NIKA

The Test

Waking up hat never seemed this hard before, his head was hurting in a way that could only be defined as a hang-over. [A hang-over? Wait a minute, I don't drink!] He cracked open one eye and his eyes saw a blurrish golden-beige mass in front of him. Blinking he tried to focus, then it dawned on him. Blond hair. He frowned. [Blond hair? Huh? What is going on here?] He informed his tired muscles that he intended to move more than just his eyelids, but his body protested by simply striking. Sighing, he tried to take in other sensations surrounding him. His body seemed unclothed, but it was comfortably cuddly none the less. Warm, very heated. Warm skin against his back. [Skin against my back?!] Also there was more warm skin in front of him since he was spooning some person with blonde hair. [Two?! TWO?!!!] His body was still protesting, but he simply ignored the complains and sat up, at once, nausea rushing up from his guts to his mouth, his head was spinning, while gravity was having a fun time wrestling him. He tried to cast a look at the bodies sharing his bed, but then he had to bolt for the toilet, before he retched violently. Exhausted he leaned back against the tub, catching his breath, feeling miserable, pitying himself, when suddenly he jerked. [Aiji!!!] His brain identified the blonde head for him. [Gods, no!! No no no!] A deep groan escaped his throat. [This is all a bad, weird dream, okay brain? All a problem of your imagination.] He rubbed his temples, before he tumbled to the sink and brushed his teeth to get rod of the bitter acidic taste lingering in his mouth. In the aching back of his head a memory made a vague appearance, he remembered Aiji saying: "Aw, come on, don't be such a spoil-sport. It's to your birthday. Just one drink." [Oh, so it's my birthday? Really? One drink resulting in a hang-over like this?] He groaned, opening the small cabinet to gather some paracetamol. Washing away the white pill with some water, he trusted his head to try some minor thinking again. [Okay, get a grip. It's just the hang-over, you know? You just get in there once you've washed up a little and set the facts straight. Think logical.] He nodded to his tired face in the mirror [There is simply no way that Aiji would be in my bed in the morning, especially not totally naked.] Another convinced nod. "...naked? Naked?!", he squeaked to his own surprise. This cry ended the contemplative mood and made him turn around, fighting against another wave of nausea, this time not from the hang-over, he rushed back to his bed. His hands clasped tightly against his mouth as he saw the truth lying there: Aiji. Naked, breathing, sleeping and real, blonde hair slightly covering his relaxed face, hands curled in front of him, almost childlike. Trying to gulp the queasiness away, he finally decided to dare a look to the other figure lying there in his own personal bed. But the figure was hidden under the futon. "You're such a cute oji-chan", echoed in his memory, making him blink with surprise. Kohta's voice. "How about a kiss from oji-chan's lovely lips for this charming young man?" The voice faded into naughty laughter and noises, that he normally associated with kissing. [No, did I agree after all?] Reeling backwards, but loosing his balance due to shock impact and sickness, he landed on his behind and felt like he was about to scream on the top of his lungs. The noise and the "thud" woke up the blonde guitarist, who rose, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, before he recognized the rather dumbfounded older man on the floor in front of him. "Good morning...", the blonde's voice was a little hoarse and laced with sleep, "What are you doing?" "What am I doing? Me? What are you doing here, in my bed, all naked?!", he retorted angry and in a loud voice, before he rose again to his feet, then he hurried to his closet and slipped on briefs and a jeans. [Much more secure.] In the meanwhile Aiji had moved to the side of the bed, letting his long, delicious legs tangle over the edge and looking mighty sexy, before he rose and hugged the older guitarist from behind: "Happy Birthday, lover", he whispered huskily, his breath caressing Jun's earlobe. "Lo...lover?", a shiver weakened question. "...Do you like oji-chan better?..." The body behind him was disturbingly close and sensual, too close for comfort. [LOVER?! This can't be true!] And Jun wriggled out of the embrace. "...no. Aiji, I..." "Am hung-over? Clear as daylight, dear. Are you better now? Took something?" Jun could only nod slightly, still not daring to turn around and face the taller man, who sighed. [What happened? I can't remember a thing! Did I really have sex with Aiji?! I can't be! I always thought... I was so sure ... I don't swing that way!] "Aiji?" "Yes, love?" "What happened last night?" "Aw, you don't remember?", a sulking question, "And you assured me you never would forget." Jun's eyes grew big. [I did? What the heck was I thinking?! I didn't even know Aiji felt for me this way, much less, I did for him. I don't want to hurt his feelings.] "I'm sorry, but I don't remember", he admitted, ashamed. Suddenly an enraged voice called for his attention inside of his head: [You feel bad? Why? After all, it was Aiji you got you to drink! You should be the one being sulky here and he should be the one making apologies!] Jun snorted: "You made me drink, so it's also your fault. You know very well that I can't take alcohol and now you know why!", he growled. Silence. Then suddenly he heard laughter at first Aiji's, but then another voice joined him. [Laughing?!] So he turned around, surprised and not pleased just to find: "Kirito!" The singer sat on his bed, giggling. "What is the meaning of this?", Jun's icy voice was not amused at all. Neither one of his laughing band-mates answered. "So it was all a joke, right? And I fell for it!" "Sorry, Jun!" Aiji chuckled. "It was Kohta's idea." [Kohta?] Kirito wiped away tears of laughter: "And Takeo helped us dragging you here." [Takeo too?] "Well, of course it's very funny since it's on me", Jun stated in a flat voice. Silence was his answer. "It's Jun, so why not toy with his feelings a little, right?", he continued in the empty voice. "Jun..."; Kirito started, getting up from the bed. "Don't 'Jun' me now! Don't call me lover!", his voice rose, his hands curled into fists, "All I could think about was if I'd hurt you or your feelings, if I could make it right somehow...", he felt nausea return and tried to choke a sob at the same time. [I can never make them understand my feelings. All they see is that I'm weak enough to be bullied around.] "I'm sorry, Jun..." Now it was Aiji's turn, he closed up to his friend and reached out his hand to touch the shaking shoulder soothingly. Jun just glared, in his eyes a warning. "Don't touch me!", he hissed, making the taller man retreat. Furiously the dark-haired guitarist knitted his brows, his blazing eyes burning the men in front of him, who normally considered him to be passive and agreeable. The fists loosened. "I've had enough...", he whispered, turning and with determined strides left the bed-room, crossed his apartment, took a light jacket, slipped into a pair of sneakers and left. [It hurts so much to finally understand the whole dimension of your weakness.] He never knew how he got in front of Kohta's apartment in the first place. [I used to come here to play and forget my fragility. It was an illusion. They are perfectly aware of it.] Leaving again, he didn't know where to go. A hand suddenly grabbed him from behind. "Jun, stay!" Blonde hair, long legs: "Aiji! What do you want now? Another joke? Please, go ahead!" "Jun, please listen to me. We were all drunk last nigh and Kohta suggested this hoax and we found it all very charming and harmless last night." Jun struggled to get out of Aiji's grip. "Okay, now I know. So let me go!" "Are you going to come with me then?" "Probably not." "Then I won't let you go." Aiji sighed: "Not before Kirito is here." "Kirito?" "I called him when I saw you. We were all looking for you and were very worried, Jun. I was afraid you might run into a car or anything. You didn't seem very rational when you left." The motor-cycle of the band-leader arrived and a very frenzied man jumped off, taking off his helmet: "Are you alright?" "Who cares?", Jun scorned. "I do", Kirito replied in a sad voice, "I can't speak for the others, but I do and you should know that." Jun went limp and Aiji released his hold on him. Jun's eyes sank to the dirty pavement. "Come with us", Aiji pleaded. "It's your birthday after all. There will be cake and a party and..." "Alcohol?" "No alcohol, I promise", the singer declared, "But a stripper, as far as I know." "To be true, I've seen enough naked people for one day already", Jun joked hesitantly, making the other two laugh softly. He felt arms go around him, hearing Aiji's deep voice in his ear: "If I may say so, birthday-boy, I felt completely safe and protected in your company tonight. You and Kirito were there to protect me." A second pair of arms crept around them: "I'm sorry for playing such a joke on you. I'll kill Kohta for sure." "I could think of a better use of your energy..." Jun smirked. "Huh?" "Since I'm not drunk now, let's repeat last night's experience." Aiji and Kirito backed in shock and took a good look at the seemingly innocent face of Jun, who enjoyed teasing them for a bit, before he smiled sweetly. Taking a few steps in the general direction of his apartment in his usual, energetic manner, he turned around and winked: "Well, what are you waiting for?" ~owari~

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