Rhyming Games

What did you think of the first chapter, eh? Well, you must have liked it enough to read the second one, and I'll assume therefore that you know what all I wrote at the top of that one, meaning I don't need to repeat it, so! On with the show!


Rhyming Games

Chapter 2: Sorry Sots and Cooking Pots

Gojyo had left early that afternoon for town, and Hakkai had been mildly surprised. Wasn’t it a little bit early to be embarking on the evening’s debaucheries? They’d only just had lunch…

Gojyo informed him, with absolutely no shame, that he was exceedingly horny this particular afternoon, and that Sha Gojyo’s horniness did not wait. He was off to look for a little early action and maybe even some later action, and then quite possibly some late night action, and maybe it would be best not to wait up for him, ne?

Hakkai merely sighed at this and shook his head, somewhat in amazement, and waved goodbye as the redhead was gone through the front door like a flash. And Gojyo was indeed absent the rest of the day. Hakkai graded a few papers, re-alphabetized his bookshelf, used the last of the rice to make a simple meal, and settled in at night with another book.

By now it was winter, and darkness came on quickly. It was not yet ten when Hakkai decided that reading by candlelight was hurting his eyes a bit too much, however romanticized the notion of it may be, and that with the chill in the apartment, he’d rather just snuggle under the covers and go to sleep. So he set his bookmarked book on the nightstand, blew out the candles, and did just that.

He’d been asleep an hour or so when he was woken up by the sound of the bedroom door opening and shutting, followed by irritated stomping footfalls within the room.

“Gojyo?”

“Nnnh… go back t’sleep.”

“Gojyo, are you alright? Shouldn’t you turn on a light or something?”

“M’fine. Crap. No ‘m not. Shit.”

That was Gojyo’s drunk voice, Hakkai realized, and he sat up to turn on a lamp so there would be less chance of Gojyo running into things and probably breaking them. The redhead looked positively miserable, and he was stumbling towards the bathroom, groping his way like a blind man. Hakkai sighed and sat there looking concerned. He supposed Gojyo hadn’t had as much success as he’d hoped for. Hakkai almost felt sorry for him.

The light was switched on in the bathroom and the door shut. Hakkai didn’t hear any distressing noises or sounds of discomfort, so he waited patiently and hoped for the best.

Minutes ticked by on the clock on Gojyo’s bedside table, and still Hakkai heard nothing. After about five of these ticking minutes, Hakkai rose from the bed and knocked lightly on the bathroom door.

“Are you alright Gojyo?”

There was a pause.

“’m fine. Go back to bed, ‘kai.”

“Well… if you’re sure.” And Hakkai went back to bed. He kept the lamp on for Gojyo and remained awake, listening, for a long time, but the other man never emerged. Eventually Hakkai succumbed to the comfort of the squishy mattress and slept once more.


It was a little before 6 a.m. when Hakkai was awakened again. At first, he didn’t realize what had roused him, still sluggish with sleep. But then he felt the warm weight against his back, the arm draped over his waist, and the breath ruffling the back of his hair. His thoughts went something like this:

Good lord, it’s Gojyo.

Ughh… not again. Perhaps I’ll wake him this time.

Oh… Comfortable…

His eyes drifted shut again.

Wait. Wrong. Bad Gojyo. We discussed this, didn’t we?

Maybe he just rolled over in his sleep.

What on earth…?

Gojyo’s breath was not the calm steady pace of deep sleep. It was quicker, and uneven, and Gojyo, he realized, was actually shifting a little against him.

“Gojyo,” he whispered.

No reply. Just the restless shifting behind him and the little snuffling sounds by his ear. So, not awake then.

How on earth did we get in this position? How did he not he wake me? He also noticed that the bedside lamp was turned off and so was the bathroom light, for the room was quite dark.

Just then the arm around him squeezed a little, and Hakkai’s attention was brought to the more immediate situation. Hakkai realized Gojyo must have brought something with him into the bed, because it was poking him in the back of his thigh. Hakkai wasn’t surprised, since he often found random objects in their bed in the morning. Hair combs, beer cans, lighters, sometimes food. Once even a cooking pot from the kitchen. Gojyo’s explanations for them were usually entertaining, if exasperating.

This conclusion of Hakkai’s lasted all of about three seconds.

Then his brain leapt to an altogether more logical explanation.

The large hard object wedged between himself and his red-haired roommate was none other than Gojyo’s enormous morning erection. Gojyo shifted again, and it took every ounce of Hakkai’s will power not to leap from the bed in a cold sweat and start frantically reevaluating his living situation.

Now his thoughts went like this:

Ahh! (Shock.)

Goddammit, Gojyo!

…

Jesus Christ, that’s enormous! How can there be such a vast difference?

…

What the hell am I thinking?! Okay, leaving the bed now. Right this second! Gojyo can just find someone else for that!

As he extracted himself carefully from the bed, though, he found himself remembering the state in which his roommate had returned home. Gojyo clearly hadn’t found someone to take care of those kinds of needs. Or at least not enough “someones”. Thus the uncomfortable position in which the morning had found him.

Then again, it hadn’t been all that uncomfortable.

Hakkai shook himself after that thought and convinced himself that it was a shiver from the cold, just as he convinced himself that the winter chill in the air was the only reason he was considering crawling right back in between those nice warm sheets.

It was barely dawn, but Hakkai had gone to sleep early, and decided to start his day, sun or no sun. He began to shiver a little as he stood in indecision, realizing he was staring at Gojyo’s futile efforts to find release while he slept. It was dark enough that Hakkai couldn’t see much, but that fact that he’d caught himself watching brought a blush of embarrassment to his cheeks. He fled to the bathroom, figuring he’d start the morning with a nice warm shower to beat the winter chill.


Halfway through said shower, washing daintily below the waist so as not to encourage his own partially erect self, Hakkai wanted to smack himself as his thoughts returned to his roommate’s endowments without warning. As much as he hated his own apparent interest, his thoughts went like this:

Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, just—

Well of course it would be enormous. It was abnormally large even flaccid.

Grr… Not that it matters, Cho Hakkai. Let’s please get your thoughts out of other men’s pants, yes? Yes.

Lord, I didn’t even realize it was an erection at first, it was so large! I was betting on the cooking pot-in-the-bed scenario! It’s just strange that there’s so much of a difference.

Then he had an even more unwelcome thought.

What if Gojyo isn’t abnormally large?

His own member flagged noticeably at this rather depressing possibility.

What if Gojyo is considered normal… er… anatomically speaking? What if I am the minority here?

Not that it should really matter. What I’ve got has always served me well enough. Kanan certainly never seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary… Hakkai quickly steered his thoughts away from Kanan and managed to keep them away, seeing as he’d had far more practice avoiding that subject.

And in any case, he told himself firmly, now washing less delicately around subdued flesh, it’s neither here nor there now. I have no one to impress, nor any desire to have someone to impress.

And yet… Fearing that he was developing an unhealthy obsession with this, he couldn’t help considering his latest theory. Hakkai really had no experience with naked men. He’d never really had anything to compare himself to. As a child, he supposed he’d seen other children naked when being bathed, but such memories were faint and didn’t mean anything now. Boys changed when they hit puberty, when whatever they’d had as children became what they would have as adults. And Gonou, being the quiet, antisocial, private person he’d always been, had no reason to see anyone naked. The only nude body aside from his own he’d seen since childhood was his sister’s… his love’s… and again, this was immaterial, as she was a woman. Until Gojyo… well, how was he to know, really, what was normal?

Oh, there was always talk, but Hakkai didn’t generally hang around the kind of people who talked about those sorts of things, and who knew how much of it was just exaggeration anyway? And just the thought of asking someone like GOJYO, let alone a stranger, the length of the average human penis…

Hakkai was starting to get a headache, and his body was now thoroughly washed. Time to face the day and forget ALL about his inner shower-time monologues. Time to forget all about Gojyo’s cooking pot-like morning wood. About DAMN time.

When Gojyo finally awoke, around noon, he stumbled miserably out into the main room to find coffee and breakfast waiting for him and his roommate nowhere to be found.


(to be continued)
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