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˹˹You’re going to head this way after work?˼˼ Noiz only had to wait a few moments for the reply, his allmate chiming its arrival.
˹˹Thats the plan. I have to make a quick stop, but then I’ll be on my way. Be thinking about what you want to do for your birthday. Later!˼˼ He minimized the conversation on his screen. Noiz didn’t really care about the ritual of birthdays; getting older wasn’t a big deal to him. He wouldn’t have been upset if he didn’t celebrate it at all after being on his own for so many years, but he realized, now that he had people who cared about him, he could use that to his advantage. It just might be enough leverage to take the next step. Leaning back in his chair grinning, he folded his hands behind his head to stretch. Happy Birthday to me.
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After a quick shower and a bite to eat; Noiz flopped down on the couch and pulled up his main screen. He had just a few more preparations before his birthday celebration could begin. Systems all checked out: Sound test, check. Video, check. The angle from the mantle was fairly good, any closer and he risked exposing the camera. It would have to do. He checked various positions of standing and sitting near the couch to make sure whatever happened he would get it all on video. Satisfied, he closed the recording software on his screen and began his normal ritual of perusing the internet. It wasn't long before there was a knock at the door. He never used the doorbell for whatever reason.
Noiz slipped off the couch and unlocked the door. He opened it to find a dark haired man slightly taller than himself.
"Happy Birthday, kid," Koujaku said with a smirk, "Since it’s your twentieth I thought we could celebrate with this."
Koujaku held out a bottle of plum wine and Noiz took it with both hands,"Thanks."
"Its nothing," the hairdresser waved it off, "May I?"
Noiz didn’t reply, but stepped aside to allow Koujaku to enter his apartment and make his way into the kitchen. Glancing at the sink full of dirty cereal bowls, Koujaku retrieved two somewhat normal glasses from the odd assortment of what passed for cups in the german boy's pantry. At least he was eating more than just pizza now. Koujaku made it a habit to bring offerings of food or drink whenever he came over because Noiz had developed a thirst for new experiences, though he was too lazy to seek them out on his own. Noiz plopped himself on the counter casually and watched as Koujaku opened the wine, pouring relatively equal amounts into a glass and a mason jar. He corked the bottle and stepped over to the blond, offering the glass.
"Kampai" Koujaku grinned, clinking his glass to Noiz' and they both drank.
"So?" the taller man directed his query.
"Sweet," Noiz replied, taking a moment to savor the flavor and looking down into the glass.
"Like it?"
The blond nodded, taking another drink.
"I'm glad," Koujaku took a step towards the counter, leaning forward to Noiz and kissing the sweetness of the wine from his lips, "Any ideas for your birthday?"
"Movies."
"Movies?" The dark haired man furrowed his brow, "Not exactly what I would pick for a special occasion. But...it is your birthday."
Looking a little deflated, Koujaku stepped back slightly to allow Noiz to dismount from the counter.
"Bring that," Noiz said tipping his chin towards the bottle of wine.
Koujaku nodded, grabbing it as he followed after his...lover? Boyfriend? They'd been together for a while, but technically he wasn't exactly sure where they stood.
In the beginning it was purely physical. One day they had been arguing, nearly coming to blows. He had grabbed the brat by the collar and was yelling at him. Then the little punk mashed their faces together in a rough kiss. He pulled away staring at Noiz like he had a deathwish. But there was something in his eyes, something Koujaku could not explain. Part of him must have snapped because it was then that he had pulled Noiz in for another kiss. When their relationship started it was tumultuous at best, but it seemed to have progressed past just that. Some nights Koujaku would spend the night here, or Noiz at Koujaku's. They still had their tiffs but most of them were in good spirits and ended with clothes coming off. It was weird, but it worked for them. But other nights Noiz was adamant about being left alone. He supposed he could be out seeing other people. The blond was quite clear that they weren't going to be exclusive. And at the time, Koujaku was completely fine with that, still enjoying the company of the ladies of his entourage. But recently...recently he'd been thinking more about the blond despite his best efforts. Wine in hand he made his way around the corner. His face must have shown that he was thinking too much, as Noiz was looking at him with a questioning look.
"What?"
Koujaku lightened his expression, waving his free hand in dismissal, "It’s nothing."
He sat down on the couch next to Noiz, refilling his friend’s glass before topping off his own and placing the bottle on the coffee table. Without warning Noiz swung his legs around to lay them across Koujaku's lap.
"Oi! Watch it," Koujaku pulled his glass of wine and sleeve out of the way just in time and shot Noiz a look.
He half smirked, "Sorry."
Remote in hand, Noiz had already started up the movie. As the previews rolled on Koujaku relaxed into the couch, drink in one hand while his other rested on Noiz's legs. Though he'd have prefered if they were a little closer, this was fine for now. As the minutes droned on, Koujaku became more uncomfortable.
This...this movie was terrible. It was only twenty minutes in and it was almost physically painful to watch. And yet, Noiz sat there, his eyes glued to the screen, watching intently, taking a sip of his plum wine at intervals. How could anyone actually enjoy this? A frustrated look began to tug at Koujaku's features. Another twenty excruciating minutes elapse and Koujaku was debating on whether he'd rather plant his fist in the middle of the TV or his head into the wall to stop the torture. Finally he couldn't take it anymore.
He clicked his tongue, "What is this? Someone actually paid to produce this movie? How can anyone actually enjoy this?"
Koujaku spoke as much to the empty room as he did to Noiz.
An amused 'hmph' came from the man half draped on his lap, "You're right. It’s complete garbage."
"Then why are we still watching it?!" Koujaku asked at a loss.
"I just wanted to see how long you'd last," Noiz grinned, having toyed with Koujaku. Riling up the older man was one of Noiz' favorite past times. He couldn't really say why. Maybe he just liked to see him frustrated.
"You brat," Koujaku's brow furrowed again, leaning forward to put his glass down on the table, "Give me that."
He reached for the remote and in the small struggle what little that was left of the plum wine nearly sloshed out of Noiz' glass. "!" They paused just long enough for Koujaku to take the glass from his hand and put it safely on the coffee table. But when he turned back around Noiz was holding up his empty hands to show the remote was elsewhere. Koujaku narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he scanned Noiz for clues. With his hands up in the air, the hem of his shirt raised just enough to show a band of pale skin above his pants. There, from beneath the waistband Koujaku could see just the end of the remote control, and the added silhouette to the german's pants.
He raises an eyebrow behind his curtain of black hair, "Is that supposed to stop me?"
"Not particularly," Noiz responded with a side glance and a hint of a smile.
The look that crossed Koujaku's face was somewhere between 'man, the things I put up with' and 'what are you, 12?' but he couldn’t help the smirk that followed right after. He leaned over the blond propped up against the armrest, one hand going to the back of the couch for support, the other finding its way to Noiz's hip.
"Punk," he purred with a grin as he leaned forward to capture his lover's lips, his thumb running along the exposed skin of Noiz's torso.
They separated for a moment to exchange smiles before diving in for a deeper kiss, the light flavor of plum still lingering on their entwined tongues as the sporadic click of Noiz's piercing rang in their ears. Koujaku's hand then began wandering over Noiz's abdomen, bunching up his shirt. In reply, the blond slid one hand over his lover’s shoulder into the back of his kimono, the other found his hair. It trailed down the ebon locks until he reached the red hairpin. Koujaku almost always wore it so he supposed it was important to him in some way, so Noiz was always careful to remove it before things got too intense. He didn't want to genuinely upset the older man, just agitate him. Hairpin in hand, Noiz tugged at the swath of material that tied Koujaku's hair. Pulling it free, he placed them both on the floor next to the couch as the unbound hair brushed against his exposed stomach. His fingers then buried themselves in the cascade of black at the back of his neck, forcing the scarred man's tongue further into his mouth.
Koujaku's deft hand reached into Noiz's pants, pulling the remote out and tossing it behind him onto the other end of the couch. He couldn't care less what was on the TV anymore, he just wanted more contact. He broke the kiss, Noiz biting at his lower lip as he pulled away. Maneuvering one of the legs on his lap, he positioned himself between them and blessed the sweet friction of their bodies as they shifted against one another.
Noiz nipped at Koujaku's neck, sliding his hand down his shoulder, taking the soft fabric of the kimono with him. Koujaku took the hint and pulled his arm from the sleeve, leaving the tattooed half of his torso exposed as he placed his hand back on the couch for support. The other sleeve followed as Noiz kissed up the side of his neck then trailed his fingers over the inked skin. As his fingers found Koujaku's nipple he bit down on his earlobe, pulling a sharp inhale from the hairdresser.
"Noiz..." He whispered between raspy breaths.
It was fun to see Koujaku stripped of all pretense, or at least enough for him to actually call Noiz by name instead of brat, kid, or punk. He loved the Koujaku who...wait loved? He buried the train of thought with his tongue as far down Koujaku's throat as he could manage. He couldn't commit to Koujaku. Not fully. That’s why today was so important.
He felt a hand slide down to the front of his pants, feeling him through the fabric and for a moment he closed his eyes to the sensation and raised his hips up to meet it. The hand moved back up to his belt and the metal sound reached his ears.
Ding-Dong!
Koujaku froze, the color draining from his face. Noiz didn’t seem to be bothered at all, however. Damnit. Who could it be? Whatever. Noiz could turn them away and they could resume momentarily. He shifted his weight to allow Noiz to get off the couch but he didn't stand. The hacker just sat up, arm still draped over his shoulder.
"Enter!" A tiny voice chimed in, Noiz's allmate.
"Oi!" Koujaku protested. What if someone saw them like this? Who else would be coming to Noiz's apartment?
"I'm coming in," A familiar voice echoed down the short hallway and Koujaku's eyes widened in panic.
"Ao-" his voice was cut off by a hand covering his mouth.
"I brought stuff to make dinner later if that's ok. Unless you want to go out. Then I can just leave it in the fridge for another day," The voice got closer, than further away and the fridge opened and closed as he spoke.
Koujaku, in a flutter of movement, tried to make himself presentable as if he weren't just tangled with Noiz. But he only had enough time to get one sleeve of his kimono back into place before his childhood friend stepped around the corner into the living room.
"Koujaku?!"
"A-Aoba,” His face looked anywhere but to the blue haired man. “Yo."