[ yeah that's not happening reki is grabbing the first bumper going south and daredeviling his way back home an extra five minutes early. everyone loves the surprise chaos of barking pups and sneakers getting kicked across the landing and someone trying to sound off above it all: ]
[ Reki gets exactly two steps out of the genkan before he's assaulted. Never mind Lou jumping at him (and he always does, work in progress, he'll get the whole down thing eventually), Kojiro snags Reki by the waist practically out of nowhere to drag him into the kitchen. Then come the kisses, all over Reki's face, mouth, neck, all rapid-fire and obnoxiously saccharine.
And should he be cooking in nothing but suteteko? Absolutely fucking not, but he won't be dissuaded. Welcome home. ]
[ reki would disagree with that sentiment; there's so much warm skin to squeeze and sink into, and all of it looks about as delicious as the smells coming from the kitchen. practically paradise if they could just get lou to quit all that pouncing, but that doesn't stop reki from shining like a sun under all those kisses. ]
I'll take the credit. You're welcome. Wait—
[ there's no squirming out of kojiro's grasp—reki knows better by now—but he does manage to free a pocket and fish a hibiscus bloom from it. that's tucked behind kojiro's ear so reki can beam brightly at him. ]
[ Kojiro grins with all the cheese he can muster. ]
Aww. I've always wanted to be pretty. No more Butterface Joe, I've got a flower now.
[ Reki's cheek looks so biteable when he smiles. So he gets a bite, gentle, right next to his dimple, and Kojiro snarls just before he finally lets Reki go. ]
You good with meatball subs?
[ Lou's very good with meatball subs. He's following Kojiro back to the stove as soon as he notices the trajectory.]
[ he's just surrounded by wild animals out here, one clawing at the back of his legs and the other gnawing on his face. there won't be a single complaint from him, though; kojiro gets an even bigger smile and lou gets rewarded with the leftover bite of a meatball the second reki can snatch one up and huff it cool, ensuring the cycle of bad behavior will continue into perpetuity. ]
At this point I'm good with anything. Murder it with cheese for me, though.
[ eventually, he takes a break from snack-stealing to make himself useful and grab a few plates, but not before commenting: ]
Damn, maybe you shouldn't bring food to Ma's. This could start a rivalry.
Just dessert. Not dumb enough to try and one-up your mom in her own house.
[ Etiquette. You don't bring your own entrees to meet the boyfriend's folks. That way lies danger. Except, now that the thought's occurred to him, Kojiro's frozen solid over a saucepan full of meatballs -- saucy spoon in hand -- and deeply pondering why he's just realizing this now. That Reki's-- ]
Huh. Babe. You're my boyfriend.
[ This shouldn't be a revelation, shouldn't set a grin slowly crawling onto Kojiro's face. And yet-- ]
[ there's an extra layer of relief to the revelation for reki, the bonus euphoria of having most of his worst anxieties cured in a few words, and he folds himself right up against kojiro's back to sigh about it. ]
Yeah, for real.
[ it definitely feels too good to be true. the kisses he spreads across kojiro's back are soft and tentative. ]
[ Giddy with it, really. It's practically indecent. He's two seconds away from humming a jaunty tune just to channel some of the good vibes, and that notion just keeps echoing back and forth in his wind tunnel of a head. My boyfriend, meet the family, my boyfriend, white picket fence, my--
Reki's lips feel so nice against his back. Even after Kojiro carefully loads their subs into the oven -- loaded up with enough cheese to kill a man -- he still doesn't budge. Just leans against the stove, grinning faintly and trying (failing) to remember another time he's been this happy. ]
Talk about spoiled, I'm getting dinner and a show back here.
[ there's the soft huff of laughter against kojiro's skin, reki's thin arms looping around his waist to keep their bodies nice and snug. maybe not too long ago he'd worry about getting in the way or scare himself off with the idea that no one wants to be embraced by someone who's been marinating in car exhaust fumes the whole way home, but kojiro's basically on the verge of becoming family now. no mercy anymore. ]
Thank you.
[ his voice goes lower and softer as he snuggles his cheek against kojiro's skin. ]
For doing this. It was rough, keeping something so important from them.
[ Not entirely, and Kojiro would never presume as much. Reki's closer to his family than Kojiro's ever been to his own. Kojiro and Kaoru tore up the island when they were teenagers for a few very good reasons, and most of those reasons were directly related to their families. They each coped in their own way after moving out; Kojiro's methods involved estrangement. And lonely as that could be, there are certain fringe benefits. Primarily (and especially in this case), Kojiro's beholden to himself alone. There's no one left to care that he's shacking up with a man almost ten years his junior.
Except Kaoru, but he has no room whatsoever to have any kind of opinion in the matter.
So no, Kojiro can't totally understand how nerve-wracking this is for Reki. But that's part of why he wants to make sure this goes smoothly for him. Ma seems open to it, and that's important. Kojiro just needs to prove he cares; that he loves Reki, that he'll do anything for him, that he'll keep him safe and happy. And all of that? That's a cinch. In the bag.
Kojiro hums a quiet sigh, and rests his hands -- large and warm -- over Reki's arms. ]
I didn't know you were telling them. How'd that go? You wanna tell me about it?
I didn't say shit. My aunt started working the truth outta me and I realized too late Ma had put her up to it.
[ not that he sounds particularly pissed about getting checkmated by his own mother; turns out it's a lot more comforting to think she's doing what she can to keep tabs on him, rather than losing track of him entirely.
he's starting to suspect too that he's never been half as slick as he thought he was, but one big reveal at a time, here. ]
Then Ma showed up to the shop with lunch... It was a dirty play, I didn't stand a chance. And it's been awhile since we had a moment like that, but...
[ but as good as it felt to finally clear the air of all those secrets he'd been keeping, half of them weren't his to tell. more guilt on top of the old, until he just couldn't stand it anymore. his arms tighten and he mutters glumly: ]
Hey, none of that. I told you I'm good with however you wanna play this whole thing.
[ Reki's arm gets a reassuring squeeze, and tempting as it is to turn around and wrap him up in a big hug, Kojiro has this sneaking suspicion that he's happy right where he is. No need to fuck that up. ]
They love you enough to bully the truth out of you. And it seems like they're chill with everything. That's all the important stuff. Probably just wanna make sure you're safe and happy, which I hope you are. So the rest is easy.
Sorry you didn't get to tell them in your own way, though.
Besides, I uh. Kinda drunkenly forced you out at S with that mistletoe stunt so... Call it even, if you want.
[ if only he had the cojones to just mack on kojiro right in front of everyone to begin with. would have saved him a bunch of sleepless nights and the lecture from langa about keeping things from him, again. somewhere along the way, he ought to have learned a lesson in all this.
mostly, though, it's just a relief that it's over. ]
Never seemed right, treating something really good like a dirty secret. That's—
[ he swallows down the next point. too much of a buzzkill to bring that up now. energy better spent letting himself be happy, probably. how convenient that he's in the happiest place in the world already, spoiled by kojiro's warmth and lazily toying with the luxuriously soft curls at the back of his neck. ]
I'm just glad we're here now. I'm not really sweating how it happened if it means we get to be together.
[ There's only so much a man can take, and Reki's being too sweet for his own good. Kojiro turns just enough to get an arm around Reki's shoulders, to yank him around and pull him in for a kiss that feels every bit as warm and comforting as everything else floating between them right now. ]
Me too. Together's all that matters. But you got a lot of nerve, coming in here with all that sweet stuff. Gonna spoil your appetite.
[ As if on cue, there's a timer beeping on Kojiro's watch. One more kiss, and Reki's free to move about the kitchen again. Kojiro's momentarily preoccupied getting their dinner out of the oven and plated. The subs are picturesque; rolls toasted to perfection, sauce molten, cheese all browned and bubbly. Lou is completely distraught that none of it's heading his way. ]
Uhn-uh. No. Too good for puppies. [ Kojiro passes a plated sub over to Reki. ] Babe. Take it. Your son's trying for a felony.
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shut up dont be laughing rn
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you don't have to answer me right now but just think about it
I know we joked around before but I could buy us a house
big tub with jets, couple extra bedrooms so you can have a workshop and I can have a gym
could be nice
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i mean like not a no tho
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Babe, got you somethin'.
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[ Reki gets exactly two steps out of the genkan before he's assaulted. Never mind Lou jumping at him (and he always does, work in progress, he'll get the whole down thing eventually), Kojiro snags Reki by the waist practically out of nowhere to drag him into the kitchen. Then come the kisses, all over Reki's face, mouth, neck, all rapid-fire and obnoxiously saccharine.
And should he be cooking in nothing but suteteko? Absolutely fucking not, but he won't be dissuaded. Welcome home. ]
Shit, it is kisses, thanks beautiful.
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I'll take the credit. You're welcome. Wait—
[ there's no squirming out of kojiro's grasp—reki knows better by now—but he does manage to free a pocket and fish a hibiscus bloom from it. that's tucked behind kojiro's ear so reki can beam brightly at him. ]
So pretty.
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Aww. I've always wanted to be pretty. No more Butterface Joe, I've got a flower now.
[ Reki's cheek looks so biteable when he smiles. So he gets a bite, gentle, right next to his dimple, and Kojiro snarls just before he finally lets Reki go. ]
You good with meatball subs?
[ Lou's very good with meatball subs. He's following Kojiro back to the stove as soon as he notices the trajectory.]
Parm? No parm?
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At this point I'm good with anything. Murder it with cheese for me, though.
[ eventually, he takes a break from snack-stealing to make himself useful and grab a few plates, but not before commenting: ]
Damn, maybe you shouldn't bring food to Ma's. This could start a rivalry.
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[ Etiquette. You don't bring your own entrees to meet the boyfriend's folks. That way lies danger. Except, now that the thought's occurred to him, Kojiro's frozen solid over a saucepan full of meatballs -- saucy spoon in hand -- and deeply pondering why he's just realizing this now. That Reki's-- ]
Huh. Babe. You're my boyfriend.
[ This shouldn't be a revelation, shouldn't set a grin slowly crawling onto Kojiro's face. And yet-- ]
Like, for real.
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Yeah, for real.
[ it definitely feels too good to be true. the kisses he spreads across kojiro's back are soft and tentative. ]
You're really okay with this?
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[ Giddy with it, really. It's practically indecent. He's two seconds away from humming a jaunty tune just to channel some of the good vibes, and that notion just keeps echoing back and forth in his wind tunnel of a head. My boyfriend, meet the family, my boyfriend, white picket fence, my--
Reki's lips feel so nice against his back. Even after Kojiro carefully loads their subs into the oven -- loaded up with enough cheese to kill a man -- he still doesn't budge. Just leans against the stove, grinning faintly and trying (failing) to remember another time he's been this happy. ]
Spoiling me again back there?
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[ there's the soft huff of laughter against kojiro's skin, reki's thin arms looping around his waist to keep their bodies nice and snug. maybe not too long ago he'd worry about getting in the way or scare himself off with the idea that no one wants to be embraced by someone who's been marinating in car exhaust fumes the whole way home, but kojiro's basically on the verge of becoming family now. no mercy anymore. ]
Thank you.
[ his voice goes lower and softer as he snuggles his cheek against kojiro's skin. ]
For doing this. It was rough, keeping something so important from them.
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[ Not entirely, and Kojiro would never presume as much. Reki's closer to his family than Kojiro's ever been to his own. Kojiro and Kaoru tore up the island when they were teenagers for a few very good reasons, and most of those reasons were directly related to their families. They each coped in their own way after moving out; Kojiro's methods involved estrangement. And lonely as that could be, there are certain fringe benefits. Primarily (and especially in this case), Kojiro's beholden to himself alone. There's no one left to care that he's shacking up with a man almost ten years his junior.
Except Kaoru, but he has no room whatsoever to have any kind of opinion in the matter.
So no, Kojiro can't totally understand how nerve-wracking this is for Reki. But that's part of why he wants to make sure this goes smoothly for him. Ma seems open to it, and that's important. Kojiro just needs to prove he cares; that he loves Reki, that he'll do anything for him, that he'll keep him safe and happy. And all of that? That's a cinch. In the bag.
Kojiro hums a quiet sigh, and rests his hands -- large and warm -- over Reki's arms. ]
I didn't know you were telling them. How'd that go? You wanna tell me about it?
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[ not that he sounds particularly pissed about getting checkmated by his own mother; turns out it's a lot more comforting to think she's doing what she can to keep tabs on him, rather than losing track of him entirely.
he's starting to suspect too that he's never been half as slick as he thought he was, but one big reveal at a time, here. ]
Then Ma showed up to the shop with lunch... It was a dirty play, I didn't stand a chance. And it's been awhile since we had a moment like that, but...
[ but as good as it felt to finally clear the air of all those secrets he'd been keeping, half of them weren't his to tell. more guilt on top of the old, until he just couldn't stand it anymore. his arms tighten and he mutters glumly: ]
Sorry, man, I should have talked to you first.
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[ Reki's arm gets a reassuring squeeze, and tempting as it is to turn around and wrap him up in a big hug, Kojiro has this sneaking suspicion that he's happy right where he is. No need to fuck that up. ]
They love you enough to bully the truth out of you. And it seems like they're chill with everything. That's all the important stuff. Probably just wanna make sure you're safe and happy, which I hope you are. So the rest is easy.
Sorry you didn't get to tell them in your own way, though.
Besides, I uh. Kinda drunkenly forced you out at S with that mistletoe stunt so... Call it even, if you want.
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[ if only he had the cojones to just mack on kojiro right in front of everyone to begin with. would have saved him a bunch of sleepless nights and the lecture from langa about keeping things from him, again. somewhere along the way, he ought to have learned a lesson in all this.
mostly, though, it's just a relief that it's over. ]
Never seemed right, treating something really good like a dirty secret. That's—
[ he swallows down the next point. too much of a buzzkill to bring that up now. energy better spent letting himself be happy, probably. how convenient that he's in the happiest place in the world already, spoiled by kojiro's warmth and lazily toying with the luxuriously soft curls at the back of his neck. ]
I'm just glad we're here now. I'm not really sweating how it happened if it means we get to be together.
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[ There's only so much a man can take, and Reki's being too sweet for his own good. Kojiro turns just enough to get an arm around Reki's shoulders, to yank him around and pull him in for a kiss that feels every bit as warm and comforting as everything else floating between them right now. ]
Me too. Together's all that matters. But you got a lot of nerve, coming in here with all that sweet stuff. Gonna spoil your appetite.
[ As if on cue, there's a timer beeping on Kojiro's watch. One more kiss, and Reki's free to move about the kitchen again. Kojiro's momentarily preoccupied getting their dinner out of the oven and plated. The subs are picturesque; rolls toasted to perfection, sauce molten, cheese all browned and bubbly. Lou is completely distraught that none of it's heading his way. ]
Uhn-uh. No. Too good for puppies. [ Kojiro passes a plated sub over to Reki. ] Babe. Take it. Your son's trying for a felony.
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