Tease

{ KillerQueen pt. 2 }

The following day, Killua posted a new video on his KillerQueen account that Gon had set his notifications for. He knew the exact time Killua posted it and figured the guy had woken up early to upload it. Against Gon's better judgement (because friends didn't watch each others' porn, as far as he knew) he opened the link and watched the one minute that was available to him without having to subscribe. He sighed as it drew to a close, just as shit was getting good. Killua left the actual sexual material after the one minute mark when unsubscribed viewers were effectively cockblocked.

At this point, Gon knew far too much about Killua's inner thigh to just give up. Friends? Who was he trying to kid. This was a goddamn date. He would pull no punches. As soon as a date was set, he started planning his outfit, and when the day arrived, Gon spent the morning before Greek History canvasing New York City for a flower shop, which wound up in the depths of the subway selling roses for some obscene price Gon was willing to pay for the sake of r o m a n c e.

Gon walked through campus carrying a light, but luscious bouquet of five roses framed with fluffy ferns and cute white flowers. At the history building, he paused, checked his hair, and let out a short, relieved breath. This was it. The day he had been waiting for.

He made his way to the lecture hall where, upon entry, he spied Killua up at the very top of the lecture hall steps, his hood up, and his phone in hand. He had one foot propped up on the seat in front of him and seemed too absorbed in his phone to notice when Gon approached his row. He didn't look until Gon took a seat beside him and held out the flowers.

"Holy—" Killua started, phone slipping from his fingers. It slapped right into his lap. He grimaced and took the flowers, voice hoarse. "Thank... you?"

Gon smiled at him with one of those perfect, charming smiles that deserved to be in a magazine. Killua swallowed hard and looked down at the flowers. He picked at the tissue paper and said, "I don't know what the fuck to do with this."

"That's okay," Gon said with a light laugh. "I never know what to do with them."

Killua's nose wrinkled up. "You say that like you've gotten flowers before."

The guy snorted and said, "Yeah, from my mom. Every damn game in high school."

Killua scoffed a little, lips pursed and eyes on the red roses. He had never gotten red roses before, and it felt weird. The paper crinkled when he moved it, and the petals were soft between the pads of his fingers. He rubbed them gently throughout the course of lecture, his attention span thinning by the minute. His brain was scattered between his finances crumbling around him, the next video that would keep him afloat, and the fact that he was spending an ungodly amount of money to even be at Yorknew. He was supposed to be paying attention, dammit! Every damn lecture seemed to amount to fifty bucks lost from his pocket.

He couldn't be distracted by the idiot freshmen sitting next to him taking notes. He couldn't be.

But there he was, his fingers running over the flower petals like he didn't have notes to take.

I've never gotten roses before, he thought, thinking again about how, out of all of the football players he slept with, a player he hadn't slept with started shit off by A) bringing up his career and B) getting him flowers.

He wasn't sure which was worse.

Killua sighed and put the flowers on the ground beneath his seat. He had to focus now, and focus he did until precisely eleven o' clock when lecture wrapped up and their "date" officially began.