LeoPika short stories and one shots!

"Boyfriend Material"

NSFW BECAUSE THERE IS DRUGS AND MASTURBATING

Leorio looked up from his bed as his door opened. Kurapika had walked in, and he looked thrashed. Like, messy hair, disheveled clothes, smeared makeup kind of thrashed. Without a word, he went straight to Leorio's bed and began to kiss him.

"Whoa, sunshine! Hey, I'm doing homework." Leorio protested. "This is really forward, are you sure?"

"I just," Kurapika said between gasping kisses. He mumbled more, but it was lost with the rustling of their clothes clashing as he slid on top of Leorio. He pushed him down to the mattress, and began undoing his belt.

"Wait, wait." Leorio grabbed him by the shoulders. He looked him in the eyes. "Kurapika, you're high as shit right now, aren't you?"

"The shit? Those edibles ain't shit." Kurapika was painfully aroused.

"Edibles? Oh my god how many did you have?"

"I don't feel so-" Kurapika barfed directly onto Leorio's chest.

"Oh my fucking god!" Leorio exclaimed.

"I'm so sorry!" Kurapika scrambled off of him, knocking a textbook onto the ground.

"Kurapika, you-" he looked from his shirt to his roommate who was holding his head in his hands. "Oh fuck, please not on the carpet."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Ugh. Sorry."

Leorio carefully took off his shirt and set it in the garbage. It was old anyway. He put a warm hand on his roommate's back, then helped him to his feet. They walked to the bathroom, and Leorio closed the door behind them. He turned on the fan, and set Kurapika down next to the toilet. He sat next to Kurapika, keeping the miserable man company.

Kurapika started mumbling.

"No, no. If you need to throw up, it goes in the toilet." Leorio pointed to the open bowl.

Kurapika slumped against him.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Leorio asked. A thousand scenarios flashed through his mind.

"Yeah. I'm. So good."

Leorio rested his head back on the wall. Man, I hope he's okay. I have no idea what to do if someone eats too many edibles. He threw up on my shirt already, so maybe he got it out of his system. Do I let him sleep it off? Do I take him to the hospital?

He briefly envisioned blood transfusions and stomach pumps and wailing sirens and flatlining heart monitors. He shook his head. Everything is gonna be fine. He didn't even look particularly high. Right? Just bloodshot eyes and a raging boner. Was the boner my fault? Stop that.

He took a deep breath. Kurapika's gonna be okay. He's not dumb. I'm sure he was with trust worthy friends who wouldn't let him take too much. Someone had to drive him home. Wait, why did he look so fluffed up when he got back? Did someone assault him? And... Why is he breathing so hard?

Leorio opened his eyes and looked down at his roommate. Kurapika was breathing heavily, and furiously masturbating.

"Kurapika!" Leorio nearly pushed him off. "Stop that! Oh my god, put that away. At least wait until I leave, god!"

Kurapika looked at him with crimson irises and bloodshot veins. His face was flushed and he had deep bags under his eyes. He was an absolute mess. "Leorio. I- I can't do it by myself."

Leorio pinched the bridge of his nose. "Oh my god."

"I will do your laundry for a week if you help me."