bakerstreet | THE DENNY'S MEME

Onodera is never so beautiful as when his face is bright vivid red, burning under the weight of his secret acceptance of Takano's love for him. It's impossible, really, not to want him when he's like this, of all things, playing coy, not even able to brush Takano's hand aside.

Takano pushes the limit of their boundaries, leans down and finds Onodera's ear with his tongue. "How about your bed, then?"

[ Eyes widen in shock at that tongue to his ear and somehow, he manages to find the strength to move as he twists his body around to place his hands against Takano's chest, an attempt to push him away. ]

Ta-Takano-san!

[ He stutters some, feeling his heart drumming louder and faster in his chest to the point that he's almost positive it's about to burst out of his rib cage. ]

I-I need to go! Please let me through!

As usual, Onodera is quick to ruin the mood. But also as usual, Takano doesn't let him off without a fight.

"You're going to abandon your work?" That hand is still on Onodera's knee, but it's climbing higher now, dangerous as the look in Takano's eyes.

[ Why does this always happen? Why can't Takano ever just let him be? Why is he so stubborn and annoying and frustrating and lkjsdgldkfjg. ]

N-no! I'm going to finish it at home. It's getting late after all.

[ Another push against Takano's chest, he bows his head, eyes squeezed shut as he somehow hopes for Takano to just listen to him and let him out of the booth at the very least. ]

"Mmm. That's probably wise, given the hour." And the fact that WHY Denny's?

Surprisingly, Takano stands, helping Onodera to gather his things, ensuring the spaz doesn't drop them all and ruin the work he had done. However menial it might have been.

"I'll drive you."

[ He peeks an eye open when he feels his fingers slip away from Takano's chest and for a moment, he sits there, staring in slight confusion with what just happened. Takano actually listened?

But then, there's the catch and his expression sours a little as he hurriedly gathers his things around him. Maybe he can get the hell out of here before Takano drags him to his car. ]

Ah, no. That's ok. I can walk, it's fine.

"It's late and cold, and it doesn't seem as though you thought to bring a scarf." Takano took half of the load of work, almost impressed Onodera had dragged it all to this place himself. He left a generous tip on the table along with payment for their meals and then took Onodera's hand in his. No matter how hard he squirmed, Takano held fast.

"Don't be a child, Onodera. If you get sick or hurt walking home, then it would be on me."

[ Well, so much for getting the hell out of there before Takano took to dragging him as per usual. Amidst his slight squirming, he stutters his words as feet stumble after the older man as he's dragged. ]

Ta-Takano-san! Seriously! It's... it's fine!

[ Of course, he knows this is falling on deaf ears and it frustrates him even more as he follows along reluctantly. Seriously, why does Takano have to be this way? He needs to move as soon as possible. ]

With Onodera's hand in his own, he practically dragged the younger man to his car. He knew very well that if he didn't, Onodera would insist he'd be fine walking, and when was the idiot ever fine? Especially after Takano wound him up so easily? What if someone else saw Onodera on the train and took advantage of him in his flustered state?

The idea raged within Takano as he shoved Onodera into the passenger side of his car and took the driver's side for himself.

"If anything were to happen to you..." he started, voice terse and nostrils flared.

[ This is nothing new: being shoved into Takano's car or dragged back in the second he tries to escape once they've reached their destination and all he can do is just sigh with a hand to his face. There he goes again about things happening to him and he sometimes just wants to smack Takano for thinking that he can't take care of himself. ]

You really don't need to worry so much about me. I-I managed just fine before you, you know.

[ Of course, he wasn't prone to being thrown into a nervous wreck of a state at just the simplest of touches from anyone else but you know, that's Takano's specialty with him. ]

"That's up for debate," Takano said, starting the car once he saw Onodera put his seatbelt on. The other man really didn't take proper care of himself. Takano was surprised he had managed this long without someone tucking him in and reminding him to eat breakfast and dinner.

[ He doesn't bother to retaliate to that remark and instead, sits there once Takano drives off towards their place. The fact that he lives right next door to him doesn't help with the whole trying to escape him at times and for the millionth time, he thinks he should just move already.

Looking down to his lap, he sighs then and fiddles with a few papers sticking out of his books. ]

Well... thank you for the help with the manuscript. I'll be sure to look over your notes you gave me...

The drive isn't far, and Takano spends the majority of it in silence, annoyed by Onodera's attempts to get away from him. First, he didn't want to accept help at the restaurant, didn't want Takano to sit next to him, and then he melted at a simple touch to his knee. Now, he was squirming again, already preparing to run to the safety of his own place.

It got under Takano's skin, so when he pulled into his parking spot in front of their building, he locked the doors as he turned the car off.

[ Reaching out with a hand to open the door, he finds it locked and blinks a few times before he looks over to the older man.

Just as he thought: Takano wasn't going to let him get away that easy. In fact, if he ever did, he might actually worry about the older man and think that something might be wrong. ]

Um... thank you for the ride, I'll just... I'll just be getting to bed then if you don't mind...

"Is that an invitation?" Takano asked, tipping his head to let his gaze rake over Onodera. The guy was like a small bunny at times like these: twitchy, anxious, ready to hop away as fast as he could. But with the doors locked, Takano had him where he wanted him.

[ He hates the way that Takano looks at him sometimes. There's always just... something about it that makes his heart drum even louder and faster than it typically does and at times, it causes him to remember their high school days with those similar feelings he felt back then.

Why can't he get over something like that? ]

What? No! It's not an invitation of any sort! You have your own bed and your own place.

[ As he gives another jiggle of the door handle even though he knows it won't open. ]

"Onodera."

Takano's voice was suddenly stern, hoping to stop the younger man from panicking. The idiot was going to break a door handle off in his haste.

"I didn't get to finish what I started at the restaurant."

[ The firmness in Takano's voice causes him to wince a little as he sheepishly looks over his shoulder back to the older man sitting beside him. ]

F-finish what you st-started?

[ Panic mode commencing in 3..2.. ]

You mean the notes?! I think... I think I've got it, thank you!

"I mean getting you to confess your love for me."

Takano's seatbelt snapped free as he leaned over the middle console and took Onodera's face in his hand. His other hand found a place to brace himself on the younger man's thigh, cautious but firm. If Onodera wanted to pretend he didn't love him, then Takano would just keep pushing until all his walls broke down.

[ All of this is too familiar and he finds himself shrinking back into his seat as much as he possibly can when Takano comes so close to him. His skin burns at the simplest of touches from the older man and he finds his cheeks flushing with a crimson red as he looks away from Takano; he knows he's trapped. ]

I-I don't know what you're talking about, Ta-Takano-san. Please just... just let me go home.

Takano leaned in a little further, daring to let his lips brush Onodera's cheek. "Your skin is burning up." His hand crawled up Onodera's thigh, rubbing softly but with insistence. "Feverish."

[ Well that's certainly not going to help him not burn up any more than he already is. Sinking a little more against his seat, his heart beats even faster than it had been two seconds ago, and he tries to turn away from the older man. ]

I-I'm fine! So please don't worry about me! I really just need to get to bed!

Seeing Onodera squirm only made Takano want him more. Why couldn't he just admit to himself and to Takano that he loved him?

Drawing his hand up the final few inches, Takano's fingers found their mark, curling over the soft heat between Onodera's legs. It had been a week or more since the last time he'd been allowed this close; ever since then, Onodera had been running from him. But there was no use; Takano wanted him and he'd have him. He'd make sure Onodera knew how much he was loved.

"Yes, I think that's exactly where you need to go," he murmured, lips touching down at the juncture of Onodera's neck and shoulder, licking his way up to Onodera's ear. "My bed."

[ Eyes squeezed shut tightly the moment he felt that hand between his legs and he could feel his body respond in ways he hated to openly admit. This isn't fair, it never is with Takano, especially when he knows how he makes him feel from even the slightest touch.

Hands come up and place themselves on Takano's chest then, a feeble attempt at trying to push the older man away from him. ]

Ta-Takano-san! Stop! I didn't... I didn't mean your bed! I meant mine!

"Your bed, then," Takano agreed huskily, working a soft bite into Onodera's flush-hot skin as he massaged his cock between his legs. Already, he could feel Onodera stirring, and it made things difficult. How was Takano supposed to get out of the car when he had such a beautiful mess in his hands, squirming and pushing and saying his name like that?

Onodera was a strange creature, overly complicated, clumsy, foolish...but Takano loved him even so.

"Or right here." Rubbing between Onodera's legs, his other hand curled at his cheek, forcing their eyes to meet. "The seats lay back." This, as he leaned down to kiss Onodera.

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