Tease

{ Keep Your Eyes On Me }

chapter summary: A Wild Killua enters a cryptid's (Gon's) apartment for the first time. What could go wrong?

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Immediately after Greek History class that Friday, Gon walked Killua to the parking garage where Killua let himself be, once again, overwhelmed by how amazing Gon's Honda Shadow was. It was everything out of his wet dreams about Gon fucking him over the leather seat. Even though the temperature said it was freezing outside, Killua was hot and fanning himself at the sight of it.

This time around, Killua didn't hesitate. He mounted the bike behind Gon and put his arms around Gon's narrow torso. The guy was all lean, taunt muscle and Killua wanted to feel every bit of it flush against his front. His breath came out in clouds of cool, crystalized air as Gon put the stand up and rolled out of the parking spot and cruised around the corner to the exit.

Killua was positively overwhelmed in the best way possible. It was happening. He'd get to see the bedroom in which all of Gon's videos took place. He had never seriously been to the guy's apartment before. The closest he ever got was when Kurapika accompanied him several weeks ago—long before Killua ever discovered Gon's occupation. Kurapika had snuck them into the building and knocked on Gon's door. They had received a panicked, "Just a minute!" which turned into six entire minutes before Gon opened his apartment door for them. Clearly, now Killua knew why—on the videos, Gon had a clothing rack in the back of the room filled with lingerie on top of a plethora of toys that were sent to him by companies on display. His several HUNter plaques were, of course, taken down from the walls during those brief two minutes Killua spent in the foyer waiting for Kurapika to whip Gon into shape and get him out of the door.

So yeah, Killua was really only acquainted with the foyer, but damn, was it nice. The building as a legitimate security system and a front desk that knew Kurapika's face. Killua never would have made it past the front desk on his own.

Gon's apartment complex wasn't brand new, by any means, but it was far newer than Killua's building from the 1920s. The parking garage below the front lobby housed a fenced-in bike rack and a spot for mopeds and motorcycles near the elevator. Gon swiped his keycard—an actual card—and the elevator doors opened.

"When did you move here?" Killua asked, studying the metallic shine in the elevator as they stood side-by-side, pretending they weren't two seconds away from popping boners.

The elevator was deadly quiet.

Gon hummed thoughtfully and said, "About a year and a half ago? I... actually got evicted from my old apartment, and I crashed at Kurapika's place for a little while while I saved up. I had two videos up at the time and those pretty much funded the deposit."

"Wow," Killua whispered, afraid to speak any louder on the matter.

The elevator chimed and the door slid open. Gon stepped out, held the door, and gestured for Killua to follow down the carpeted corridor. It felt like a dingy hotel to Killua, and he blamed it on the weird, beige wallpaper. He clasped his hands to the straps of his backpack where he had just about everything: Spare clothes, toothbrush, soap, shampoo, condoms and lube (both of which he was sure Gon had, if that unboxing was anything to go by), and a pen to sign his name on the dotted line.

Gon stopped in front of a familiar door where Killua and Kurapika had once spent six minutes waiting for Gon to sweep his sex toys under the rug, unbeknownst to Killua at the time. He scanned his card and the lock blinked green. When he pushed it open, Killua's heart nearly rammed straight through his chest. He felt it pumping in his ears, flushing his cheeks pink, as he stepped over the threshold after Gon and listened as Gon shut the door, turned the locks, and bolted it shut.