RP log: Kippei and Shinji

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Date: current, after Kippei's entry here
Rating: R
Summary: Kippei is testing a theory, Shinji is confused, and there is a discussion about porn. And naked people. Which is kind of the same thing, really.


The sun was setting, but Shinji still didn't move from his place, curled up on the window ledge, soaking up the last of the warmth from it while he played with the thoughts nearby. He had spent the morning in the quiet room with the weird doctors, running programs they said he had mastered more easily the first time around. He was too strong for them and had to go up the levels, but didn't have the control to handle the higher levels. They said it was too dangerous to continue and to go back to his room until they had reprogrammed the computers to suit him now. Shinji had been happy to go, back to his room with Kippei where he played with Kii a while before they both decided they were tired and curled up to spend the afternoon right where he was, in the warm, bright sunny spot on the windowsill.

Kippei had not yet followed through on his threat to sleep naked every night, but he was still thinking about it. He had, however, taken to not bothering to wear a shirt most days. He was not wearing one now, in fact, as he came over to stand beside Shinji at the window.

"How did training go?" he asked, a little concerned at how quiet he was.

Shinji opened his eyes and looked up at Kippei, opening his mouth to say something, but not saying anything for a moment because damn, Kippei looked...really damn good. Hellishly good. Sinfully good. He had no shirt on! Were you allowed to walk around with no shirt on? Was that normal?

"It was...hard. They sent me home because the machines were wrong for me. They said they would fix it and try again tomorrow..." Kippei had cute little nipples, that stuck out just enough that they kept catching Shinji's attention. Tinged a little more brown than pink...why the hell was he paying so much attention to Kippei's chest?

Kippei frowned, not liking the news, and reluctantly put it aside as something he couldn't do anything about. He was more pleased by the way Shinji's eyes lingered on his bare chest, satisfied that no, Shinji wasn't blind, and he was paying attention. Good.

"You have a headache?" he asked, reaching out to slide his fingers into Shinji's hair and rub gently at his head.

"Ah...no," Shinji sighed happily, eyes sliding closed to fine slits, unable to stop looking at Kippei completely. His head wasn't sore, having rested all afternoon, but Kippei's fingers were making other things ache. God, what was wrong with him? Every time he got close to Kippei these days he felt like he was posessed by an evil demon or something determined to do wicked things to Kippei.

Kippei was feeling slightly smug, pleased with the expression on Shinji's face and the fact that he was still looking. He kept rubbing, working his fingers through Shinji's hair and stroking the scalp, scratching lightly with his short, blunt nails. It was not at all innocent, the motions caressing and sensual, intentionally (or so he hoped) arousing, although he maintained a casual expression, only a dark glint of heat in his eyes betraying his own feelings.

If Kippei kept doing that, Shinji wouldnt be hard for long, he would have sticky pants and that would be embarassing. Still, he leant forward, into the touch, closer to Kippei's chest, mouth so damn close to skin and it was so damn tempting to touch and taste and...not allowed. No way.

"You smell good." Damnit, stop thinking about Kippei, stupid brain!

Kippei hummed an agreement, thinking the same of Shinji's hair and Shinji in general. But he knew as well as Shinji did what kind of result he'd get if he kept this up, so after a minute he let his hand slip free, brushing Shinji's cheek as he turned to look out the window.

"Getting late," he observed. "You tired?"

"Only a little," Shinji mumbled, reaching out to rub Kii's belly as the little cat kicked it's legs in it's semi-doze, waking up at the sound of their conversation. He kept getting distracted, Kii's thoughts thinking along the lines of licking his fingers, getting muddled with his own thoughts and somehow emerging as he should like Kippei's nipples...It was going to be a long night.

"Mmmm," Kippei answered, and opted for taking a seat by the window, facing Shinji. He sprawled out, leaning back and tucking his hands behind his head, well aware that Shinji was still watching him. He'd be watching Shinji too, but his control was slippery at best right now and he thought it was probably better if he didn't. So he stared out the window instead and watched the sky getting darker and darker in the dusk.

Gah, Kippei sitting there was not a good idea! Shinji gaped a little when Kippei just relaxed there like that. He shouldnt have been so surprised, but Kippei sat just so, and had his hands behind his head just right, so that his chest stuck out a little and hightened the shadows along the curve from rib to elbow with amazing clarity. Kippei looked like something off the front cover of a magazine and Shinji was as glued to it as any junkie.

"Aren't you supposed to wear a shirt?"

Kippei gave him a mildly curious look, as if this question had not occurred to him and did not make a particular amount of sense. As if he hadn't done it on purpose, or noticed how much Shinji was distracted by it.

"Why should I? I didn't feel like it." He shrugged, unconcernedly, inwardly grinning to himself.

Shinji latched on to this odd piece of information, using it to distract himself from complete absorption in the fine, dark strands of hair under Kippei's arm. Everything about Kippei was fascinating and he was having trouble figuring out why.

"How come people wear shirts then, if they're not supposed to? Or if they don't have to if they don't feel like it? So if I didn't want to right now I could just take my shirt off? What about pants, could I take those off? What if everyone walked around naked? Wouldnt that look sort of strange?"

Kippei shrugged. "Well, it's illegal most places to walk around naked outside of your home. You can do it inside as much as you want, but most people don't because it isn't decent, or something. Guys can get away without wearing shirts anytime they feel like it, unless they're going someplace that requires more than casual dress, but girls always have to wear shirts. I wouldn't really care if they did or not; I don't find breasts to be that interesting, but I suppose it would be a problem for the straight guys." Of course, shirtless guys were just as much of a problem for gay guys as shirtless girls would be for the straight ones, but hey, it was like free porn or something. There were advantages to living in a society where it was considered normal to be straight and only interested in girls.

Free...porn? Shinji blinked, not really getting it at all. Girls couldn't wear no shirts but boys could but it was only bad for boys who weren't bent? What?

"...what's porn?" That seemed the more interesting question at the moment.

"...Naked people?" Kippei grinned at him. "Depends on the type. Soft porn is just... sexy pictures, people that aren't completely naked but pretty damn close, and it's designed to make you hot. Then you have naked pictures, or movies, most of the time of people having sex. Basically, porn is for people who aren't getting laid themselves. Or people who like to watch." He shrugged. "I don't go for it much, myself--I'd rather be doing than watching, and I don't care to see naked people that aren't you. But a lot of people enjoy it."

Naked people. Naked people having sex, and Kippei wanted to be looking at him naked and having sex with him. Kippei wanted...to be porn with him? Shinji felt the heat rising in his face and covered his crotch with his hands in an attempt to hide the growing bulge there. Damnit, why was Kippei so...so...so like Kippei!

"There's different types?"

"Eh, more like different degrees," Kippei told him, pretending not to notice the effect the conversation was having on Shinji. He was blushing, dammit. Oh hell, that should not be cute and sexy at the same time.

"People who think porn is wrong and dirty and disgusting would probably say that some of it is 'worse', meaning... more graphic. Also, you can get magazines of it or read stories about it or watch movies, like I said. So there's different forms of it, I guess. Basically it's watching things that turn you on--other people, sexy people, stripping or having sex or other things like that."

Different degrees of porn? Shinji's head was starting to spin and he felt hot but not in the headache sort of way. This was the other sort of hot and bothered.

"People think it's wrong? It's wrong to be turned on? Aren't you supposed to like stripping or having sex?"

"I dunno," Kippei told him. "Everybody likes it, but some people, like religious people think that it's wrong to be enjoying it in public or to be looking at people you don't know in intimate situations. They might have a point, but for the most part, people don't think that. It's not wrong to be turned on by it or to like stripping or having sex or... anything like that. Myself, I just don't find it interesting unless it's you. And I sure as hell don't want anyone else looking at you or watching you but me."

Okay, reminder to self, no stripping in front of anyone other than Kippei. Right. Because Shinji had been planning that one. Smiling a little, not sure if he was allowed to or not, but figuring the current conversation meant he probably was allowed, he reached out and ran his fingers across one of those pert little nipples, caressing it softly with his fingertips.

"I like you without a shirt on."

Kippei shivered, his breath catching at the light brush of Shinji's fingers over sensitive skin. Jesus.

"I should hope so," he said without thinking, his brain being currently derailed by watching Shinji's expression as he did it. Oh, shit. He probably shouldn't have said that. Too late now. "For the record, I like you without a shirt on, either." Or pants, or anything at all for that matter.

Shinji blushed at that, looking up at Kippei through thick, black lashes, fascinated and curious as all hell about every little thing. Had he stripped and had sex with Kippei before? Obviously. But that didn't mean he could do that now. It sounded embarassing. Hellishly so.

"Why?" He still had the irrational urge to lick Kippei's nipple.

Kippei went still, hardly breathing as he stared, transfixed, at the blush on Shinji's face and the glint of his eyes looking up through his lashes. The question nearly made him groan. Why? Why the hell not?

"You're sexy as hell," he said finally, his voice rough and low and smoky, and god he needed to breathe. "I like looking at you."

He was? More like Kippei was. From everything Shinji had learnt about sexy, it seemed to be Kippei's first, middle and last name. His fingers kept stroking the nipple, entranced by the way it changed under his touch, glancing down at it as he moved, crawling over to sit in Kippei's lap, between long sprawled legs and closer...so much damn closer to all that sexy skin.

"I like looking at you."

Kippei bit his lip when Shinji crawled closer, and finally reached up to capture his hand and stop that fucking teasing. "I know you do," he answered, taking a shaky breath and wondering once again if Shinji was just going to kill him yet. Of course Shinji liked looking at him, that had kind of been the point.

Shinji thought about that. Kippei knew he liked looking at him, but Shinji hadn't really known Kippei liked looking at him. That wasn't really fair. Kippei always knew things about him that Shinji didn't know.

"Why do you like looking at me?" Shinji much preferred looking at Kippei, especially with no shirt on. He wondered what it would be like to look at Kippei with no clothes on. He had seen it, but not had the chance to just sit and look and...touch...He wriggled his fingers a little, wanting to touch, and then figured to hell with it and gave in to Kii's suggestion, leaning in to lick Kippei's nipple, amused by the feel of it all.

"Aww, Shinji!" Kippei's head snapped back hard enough to crack against the window frame, but he barely noticed it, too busy hanging onto Shinji's hand and what was left of his self control and remembering once again that Shinji was evil. He braced his other hand on Shinji's shoulder, holding him off in case he decided to try that again.

"Don't start something you don't plan to finish," he warned Shinji breathlessly. His eyes were wide and dark, fixed on Shinji with a kind of hungry desperation and he maybe he should just give up and let Shinji do whatever the hell he wanted and take the consequences whether he was ready for them or not. But that wouldn't quite be fair.

Shinji frowned, his hand hurting where Kippei was holding it too tight, and not liking being held at arm's length at all. He didn't understand at all. Maybe Kippei didn't like him touching him? But that didn't seem right at all. Just not now? What was he supposed to do to finish it? What was 'it' anyway?

"I didn't start anything!"

Kippei laughed at him, putting his head back and shaking it wordlessly, because he didn't even know where to start with that. He winced a little as the sore spot on the back of his head protested, and reached up to rub it ruefully.

"You sure as hell did," he informed Shinji, although maybe that wasn't quite true, since he was the one walking around without a shirt on. But he'd never expected Shinji to actually do something about it other than look. "You keep on doing stuff like that and you'll find out what you started." He shifted a little, adjusting pants that were suddenly way too tight and sighing in resignation. No, Shinji probably wouldn't find out, because Kippei would probably go lock himself in the bathroom or something, but jesus.

Doing stuff like what? Shinji frowned, not getting it at all really. Things like touching Kippei? Things like looking at Kippei? And what the hell would he find out? He sighed heavily and slumped back into his dozing position, turning his attention to Kii, wrapping the long blue fur around his fingers and scratching behind his ears, loving the way he purred like a little motor. Kii liked it when Shinji touched him.

"You're confusing."

"Yeah, probably," Kippei muttered, not feeling inclined to explain himself. Shinji was apparently okay with touching and exploring, but Kippei doubted he was ready for it to go much beyond that point, and he doubted that he was strong enough to let Shinji just do whatever the hell he wanted without reacting.

"You could tie me up, I suppose," added, mostly to himself. Now that would make him insane. Tied up and letting Shinji drive him crazy without being able to touch him back? Holy shit, no.

Shinji blinked, now completely, thoroughly confused.

"You want me to tie you up? Why? And where? On the bed?" He didn't see many other places he could do it. "Were you bad? Why would I tie you up if you weren't bad?" He frowned and looked at Kii but the little cat had no advice. Had no idea what Kippei was on about.

"How hard did you hit your head?"

"I didn't hit it that hard," Kippei told him impatiently, dismissing the concern with a wave of his hand. "And I didn't say I want you to tie me up. I'd rather you didn't, really, but if you want to keep on with that damn teasing, touching, licking, stuff, then you're totally going to get jumped. Tying me up is not the best solution, but it would probably work." He shrugged, as if it didn't matter much to him one way or the other.

"Most likely cause an earthquake, but at least you wouldn't have to worry about disgusting things like getting naked and messy and having sex." Okay, so that was still a bit of a sore point. He knew Shinji was just reacting the way any child would before they got old enough to understand, and it was a little amusing, but seriously, being told that something he enjoyed a hell of a lot was gross and disgusting still kind of stung.

Cause an earthquake? Shinji gaped. He wasn't going to tie Kippei up and cause an earthquake just so he could touch him. Why? Just so that he didn't have to get messy or naked or have sex? Okay, so that was a little tempting, but seriously, he wasn't going to explain to Sakaki that he made Kippei cause an earthquake because he wanted to lick Kippei's chest some more. That was more embarassing that getting sticky or naked or sex.

"I hurt your feelings?" He hadn't known that and felt immediately bad.

Kippei sighed and rubbed his eyes, not really liking the way this conversation was going. He'd forgotten how damn perceptive Shinji could be, even when he wasn't using his mojo. It was embarrassing to have to admit to having his feelings hurt like he was a twelve year old girl or something.

"It's fine, you didn't mean anything. I'm not upset." Yeah, that was why it was still bothering him weeks later. He forced a smile, aiming for reassuring and not sure that he managed it.

"Yes you are." Shinji frowned, wondering how to apologise, without touching, licking, or being overly close to Kippei in doing so since apparently that was a no no. No answer to the problem was immediately forthcoming. He grabbed Kii and held him out, face to face with Kippei and demanded the cat say sorry for him. Kii was a little offended by the demand, but obediantly licked Kippei's nose.

"I'm sorry."

Kippei laughed a little, petting the cat somewhat absently and looking past it at Shinji with a wry smile. "It's nice that you're sorry, Shin, but you don't even know what you did, so I'm not really seeing what the point of you apologizing is. It's not your fault if I want things that you don't. And it's not your fault you don't know what signals you're sending, either." Also not his fault if he wasn't 'growing up' faster--he'd already gotten so much back sooner than Kippei had ever had a right to hope for, and having to wait longer for just this one thing shouldn't be that big of a deal, right?

Maybe it wasn't his fault, but Shinji sure felt like it was. He glumly let his hands fall, dropping Kii into his lap and then getting off the windowsill, going over to his bed instead and lying down on it, curling up around a pillow with his back to Kippei. If he had known kids sulked, he would have known he was sulking, but he didn't know that. He had tried apologising to Kippei and all he did was say he didn't need to, but that wasn't the point! He had wanted to, and Kippei hadn't wanted him to and that hurt.

Kippei winced, feeling that he'd screwed up, but not sure exactly how. He went over to stand by Shinji's bed, feeling helpless, reaching tentatively to stroke his hair.

"It's okay," he insisted, although he didn't know if Shinji thought he was still upset or if something else was bothering him. Maybe it was something he'd done. "I'm sorry." Hell, he didn't know what he was apologizing for, other than the fact that Shinji was upset about something.

"Get some sleep," he murmured, stroking Shinji's hair and giving up for the moment, because it wasn't like he had any way of knowing what was going on inside of Shinji's head. He debated about following through on his plan to sleep naked, and decided at this point it couldn't hurt anything, so he went over and started undressing for sleep, taking off his clothes and putting them away.

Get some sleep. He was being told to go to bed, like he was some kid who broke the rules and would feel better about being chastised in the morning. Shinji gripped his pillow like it was trying to run away and stubbornly stared at the wall until he heard the rustle of clothes. Curious, he glanced over at Kippei, thinking to just sneak a peek. Skin. A lot of skin. He blinked and looked back, staring outright this time because oh god, Kippei was taking his clothes off, putting them away and there was all that skin and Shinji's fingers itched to touch it.

Kippei stretched a little, feeling oddly relieved to be sleeping without clothing again, and headed over toward the bed, carefully not looking at Shinji. After all, it wouldn't do much good if he looked like he was counting on Shinji watching him.

The way Kippei moved, as casual as if he were fully clothed and wandering down the street, muscles moving perfectly under skin, tight and perfect and beautiful and he couldn't stop watching. He was sitting up before he thought about it, staring and not able to stop. So incredible...why did Kippei like him at all? It made no sense to Shinji at all. Someone so incredible should not be interested in Ibu Shinji.

Kippei refrained from doing anything obvious like pumping his fist or grinning fit to break his face when he felt Shinji's eyes on him, heard him sit up. But inside he was delighted, exhilarated that Shinji was pulled out of his sulk long enough to watch him get into bed. He moved casually, wandering over to his bed as if it were perfectly normal and climbing in, hitting the lights on the way. Time for sleep. Yeah, right.

Shinji just sat there in the dark, eyes slowly adjusting as he stared, for once grateful for the moonlight colouring the room a little, highlighting the skin laid out on Kippei's bed. His eyes traced the lines of wrist to shoulder, down the torso, down thigh to knee to ankle...Kippei's groin was particularly fascinating. Not that he was looking.

Kippei didn't bother covering up with a sheet or a blanket, since again, that would defeat the whole purpose. Instead, he merely stretched out and draped himself over the covers, not artfully because he didn't know how, but as obviously as he could without giving himself away. And since he was still half hard from Shinji's teasing, he reached down to deal with that, as well.

Oh god, he wasn't...he was! Kippei was spread out on the bed like something Michaelangelo sculpted and was going to wank himself off, right there in front of Shinji. Worse, Shinji could feel the pleasure in Kippei's train of thought; the enjoyment he was getting out of it and could imagine his own fingers wrapped around Kippei's cock like that and how it would feel. He wanted, badly, to know how that would feel.

Fuck!

Kippei was thinking about Shinji, of course, since Shinji was the source of his problems. He didn't know if Shinji was listening to his thoughts or not, didn't really consider it--Shinji often didn't anymore, but if he was, so much the better. He was busy making up his own ending for their little interlude by the window, one in which he was free to touch back, to carry Shinji off to bed, his bed, and have hot, desperate sex that he'd been waiting and waiting for all this time. It didn't take him long, and he forgot himself to the point that he was making soft noises, grunting and moaning as his hand moved faster and faster, and a quiet, fervent whisper of Shinji's name as he finally came in his own hand.

Shinji sat on the bed, completely entranced, watching in stunned...something, as Kippei pulled himself to climax, saying Shinji's name as he came and those little grunts and moans and god, there was nothing that had ever made Shinji feel quite like that. He wasn't sure what to say or do or think or...anything.

Kippei closed his eyes, gradually slowing his breathing as he lay quietly on his bed, relaxed and somewhat relieved now, the tension drained out of him for the moment and maybe he could even sleep. He didn't know if Shinji was still watching anymore, didn't open his eyes to find out, just stretched out a lazy hand to clean himself up with a corner of the sheet, and sighed a little in relative content as he dropped it again and settled in to try to sleep.

How the hell did Kippei just clean himself off with the sheet and then go to sleep? That should not be possible! For one, the sheet was dirty! Shinji stared, unable to stop and pretty damn sure he wasn't going to get any sleep tonight. He just there, staring, at Kippei's limp cock resting against a solid thigh and the low curves of his abs and the way his chest moved up and down as he breathed, all of it remarkable to Shinji. Definately no sleep tonight.