Playing the Game
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Gensomaden Saiyuki › General
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Adult +
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Playing the Game
[Guuuuh...sometimes I feel like I'm spamming up the place with fics! Anyhoo, this was written for a friend on LJ. :D]
Playing the Game
Sanzo peered down at his bed. He could have sworn that when he left the room to have a smoke, his bed was perfectly made. Now however, the sheets were askew and there appeared to be a rather large lump under the blanket. He was faced with a choice. He could either walk over to the lump, give it a whack and tell it to fuck off back to its own room, or he could sit by the window and read his paper until the lump got bored and started to whine.
He opted for the latter.
True to form, it didn’t take long for the lump to start fidgeting and sighing. Sanzo resolutely ignored it. Then he heard the lump noisily clearing its throat. Still, Sanzo paid absolutely no attention to it. Finally, the lump moved up the bed and popped its head out of the top of the covers.
“Sanzoooo…”
At Goku’s whine, Sanzo looked up, feigning surprise.
“Oh! I hadn’t realised you were there. Were you there long?”
Goku pouted and Sanzo smirked.
“You did know I was here.”
“Did I?”
Sanzo turned back to his paper, shook out the pages and started reading once more.
“Don’t you want to know why I’m here, hiding in your bed?”
Sanzo knew exactly why Goku was in his bed. For the first time in a number of weeks, they had a room each. A room each meant privacy and privacy meant sex. Not that Sanzo was about to complain about that, but he certainly couldn’t just submit to Goku’s whims. Oh no, that would never do. Yes, he was just as hungry for the physical perks of their relationship, but he had to maintain the upper hand.
“Not really.”
“Oh.”
He could practically hear Goku’s thoughts. It was actually very easy for Sanzo to read Goku’s thoughts, particularly given that they revolved around only three things; food, Sanzo and sex although on this occasion, not in that order. Still, Sanzo enjoyed the game. With an exaggerated sigh, he carefully folded his newspaper, set it on the table, removed his glasses and slowly turned to face Goku.
“Fine. What are you doing in my bed?”
Goku just grinned and tugged down the blanket, gradually uncovering his naked shoulders, then his naked chest and when the edge of the blanket reached his naked stomach, he stopped.
“Guess?”
Games were all well and good, but when Goku had a mind for it, he could be incredibly seductive. All that innocence and naïveté masked a very dirty mind. And a very insatiable body.
“You made crumbs in your own bed so now you’ve come to mess up mine?”
Keep playing the game. That was all he had to do. Never mind that his heart thudded in his chest and his groin ached and his hands itched to caress that oh-so-delicious body, Sanzo had to keep the game going. It was practically expected of him.
“No…”
The blanket was tugged further down, exposing Goku’s navel.
“You don’t like your room?”
Sanzo stood and sauntered towards the bed, the friction of his jeans against his growing erection heightening his pleasure and anticipation.
“My room is okay.”
Another tug and this time, Sanzo could see a smattering of hairs.
“Too noisy for you?”
Not for a moment did Sanzo doubt that he and Goku were the only ones taking advantage of their privacy.
“That kind of noise doesn’t bother me.”
The closer Sanzo got to Goku, the more that was exposed. He could clearly make out the outline of Goku’s arousal and the damp patch it was creating on the blanket. He wanted to reach out, grab the blanket and toss it aside. This was getting to be too much for him and his cool façade threatened to crack wide open.
“Then could it be that you’re in my bed for some other reason?”
Goku did the deed for him. He threw back the blanket and kicked it off the bed.
“Yes.”
That did it. Unable to hold back any longer, Sanzo took two steps and reached the bed.
“Good.”
The end
Playing the Game
Sanzo peered down at his bed. He could have sworn that when he left the room to have a smoke, his bed was perfectly made. Now however, the sheets were askew and there appeared to be a rather large lump under the blanket. He was faced with a choice. He could either walk over to the lump, give it a whack and tell it to fuck off back to its own room, or he could sit by the window and read his paper until the lump got bored and started to whine.
He opted for the latter.
True to form, it didn’t take long for the lump to start fidgeting and sighing. Sanzo resolutely ignored it. Then he heard the lump noisily clearing its throat. Still, Sanzo paid absolutely no attention to it. Finally, the lump moved up the bed and popped its head out of the top of the covers.
“Sanzoooo…”
At Goku’s whine, Sanzo looked up, feigning surprise.
“Oh! I hadn’t realised you were there. Were you there long?”
Goku pouted and Sanzo smirked.
“You did know I was here.”
“Did I?”
Sanzo turned back to his paper, shook out the pages and started reading once more.
“Don’t you want to know why I’m here, hiding in your bed?”
Sanzo knew exactly why Goku was in his bed. For the first time in a number of weeks, they had a room each. A room each meant privacy and privacy meant sex. Not that Sanzo was about to complain about that, but he certainly couldn’t just submit to Goku’s whims. Oh no, that would never do. Yes, he was just as hungry for the physical perks of their relationship, but he had to maintain the upper hand.
“Not really.”
“Oh.”
He could practically hear Goku’s thoughts. It was actually very easy for Sanzo to read Goku’s thoughts, particularly given that they revolved around only three things; food, Sanzo and sex although on this occasion, not in that order. Still, Sanzo enjoyed the game. With an exaggerated sigh, he carefully folded his newspaper, set it on the table, removed his glasses and slowly turned to face Goku.
“Fine. What are you doing in my bed?”
Goku just grinned and tugged down the blanket, gradually uncovering his naked shoulders, then his naked chest and when the edge of the blanket reached his naked stomach, he stopped.
“Guess?”
Games were all well and good, but when Goku had a mind for it, he could be incredibly seductive. All that innocence and naïveté masked a very dirty mind. And a very insatiable body.
“You made crumbs in your own bed so now you’ve come to mess up mine?”
Keep playing the game. That was all he had to do. Never mind that his heart thudded in his chest and his groin ached and his hands itched to caress that oh-so-delicious body, Sanzo had to keep the game going. It was practically expected of him.
“No…”
The blanket was tugged further down, exposing Goku’s navel.
“You don’t like your room?”
Sanzo stood and sauntered towards the bed, the friction of his jeans against his growing erection heightening his pleasure and anticipation.
“My room is okay.”
Another tug and this time, Sanzo could see a smattering of hairs.
“Too noisy for you?”
Not for a moment did Sanzo doubt that he and Goku were the only ones taking advantage of their privacy.
“That kind of noise doesn’t bother me.”
The closer Sanzo got to Goku, the more that was exposed. He could clearly make out the outline of Goku’s arousal and the damp patch it was creating on the blanket. He wanted to reach out, grab the blanket and toss it aside. This was getting to be too much for him and his cool façade threatened to crack wide open.
“Then could it be that you’re in my bed for some other reason?”
Goku did the deed for him. He threw back the blanket and kicked it off the bed.
“Yes.”
That did it. Unable to hold back any longer, Sanzo took two steps and reached the bed.
“Good.”
The end