make my wish come true

[suckguru]

[ He’s pretty lucky, really. It would have been so easy for Satoru to decide that being the strongest meant they were in competition, rather than a unit. And for all his hard work and all his training, Geto now knows that he’s completely defenseless when it comes to Satoru Gojo.

Of course, that might have been different if they were in competition. He’d have been able to put up a good fight, at least. Definitely a better fight than he’s able to put up with their current situation. And it’s not even that Satoru makes him so horny he gets stupid. This latest attack wasn’t even when they were fooling around. Satoru was just laying on Geto’s bed playing Digimon while Geto wrapped up some study when he looked up with a gremlin grin and asked “so where are you taking me for Christmas Eve?”. It was a challenge, he knows, although he does have a moment of doubt over whether you can still play Gay Chicken if you’re fucking on the regular. Apparently you can, because when after a pause to think he lists off ice skating, KFC, and the illuminations at Ashikaga flower park, Satoru just kicks his feet in the air like a thirteen year old girl in an anime and says it’s a date, Suguuuuruuuuuuu.

Of course, all this just means Geto is the architect of his own demise. They went ice skating, which he was pretty good at and Gojo was just as irritatingly naturally gifted at as he is anything else, skating little circles around people, skating backwards so he can look Geto in the face as he yaps away, pulling off little spins for emphasis and attracting stares of admiration. He’s such a natural that with his hair and eyes he looks like Asian Jack Frost, and it’s pretty annoying that it makes Geto’s heart go pitter-pat.

Then they went to KFC, where Satoru hung off Geto and smiled at the girl at the register, fluttering his pale lashes at her over his dark glasses, and Geto’s 100% sure that’s why there are extra pieces of chicken in their order. It seemed like the right order to do things – the physical activity, then eating, then a slow stroll while they digested all that greasy chicken. Unfortunately it means they ended up saving what Geto thinks is by far the most romantic item for last. It looks like a fairyland, the hanging wisteria blooms all lit up, Satoru’s hair picking up glimmers of blue and purple and pink from the lights. He has, in what Geto is sure is a key move in his game of Gay Chicken, elected only to wear items of clothing that Geto either bought him or encouraged him to buy. This means that he’s all decked out in white with occasional splashes of blue, and the lights reflect off him and make him look as magical as he… well, is. Geto’s dressed in his usual black and feels a bit like a ratty old raven following a dove around. At least, he does until a girl asks if she can take their picture and says they look so cute together! after, and Satoru – still hanging off him even though the girl has lowered her phone – grins wide and says we do, don’t we? and gives Geto bedroom eyes.

It’s a unique kind of torture. He promised – sort of – that he wouldn’t be weird about it. And he’s usually pretty good at that, but seeing couples strolling around hand-in-hand and cooing at each other is making that more of a struggle than usual. He buys them hot drinks to ward off the chill – tea for him, hot chocolate loaded with a truly infeasible quantity of marshmallows for Satoru – and Satoru looks up at him through his lashes (a feat, given that Satoru is the taller of them) and coos you’re so good to me, Suguuruuuuu~. And all Geto wants to do is hold Satoru’s hand and be boyfriends. In short: he’s being weird about it. Like right now; Satoru is cackling at a Christmas tree made of white, purple and yellow lights and declaring it the Lucemon Tree and Geto is just staring at him and sighing moonily like that’s the smartest and most romantic thing anyone’s ever said.

Idiot. ]

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[goatjo]

Haaaah?!

[ the hot chocolate cup gets plunked down on a nearby wall so he can jab a finger into suguru's chest without having to let go of his hand. ] Who else are you going around kissing in public, huh?

[suckguru]

[ Geto may be about to lose any and all accrued brownie points, because that makes him laugh. Is this meant to be part of the Gay Chicken experience? A little lover's tiff? It can't be real indignation, because the idea of Satoru Gojo thinking anyone - let alone Geto - would be stupid enough to gamble being with him on fooling around with anybody else? Ridiculous. ]

Her name was Chihiro. We were five. It went so well we're both gay now, but I still see her when I visit home. I can tell her to look out for an ass kicking if you want.

[goatjo]

[ excuse me?! laughing is not an appropriate response to that question, and gojo is all prepared to puff up about it.

... but then the explanation comes, and most of the indignation he was building up to promptly deflates. ]

Maybe. Depends on if she's more like the L or the B from the LGBT. [ rocking back on his heels a little, thoughtful. ] So that was your first kiss?

[suckguru]

Definitely L.

[ He knows this because she once told him he was the only boy she'd ever kissed, and she did not say it wistfully. She said it like she blamed him for spoiling a perfect record. ]

It was, I guess. Very romantic. I had a skinned knee, someone was crying on the seesaw. And I'm pretty sure somebody'd peed in the slide next to us. It looked like a giant snail.

[goatjo]

Okay, okaaaaay! Save the details when you’re not on a date with me.

[ and why does suguru remember it that clearly, huh? maybe having pretty, flowy hair means you still feel a lot of wistful things about lesbians!!! ]

[suckguru]

Will do.

[ Still smiling. He only remembers the details because he rememebers EVERYTHING embarrassing that's ever happened to him and frequently recalls it all while he tries to go to sleep - unless Satoru is there, in which case his brain is so full of Satoru he's like a living white noise machine. Still, it's... kind of cute to see him pretend to get huffy about it. ]

What about you? Were you busting out that thing you do with your eyes in kindergarten?

[goatjo]

Huuuh? [ gojo is giving suguru another one of those sideways looks, but then he’s bending down to scoop his hot chocolate back up. ] What, you already need reminding? You were there.

[suckguru]

[ Pause for the dialup modem sounds occurring in Geto's brain. This lasts for a full agonizing four seconds, until - ]

Wait, what?

[ Oh no. Oh, no no no. That can't be right. He must be joking. ]

I meant your first kiss.

[ That's... desperation, more than misunderstanding. ]

[goatjo]

Yeah. [ making a face at him before he slurps up one of his melty marshmallows. ] Some lame rando was trying to slide into your DMs, but I locked you down first.

Sound familiar?

[suckguru]

[ Ba-ding-ba-ding krschhhhhh. ]

Satoru. You should have told me.

[ He absolutely should not have. Geto would have freaked out, decided it needed a nice date beforehand and soft music and maybe candlelight, and then he'd have psyched himself out while trying to arrange all that and it never would have happened. Still. He feels like a bit of a skeeze. ]

[goatjo]

Wha —? Why?

[ pink is starting to creep up into his cheeks from underneath his scarf, but it’s obvious that he’s attempting to persist in seeming Very Cool. ] What was I supposed to do, make an announcement?

[suckguru]

Well - yeah. I would've - I could've been -

[ No way in hell is he letting go of Satoru's hand now, even if he doesn't particularly feel like he deserves to hold it in light of this new revelation, but you can bet he's waving the other one in an expansive demonstration of just how whatever he fuck he's trying to get at he would have been. ]

I wasn't exactly a gentleman about it.

[goatjo]

[ there’s a moment of processing, and then — oho. ]

So you’re saying you wouldn’t have started sucking my dick like my balls contained the fountain of youth? Yeah, I definitely don’t regret not telling you now.

[suckguru]

Satoru.

[ They are In! Public! There are people all around! So yes, he flushes, but his traitor mouth is trying to smile because okay, that is at least a little bit funny. ]

I'm not saying I wouldn't have. Just -

Okay, yeah, I probably wouldn't have. I could have tried to make it - [ don't say special, he'll think you're the soppiest person that ever lived, he'll laugh his ass off ] special.

[ Oh, okay. Traitor mouth is working overtime, huh. ]

[goatjo]

Already was!

[ and he’s puffing up with pride this time, grinning over at suguru. ] You were kissing me.

[suckguru]

Special for you, you clown.

[ It's reassuring, though. If Satoru thinks it's no big deal that his first kiss was... what it was, and abruptly followed by a blowjob that was at least as much about showing off as it was about making him feel good, then maybe Geto should chill out about it, too. So he plants his free hand at the small of Satoru's back and (gently, remembering the hot chocolate this time!) tugs him in for a kiss. A soft, closed-mouth little one, sure, but it feels special. Not for the camera, not for a show. Just because he wants to. ]

[goatjo]

[ oh! he’s not expecting this kiss, and somehow? it’s the one that really gets his heart to flutter, even if suguru isn’t busting out any of his fancy moves.

and even when it breaks, gojo stays close, something softer in his smile. ]

It was. [ special, he means. ] I was kissing you.

[suckguru]

This more of that famous game you were talking about?

[ He means to tease, but it's probably pretty ineffective with the way he's smiling, the warm sparkle in his eye. This is special; the closeness, the warmth, the way Satoru's smiling at him. ]

It's working.

[goatjo]

Nah. If it was, you wouldn’t have to ask.

[ but he leans in to press another kiss against suguru’s mouth, grin widening as he pulls away. ] Speaking of —

I had one more thing planned for tonight! You ready to go check it out?

[suckguru]

[ Ooh! Surprise date planning reversal! This must be the game. His own smile ticks up too, a mirror to Satoru's, and he squeezes tha hand he's still holding. ]

Lead the way.

[goatjo]

[ luckily, he planned all of this out! so there's no need to drag suguru towards the nearest transit station, just down a block or two through the crowds of people out enjoying the atmosphere.

then they're ducking into the lobby of one of the glitziest hotels in tokyo -- and one that's been booked up for this particular holiday for months, unless you've got the gojo name (and credit card) to swing around. and since he already called ahead, it means there's no fuss about fetching the room key from the front desk and then swooping up one of the elevators. ]

Everyone said this hotel was top tier if you were going for date night atmosphere. [ as he's fiddling with the room key to get the door unlocked. ] And I figured we're both probably over the shitty beds in the dorms, so --

[ but then he's finally getting the door unlocked and open, and the rest of whatever he was going to say falls away with a little oh. because the room inside is nice, sure, but it's the extra dressing he wasn't expecting --

an elegant scatter of rose petals on the bed, a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice, a tray with dual offerings of a charcuterie board and chocolate-dipped fruits arranged nearby. someone's even gone to the effort of filling up the tub with steaming hot water and a few more of those rose petals.

this... is probably what people meant when they were talking about atmosphere, huh? ]

[suckguru]

[ The noise Geto makes can really only be described as a wheeze. The hotel was already a lot to deal with, given that he doesn't know how much it costs except that it's soundly in the bracket of "would give his bank account nightmares just to google it". And then Satoru actually opens the door and it's like an advertisement for a honeymoon package in there or something! Satoru cuts off mid-thought and he'd ask if this was the right room, except he knows that even with non-sorcerers the Gojo name carries a lot of weight. Someone probably saw the name on the booking and decided it was time to impress. They're probably thinking he's bringing a girl here and considering this an audition for hosting a wedding. He's quiet for a moment, and then he laughs low and husky. ]

And to think I was impressed by you flirting your way into extra chicken.

[goatjo]

I didn't even flirt for this!

[ seriously. he'd called, the receptionist had initially been giving him a lot of 'tude about how the hotel was completely booked, he'd made a point of saying his name extra slow, and then it had mostly been a lot of flustered extra-polite manners. no flirting at all!

hmph. ]

I just told 'em to make sure we got a room with a view of Tokyo Tower! I wanted to us to be able to see the lights from here.

[suckguru]

Satoru.

[ Gently, because Satoru sounds pretty insistent! It wouldn't bother Geto if he had flirted his way into it - he's pretty sure Satoru has some sort of chronic flirting condition that makes it nigh-impossible for him not to - but it does matter to him that Satoru is happy. So he reels him back in, gives him another soft little kiss, and leaves his arms looped around him after. ]

It's amazing. I love it.

[goatjo]

[ sadly, for suguru's high opinion of him, gojo's mostly annoyed that this wasn't a product of his flirting. that would've proved that his game is world class! why'd his family name have to go and out-perform his rizz on christmas eve?

but then suguru is pulling him closer and pressing another one of those heart-skipping kisses against his mouth, and suddenly? none of that seems to matter nearly as much. ]

Yeah? [ grinning at him, ducking close enough to rub their noses together in a childish little display of affection. ] Pretty great way to round off a Christmas Eve date, right?