"Hi, Ken!" she said, far more cheerfully than he'd ever heard her before noon on a Saturday. Ken was a bit taken aback.
"Um, hi?"
Jun's smile only widened, and Ken started to grow wary. He knew that kind of smile on Daisuke meant he was up to something and he suspected it was the same was true for Jun.
"You're here for Daisuke, of course," she said. "Let me take you to him."
Ken had barely toed off his shoes before Jun grabbed his arm and started to pull him down the hallway as if Ken hadn't been here a hundred times previously and knew exactly where Daisuke's room was. That's how Ken knew he was right to be suspicious. He thought, possibly, that Daisuke was in middle of something embarrassing and Jun knew it and wanted to make sure Ken knew it, too. Unfortunately for her machinations, there wasn't much Daisuke could do that would turn Ken off. Even the cringiest things Daisuke did only fanned the flames of Ken's long-held crush higher. Really, it was more embarrassing for Ken.
Jun flung open the door to Daisuke's room and made a 'ta-da' gesture with jazz hands, eyes trained on Ken's face and clearly waiting for a reaction.
She got one.
Probably not the one she was expecting.
Daisuke was asleep and snoring. His head and torso were on the floor with one leg on the bed and the other tangled inextricably in the blanket. Scattered on the floor around him were crinkly chip bags and candy wrappers. Clothes were discarded in piles everywhere, spilling out of his closet and impossible to tell if they were clean or dirty. It looked like he'd knocked into his desk sometime before he'd fallen asleep because there were pens and pencils and papers in amongst everything else. A game console controller was just out of reach of Daisuke's outstretched arm and the TV was buzzing static.
Ken tried very, very hard not to noticeably trail his eyes down the length of Daisuke's forearm. And with great difficulty...he did not succeed. Ken had continued to grow tall and lanky, but Daisuke had filled out, especially over the past summer, and Ken couldn't stop himself from staring at the muscle in Daisuke's arms and the way Daisuke's tshirt rode halfway up his chest. Ken was fairly certain he saw some chip crumbs trailing along Daisuke's belly button, but somehow that just made the situation hotter. He couldn't explain it. He had no excuse. Daisuke could be sitting on a mountain of trash, not showered in a week, and Ken would be there struggling and failing to keep his heart rate calm and the blush from taking over his face.
He could feel it now, how hot his cheeks and neck were, a light sheen of sweat beginning to form on his forehead. He knew Jun could see how flustered he was, and she'd dropped her shit-eating grin for an expression closer to astonishment.
"Oookay," she said, scuttling around him and backing out of Daisuke's room. "Whatever gets you going." Ken started to say something, but Jun held her hand up. "Please don't say anything! I don't want to know why my brother's pig pen of a room turns you on and I regret every decision I've made this morning. Goodbye."
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Re: ken super horny for daisuke being a fucking slob
on 2022-04-07 02:39 am (UTC)"Hi, Ken!" she said, far more cheerfully than he'd ever heard her before noon on a Saturday. Ken was a bit taken aback.
"Um, hi?"
Jun's smile only widened, and Ken started to grow wary. He knew that kind of smile on Daisuke meant he was up to something and he suspected it was the same was true for Jun.
"You're here for Daisuke, of course," she said. "Let me take you to him."
Ken had barely toed off his shoes before Jun grabbed his arm and started to pull him down the hallway as if Ken hadn't been here a hundred times previously and knew exactly where Daisuke's room was. That's how Ken knew he was right to be suspicious. He thought, possibly, that Daisuke was in middle of something embarrassing and Jun knew it and wanted to make sure Ken knew it, too. Unfortunately for her machinations, there wasn't much Daisuke could do that would turn Ken off. Even the cringiest things Daisuke did only fanned the flames of Ken's long-held crush higher. Really, it was more embarrassing for Ken.
Jun flung open the door to Daisuke's room and made a 'ta-da' gesture with jazz hands, eyes trained on Ken's face and clearly waiting for a reaction.
She got one.
Probably not the one she was expecting.
Daisuke was asleep and snoring. His head and torso were on the floor with one leg on the bed and the other tangled inextricably in the blanket. Scattered on the floor around him were crinkly chip bags and candy wrappers. Clothes were discarded in piles everywhere, spilling out of his closet and impossible to tell if they were clean or dirty. It looked like he'd knocked into his desk sometime before he'd fallen asleep because there were pens and pencils and papers in amongst everything else. A game console controller was just out of reach of Daisuke's outstretched arm and the TV was buzzing static.
Ken tried very, very hard not to noticeably trail his eyes down the length of Daisuke's forearm. And with great difficulty...he did not succeed. Ken had continued to grow tall and lanky, but Daisuke had filled out, especially over the past summer, and Ken couldn't stop himself from staring at the muscle in Daisuke's arms and the way Daisuke's tshirt rode halfway up his chest. Ken was fairly certain he saw some chip crumbs trailing along Daisuke's belly button, but somehow that just made the situation hotter. He couldn't explain it. He had no excuse. Daisuke could be sitting on a mountain of trash, not showered in a week, and Ken would be there struggling and failing to keep his heart rate calm and the blush from taking over his face.
He could feel it now, how hot his cheeks and neck were, a light sheen of sweat beginning to form on his forehead. He knew Jun could see how flustered he was, and she'd dropped her shit-eating grin for an expression closer to astonishment.
"Oookay," she said, scuttling around him and backing out of Daisuke's room. "Whatever gets you going." Ken started to say something, but Jun held her hand up. "Please don't say anything! I don't want to know why my brother's pig pen of a room turns you on and I regret every decision I've made this morning. Goodbye."