Yokozawa Takafumi's Mistakes (Sekai ichi Hatsukoi fanfic)

Mistake # 19

Note: Thanks CielSempaii for giving me the idea(s) for this chapter.

Lounging on the couch, Yokozawa had been attentively watching a new police related show when he heard a sigh. Ignoring it, Yokozawa kept his eyes glued to the screen watching the climatic chase seen until a head thumped into his lap. Startled, Yokozawa jolted before turning an annoyed glare toward his lover. When Yokozawa shifted his eyes back to the television, he found had missed the suspect being taken down.
Glancing back down at the light haired man casually laying on his lap, Yokozawa's eyes narrowed slightly as he accuses, "You did that on purpose."
Those light eyes twinkled with mischief as Kirishima innocently replied, "I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Bullshit! You chose the most dramatic part to distract me at," Yokozawa growled.
"Ah, you caught me," Kirishima admitted rather fast and without the usual back and forth exchange.
Frowning, Yokozawa had been put off by Kirishima's confession and paused for a brief amount of time. The dark haired salesman then opened his mouth and asked, "Why did you do that? The show was almost over anyway."
"Because I am bored," Kirishima responds while looking at the ceiling. "Also, I don't like sharing your attention with anything that includes the television."
Stunned, Yokozawa shook his head and said, "Really? There must be a limit to how childish and immature you can be."
Kirishima turned a serious look on Yokozawa and says, "You underestimate my possessiveness."
Yokozawa rolled his eyes, unable and not wanting to take on the argument of how absolutely ridiculous it is to be jealous of Yokozawa paying attention to a television show. "Whatever. If you are bored then go read a book or take a nap. And more importantly, get off me!"
Face heating up, the dark haired salesman became hyper aware of his overs using his lap as a pillow now that he put a stop to their little spat. Reaching down, he attempts to push Kirishima off without much success. Instead, the editor-in-chief captures one of Yokozawa's arms and pulls it towards his face. Kirishima gently bites and sucks on Yokozawa's wrist leaving a kiss mark.
"Ah..ngh..." Yokozawa moans quietly as he a shiver goes through him.
Face turning red, Yokozawa forcefully frees his wrist from Kirishima's hold. Tensing, Yokozawa listens for a moment, only letting out a sigh of relief when he hears silence meaning Hiyori had not left her room and heard the embarrassing sound he made.
Moving into a sitting position, Kirishima smirks as he says, "That was sexy. Let's hear some more."
Slapping away the hands that snaked their way in his direction, Yokozawa narrowed his eyes to slits as he snarled, "Knock it off! You know that I am strictly against doing anything while Hiyo is here."
Undeterred, Kirishima moved closer to Yokozawa causing the salesman to press his back against the armrest if the couch. Placing his hands, on the armrest on opposite sides of the salesman, Kirishima stared at his trapped partner. Leaning forward, Kirishima kisses the salesman only to draw back with a hiss of pain.
"Did you seriously just bite my tongue," Kirishima asked with a shocked tone.
"I did. That's a warning. I am not going to let you do intimate things while Hiyo is here. We already had this conversation and you agreed. If you try to do anything else, then I will leave," Yokozawa states this in a firm voice.
When Yokozawa gets like this, Kirishima knows that he will follow through on his words. That usually leaves no option but to back off. Sighing, Kirishima runs a hand through his hair.
Disappointed, the light brown haired man backed up an flopped back on the couch. "I got it. You can relax, I won't bother you any further."
Taking in the dejected state of his lover, Yokozawa feels guilty. It's cruel to ask Kirishima to hold back all the time. Yokozawa is well aware of this. However, there have been too many close calls with Hiyori. There were only so many chances they had to get away with things until the adorable girl got suspicious. After all, Hiyori could be super sharp at times.
"I'm sor-" Yokozawa begins to apologize.
"You have nothing to apologize for. I overstepped one of the boundaries we set and you corrected me. That's all there is to it," Kirishima speaks in a dismissive tone.
A silence occurs in which Kirishima continues to stare as the ceiling with a disinterested gaze. Yokozawa finds himself watching Kirishima as the guilt from earlier lingered with him a bit. The dark haired salesman found his thoughts going to all the times he has turned down his partner's advances and can't help wincing as he acknowledges that if Kirishima has rejected him like that multiple times his self confidence would have shattered.
Observing his younger companion, Kirishima barely is able to conceal the grin that tried to rise to his lips under a neutral facial expression. Shifting back into a sitting position, Kirishima folds his hands together and looks Yokozawa in the eyes. As per usual, Yokozawa broke the eye contact first and turned his face away as small frown forms.
"You don't have to look so down. I respect the agreement we made even though the temptations to disregard it and accept the consequences is very appealing," Kirishima gently said to his depressed looking partner. "However, now that intimacy is off the table, I am back at the original problem of being bored again."
"Is there something else you want to do?" Yokozawa inquires wanting to make his partner happy, yet feeling apprehensive.
"As a matter of fact there is something I thought of that could be entertaining," Kirishima said with a smile.
"What is that?" Yokozawa asked curious, but also warrily.
"I want to make a bet with you," Kirishima answers.
Despite knowing this was a horrible mistake, Yokozawa felt the side of him that never wants to back down from a challenge having already accepted the bet without even knowing any details. Yokozawa shifted his eyes back to his partner's. 'I shouldn't do this. It always backfires on me.' That thought seemed to barely register in Yokozawa's mind as he sits up straighter on the couch.
"What did you have in mind?" Yokozawa asked.
"It is simple. Being a good parent involves making tough choices and disappointing their child at times. There is a movie that Hiyori and her friends want to see. The last showing is tonight, so Hiyori is going to ask if she can go. The movie starts at 10:30, so it will last way past the time Hiyori is used to going to bed," Kirishima explained in a causal tone.
Yokozawa listened having a guess as to where Kirishima is going with this. A feeling of anticipation built up inside of Yokozawa. 'If this is what I suspect, then I can definitely win this bet.' Struggling to hold back a smile, Yokozawa waits patiently to hear the rest of what Kirishima has to say.
"The bet is that you will not be able to tell her no when she asks to go," Kirishima explains examining his partner.
"Making a bet like this, it sure seems like you are looking down on me," Yokozawa states with a raised eyebrow.
"It's not my intention to do that," Kirishima said with an earnest tone. "I figure that this gives us both an equal chance of winning the bet."
"Sure," Yokozawa agreed, although he couldn't see this situation in other way, but as favorable to him. "What are we wagering?"
"If you win, well what do you want?" Kirishima asks figuring that Yokozawa should have the option to choose for himself.
Pausing, Yokozawa found himself uncertain on what to say. The salesman wanted to carefully consider his options as he felt he had a high possibility of winning this bet. It would be the first bet where Kirishima would have to do what he wanted.
Something about that made Yokozawa somewhat excited. It was like control was finally being placed in his hands. If that is the case, Yokozawa wanted to choose something that would allow him to savor it.
After throughly thinking through several possible situations, Yokozawa found that none of his ideas really stood out. Shaking his head, Yokozawa knew that he just wasn't going to come up with an answer. Yet, given the current situation he couldn't remain silent and he didn't want to give Kirishima back the control of choosing the wager. 'I guess I only have one option.'
"It's a secret," Yokozawa responded knowing a lengthy amount of time had passed.
"You spent all that time racking your brains, only to tell me that what you want if you win is a secret? So in other words you couldn't come up with anything," Kirishima counters with a knowing look that pisses Yokozawa off.
"I did pick what I want. I just don't have to tell you shit. You will find out when I win," Yokozawa growled, determined not to admit that Kirishima had been right as usual.
"If you say so," Kirishima grinned amused. "Well then, it's only fair that I don't have to tell you either what I have in mind when you lose."
Grimacing briefly, Yokozawa forces a confident expression on his face and says, "Sure. I don't want or need to be aware of something that isn't going to happen."
"Well that settles it," Kirishima announces clearly giddy and excited. "All that's left now is for-"
"Hold on," Yokozawa cut Kirishima off as he considered the bet a little more.
Surprised, Kirishima glanced over at his lover as with a suspicion on his eyes. "You aren't going to back out are you?"
"No. I am not it's just...I want some clarification about a few things about the bet," Yokozawa explained, realizing that he would be at a huge disadvantage depending on how this panned out.
Turning his full attention to Yokozawa, Kirishima gave a lazy smile and said, "Okay. What do you need to know?"
"I need to know that you won't be taking part of the conversation at all. We both know that you could easily win Hiyori over..." Yokozawa began until Kirishima interrupted him.
"It is a given that I will be silent. It will be entirely up to you to handle the situation. That being said do not expect me to come to come to the rescue no matter how things play out. I am going to be a silent observer until the conversation is over," Kirishima explained, his eyes never leaving Yokozawa's. "Anything else?"
"No that is it," Yokozawa answers, some part of him not trusting Kirishima's ability to stay silent, but he didn't want to take that battle on and figures at this point he should accept this.
A wide smile stretches across Kirishima's face as he holds out his hand. "So you accept the bet?"
A chill ran down Yokozawa's spine and he couldn't shake the feeling that he had ran head first into the most obvious trap in the world. Despite this, Yokozawa wouldn't and couldn't back out now.
Ignoring his sense of unease, Yokozawa grabbed Kirishima's hand. "Its on."