No Filter x Serial Dating

He Returns

The rain trickled down Killua's dorm room window as the day went on. When the light began to fade outside, Killua remained too focused on his homework to bother turning on a light. A square of light from the window sent a patchwork of shadows from the raindrops across his desk. After a while, he rubbed his strained eyes and looked up at the time on his computer screen. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust.

He checked his phone. There weren't any messages from Freecss and he really needed a shower. He got up with a sigh and gathered the necessary bullshit for the shared showers on the floor. Shared restrooms were the downfall of dorm life, but he supposed that was just a product of being raised in a mansion where he had an ensuite restroom.

He wouldn't go back to that for shit, though, so he'd deal with wearing flip-flops in the showers even if he looked like an absolute douche in them. Flip-flops. As if he wasn't chaotic enough.

He set his phone up on the concrete ledge between the shower stalls. He cranked up his music and turned the hot water. With the curtain closed, he stripped—aside from his flip-flops, duh—and hung his shit up on the hooks outside of the water stream.

Killua wasn't one for ridiculously long showers, so he made quick work of it, brushed his teeth, and spat the foam out down the drain. After all was said and done, his hair smelled like cherries and he was hopping into a fresh pair of sweatpants. He went to the automatic hand-dryers and ducked his head under them to dry his hair out a tad bit so that when he straightened up, he was all curly fluff.

He shut off his music and returned to his dorm. He had left the door unlocked, but he never expected anyone to actually waltz in during his shower session.

His bedroom light was on and, standing in the middle of the room, was a very wet-looking Gon Freecss.

Gon turned at the sound of the door opening. Killua jolted sharply, cussing under his breath with relief when he realized that it was just Gon. Gon dropped his duffle on the ground then, water dripping from his messy, post-travel hair.

"You just decided to invite yourself in?" Killua said, exasperated. His heart was still thudding in his chest from the fright. He tossed his towel into his closet along with his shower caddy. "Christ, Freecss, I thought you were a murderer or some shit."

"Just me," Gon said.

Killua kicked the door shut behind him and locked it. He glanced at the duffle on the ground as Gon stepped towards him from across the room. "Did you... come straight from the airport?"

"Yeah," he said, slowing in front of Killua with his eyes still and focusing heavily on Killua's lips. The realization of this made it impossible for Killua to block the temptation to lick his lip. His eyelids fluttered as he caught sight of Gon's hands reaching up from his periphery. He trembled as Gon's fingers grazed his neck, just barely. "Tell me what to do," Gon whispered.

"Kiss me, you idiot," Killua said, and Gon eagerly complied.

Gon crushed his lips to Killua's. He ducked low, his hands dropping fast to Killua's thighs, passing over his ass, and hooking Killua's legs to his hips. Killua's mouth fell open against the grunt that fell from Gon's lips.

Killua's back hit the wall. He dragged his tongue across Gon's and curled it in his mouth, panting as he closed his arms over Gon's shoulders and combed his fingers through Gon's damp hair. He lapped his tongue against Gon's lips as they parted, their breaths hot and moist against their skin. Killua closed his mouth to Gon's before kissing the corner of his lips, his jaw, and laving open-mouthed kisses down his throat.

His back left the wall. His world went horizontal before he collided with the comforter, gasping out a curse when Gon leant back, shedding his jacket and grabbing the hem of his shirt. Killua stared at the muscles of Gon's abdomen shift as he dragged his arms over his head, his hair tousled from the shirt. He flicked the shirt over to his duffle before putting a knee to the mattress, next to Killua's thigh.

Gon pushed his hands up past Killua's hips, lifting his shirt with a breathless, "Off."

Killua sat up, nose mere inches from Gon's as he pulled his shirt up over his head and chucked it across the room.

Gon mouthed at his neck as Killua fell back against the blankets. He hooked his arms around Gon's neck, his fingers in Gon's hair. His skin felt impossibly hot, his cheeks flushed pink when Gon's teeth grazed his neck and pinched the juncture of his neck to his trapezius muscle, hard enough to elicit a half-pained groan from Killua.

"Fuck," Killua gasped, fists closing in Gon's hair.

Gon's hot tongue licked a trail between Killua's pecs. He marked the skin above his abdomen and, all the while, Killua reveled in it. Gon's thumbs were rolling gloriously over his hipbones, and Killua preened, rolling his hips up, his knees pushed tight together as he tried to keep some semblance of control when Gon's ass was on his thighs.

Gon slipped his knee between Killua's legs. Killua pushed his leg up to Gon's crotch and rubbed his knee against the very obvious bulge in Gon's sweatpants. Gon groaned, his mouth leaving the sensitive skin just above Killua's waistband.

Killua brought his hands down to Gon's and, hooking his thumbs on his waistband, lowered them an inch. He watched Gon's eyes travel lower, stilling on the soft, pale skin under the waistband of Killua's exposed boxers. Gon caught his lip between his teeth, his hands hooking on Killua's hips and raising them to drag the fabric off of his narrow hips and shuck his sweatpants off of the bed. When Gon came back, Killua pushed himself up onto his hands, his bare legs pulled up.

He nearly asked Gon to turn the damn light off, but Gon came forward, eyes traveling up Killua's legs as he said, "You look amazing. Fuck, dude."

"I'm literally naked and you're calling me 'dude'?" Killua scoffed, heat swelling in his cheeks.

Gon kissed his knee, his hands gently tugging his legs apart. His knee grazed Gon's bare chest, trembling under Gon's touch as his attention went to the star of the show.

"I haven't actually done this before," Killua blurted out. He wanted to punch himself repeatedly in the nuts for saying it. And here he had been playing the coy but experienced imbecile.

Gon didn't hesitate. He grasped hold of Killua's crotch like he'd done at Sigma Alpha, but there was nothing between them aside from Killua's social and sexual incompetence. Killua choked on whatever he might have said next—it was probably embarrassing, knowing him—and cursed against Gon's lips.

Gon pulled away with a slow, tempting kiss. His deep, minty breath fanned across Killua's mouth as he sighed, "I'll make you feel good, I promise."

With that, he put his head between Killua's legs and went on to prove that he could, in fact, deep throat. 

a/n: Another short chapter :P