#tecchous gay awakening

[snknmda]

Can you write a Suegiku fic about Jouno taking forever to get ready for his first mission as a hunting dog (bc he’s struggling to get dressed on his own cause of his eyesight and his old organization members aren’t there to help him like they used to) and Tecchou offers to help. Also- your fics are sooo good, ur super talented!!! <33

asjasjsj thank you so much!! im happy u enjoy my works ;w;

also this idea was so much fun to write thank u for submitting! c:

wc: 2k

general tags: tecchou having a gay crisis with implied nsfw at the end

Jouno hates polyester, he's decided.

It's coarse, it makes him itch, and it's hot. He doesn't understand why the military is set on making its soldiers suffocate to death with the hell that is their issued uniforms; and why are there so many buttons?

His previous vocation didn't require him to abide by a certain dress code, he could wear whatever he wanted without the amount of hassle he's facing right now.

His lithe fingers fidget with the stiff lapels of his shirt, fingertips tracing over the slits he's supposed to slip the buttons through for the umpteenth time, yet every time he tries, he always misses the mark and gets closer and closer to ripping the shirt.

Didn't they have velcro or something?

This is a pointless endeavour, but it isn't like he has the authority or convenience to just have someone button his shirt up for him anymore (he supposes he does miss the perks that came with being an esteemed criminal), alas, he has to do it himself.

Putting his boots, pants and belt on was no issue, but for some god forsaken reason, his shirt decided to test the fragile lines of his patience today and boy was he feeling it.

He was so busy trying to get the buttons to fit in their accurate slits that he forgot he had someone waiting for him just outside.

Tecchou is a patient man. He doesn't mind waiting for his ill-tempered partner for an extra five or ten minutes—

Except, it's been twenty, and Tecchou is beginning to wonder if the man is ever going to come out or not.

He throws his head back against the concrete wall with a dull thud, turning his head to peek at the door through his lashes behind which Jouno is doing god knows what.

For someone who reprimands even their commander for being tardy, he sure is taking his sweet time. Hell, Tecchou thinks he might as well take a nap right here with how his heavy eyelids threaten to slip shut from his lack of sleep.

He decides that he is going to wait another five minutes, and if Jouno doesn't show any signs of emerging by that time, then he will intervene.

Five minutes pass.

With a sigh, Tecchou pushes himself off the wall and lets his arms fall to his sides from where they were loosely crossed over his chest. With his height, it takes him three steps to reach Jouno's door.

He knocks twice with the crook of his index and middle finger, placing the other hand on his hip where his sword is attached. "Jouno?"

He hears shuffling and muffled speech on the other side like his intervention surprised the person on the other side.

"What?" Jouno answers in a bark.

"We're getting late."

"..." He gets no response and his eyebrows furrow. He assumes Jouno didn't hear him and goes to repeat his reminder.

"I said we're getting—"

"I heard you." Jouno interjects matter-of-factly, of course he did.

Tecchou blinks and scratches the back of his head in confusion, wondering if he has done something to warrant Jouno's attitude first thing today. He decides he hasn't and shifts his weight, hearing a hiss on the other side.

"Are you okay?" Tecchou isn't sure if that's the right question to ask, but it's all he can say when he doesn't know what the man's been doing in there for the past half an hour.

"I'm fine, it's just…" Jouno trails off, voice quietening at the end in hesitation. Tecchou waits in silence for him to continue, "can you come in here for a second?"

This surprises Tecchou, for he pulls his head back and looks left and right to see if there's anyone near him who he may have missed that Jouno may be referring to because Jouno asking Tecchou for his help? As rare as a blue moon.

"Are you sure?" Tecchou asks just in case he's hearing things, making Jouno tut in annoyance from the other side.

"Don't make me ask you twice."

Well then.

Tecchou grabs the handle and slowly pushes the door open, craning his neck to get a look at what exactly Jouno needs help with, and well…

He catches the sight of his side profile from where he's standing next to the coffee table that has his gloves, belt, cape and military issue sword on it placed neatly next to each other. His hair falls gracefully over his face in silky white wisps, veiling the embarrassed frown on his face as he finally drops his hands in defeat upon the arrival of help.

Tecchou steps inside and shuts the door behind him with a soft click, gaze flickering down to Jouno's tense figure and comes to see the problem at hand.

Jouno can't seem to button down his shirt.

Jouno expected Tecchou to laugh at first, but he doubted his own assumption later. Tecchou has never expressed amusement past airy huffs in half-assed chuckles and smug lopsided smirks. Even so, the presumed potential minimalistic reaction would surmount Jouno's back pedalling so he's an annoyed, anxious mess all over again.

Tecchou offers no reaction unless Jouno's sharp ears are mistaken.

There's no notable change in the way his heart beats its usual monotonous rhythm, except for the skip in it when he walked in. After that it's just been normal, and it helps Jouno relax to a certain degree.

"Do you need help with something?" Tecchou's sonorous voice pleasantly fills the plain walls of Jouno's on-base suite.

"I'm beginning to think that the tailor forgot to add the holes for the buttons," is all Jouno bothers explaining. He doesn't feel like talking especially if his face is burning from both the heat and frustration of failing to button a simple shirt.

Tecchou steps forward till he's standing an arm's distance away from Jouno, turning his head to take a peek at his ordeal.

The fabric around the buttons is wrinkled, seemingly from Jouno's ceaseless attempts in trying to push them through the wrong slits. Still (and naturally so), Tecchou's impassive gaze shifts to Jouno's abdomen.

It's a pale expanse of smooth skin all the way from his chest till his navel with faded scars here and there. Tecchou sucks in a deep breath to steady the beating of his heart when he notices the happy trail going down his toned stomach till under the waistband of his pants.

There's no escaping the ogling even if he wants to stop, because it's creepy and feeling his skin heat up at the mere sight of Jouno's refined torso is wrong. Though, he can't help but compare; Jouno's not unfit by any means, but he also isn't as jacked as Tecchou— which isn't a bad thing! After all, he isn't a fitness enthusiast like Tecchou is and is rightfully built for what he deems best. And well, it looks good, great even. It gives him the grace he carries around that Tecchou can't physically muster.

"Tecchou-san." Tecchou snaps out of his daze and blinks rapidly, tearing his eyes off of his godly visage to meet his closed eyes in a deadly glare.

"Right, uh—" He swallows thickly and clears his throat in a measly cough, finally scanning the buttons that have been Jouno's sworn enemy all morning. "Well, for starters, you're buttoning it wrong."

"You don't say." Jouno retorts sarcastically under his breath, turning a little to give Tecchou access and the go.

With a deep exhale through his nose, Tecchou reaches up with steady hands and hooks his fingertips over Jouno's collar, gliding the pad of his thumb over the fabric to straighten the clasp and ignoring how his fingertips brush against the skin under his throat.

"Look up." He instructs simply, making Jouno tilt his chin up in silent compliance. At this angle, the pale light from his ceiling casts delicate shadows over Jouno's face, highlighting the sharp curves of his brow bones and cheeks. Tecchou refrains from staring at how his light lashes glow golden under the dim light and how prettily they sit over his blushing cheeks as he hooks the clasp in one quick motion.

Then his hands fiddle with the first button and align it with the slit. In Jouno's defense, the slits aren't cut all the way and Tecchou has to jab his thumb through them to pry them open as he proceeds down his front.

The hardest part of this task was not staring and getting caught for it, though he suspects Jouno knows already.

By the time the last button is binded, Tecchou grabs his belt off the table and hooks the leather through the hoops around his waist, circling his arms around Jouno to do that as he accommodates by lifting his arms.

Tecchou is trying his best to keep as much distance between them in fear of getting smacked across the face for being invasive, but it seems like Jouno doesn't mind so far for the lack of insults and degrading.

He then wordlessly reaches for the sword and hooks it around the hoop in his shirt at his hip, letting it dangle against his thigh as he then proceeds to reach for the cape.

Though socially challenged, Tecchou isn't awkward. At least, not according to himself.

Yet when he has to hook his arms around Jouno's neck to slide the cape over his broad shoulders, the lack of distance between their faces makes Tecchou's heart skip a nervous beat.

He looks even more beautiful up this close and ironically gentle. He doesn't look pissed, which is surprising, since he never misses the chance to let Tecchou know that the overbearing sounds of his very existence suffocate him. Right now, though, Jouno's smiling.

Tecchou barely contains his surprise at the expression and finishes hooking the chain from his shirt to the cape's collar.

"There." Tecchou says quietly, stepping back to take in his handiwork.

"I guess you aren't so useless after all." Jouno muses and Tecchou supposes it's as close to a thank you he'll ever get so he takes it.

He doesn't say anything in turn, offering a tight smile in response.

Jouno grabs the gloves off the counter and effortlessly slips them on, flexing his fingers so the material fits the crevices.

"So, to express my gratitude for your samaritanism, I'll let you in on a little secret." Jouno says with pure sarcasm dripping from his voice, sounding amused as his smile stretches into one that forebodes mischief.

"What secret?"

Jouno huffs a laugh, stepping closer to Tecchou to eliminate the distance the taller man was attempting to make.

"I only asked for your help with my shirt."

Tecchou's heart damn near jumps out his ass. Jouno never asked in the first place, but let's ignore that.

"You didn't stop me." Tecchou retorts, unmoving from his spot as he stares down at Jouno with barely any change in his expression, even if he feels his chest tighten at him overstepping.

"Hm, I didn't. I assumed you were enjoying yourself, so I let you have at it."

For once, Tecchou frowns.

"Pervert."

This makes Jouno's smirk falter. "I'm a pervert? You were clearly the one who—"

"You didn't stop me." Tecchou reiterates with light emphasis on the first word, smirking smugly at how Jouno's entire expression falls and morphs into disgust and annoyance at how the odds shifted in Tecchou's favour.

"Then I guess we're both equally as complicit." Jouno bites his tongue and doesn't give Tecchou the time to realise that he indirectly admits to willingly letting Tecchou dress him up, brushing past him and swinging the door to his suite open. "Now, please get out of my dorm."

Tecchou exhales sharply through his nostrils in a chuckle, not bothering adding to their conversation when he's clearly won (and because they're both already almost an hour late for their mission and Teruko-san will have their heads on a pike for the delay).

It may be a twisted or corrupted thought to have, but Tecchou secretly hopes that this happen again sometime,

And maybe next time he'll have a better chance to admire what lies beneath the damned polyester.