From the Hidden Cupboard

Another Way to do Homework

A/N To my dearest readers... Tell me when you catch on... LOL:

"What are you reading?" He asked as he came in the room. I glanced up and smiled gently.

"Just another Wattpad romance." I admitted. He chuckled as he grabbed himself a beer from the fridge and cracked it open. I watched him for a second as he gulped down the brew with a satisfied sigh.

"I don't know why you read those things." He finally replied. He came over and shoved my legs out of his way so he could plop down next to me on the couch. Then he pulled my legs onto his lap.

"Why not? They are cute and fun. Well, most of the time anyways." I curled into his warmth as I clutched my phone and glanced down at the story I was reading right then.

"It's just a bunch of girl's fantasies you know." He said with a touch of humour dancing in his eyes.

"Maybe. I think it's sweet though. I mean, it's like indirect support for our relationship. Even if I don't see them or really know who they are... It makes me feel better to know that there are people out there who like us." I said softly. He chuckled.

"You are such a romantic. They are just fetishizing us. It's all a bunch of horny, repressed women getting off on the forbidden." He tilted back his beer and I watched a bead of condensation drip down the bottle onto his fingertips. I sighed inwardly.

"No way. There are some guys like us on here too, and don't forget the fudanshis." I protested. He gave me a funny look.

"The fu-what now?" He was looking at my phone like it was an alien. I laughed at him.

"Never mind babe. Go watch some sports or something." I dismissed him and turned back to my story. I felt his eyes on me and tried to find my place. Even though my focus was on the text, I could subtly feel him staring at me and it was distracting. "Stop it."

"Stop what?" He was grinning. I could hear it in his voice.

"Stop staring at me." I mumbled. He hugged me closer.

"Nope." He popped the 'p' and laid his chin on my shoulder. I snorted at him and put down my phone to stare back.

"What do you want." I deadpanned. He smiled cutely at me.

"Nothing." He replied. I shook my head at him and tried to pick up my phone. He blocked me. I hissed at him as my phone slid off my lap onto the floor.

"Dammit. What'd you do that for? If you broke my screen... so help me I will murder you." I growled at him. He chuckled and held me so I couldn't move. I wriggled a bit and he held on tighter.

"No. Mine. No more phone. Pay attention to me." He whined. I rolled my eyes at his childish antics and played dead in his tight, muscular grip.

"Make me." I stared at the ceiling and pretended in my head to be a dead fish. He laughed and shifted me so his whole body was pressing into mine. I blushed but kept my eyes on the ceiling. He tried kissing me, but I turned my head.

"Honeeeey. Don't you love me?" He pouted and faked a sniff as he hovered over me. I cracked a smile, then tried to cover it up with a frown.

"Yes, but I am mad at you right now." I fake glared at him. He blinked his eyes and pouted. Whatever. I rolled my eyes again.

"How come? I'm cute. You can't be mad at me." He nuzzled his nose into my neck and I tried not to shiver from the slight cold. He was a tempter of the first order, I will give him that.

"You are cute, but I can still be mad at you. Now apologize to the fans, and promise not to chuck my phone anymore." I lectured him. He sighed like he was seriously suffering and I heard some mumbling into the crook of my neck. "I can't hear you." I could but that was beside the point.