Kiyoharu’s socks don’t match and his hair is ungelled and he’s almost twenty minutes late to his match the next morning but he makes it. His opponent betrays a momentary look of disappointment before politely welcoming him to the game, and despite all that’s happened in the last forty-eight hours, the moment Kiyoharu reaches into the goke for a stone, all of it melts away and leaves only the board before him, and he plays ootakamoku with a clarity of purpose he’d have never guessed he could find again.
***
His phone vibrates in his pocket ten minutes before the uchikake. It vibrates a second time and then falls mercifully quiescent.
After his game breaks for lunch, he calls Shindou back. “Hey,” he says.
“Hey!” Shindou says. “Don’t worry; I fixed it.”
“Wait, fixed what?” Kiyoharu asks, alarmed.
“Didn’t you get my voicemail? --Wait, scratch that, nevermind, don’t listen to it, just delete it; everything’s okay,” he says, which is absolutely not reassuring at all. “So hey, you’re at lunch now, right? How’s the game going?”
Kiyoharu takes a quick peek around the room to make sure no one can hear him. “I’m winning,” he admits, letting himself grin just a little bit. “Pretty sure I can keep it that way, too. I’ll replay the game for you when I get home.”
“You sound super hot when you’re gloating,” Shindou says. “Actually, you just sound super hot all of the time. Keep talking; I’m totally getting a boner.”
Kiyoharu almost reaches down to adjust himself before he remembers that even though the room is currently empty, it’s not private by any means, and if someone walks in on him grabbing his junk then he’s never, ever going to shake that reputation and one day he’ll be Yashiro Tengen, Public Masturbator.
“Shindou!” he protests instead.
“Oh man, and now I’m thinking about this morning. And last night. Both times. Oh, and speaking of this morning, you know that thing you were doing with your fingers? So I was thinking I could try that on you tonight with my tongue--” Shindou says, and Kiyoharu absolutely needs to cut off this path of discussion before he gets a hard-on in the middle of the Kansai Ki-in.
“I need to go,” Kiyoharu says, his voice as tight as his pants are suddenly feeling, and when Shindou calls back, he lets it go straight to voicemail.
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Re: Five reasons Yashiro won't answer Hikaru's phone calls any more, 5
Date: 2013-05-05 05:15 pm (UTC)Kiyoharu’s socks don’t match and his hair is ungelled and he’s almost twenty minutes late to his match the next morning but he makes it. His opponent betrays a momentary look of disappointment before politely welcoming him to the game, and despite all that’s happened in the last forty-eight hours, the moment Kiyoharu reaches into the goke for a stone, all of it melts away and leaves only the board before him, and he plays ootakamoku with a clarity of purpose he’d have never guessed he could find again.
***
His phone vibrates in his pocket ten minutes before the uchikake. It vibrates a second time and then falls mercifully quiescent.
After his game breaks for lunch, he calls Shindou back. “Hey,” he says.
“Hey!” Shindou says. “Don’t worry; I fixed it.”
“Wait, fixed what?” Kiyoharu asks, alarmed.
“Didn’t you get my voicemail? --Wait, scratch that, nevermind, don’t listen to it, just delete it; everything’s okay,” he says, which is absolutely not reassuring at all. “So hey, you’re at lunch now, right? How’s the game going?”
Kiyoharu takes a quick peek around the room to make sure no one can hear him. “I’m winning,” he admits, letting himself grin just a little bit. “Pretty sure I can keep it that way, too. I’ll replay the game for you when I get home.”
“You sound super hot when you’re gloating,” Shindou says. “Actually, you just sound super hot all of the time. Keep talking; I’m totally getting a boner.”
Kiyoharu almost reaches down to adjust himself before he remembers that even though the room is currently empty, it’s not private by any means, and if someone walks in on him grabbing his junk then he’s never, ever going to shake that reputation and one day he’ll be Yashiro Tengen, Public Masturbator.
“Shindou!” he protests instead.
“Oh man, and now I’m thinking about this morning. And last night. Both times. Oh, and speaking of this morning, you know that thing you were doing with your fingers? So I was thinking I could try that on you tonight with my tongue--” Shindou says, and Kiyoharu absolutely needs to cut off this path of discussion before he gets a hard-on in the middle of the Kansai Ki-in.
“I need to go,” Kiyoharu says, his voice as tight as his pants are suddenly feeling, and when Shindou calls back, he lets it go straight to voicemail.