𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖌𝖎𝖜𝖆.

“mhm, because you have room to talk about friends. the only reason anyone ever puts up with your narcissistic ass is the wads of cash you throw at them. i’ll keep on changing diapers and spending time by myself, it suits me just fine.” his words did sting a little bit. day wasn’t the most social inclined person to begin with but with the language barrier, it was near impossible for him to form bonds when he first arrived in new york. it could be lonely at times but he found enjoyment in the time he spent alone. ever since the day he was hired, the two haven’t had a single conversation that didn’t involve snark. he remembered the disbelief look his sister threw at him when he snarked back at ryuichi before he was even hired, she looked ready to disown him on the spot for his smart mouth, but like hell was he going to let the arrogant rockstar walk all over him. 

he shook his head as the musician took a swing from the bottle and almost snatched it from his hands but it would be crossing many boundaries. his sister and the older’s manager had asked him to keep an eye on ryuichi, make sure he didn’t fuck up his image some more and he’d reluctantly agreed. he wasn’t doing the best job at it, in fact he wasn’t trying to look after the older but could you blame him? he was insufferable. “nah, i like a stick up my ass,” he raised a suggestive eyebrow but his face remained as indifferent as ever. why was day even still entertaining the older? he put the untouched drink on the table and gritted his teeth upon hearing the nickname. “i’m good. i can take care of myself better than you ever could,” his eyes trailed down to his crotch then back up his face. "goodnight, boss.” finally, he walked away and down the hallway toward the bedroom.

“ouch, little kitty! that almost hurt all three of my feelings, you know that? no need to be so savage!” ryuichi mocks his daughter’s nanny, clutching his chest dramatically. it was beyond him how someone who was only eighteen or nineteen, basically in the prime of their youth, could be happy and satisfied with living such a dull life like day. if the boy wasn’t changing diapers or giving hitomi her bottle, he was either at school or studying in the living room. it was almost as if day was allergic to fun, which would actually explain a lot, such as his firm rejections to his advances. ryuichi was convinced that the nanny was still a virgin, which is why his suggestive remark about his ass caught him off guard. “mhm mhm, i figured as much, as it seems to be firmly lodged in there. there’s just no room for a bit of fun,” he clacks his tongue, then suggestively licks his lips as he holds the younger’s gaze. “oh, another sick burn. did your mother teach you these lame comebacks for your bullies on the playground or something,” ryuichi chuckles, shaking his head as the other turns around and heads toward the guest room. he wasn’t going to let him get away, though, and certainly not that easily. 

“what if i don’t wanna stop?” alek smirked a little in satisfaction as the other’s body writhe from oversensitivity while he cleaned him up and couldn’t resist teasingly running his fingers over his soft stomach. it was uncommon for alek to stay over after a fling but he couldn’t deny anymore that a one time romp in the sheets was all there was between them. at least, it meant more for him. he let himself be manhandled by the other and lied down, his muscles tensing when lysander curled his body around his. the action and warmth that spread through his body from the other’s presence, his desire to stay for more–he wasn’t only talking about the sex–reminded alek of a time he never wanted to think about ever again, the scars still fresh though it’s happened over a year ago, and it terrified him. one of his arm wrapped around his shoulders, the other around his back, his fingers gently tracing random patterns against the warm, sweaty skin. he looked down at him with the most unimpressed look on his face as lysander continued spewing that he was a pervert, an animal. he found it hysterical given lysander was the one encouraging him to fuck him harder, faster. “you’re full of shit, lysander seo,” his hand traveled down the length of his back to his buttock, “there’s nothing shameful about enjoying a rough fuck, y’know, but let’s not talk about this now, m’kay,” he pressed a kiss to his lips then pushed his head in the crook of his neck with his free hand, digits carding through the tangled strands and purred in his ear, “you were so good for me, baby, you deserve to rest.”