June 10, 2025 • 57 mins
Hey Hey Hey! you might be like, uhm, but TBKG, we have this already- Yes, but you got it wayyyyyyy back when I was recording 3 phones ago on a time limit when I couldn't post over half an hour on here at once, meaning that one chapter fic had to be split into two recordings ie. two podfic episodes instead of one. So, I took the two recordings, edited out the extra intro and voila, we have a clean lil oneshot so you can listen to this story in one go. This wasn't planned to be done and released this month, but I was editing something else for my Patreon Shop Page and noticed it in my files. It is technically rated M but nothing really happens, I used to be overly cautious but don't feel confident in updating the rating to T. The format of how I do this show has really evolved over time! wow! Enjoy xx
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Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x Bakugou Katsuki, Fandom: MHA, Rating M Summary: "“Welcome to Caramel Radio, what’s your damage, caller?” Kiri’s throat felt dry as he heard his own, slightly hoarse voice crackle on the radio back at him, “uh Hi, I’m a big fan. Since you started the show. I need some advice.”
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Bakugou works for Present Mics radio station and is the smooth voice of the late night love hotline Caramel Radio and Kiri is a longtime listener and first time caller calling for advice.
Except Kiri has no idea it’s Bakugou he’s calling and Bakugou doesn’t know it’s Kiri he’s giving advice to. Kiri and Bakugou are roommates with Sero and Denki. None of them know what Bakugou does for a living.
There is a betting pool."
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Read this fic on AO3 here!
Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x Bakugou Katsuki, Fandom: MHA, Rating M Summary: "“Welcome to Caramel Radio, what’s your damage, caller?” Kiri’s throat felt dry as he heard his own, slightly hoarse voice crackle on the radio back at him, “uh Hi, I’m a big fan. Since you started the show. I need some advice.”
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Bakugou works for Present Mics radio station and is the smooth voice of the late night love hotline Caramel Radio and Kiri is a longtime listener and first time caller calling for advice.
Except Kiri has no idea it’s Bakugou he’s calling and Bakugou doesn’t know it’s Kiri he’s giving advice to. Kiri and Bakugou are roommates with Sero and Denki. None of them know what Bakugou does for a living.
There is a betting pool."
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Episode Transcript
Available transcripts are automatically generated. Complete accuracy is not guaranteed.
Speaker 1 (00:01):
Give you my dawned surprise. I think he's a hit man.
I'm gone it, Danky, shut up, he'll hear you. The lanky,
dark haired man standing beside him warned in a low voice,
as they watched the pale blonde in question silently disappear
into his room, door slamming behind him. So maybe then
he'll finally tell us what he does, a more vibrant blonde,
(00:23):
Danky reported with a smirk, hopping up to sit on
the kitchen counter instead of leaning over it to watch
the subject of their observations as his door closed. That's
none of our business. The muscular redhead towering over both
of them his shaking his head. It's fucking eight am
and he just got home. I'm curious, Danky wine and
(00:43):
Kishima frowned. Dude, I only got home like an hour ago.
I'm not a hit man either. Kirushima crossed his arms
as his energetic friend conceded, at least for the time being,
and mostly because he and Sida had to go start
their days. The three men had been rooming together since
their early college days. Therefore had once been their friend Zuku,
but when he'd moved in with his boyfriend, he'd suggested
(01:04):
an old friend he'd grown up with as a replacement.
Bakogo Kotski apparently had gone into a fight with his
old roomate and was looking for a new place to
stay anyway. So Oncepokoko had come to inspect that the
apartment was clean enough, it was. Kyria was quite the
stickler for cleanliness, and Sidow and Dinky had long since adapted.
Speaker 2 (01:22):
He'd accepted and moved in immediately.
Speaker 1 (01:26):
That had been all of two months ago, and Kiirshima
swore Bokako had spoken maybe six words total in his gruff,
raspy voice and in Kyrie's opinion, an unfairly sexy voice,
and three of those words had been fuck. His schedule
coincided with Kyrshima's, that was all. It wasn't like Kyoshima
was obsessing over him.
Speaker 2 (01:47):
Sido worked as an office temp nine to five.
Speaker 1 (01:49):
Danky was a mechanic who was supposed to work eight
to aid, but always went in late and left early
more often than not with his supervisaction, so who he
definitely got more nancy from than he should. Whatever Bakka
Go did for a living, it kept him out all night,
usually until seven or eight. In the morning, and he'd
get up around twelve pm, eat, go about his day,
(02:10):
work out shower had to work at seven thirty pm
on the actual dot every day. Okay, maybe Karashima remembered
some of those details easier than he should, but it
wasn't his fault. He worked eight to seven most nights
too as a security card, and he liked to work out,
so he and Bakago used the apartment complexes gym at
the same time more often than not.
Speaker 2 (02:30):
It wasn't like they.
Speaker 1 (02:31):
Ever spoke, really, and unless you count that one fuck
off as speaking when Kyri had asked if Bakkago needed
his spotter. Karaoshima sometimes caught Bakka Goo in the kitchen
in those evenings when he got up and the other
roommates weren't home yet or were in their rooms. He
always ignored Karashima rather stiffly, and honestly. If Kiashima were
a more sensitive person, he'd be offended by the appointedly
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averted gaze and held breath whenever he came close grabbing
his protein shakes from the fridge, but it didn't deter
him from wanting to cat with the blonde, especially with
all the little moments he noticed where the blonde was
just so interesting.
Speaker 2 (03:07):
He was so gruff, but he did kind things around
the apartment.
Speaker 1 (03:11):
He tidied areas that weren't his responsibility, that we He
got extra snacks everyone liked without saying anything. He didn't
tell Danky and said or to shut up if they
were loud on a Saturday morning, when even Kirie's patience
was tested, But if you tried to talk to him,
the hackles raised fascinating. It wasn't a crush. At least,
(03:31):
it wasn't a big crush. It was a disproportionately big
crush actually, for the fact that he barely knew the guy,
and as well intentioned as his friends may be, Carrie
knew this was a job for professionals. As the redhead
looked at Bacca Goo's closed door one more time before
going to his own room to pass out, he decided today.
Speaker 2 (03:53):
Was the day.
Speaker 1 (03:56):
Work was slow. As always, working security night shifts wasn't
exactly a thrilling job, thank god, and it wasn't for
some insanely secret organization, just a local art gallery. It
meant that Kiroshima's job actually boiled down to sitting in
the security office, occasionally looking at cameras and listening to
the radio, and it was about to hit eight thirty PM,
(04:17):
his favorite time. Hey there, listeners, it's eight thirty pm,
and you know what that means. It's time for Caramel Radio,
which means I'm all yours until the morning comes. So
let's have some fun tonight. A deep, raspy voice clawed
its way over the radio waves into Kurashima's brain into cold,
like it did every night that Kiri listened to. The
(04:37):
well balanced mix of oldies and recent love songs sprinkled
in between callers and advice. The host, Dynamite, was known
for telling it straight, pissing off his censors, and also
being surprisingly insightful and Kirie's opinion, pretty funny and more
than a little charming himself, And tonight he was gonna
call him. He had the number pre dialed on his
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cell and waited for Dynamite to announce he was opening
the hotline. Barely before he hit that little green button,
Dynamite picked up on the first ring.
Speaker 2 (05:08):
Welcome to Caramel Radio. What's your damage collar?
Speaker 1 (05:11):
Kiri's throat felt dry as he heard his own slightly
hoarse voice crackle on the radio back at him, Hi,
I'm a big fan since you started the show.
Speaker 2 (05:22):
I need some advice. Well, this is the place for that.
What's your name? Big fan?
Speaker 1 (05:28):
Dynamite's honeyed voice felt like it was actually dripping into
Kirie's ears, and he cleared his throat.
Speaker 2 (05:35):
Riot.
Speaker 1 (05:36):
You can call me Riot. I'm twenty eight. I like
this guy.
Speaker 2 (05:42):
Okay, right, Well that's the place to start.
Speaker 1 (05:43):
I'd be told him, Oh no, no, no, this guy
he's a little hard to get close to. I wanted
some advice on maybe how to do that. As he spoke,
Kiri realized how ridiculous he sounds. Sure he'd just given
his age, but he was acting like some love struck student.
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Fucking hmm, have you.
Speaker 2 (06:07):
Tried talking to this guy?
Speaker 1 (06:11):
Kind of? He's not really social. There was a brief
pause before Dynamite's deep voice rumbled out the radio, smug
grin evident in his tone.
Speaker 2 (06:24):
Well are you hot?
Speaker 1 (06:26):
Eh? What? Kuriosima's voice cracked, and Dynamite barked out a laugh.
I said, are you hot? Antisocial guy barely looks at you.
Maybe he's just not in TI.
Speaker 2 (06:39):
He looks at me.
Speaker 1 (06:41):
Carrie found himself saying which shocked him almost as much
as the fact that it was true. While Baccago avoided
all contact with the redhead, he caught the blonde glancing
at him with a thoughtful look on his face a
few times before scowling and ignoring him again. It was
the only reason Kirie hadn't totally lost hope. And I
don't know if I'm I'm uh hot, but I'm six
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eight and I work out a lot. People call me
pretty sometimes, he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
Speaker 2 (07:10):
M a himbo.
Speaker 1 (07:12):
Huh, Maybe I should snap you out myself if this
guy's too stupid. Dina my Jowlt obviously amused at the
audible tension in Kirie's voice, Kirie almost dropped his phone.
Was Dynamite flirting with him? I mean sure, he'd been
known to mess with a listener here and there, but
never so directly. I mean, at least not as far
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as he had heard, and he listened to almost every show.
I h thinks, why do you think I'm a himbo?
Because you're obviously a Beefcake's physically impossible to ignore.
Speaker 2 (07:45):
So if this guy's not paying attention.
Speaker 1 (07:47):
To you, you're probably overthinking and getting shy around him
a lot.
Speaker 2 (07:51):
What's it called gay panicking? Sound familiar?
Speaker 1 (07:57):
Shit, I'm a himbo, Dynamite laughed out loud at that,
and Carrie found himself grinning along with it easily. All right, well,
how about this? If you can't straight up tell him
I feel peacock a bit. Something tells me it's virtually
impossible to ignore you shirtless. See how he reacts and
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gage his interest from there? Easy, you think, so that's
not too I don't know, cave mnish Kirie toewed his
lip and leaned back in his chair. He could try that, though,
See if he can walk through the flat shirtless while
Bacca go cooked, or take it off when they work out.
People underestimate the caveman, right, don't underestimate the caveman, Dynamite replied,
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and it felt almost like a tease, and Carrie laughed.
Speaker 2 (08:46):
Yeah, okay, okay, I'll give it a try.
Speaker 1 (08:49):
Thanks. I have a good night, man, he thanked, earnestly,
doing his best to hold in his inner fan voice,
careaching to be let out.
Speaker 2 (08:58):
Of course, it's what I'm here for.
Speaker 1 (09:00):
It'll definitely be a good night now that I've heard
your voice ride good night himbo, he purred as the
line went dead and Kiri heard Dynamite on the radio
introduce a new song for the music break. The Redhead
put his phone down slowly, giddy happiness running through him
as he relaxed into a seat and started planning. Fifteen
(09:20):
hours later, after an otherwise uneventful shift of listening to
Dynamite give advice until more than one person to buck
up and stop being a loser, and a quick nap
at home, Kishima was ready for phase one of his plan.
There was only one phase so far, actually, and it
wasn't so much a plan as it was Kiri going
to the gym now that he knew Vakka Gull was
in there working out after he'd come home a little
(09:42):
after Kiri had, and as far as Kirie.
Speaker 2 (09:43):
Who hadn't slept at all yet. Also, Kiria was.
Speaker 1 (09:46):
Shirtless and had his absolute favorite nipple piercings in two
bars that looked like little dumb mills. Bako Goo had
never seen Kiri shirtless, so the Redhead hoped he'd be
able to at least get a tiny reaction to figure
out if there was any hope that.
Speaker 2 (09:59):
His interest might peers siprocated.
Speaker 1 (10:02):
Hey, he greeted as he walked into the gym, as
he always did, usually met with a snarl or a
shut up or a grunt. This time, Kiri was met
with dead silence. He wasn't looking at Baccago, pointedly pretending
to be engrossed and picking music on his phone, even
though he hadn't actually even paired his fucking headphones yet,
and decided, after a solid minute of silence.
Speaker 2 (10:22):
To chance a peak at the blonde.
Speaker 1 (10:24):
BaCaCO was glaring at the ceiling as he did his crunches,
and his face, his gorgeous sweaty face, was bright fucking red. Okay,
so maybe that was from the string. Okay, okay, maybe
Kirie had to step it up instead of hitting the
bench that he planned to originally. Kirie moved to be
directly in Baccago's line of sight, adjusting his sweatpants for
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a second before setting up to do squats. In the mirror,
he could see Bacca go more easily without making it obvious.
Speaker 2 (10:52):
He was checking him out, and to his dismay, the
Blonde just focused harder on his workout. Damn.
Speaker 1 (11:00):
Kiri turned his focus to his exercises, again the back
of his mind, going back and forth.
Speaker 2 (11:04):
On the only other move he had left.
Speaker 1 (11:07):
It took half an hour before he finally caved, and
as Bakako began planking behind him, Kiri made a subtle
show of being very hot and sweaty, relishing in the way.
Speaker 2 (11:16):
Bakkago's gaze flickered to him.
Speaker 1 (11:19):
And then he stepped out of his sweats, revealing the
obscenely tight and short compression shorts he was wearing underneath.
For Christ's sake, Kirie was nearly naked. For all, it
mattered if Bakako wasn't looking at him now shit. Kirie
heard the quiet swear behind him, and he saw Bakka
Goo's lips move in the mirror, bright eyes locked onto
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Kirishima while his thighs and ass to bett had already
finished squatting. Maybe pretending he couldn't hear anything outside of
his still off headphones, Kirie began stretching before his next exercise,
at first, just some light warm up stretches in between sets,
before his face heated up as he spread his legs
and bent forward, grabbing an.
Speaker 2 (12:00):
Ankle in each hand.
Speaker 1 (12:03):
Mother fuck, Bakka Goo swore, dropping his plank and aggressively
grabbing his towel and water bottle before rushing past, Kioshi
meant to the locker rooms, refusing to look at the
man who had quickly straightened cheek's blazing. Oh my god,
Kiiroshima thought, I bically shook my ass in his face
and he ran away.
Speaker 2 (12:20):
What the fuck does that mean?
Speaker 1 (12:22):
Did he like what he'd seen or did he think
Kiri was an obnoxious jimbro who needed to be half
naked in public? O mental fuck?
Speaker 2 (12:28):
He needed more data.
Speaker 1 (12:29):
Dignity?
Speaker 2 (12:30):
What dignity.
Speaker 1 (12:32):
After his shower, he wrapped a short towel around his
waist and walked into the kitchen to get his protein shake,
running into no other than Bakka Goo, who was in
the process of assembling a salad and promptly froze at
the sight of him. Jesus Christ put some fucking clothes on.
Bakka Goo rolled his eyes and fuck his voice was delicious,
even when he was chewing kyrie out. I eat here, huh,
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I just showered. I'm all clean, man, I just need
He glanced at the protein powder on the shelf band Bakago,
and as he made to reach across the blonde for it.
The shorter man turned also at the same moment, trying
to grab it first, but instead bumping into Kiushima and
knocking his towel loose. Several things happened at once. First,
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Bakkako had successfully turned Jean's pulling Kyrie's towel with him. Second,
Kirie had fumbled to catch his towel and fallen forward,
catching himself on either side of Baka Go with his
hands on the counter, towel barely staying up pressed against
Baka Goo's lower back. Third, the blonde turned bright red
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and froze, stalk still biting his lip, all of which
Kirie witnessed since Kyrie's chin was hovering over his shoulder.
And finally, Dnkey walked in the front door, getting an
eye full of Kyri's bare ass.
Speaker 2 (13:48):
Pinning a fully hidden Baka Go to the counter.
Speaker 1 (13:51):
Holy shit, Carrie, we eat here.
Speaker 3 (13:53):
Man my eyes, God, go to your rooms or something.
Oh my god, you han't insince what it's not what
it looks like. Kirie panicked, pulling back but dropping the
towel in the process, and Bacca Goo whirled around to
push him back, but instead froze at the sight of
the fully naked man in front of him, hands pressed
against Kyrie's pecks and stealing in shock and something else.
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Oh my god, Kyrie squeaked, before quickly reaching for the
towel and he stily wrapping it around his waist.
Speaker 1 (14:23):
I didn't mean I'm so oh my god. He all
but fled the kitchen. Thank He's almost hysterical, laughter echoing
behind him as he shut the door, and Bacca Go
started yelling at the shorter Blode to shut the fuck up,
before Kirie threw himself onto his bed and pressed his
face into his billows. Holy shit, Bacca Go to see
his dick.
Speaker 2 (14:43):
Oh god. Kyrie knew he was well endowed, but it
wasn't exactly super experienced.
Speaker 1 (14:48):
And it was kind of too busy to date much
with his schedule.
Speaker 3 (14:51):
He really liked Bacca Go, and now he'd be looking
if the Blode didn't fucking move out of their apartment
and tear him to shreds the next time he saw him.
Speaker 1 (14:58):
Fuck when he called the hotline again that night. The
next night, Dynamite had just finished his intro, throwing in
a complaint about how he'd been through a fucking day
right from yesterday Dynamite asked, after introduce himself again, you'd
take my advice, shitty coward? Uh? Yeah, yeah I did.
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I'm pretty sure he hates my guts, not your fault.
I Uh, of course, I kind of fucked up your
advice and came on a little strong. I think I
gave him the wrong impression. Did he look at you?
Did he ever? Uh? Yeah, yeah, he shir did.
Speaker 2 (15:45):
Uh.
Speaker 1 (15:46):
Pretty sure he's pissed at me now, though I don't
know how to fix it. I just I just wanna
get to know him, not just mat him like a
deer on the wall. Dynamite teethed in a low laugh
that tugged at the corners of Kyrie's chest. Worry, not right,
I'm the expert here. So you like a guy and
he fucked up the first impression. Oops, sorry censors. Kyrie
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could almost hear the grin in his face, indicating he
wasn't sorry at all. All right, here's what you do.
If you mess up a first impression, you can still
save it. What is this guy like? Kirie thought for
a moment, he didn't know much about Bacca go apart
from his weird schedule. He cooked, he worked out, and
once a week. He'd order Indian food from a place
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down the street, and the spice burned Kyrie's nose through
the bag whenever Baka went to the.
Speaker 2 (16:34):
Front door just to pick it up.
Speaker 1 (16:37):
He likes spicy food. Yeah, maybe this guy is in
such a loser after all, Dynamite laughed. I haven't seen you,
but I can't imagine having a pretty muscle. I'd hit
on you and not jumping his bones. Carrie choked and
spluttered as Dynamite's laugh echoed on the line. You you
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don't even know what I look like. You have a
hot voice, and you're a beast, she said, can't imagine
your face is a let down? You said, you've been
called pretty. People don't tell huge dudes they're pretty unless
they are. That's a tip for every extra out they're listening. Oh,
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Kerrie smiled, blush creeping up his cheeks. Thank you, he said,
a little breathlessly. So Riot, here's the game plan. Make
this guy dinner or something spicy as hell. If he
can't handle the spice, he's a woos and doesn't deserve
your attention. Oh I'm not a good cook. Don't want
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to send him to the hospital or anything. Kiry chuckled.
Order him his favorite, then treat him as the thing,
and then give him a little space.
Speaker 2 (17:49):
Let him come to you. That way, you'll know he's
not still pissed.
Speaker 1 (17:55):
That could of work, Kirie grinned, hoping he could salvage
his image Bacchu Goo's eyes. After all, A fucking course
it will. And if the guy doesn't take the bait,
there's always me. Dynamite purd and Kyrie felt almost like
he was actually whispering it in his ear. You're way
more of a flirt than I'd expected, Kyrie smiled, and
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Dynamite's deep chuckle rumbled against his skin like goosebumps. Maybe
I just have a thing for sweet, awkward giants, he teased,
and Kirie laughed it off, thanking him and letting him
sign off the call with another soothing song. Kirie turned
the volume up on, leaning back in his chair and
letting the music wash over him. Dynamites seemed like such
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a cool guy. His voice was to die for, But
as attractive as he was, Kirie's thoughts kept drifting to
Bakka Go, specifically the look on Bakako's face when Kyrie's
towel had dropped and his hands had rested on Kyrie's
broad chest, a look Kirie hadn't been able to identify
until thinking about it now. It was hunger. And there
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you go. He's not calling you back because he didn't
make it clear he was supposed to call you first
call him. I'm sure he's been waiting. Don't be an idiot.
And with that, Kotsky signed off on another column. Let
the music go to the que he'd set up while
on the call, giving him a good twenty minute break
before accepting.
Speaker 2 (19:13):
The next one.
Speaker 1 (19:14):
It was almost seven am, just a little left to
go in his program, and then he'd be off again.
Maybe today he'd actually get to go to sleep for once,
instead of being plagued by visions of Agent Dix and
the adorable idiots attached to them. He stretched in his
chair before getting up and grabbing his now empty mug
while walking out of the studio and into the break
room for a refill and some piece of quiet. He'd
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barely closed his eyes and taken his first sip of
Cameo when the door burst open. God, and I can't
do it. I can't do it. I can't. She's so hot?
How is she so hot, her tasting music is so cool.
Speaker 3 (19:47):
I'm just gonna think I'm so lame because I've got
the peppy morning Top forty spot.
Speaker 1 (19:51):
Now ough, Mike is totally date blocking me with this gig.
Fuck o. Chaco Uraka dropped down onto the couch beside
him unceremoniously and covered her face with her hands. Hey
love Guru, sos bestie in crisis speak. She elbowed him
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and he glared as he narrowly dodged and saved his tea.
And she can stay in crisis. She's being stupid. Jiro
isn't superhuman. She's a chick. You're a chic. O kiss
already she likes you.
Speaker 2 (20:23):
Fuck You're so annoying.
Speaker 1 (20:25):
Is this loud at seven am? Fuck off? That's shit advice. Yeah,
well I'm not on air right now, so suck it
it being her face. Beyond that, I cannot help you.
I'm suffering already on my own. Thanks, oh six of you.
Room might wear a tight shirt again yesterday. Suddenly, Kotsky
wished he hadn't said anything, because then he wouldn't be
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trapped on the couch with a bright red face.
Speaker 2 (20:51):
Naked.
Speaker 1 (20:52):
He managed to after a moment saw him naked, touched
his chest, froze like a loser, and he literally ran away.
Probably thinks I'm a pervert for touching his chest and
staring at his fucking ginormous cock. I planned to fly
out to Alaska this evening and flip myself out to
sea forever.
Speaker 2 (21:10):
Thanks for asking.
Speaker 1 (21:14):
The late night love Guru. Being a fucking gay disaster
will never fail to make me laugh. Why the fuck
did you see him naked? Tele incident? Don't want to
talk about it. Stared at him in the gym too,
because he came in fucking shirtless, nipple piercings. Ooh those
are hot and that sucks. He definitely thinks you're a perv,
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a creepy, nipple obsessed perv. She nodded sagely, and he
resisted the urge to dump his tee on her lap. Thanks,
he hissed, big help. You are right back at you,
she clipped with a smirk as he got up just
in time to reach the door as it opened, and
a young woman with short, purple hair and facial tattoos
walked in. Bacca Gill hey Raga Zio nodded, clearly not
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a morning person. Hey, Jiro uh Rako wants you to.
He cut himself off with a lap as he dodged
a flying donut and closed the door behind him as
he heard Uraka stamer out some excuse and asked Ziro
how the morning slot for the alternative station was working
so far. At least this time she asked a whole
fucking question. He supposed, taking a seat again and putting
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his headphones back on. At least one of them was
making progress with their crush. When Katski Ibakao had first
seen Kiroshima, he'd been so stunned by his appearance he'd
promptly turned on his heel and walked right past the
man without speaking. And then Kiri had turned out to
keep the apartment tidy as buck, and he was so warm,
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and his smile could light up half the city easy
with glow of spear and Kanonskai had agreed to move
in with a feigned reluctance, as if he had been
two seconds away from asking the Redhead to marry him
go house hunting together instead to stop it all off.
Kishima seemed to fucking care about everyone and everything. He
asked Kotsky if he needed help, moving in building shelves
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a spotter at the gym.
Speaker 2 (23:05):
Fuck got the gym. Cotska hab been.
Speaker 1 (23:08):
So flustered when the redhead had turned to him after
squadding twice Kotsky's body weight like it was nothing, and
asked if the blonde needed a spotter. The only alternative
to please squat me that Kotski had managed was a
hissed fuck off. He'd wanted to throw himself into the sun,
and now this Kiashima's gonna think he was an antisocial
Virginia hostile pervert with volume control issues in a weird
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secret job, just like their other roommates did. Telling the
blonde one danky to shut the fuck up and mind
his business. After Kotsky had been caught obbling a naked
Kishima and the kitchen definitely wasn't gonna help his case either.
Koski really didn't want to have to move again, but
a Kishima talked to the others about what happened, and
that's what he wanted. Kikotski would accept it. Fuck it whatever.
Kotsky didn't care. He didn't and even if he did,
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Danamite didn't, So he cleared his throat, dropped his voice
a little lower and welcomed his last call at the shift,
trying to put that adorable sexy redhead from his mind.
Baka go wait up, Karashima called out as Baccaco finally
got up around noon, after damn near sneaking in the
morning to avoid you exactly this scenario. I know you
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get up around this time to eat, and I wanted
to apologize for yesterday. The redhead had a pretty blush
across his cheeks as he thrust a bag of food
into Blonde's hands. Apologize for what koons keeping the fucking
nut job almost fucking bondled him. He thought, Eh, the
fuck for idiot, great smooth cow's gap.
Speaker 2 (24:35):
People really love it when you fucking insult them.
Speaker 1 (24:39):
Well, I uh, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable
or anything yesterday. I definitely didn't mean to flash you,
and I know thank you gave you shit for it.
So I ordered from this place. That's how you like.
They told me a regular order when I called, it's
so cool that they know you. No, No, it was
mortifying actually that Kotski ordered their food so fucking offen
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that they knew him and his order.
Speaker 2 (25:02):
Oh fucking lame.
Speaker 1 (25:03):
Oh my god, anyway, I figured ordering was better than
making you something. Don't want to send you to the
hospital or anything. He laughed and stepped back a bit.
Kosky stared at him blankly. Don't want to send him
to the hospital.
Speaker 2 (25:16):
Why did that sound so familiar?
Speaker 1 (25:20):
Thanks, the blonde managed warily, and was inordinately proud of
himself for not adding an explosive or an insult. I'll
let you eat then see you around. I mean, I
mean we've lived together, so uh. Anyway, Kirie retreated back
to his room, closing the door rather forcefully, and Koski
felt the small smirt tuck at his lips when he
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heard a muffled but deep agonized groan from the other
side of the door. Cute, Why the hell, he muttered
to himself as he turned back into his room with
the food, sending it out across the low coffee table
and taking a seat on his floor cushion. He really
had gotten his usual order, complete with extra hot sauce
on the side, just like he liked it.
Speaker 2 (26:02):
What the fuck.
Speaker 1 (26:06):
Kiaroshima was awiding him? Kotsky was sure of it. It
was his day off, Sunday, the one day of the
week he didn't do his show at night, and he
hadn't seen the Redhead since he hinted him the surprise food.
Speaker 2 (26:18):
Well, I had seen him, but when.
Speaker 1 (26:20):
He'd come out of his room after the surprise meal,
the Redhead had made a beeline to his room from
the kitchen without even grabbing a snack. Then he'd skipped
his workout, leaving Kotsky alone in the gym that afternoon,
and Kotski realized the only time he'd definitely catch him
was when the Redhead left for work. Shit, okay, fuck,
dear lord, someone tell him why he was awkwardly standing
in the kitchen holding a bun too at seven thirty pm,
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waiting for kioShiMa to come out of his room just
before he was but to cut his losses and pretending
never made the damn thing. Kiashima burst out of his room,
tie loose and shirt wrinkled, cursing under his breath he
must have overslept.
Speaker 2 (26:53):
Kotzi thought, a fuck, fuck, fuck it, Bakka.
Speaker 1 (26:58):
The Redhead turned to him, as if just noticing the
awkwardest fuck way Kotsky was standing in the entry away
to the kitchen, clutching at tupperware for dear life here huh.
Why why did Kotsky everything for him most Why couldn't
you be attracted to smooth, intelligent, avert sized men. You
got me food.
Speaker 2 (27:17):
I made you food. It's whatever.
Speaker 1 (27:20):
He thrust the box into kuriosy Ma has large hands,
and then shoved his hands into his pockets. Oh wow,
thank you so much. That's so nice of you. You
didn't have to. I mean, I was just apologizing. I
said it's whatever, so it's whatever. I don't like owing people,
he scoffed, looking off to the side to temper the
rising heat in his cheeks. You know, technically, since mine
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was an apology, I owe you now. Kurashima smiled, his
eyes crinkling around the edges. I gave you my number
when you moved in. I don't know if you still
have it, but I do. I have it. I have it.
Kotsky let out of breath and looked back up at
the red head, grinning at him. What about it, Maybe
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when we're both free, we can get dinner together or something,
Kotsky felt, his eyes almost given to the urge to
bug out of his fucking head.
Speaker 2 (28:15):
Was a date? Was this a fucking date? And actual date?
Speaker 1 (28:18):
Holy shit?
Speaker 2 (28:20):
Sure? I'll text you to have my number or whatever.
Speaker 1 (28:24):
Kotsky was fully unprepared for the hut that enveloped him
as soon as he turned to leave, hot thick arms
wrapping around him tightly for a second before Kiyoshima was
pulling back. It's a date.
Speaker 2 (28:33):
I'm so late, I gotta go, but we'll talk soon.
Speaker 1 (28:36):
Mmm. Kotsky hummed, lips pressed firmly together as he tried
to get his shoulders away from his fucking ears and
relax again. Luckily that was enough for kioShiMa, who hurried
out the door, but not before Kosky kind him fist
bumping the air just before the door closed. It's a date.
Speaker 2 (28:53):
Fuck.
Speaker 1 (28:57):
Kiri hadn't been able to call into the show that night,
as it was the one night the program wasn't running,
but that was okay. He'd needed twenty four hours to
emotionally process the fact that he maybe had a date.
I mean, he'd said date, and Bakovo hadn't killed him.
He'd even texted Kotsky's text, Hey, I'm off Sundays, so
if you have Sunday off sometime we should have dinner
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or you could do lunch another day. Kotski kreshy Met
almost lost his mind reading the text over and over,
and had responded in kind, I've got a day off
next Sunday. I'd love to take you to this place downtown.
It's call Eracers. They have a spicy burger. I think
you'd love motocon for the big smiley Kotsky's text, okay,
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you're ready at seven period. Kirie had texted back an
onslaught of excited emojis, and Bakovo had left him on red,
but that was okay because they had a date. Right.
Hey there, Riot, how are things with your loser done?
And my pard ready for an upgrade? He teased, okay,
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so maybe leaving Kiri on Red and not seeing the
bond before he'd left for work the next day, and
after all that fateful meal exchanging it had Kirie on edge,
but it was nothing. I love expert console right not quite.
Speaker 2 (30:20):
I think I have a date. I mean I'm not
sure it's a date.
Speaker 1 (30:23):
I mean, I don't know if if he knows it's
a date. I thought he agreed to a date because
I said date. But then my friend come. I mean,
like one of my roommates said, it's maybe maybe it's
a friend date, so holy fuck riot, shut up. I
have never heard someone say date so much in my life.
Sorry censors, Kyrie can almost hear the cheeky grin. If
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you say it's a date, it's a date. The fuck
is a friend date? I'll kick your ass.
Speaker 2 (30:49):
I'll take it.
Speaker 1 (30:49):
He liked the food, Yeah, I mean I think so.
He even made me a bento in return.
Speaker 2 (30:56):
The static on the radio mixed with dead Air.
Speaker 1 (31:00):
Dynamite did the call drop? No, he made you what.
Dynamite's boys had gone oddly tight in a way that
seemed almost familiar to Kiri then, and he had been
listening to the show for ages. Uh, he made me
a bento.
Speaker 2 (31:16):
I work lad.
Speaker 1 (31:17):
Shifts, and before I left he gave me this one
as a thank you. We're roommates. I guess I forgot
to mention that, Uh, he made me a bento. I
worked lay shifts, and before I left he gave me
one as a thank you yesterday.
Speaker 2 (31:33):
We're roommates. I guess I forgot to mention that.
Speaker 1 (31:35):
Huh, Kotski couldn't breathe.
Speaker 2 (31:40):
This couldn't be a coincidence. What did he said? Fuck?
Speaker 1 (31:44):
Fuck? He told Ryan to peacock and then Kiri had
been half naked and or he told Ryo to give
his crush food and space. Kiri had gotten a takeout
and let him eat in peace, and then he'd made
Kiri a bento.
Speaker 2 (31:57):
Riot's crush had made him a bento. They had plans.
Speaker 1 (32:01):
Oh my god, Oh my fucking god, it seems we're
experiencing a technical problem here at the studio.
Speaker 2 (32:09):
Riot, You'll have to call back tomorrow.
Speaker 1 (32:13):
And with that he hung up the calling cute at
music to play for the duration of this very appropriate
panic attack. Bacca Goo, what's going on? Why do you say?
There was a tech Bacca Go studio head and radio
personality present. Mike aka his Ashaly Yamada burst through the
doors the moment the music started to see Baccago hunched
over in his chair with his head in his hands,
trying to breathe. Fuck a fuck fuck fuck fuck, hey kid,
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cool it, Jesus, what's going on? Breathe with me, Breathe
with me. The older blonde got Bacca Go by the
shoulders and pushed him up to breathe. In the six
years Baccao had been with the station, he's actually had
seen him in fights on rampageous feuds. He seen him
loses temper more times than either of them could count,
but he'd never seen Bacca go freak out quite like
this before.
Speaker 2 (33:00):
It's as she liked to think that they were close.
Speaker 1 (33:02):
He'd taken Coscander his wing when he'd been an indie
podcaster with a moderate following trying to break into radio.
He'd been there when Bakagu had declined pre recording the show,
and when he'd asked for the all night slot, uncommon
as hell, but the show's ratings spoke for themselves. That
was the thing about doing things other people normally wouldn't.
It attracted attention other people normally couldn't, and with the
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success in following he built. Of course, bokavill was allowed venience.
He could think a few curses past the censors now
and then he had a night spot so he could
get a little flirty and a little raunchy. He'd get
into fights with snobby techs and execs and still have
a job and a slot afterwards. Even so, Baccaville was
a professional. He didn't take advantage of the lenience he
afforded him more than he felt was unavoidable, and he
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didn't mix business with pleasure. He was friends with Douraka,
who he'd been friends with before, a host on the
mainstream station, friendly enough with Gio on the old rock station,
and he coexisted with anyone else on the station that
he had to.
Speaker 2 (33:59):
At least he's he was pretty.
Speaker 1 (34:00):
Sure he did, and as he didn't receive any complaints
well from others. He received plenty from bacca Go himself,
but he'd realized early on that most of those were
empty and in some cases were actually hidden praise. Long
story short, is actually spoke fluent Baccago and he had
no idea what was happening right now. Fuck, I think
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the listener I've been talking to as my roommate and
the guy I've been giving advice on is me. And
I'm a fucking idiots savant because the advice has been
fucking working. The young blonde hiss and has actually bit
his lip. You're kidding, Oh my god, that's so romantic. No,
it's not romantic. It's stupid. What do I even do now?
Or he sure it's him? Ninety nine percent? Sure it's him,
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Well find out that one percent if he calls again,
give him specific advice see if he takes it, then
you'll know this feels unnecessarily complicated and you're enjoying yourself
too much. Old man.
Speaker 2 (34:58):
I'm not old kid. Take my advice or don't.
Speaker 1 (35:00):
But you're on the air in five after the song,
and now that I know the phones are fine, you've
got calls waiting, he chirped, patting the blonde on the
head happily and turning to leave. What Bako got got
a lot of leniency? He never said, Baka, who got
any leniency from him? The rest of the show went
buy in a blur, and Koski walked straight past Kioshimo
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when he'd finally come home in the morning, not even
bothering to look up when the redhead wished him good
night with a smile.
Speaker 2 (35:25):
As the blonde had half a run to his room.
Speaker 1 (35:28):
Seconds later, his phone pinged Kirshimus text, hey man, good
night at work.
Speaker 2 (35:35):
Kosky shouldn't respond.
Speaker 1 (35:36):
He shouldn't. He didn't know if Kishima was right. He's
no why Kishima bothered with him regardless. Fuck. He shed
his clothes and fell into bed, phone in hand as
he stared at the screen. Fuck Kotsky's text, Yeah, kirshi
mus text want kuddles to.
Speaker 2 (35:57):
Make it better. Kosky drop fell on his face.
Speaker 1 (36:01):
Out. Fuck shit out, he swore, pinching his nose and
blinking away the tears that had sprung to his eyes
upon impact.
Speaker 2 (36:08):
Holy shit, fuck, what had he just read?
Speaker 1 (36:11):
He scrambled to reread the text, and then again and again.
He waited so long just staring at it, that two
things happened at once. Three dots pulsated above Kishima's icon
once more, and Kaski realized he did actually want to
be cuddled by the generous redhead until he felt better.
He'd been nursing a crushed since they'd met, and every
encounter'd only fanned the flames. And now, if he really
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was riot, they'd actually spent quite some time talking, so
maybe maybe he was sleep deprived. He could uh, he
could blame that Tasky's text. Yeah, the dots above Kishima's
name vanished. There was a knock at his door before
it opened hesitantly. Bakaka, Oh my god, oh fuck, oh
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my god, oh my god. Why he down that whi
he down? That he was on I mean his boxers,
I mean thankfully under the sheets. But still Kirshi was
gonna think he oh the fuck if he didn't already
think k Kotsky was a perverse certainly would fucking noll?
Speaker 2 (37:09):
Can I come in hard to deliver cuddles from near
the room?
Speaker 1 (37:13):
Why was his voice so gentle? Wasn't he nervous? Fuck? Yeah?
Bakko Goo barely recognized his own tired voice as he
looked up at the redhead.
Speaker 2 (37:22):
Finally, Kirshima had changed his work, since he'd.
Speaker 1 (37:26):
Gotten home before Kotsky after all, and was in a
T shirt and sweats, hair still damp from the shower,
and Koski was suddenly acutely aware that he had fallen
into bed without showering. His eyelander was probably smudged, and
his hair was a mess. And oh, when had kurshim
Ha gotten so close? Kyrie sat at the edge of
the bed so lightly, as though scared that moving too
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fast would startle Kosky away.
Speaker 2 (37:49):
Dumb ass, he thought, it's my bed. Where would I go? Mm?
Speaker 1 (37:55):
Stay on top of the covers? No funny business, no
funny business? Why why had he said that? What year
was it? Ninety? There's no funny business? As if he
had been dreaming of curios. She went, bending him over
every piece of furniture in the apartment since they moved in.
No funny, Krosky was going to try. He was gonna
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move to Alaska or Finland or Iceland, Greenland. Kosky was
gonna find an iceberg, flung himself out to sea and
die alone.
Speaker 2 (38:25):
Okay, Carrie whispered, moving to lay down behind back.
Speaker 1 (38:29):
Can I can I hol hold you? Can? You fuck
pretty hard to cuddle if you don't shut him up? Fucking?
Oh my god?
Speaker 2 (38:43):
Why why couldn't he be fucking pleasant? For what's god?
He thought?
Speaker 1 (38:48):
A warm puff of air hit the sensitive skin on
Konsky's neck, and all thoughts melted out of his head
as warm arms wrapped around him and pulled him back
onto a broad chest. Carrie's lips rested near his ear.
Speaker 2 (39:01):
Was this okay?
Speaker 1 (39:02):
Kiashima whispered, mm, yeah, it's okay. Kotzky fell asleep so
much faster than he'd ever feel comfortable, admitting he woke
up to his daily alarm in the evening and saw
snores next to his ear, s waite snores. He opened
his eyes to the sudden realization that he was not
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laying on a pillow but a rather comfortable broad chest
in fact, he was laying entirely on top of Kiroshima,
tangled in the sheets between them, while the redhead scrunched
his face in his sleep. At the intrusion of the alarm,
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kat carefully reached over to turn it off and went
back to staring at the man beneath him, trying to
figure out why the fuck he'd agreed to accept fucking
cuddles from his roommate. Slash cut slash maybe days slash
maybe listener. They hadn't even gone out yet. Katzi absolutely
did not sweak when Kyrie's arms wrapped around him without
warning and held him tightly, and his face did not
bypass the entire spectrum of red and settle on an
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alarming shade of purple when the red had pressed a
sleepy kissed his forehead. Except he did, because what the fuck?
Good morning, Kirie mumbled easily, as if this were just
another Tuesday for this asshole.
Speaker 2 (40:17):
Maybe it was, No, it was ridiculous. They did the
same schedule.
Speaker 1 (40:21):
There was no way Kiashima was waking up with anyone
on a regular basis. So Kishima Kotski had meant to growl,
but it had come out far too soft. Instead, voice
raspy with sleep mm. M oh hey, Baca girl. Kirrie
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gave him a dopey smile, eyes barely open, and Kowski
fought the urges to kiss him or bash his head
in with a pillow. You're holding me Mmm. I came
for kettles. I'm doing my job. It's four pm.
Speaker 2 (40:58):
Really nice. I slept so well. You're so comfit?
Speaker 1 (41:03):
Is that am all my plushy? Kosky scrambled to reach
for the other side of Karashima, where the offending plushy
was propped, but Kiri tightened his hold, so Kotsky only
ended up wriggling against him until Kiaraoshima groaned and immediately froze,
face heating up. Oh my god, Oh my god, it's huge.
I forgot and I met oh, Kotsky thought. Kiri released Katski,
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but the blonde stayed stock still. Parker grow, If you, uh,
I want to avoid any funny business, you should you
should get off of me now. Karoshima grasped hands firmly
on the bed, eyes fixed on Kotsky. Kotsky didn't move,
and Kiyoshima's eyes widened. Akago, did you hear what I said? Yeah?
Speaker 2 (41:55):
I heard you muscles. I'm feeling my muscles.
Speaker 1 (42:01):
Kiri's hands tentatively moved back to Kotsky's waist, and the
contact burned in a way it hadn't before. Kotsky had
no idea what expression he was making any more, but
from Kiri's at least, it seemed like.
Speaker 2 (42:12):
The red Head liked what he saw.
Speaker 1 (42:15):
I'm not complaining about them. Kotsky went for nonchalant, but
ended up sounding a bit more intimate than he cared
to admit. Kiri's face was closer now, and every cell
in Kotsky's body was screaming that this was a horrible idea,
that they hadn't even gone out, that they were roommates,
and every thought flew out the window, and Kirstyma's hands
trailed up his sides to his face, cupping him more
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gently than maybe anyone ever had some ghosting over Kotsky's
bottom lip, as if the Redhead was still wondering if
he should lean in our weait, so Kotsky leaned in and.
Speaker 2 (42:46):
Chose for him.
Speaker 1 (42:47):
It didn't feel like a first kiss. It felt electric, yes, exciting,
but also familiar and comfortable, like they'd done it a
thousand times already, and just never lost the spark. Their
lips slotted together again and again with ease, and Kotsky
barely had to adjust to swallow the deep moment from
Kirshima's throat when their tongues met for the first time.
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The hands that had been at Kosky's face were now
firmly wrapped around his bare back, pulling a gasp from
Kotsky's lips as the Redhead rolled them around to more
or let's Pinkosky to the mattress. We should probably stop
right Kiarashima panted against Kotsky's neck, bumping against the sensitive
spot and drying an embarrassing wine from the blonde that
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had Kiushima shuddering. If you stop right now, I'll kick
your asp, oh, Kotsky. The Redhead captured his lips again,
pulling their hips together with a tortured sound that caused
heat to clawb the Blode's chest. I wanted you, I
want you so bad, Kiyoshima nipped at his jaw with
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his non supporting hand, moving to trail against Kotsky's chest
down the edge of his boxters to tease the sense
of skin there. Hotsky sighed and let his hands dig
into the soft, unstyled red hair that fell around Kirie's shoulders,
tugging when Kyrie's teeth dragged against his collar bond.
Speaker 2 (44:12):
Honey, I'm home.
Speaker 1 (44:15):
Dankey's voice echoed through the apartment, causing the two in
bed to freeze. Kurrie. Come on, we're gonna be late.
Speaker 2 (44:23):
What the actual fuck is he doing here already? Kotsky hissed,
closing his eyes and letting his head fall back into
the pillow.
Speaker 1 (44:33):
And late for what. Kirie looked absolutely horrified in contrast
to the flush that curled down his chest and his
kiss swollen lips. Oh my god, fuck, I'm so fucking sorry. Shit,
our friend Tessa's engagement party. I forgot when we started,
you know, Get off me. Then Kosky shoved the man
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in the chest to no avail. Kishima frowned thoughtfully before
perking up.
Speaker 2 (45:03):
No.
Speaker 1 (45:03):
Kathi Chip said no, I didn't even ask yet, absol
fuckingly not hair for brains. I am not going with
you to that thing. I have work at eight that's
in four hours, three and a half and I haven't
even showered. I think you smell great. Kiyoshima nuzzled his
neck and Kosky yelped at the sudden bite that punctuated
his claim. Kiaraoshima, No, wait, what even has this is
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Baka Goo my roommate, I flashed him. We have a
date this weekend. We almost fucked a few hours ago. Hi,
I think Kosky my date is probably enough. Dinky can
fill them in on the rest later. Dunsface's presence is
not selling me on this event. Red fine, I don't
want to go. Yes, you fucking do. You probably have
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a role in the wedding or something, you overgrown golden retriever.
Koski shoved at him one more time, and the redhead relented,
pulling the blonde up with him. Though as he moved
to sit on the bed, Kiaraoshima pulled him into another
mind blowing kiss, and Kosky almost s adjested, blowing off
the event entirely, and the red head chuckled jeepishly.
Speaker 2 (46:02):
I'm uh, I'm the best man.
Speaker 1 (46:05):
Actually, get out, Oh my god, get out, get out,
get out, get out, get out. Kushima laughed as Kansky
thumped him on the head with two little forced to
actually hurt, but the Redhead allowed him to drive him
towards the door, stealing one more kiss before Dankey's stunned
yelling hit through yours and Kansk slammed his door shut again.
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The fuck are you doing my studio?
Speaker 2 (46:29):
Cheeks?
Speaker 1 (46:30):
Hey there, black Ago, I'm doing great. I just wanted
to check on my long suffering gay disaster A friend
after he thought out his crush as maybe his collar.
Speaker 2 (46:39):
Is actually told you to be my moral support again.
Speaker 1 (46:41):
Huh oh yeah, and you can be mine. I texted
Giro to ask her if she wanted to go to
a movie on her next day off. What did she say?
I don't know. I paniced to turn my phone off.
I'm like, what the fuck were Roka? When was this
two hours ago? Hey? Inappropriate workplace behavior?
Speaker 2 (47:00):
She yelled as he.
Speaker 1 (47:01):
Reached over to her to pull her phone out of
her pocket as he easily.
Speaker 2 (47:04):
Moved around, and she ended up putting him in a headlock.
Speaker 1 (47:08):
In retaliation, he turned on and unlocked her phone damn
for knowing her password and read out loud, half yelling
through a slowly crushed windpipe, Kulcus text, sure sounds fun
x x see she said, yes, you're fucking half orc,
He snarked with a wheeze, as Uraka released him with
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a squeal and grabbed her phone to text her back NERD.
Speaker 2 (47:32):
She shot back, without even looking up. If you fucked
with my voice, I'll kill you.
Speaker 1 (47:36):
Yeah? Yeah, whatever, So what movie should we go see?
The fuck are you asking me for? Stupid? Ask her,
I'm not going on a date with your ass, and
thank god, she rolled her eyes.
Speaker 2 (47:46):
You're on in a minute, are you ready?
Speaker 1 (47:48):
Duh? No? Fuck? Okay, No, you're such a dick, he
glared as he made sure everything was ready for the start,
and she smirked in her chair, giving him a thumb up.
And now they you got this. He flipped her off
and pressed his mic on. Hey there, listeners, it's eight
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thirty pm, and you know what that means. It's time
for Caramel Radio, which means I'm all yours until the
morning comes. So let's have some fun tonight. Welcome Color,
you are on the air. Don't waste my time. Dynamite's
always filled Kirie's ears, and he grinned. Hey, Dynamite, it's
a riot. We got a cut off yesterday, right, so
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you're hitting in your roommate.
Speaker 2 (48:35):
Huh, how's that going mad? Don't make a move yet,
Kirie laughed.
Speaker 1 (48:41):
Yeah. Actually he had a a pretty rough time at
work yesterday, I think, and he let me cuddle him
all night. Well day, we have nocturnal schedules. Anyway, I
uh even got a kiss. I got way more than
a kiss. But if I know I was talking about
him on the radio at all, he'd probably kill me.
Kiri thought, sounds like things are going pretty well, which
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isn'tthing my advice for. Was it just him or was
Dynamite's voice raspier than usual? Was it deeper somehow? Well?
I had to leave in kind of a hurry, and
I didn't get a chance to talk to him about
the kiss or any of it.
Speaker 2 (49:15):
And you've helped me so much.
Speaker 1 (49:17):
I just I thought maybe you'd know how to go about,
you know, talking about it without.
Speaker 2 (49:23):
Making a mess of things.
Speaker 1 (49:24):
I just don't want him to get the wrong idea.
Kirie bit his lip, leading back into his chair as
he closed his eyes. Hm, and so to talk about
Just tell him it didn't mean anything. He wants some
in casual he's a he's a big boy. I mean,
I'm sure he's a big boy. He can handle it.
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Did Dynamites not disappointed? Huh No? Fuck no, No, that's
like the opposite of what I mean, I like him
so much. I mean, god, it meant so much to me.
I just wanted to make it special and see him
off his feet. And now I'm worried that he thinks
it's casual. But it's not. It's like totally not casual.
It's the opposite of casual, like business formal or something.
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Kirie argued towards, coming out unfiltered and too fast for
his brain to rain in.
Speaker 2 (50:09):
Was that a gasp he heard and it squealed? Maybe
it was just a static.
Speaker 1 (50:14):
When Dynamite finally spoke, it was with a rumble of
affection Kirie hadn't heard on the show before, amusement tinging
his words. You have a business formal feelings for this guy.
Oh man, I really am a himbo. See this is
why I call you. Can you imagine if I had
said that shit didn't he'd laugh me out the door
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and we lived together. I'd be so stupid I could
keep out of my own flat. Kirie groaned, and Dynamite
was openly laughing. Now, okay, okay, calm down, Romeo. I
don't think you'd be homeless after this, all right, Maybe
he'll think it's charming, it's kind of cute. You think
I'm cute, I said, the dumb confession was cute. Don't
get a twisted red right right? But did you just
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call me? Kosky and Uraka stared at each other in
an abject horror, completely silent. Oh my god, oh my god,
oh my god, my fucking god.
Speaker 2 (51:12):
I called your riot right now.
Speaker 1 (51:15):
You didn't the fuck else what I have called you?
Kosky made panic as at Uraka as he continued playing dumb,
and she typed furiously on her noes that before holding
up a sign that said deny, deny, deny, and he
rolled his eyes and smacked her up the head for
being fully unhopeful. You called me red. You told me
you had red hair. No I didn't, Yes you did.
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No I didn't. Yes, Kotsky hissed, you did. Hurkas slammed
a hand on the censor button herself just in time.
What even is it about this guy that you like
so much? Anyway?
Speaker 2 (51:49):
Sounds like a douche.
Speaker 1 (51:51):
He's not. He's awesome.
Speaker 2 (51:53):
I think he's just anxious.
Speaker 1 (51:55):
Uraka slapped herself. She had to move her hand to
cover her mouth so fast to keep in the snort
that threatened to escape, but he's really cool. He's sweet
to me in his way, and funny when he thinks
no one can hear him. Sometimes I hear him drop
one lighters under his breast when our roommates are bugging him,
and it's all I can do not to laugh.
Speaker 2 (52:13):
He's kind of rough on the outside, but.
Speaker 1 (52:14):
He let me hold him just because I asked to.
And when he's just trying to get groceries, he always
gets everyone's favorit snacks, even if they're not on sail.
Speaker 2 (52:21):
And he's beautiful.
Speaker 1 (52:23):
He's so he's beautiful. Koski and Oraka's jaws were on
the floor. The woman had goddamn tears rolling open her eyes.
Koski switched the mic to press the talk and took
his finger off the button. Holy shit, he said to Iraka,
who nodded a shock. I gotta go, seik Yoka. That
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was so romantic. Good luck, Baka, catch your man. She
laughed a little as she left. Katski pressed the mic
back on. Uh shit him, he sounds great. I uh
don't think he'll need my VI, though Kiri's voice sounded
a touch out of breath when he replied to the
quizzical huh, why not Kotsky took a deep breath because
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he definitely heard all of that. Kieri felt his stomach drop.
What did you say, I said, I heard you, muscles.
The call clicked, is Dynamite? Koski hung up. Kirie vaguely registered.
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Dynamite's voice announced the next songs, and then music filled
the air.
Speaker 2 (53:40):
Just before his phone started.
Speaker 1 (53:41):
Buzzing, with Kotsky's contact flashing on the screen. Kirie picked
up wordlessly. Uh hey, Red. Kotsky's rough voice crackled over
the line. Yeah, yeah, this whole time. I I didn't know,
Kotsky interjected quickly. I didn't know you were riot. I
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suspected it yesterday for the first time. I swear, I
swear I wasn't playing you or anything, Kirie, I would
never I was sure today now I Kotsky's voice cut off,
and Kirie focused on breathing evenly. Did you mean that.
Speaker 2 (54:20):
The stuff you said?
Speaker 1 (54:22):
Kiri laughed, and to his surprise, it was a watery sound, overwhelmed,
tears creeping into his eyes.
Speaker 2 (54:30):
What the part of having business formal feelings for you?
Speaker 1 (54:36):
Katski barked out, a laugh that released some of the
tension in Kirie's shoulders. Yeah, that and the rest of
the stuff you said about me. Mm I said a lot. Huh, yeah,
I meant it. He heard Kosky let out a burst
of Aaron smiled. I think you're having a pretty rough
day at work, Kotsky said, after a minute of mutual silence.
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Hmm me. Kirie's brow furrowed. I'm yeah, Kosky put him
off breathlessly. I think when you got home you're gonna
need cuddles and breakfast or whatever. I will make us something.
Kirie felt. A blush fled his cheeks as he bit
his lip. Oh. He hummed a little, listening to Kosky's
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nervous breath on the phone. Yeah, I think you're right.
I'll see you at home. Then, Kirie tried not to
feel too giddy over the relieved exhale he heard.
Speaker 2 (55:35):
On the line.
Speaker 1 (55:37):
Yeah, okay, gonna listen to my show always do okay, okay.
Kotsky hung up, and Kirie took a moment for himself
to spin around his chair, pumping his fists in the
air as he heard Dynamite's voice fill the air again.
Speaker 2 (55:56):
Thank you for.
Speaker 1 (55:57):
Listening to Caramel Radio. I hope you enjoyed the longest
stretch of music. Turns out I had some business formal
feelings of my own eplog my type. Pretty bold of
you to ask, listener, Baker goes, scoffed and tossing his
feet up on the soundboard. A few weeks later, you
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guys have gotten pretty damn curious these past few weeks.
But I'll humor you, I suppose, he grinned across the
room to the red head standing in the hall, waving
through the window in the wall.
Speaker 2 (56:29):
It was almost seven am.
Speaker 1 (56:30):
Kirie had managed to get someone to cover his shift
early so he could pick up the blonde from work.
Kotsky could already see the bags of takeout in Adri's
hands and force himself to focus on his last collar.
A nosy little shit, but it gave him a good
chance to tease his boyfriend on air. Hm, he has
to be tall. I like muscles. The more the better,
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he smirked. I've definitely got a thing for himbos, and
I really really have a thing for red heads.
Speaker 2 (57:01):
I get bored easy.
Speaker 1 (57:03):
So his voice was damned near drooping honey down the line,
and Karashima found himself holding his breath as he stared
back into playful red eyes through the glass, blushed, steadily rising.
Speaker 2 (57:15):
They've got to be a real riot.
Give you my dawned surprise. I think he's a hit man.
I'm gone it, Danky, shut up, he'll hear you. The lanky,
dark haired man standing beside him warned in a low voice,
as they watched the pale blonde in question silently disappear
into his room, door slamming behind him. So maybe then
he'll finally tell us what he does, a more vibrant blonde,
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Danky reported with a smirk, hopping up to sit on
the kitchen counter instead of leaning over it to watch
the subject of their observations as his door closed. That's
none of our business. The muscular redhead towering over both
of them his shaking his head. It's fucking eight am
and he just got home. I'm curious, Danky wine and
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Kishima frowned. Dude, I only got home like an hour ago.
I'm not a hit man either. Kirushima crossed his arms
as his energetic friend conceded, at least for the time being,
and mostly because he and Sida had to go start
their days. The three men had been rooming together since
their early college days. Therefore had once been their friend Zuku,
but when he'd moved in with his boyfriend, he'd suggested
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an old friend he'd grown up with as a replacement.
Bakogo Kotski apparently had gone into a fight with his
old roomate and was looking for a new place to
stay anyway. So Oncepokoko had come to inspect that the
apartment was clean enough, it was. Kyria was quite the
stickler for cleanliness, and Sidow and Dinky had long since adapted.
Speaker 2 (01:22):
He'd accepted and moved in immediately.
Speaker 1 (01:26):
That had been all of two months ago, and Kiirshima
swore Bokako had spoken maybe six words total in his gruff,
raspy voice and in Kyrie's opinion, an unfairly sexy voice,
and three of those words had been fuck. His schedule
coincided with Kyrshima's, that was all. It wasn't like Kyoshima
was obsessing over him.
Speaker 2 (01:47):
Sido worked as an office temp nine to five.
Speaker 1 (01:49):
Danky was a mechanic who was supposed to work eight
to aid, but always went in late and left early
more often than not with his supervisaction, so who he
definitely got more nancy from than he should. Whatever Bakka
Go did for a living, it kept him out all night,
usually until seven or eight. In the morning, and he'd
get up around twelve pm, eat, go about his day,
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work out shower had to work at seven thirty pm
on the actual dot every day. Okay, maybe Karashima remembered
some of those details easier than he should, but it
wasn't his fault. He worked eight to seven most nights
too as a security card, and he liked to work out,
so he and Bakago used the apartment complexes gym at
the same time more often than not.
Speaker 2 (02:30):
It wasn't like they.
Speaker 1 (02:31):
Ever spoke, really, and unless you count that one fuck
off as speaking when Kyri had asked if Bakkago needed
his spotter. Karaoshima sometimes caught Bakka Goo in the kitchen
in those evenings when he got up and the other
roommates weren't home yet or were in their rooms. He
always ignored Karashima rather stiffly, and honestly. If Kiashima were
a more sensitive person, he'd be offended by the appointedly
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averted gaze and held breath whenever he came close grabbing
his protein shakes from the fridge, but it didn't deter
him from wanting to cat with the blonde, especially with
all the little moments he noticed where the blonde was
just so interesting.
Speaker 2 (03:07):
He was so gruff, but he did kind things around
the apartment.
Speaker 1 (03:11):
He tidied areas that weren't his responsibility, that we He
got extra snacks everyone liked without saying anything. He didn't
tell Danky and said or to shut up if they
were loud on a Saturday morning, when even Kirie's patience
was tested, But if you tried to talk to him,
the hackles raised fascinating. It wasn't a crush. At least,
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it wasn't a big crush. It was a disproportionately big
crush actually, for the fact that he barely knew the guy,
and as well intentioned as his friends may be, Carrie
knew this was a job for professionals. As the redhead
looked at Bacca Goo's closed door one more time before
going to his own room to pass out, he decided today.
Speaker 2 (03:53):
Was the day.
Speaker 1 (03:56):
Work was slow. As always, working security night shifts wasn't
exactly a thrilling job, thank god, and it wasn't for
some insanely secret organization, just a local art gallery. It
meant that Kiroshima's job actually boiled down to sitting in
the security office, occasionally looking at cameras and listening to
the radio, and it was about to hit eight thirty PM,
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his favorite time. Hey there, listeners, it's eight thirty pm,
and you know what that means. It's time for Caramel Radio,
which means I'm all yours until the morning comes. So
let's have some fun tonight. A deep, raspy voice clawed
its way over the radio waves into Kurashima's brain into cold,
like it did every night that Kiri listened to. The
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well balanced mix of oldies and recent love songs sprinkled
in between callers and advice. The host, Dynamite, was known
for telling it straight, pissing off his censors, and also
being surprisingly insightful and Kirie's opinion, pretty funny and more
than a little charming himself, And tonight he was gonna
call him. He had the number pre dialed on his
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cell and waited for Dynamite to announce he was opening
the hotline. Barely before he hit that little green button,
Dynamite picked up on the first ring.
Speaker 2 (05:08):
Welcome to Caramel Radio. What's your damage collar?
Speaker 1 (05:11):
Kiri's throat felt dry as he heard his own slightly
hoarse voice crackle on the radio back at him, Hi,
I'm a big fan since you started the show.
Speaker 2 (05:22):
I need some advice. Well, this is the place for that.
What's your name? Big fan?
Speaker 1 (05:28):
Dynamite's honeyed voice felt like it was actually dripping into
Kirie's ears, and he cleared his throat.
Speaker 2 (05:35):
Riot.
Speaker 1 (05:36):
You can call me Riot. I'm twenty eight. I like
this guy.
Speaker 2 (05:42):
Okay, right, Well that's the place to start.
Speaker 1 (05:43):
I'd be told him, Oh no, no, no, this guy
he's a little hard to get close to. I wanted
some advice on maybe how to do that. As he spoke,
Kiri realized how ridiculous he sounds. Sure he'd just given
his age, but he was acting like some love struck student.
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Fucking hmm, have you.
Speaker 2 (06:07):
Tried talking to this guy?
Speaker 1 (06:11):
Kind of? He's not really social. There was a brief
pause before Dynamite's deep voice rumbled out the radio, smug
grin evident in his tone.
Speaker 2 (06:24):
Well are you hot?
Speaker 1 (06:26):
Eh? What? Kuriosima's voice cracked, and Dynamite barked out a laugh.
I said, are you hot? Antisocial guy barely looks at you.
Maybe he's just not in TI.
Speaker 2 (06:39):
He looks at me.
Speaker 1 (06:41):
Carrie found himself saying which shocked him almost as much
as the fact that it was true. While Baccago avoided
all contact with the redhead, he caught the blonde glancing
at him with a thoughtful look on his face a
few times before scowling and ignoring him again. It was
the only reason Kirie hadn't totally lost hope. And I
don't know if I'm I'm uh hot, but I'm six
(07:02):
eight and I work out a lot. People call me
pretty sometimes, he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
Speaker 2 (07:10):
M a himbo.
Speaker 1 (07:12):
Huh, Maybe I should snap you out myself if this
guy's too stupid. Dina my Jowlt obviously amused at the
audible tension in Kirie's voice, Kirie almost dropped his phone.
Was Dynamite flirting with him? I mean sure, he'd been
known to mess with a listener here and there, but
never so directly. I mean, at least not as far
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as he had heard, and he listened to almost every show.
I h thinks, why do you think I'm a himbo?
Because you're obviously a Beefcake's physically impossible to ignore.
Speaker 2 (07:45):
So if this guy's not paying attention.
Speaker 1 (07:47):
To you, you're probably overthinking and getting shy around him
a lot.
Speaker 2 (07:51):
What's it called gay panicking? Sound familiar?
Speaker 1 (07:57):
Shit, I'm a himbo, Dynamite laughed out loud at that,
and Carrie found himself grinning along with it easily. All right, well,
how about this? If you can't straight up tell him
I feel peacock a bit. Something tells me it's virtually
impossible to ignore you shirtless. See how he reacts and
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gage his interest from there? Easy, you think, so that's
not too I don't know, cave mnish Kirie toewed his
lip and leaned back in his chair. He could try that, though,
See if he can walk through the flat shirtless while
Bacca go cooked, or take it off when they work out.
People underestimate the caveman, right, don't underestimate the caveman, Dynamite replied,
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and it felt almost like a tease, and Carrie laughed.
Speaker 2 (08:46):
Yeah, okay, okay, I'll give it a try.
Speaker 1 (08:49):
Thanks. I have a good night, man, he thanked, earnestly,
doing his best to hold in his inner fan voice,
careaching to be let out.
Speaker 2 (08:58):
Of course, it's what I'm here for.
Speaker 1 (09:00):
It'll definitely be a good night now that I've heard
your voice ride good night himbo, he purred as the
line went dead and Kiri heard Dynamite on the radio
introduce a new song for the music break. The Redhead
put his phone down slowly, giddy happiness running through him
as he relaxed into a seat and started planning. Fifteen
(09:20):
hours later, after an otherwise uneventful shift of listening to
Dynamite give advice until more than one person to buck
up and stop being a loser, and a quick nap
at home, Kishima was ready for phase one of his plan.
There was only one phase so far, actually, and it
wasn't so much a plan as it was Kiri going
to the gym now that he knew Vakka Gull was
in there working out after he'd come home a little
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after Kiri had, and as far as Kirie.
Speaker 2 (09:43):
Who hadn't slept at all yet. Also, Kiria was.
Speaker 1 (09:46):
Shirtless and had his absolute favorite nipple piercings in two
bars that looked like little dumb mills. Bako Goo had
never seen Kiri shirtless, so the Redhead hoped he'd be
able to at least get a tiny reaction to figure
out if there was any hope that.
Speaker 2 (09:59):
His interest might peers siprocated.
Speaker 1 (10:02):
Hey, he greeted as he walked into the gym, as
he always did, usually met with a snarl or a
shut up or a grunt. This time, Kiri was met
with dead silence. He wasn't looking at Baccago, pointedly pretending
to be engrossed and picking music on his phone, even
though he hadn't actually even paired his fucking headphones yet,
and decided, after a solid minute of silence.
Speaker 2 (10:22):
To chance a peak at the blonde.
Speaker 1 (10:24):
BaCaCO was glaring at the ceiling as he did his crunches,
and his face, his gorgeous sweaty face, was bright fucking red. Okay,
so maybe that was from the string. Okay, okay, maybe
Kirie had to step it up instead of hitting the
bench that he planned to originally. Kirie moved to be
directly in Baccago's line of sight, adjusting his sweatpants for
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a second before setting up to do squats. In the mirror,
he could see Bacca go more easily without making it obvious.
Speaker 2 (10:52):
He was checking him out, and to his dismay, the
Blonde just focused harder on his workout. Damn.
Speaker 1 (11:00):
Kiri turned his focus to his exercises, again the back
of his mind, going back and forth.
Speaker 2 (11:04):
On the only other move he had left.
Speaker 1 (11:07):
It took half an hour before he finally caved, and
as Bakako began planking behind him, Kiri made a subtle
show of being very hot and sweaty, relishing in the way.
Speaker 2 (11:16):
Bakkago's gaze flickered to him.
Speaker 1 (11:19):
And then he stepped out of his sweats, revealing the
obscenely tight and short compression shorts he was wearing underneath.
For Christ's sake, Kirie was nearly naked. For all, it
mattered if Bakako wasn't looking at him now shit. Kirie
heard the quiet swear behind him, and he saw Bakka
Goo's lips move in the mirror, bright eyes locked onto
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Kirishima while his thighs and ass to bett had already
finished squatting. Maybe pretending he couldn't hear anything outside of
his still off headphones, Kirie began stretching before his next exercise,
at first, just some light warm up stretches in between sets,
before his face heated up as he spread his legs
and bent forward, grabbing an.
Speaker 2 (12:00):
Ankle in each hand.
Speaker 1 (12:03):
Mother fuck, Bakka Goo swore, dropping his plank and aggressively
grabbing his towel and water bottle before rushing past, Kioshi
meant to the locker rooms, refusing to look at the
man who had quickly straightened cheek's blazing. Oh my god,
Kiiroshima thought, I bically shook my ass in his face
and he ran away.
Speaker 2 (12:20):
What the fuck does that mean?
Speaker 1 (12:22):
Did he like what he'd seen or did he think
Kiri was an obnoxious jimbro who needed to be half
naked in public? O mental fuck?
Speaker 2 (12:28):
He needed more data.
Speaker 1 (12:29):
Dignity?
Speaker 2 (12:30):
What dignity.
Speaker 1 (12:32):
After his shower, he wrapped a short towel around his
waist and walked into the kitchen to get his protein shake,
running into no other than Bakka Goo, who was in
the process of assembling a salad and promptly froze at
the sight of him. Jesus Christ put some fucking clothes on.
Bakka Goo rolled his eyes and fuck his voice was delicious,
even when he was chewing kyrie out. I eat here, huh,
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I just showered. I'm all clean, man, I just need
He glanced at the protein powder on the shelf band Bakago,
and as he made to reach across the blonde for it.
The shorter man turned also at the same moment, trying
to grab it first, but instead bumping into Kiushima and
knocking his towel loose. Several things happened at once. First,
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Bakkako had successfully turned Jean's pulling Kyrie's towel with him. Second,
Kirie had fumbled to catch his towel and fallen forward,
catching himself on either side of Baka Go with his
hands on the counter, towel barely staying up pressed against
Baka Goo's lower back. Third, the blonde turned bright red
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and froze, stalk still biting his lip, all of which
Kirie witnessed since Kyrie's chin was hovering over his shoulder.
And finally, Dnkey walked in the front door, getting an
eye full of Kyri's bare ass.
Speaker 2 (13:48):
Pinning a fully hidden Baka Go to the counter.
Speaker 1 (13:51):
Holy shit, Carrie, we eat here.
Speaker 3 (13:53):
Man my eyes, God, go to your rooms or something.
Oh my god, you han't insince what it's not what
it looks like. Kirie panicked, pulling back but dropping the
towel in the process, and Bacca Goo whirled around to
push him back, but instead froze at the sight of
the fully naked man in front of him, hands pressed
against Kyrie's pecks and stealing in shock and something else.
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Oh my god, Kyrie squeaked, before quickly reaching for the
towel and he stily wrapping it around his waist.
Speaker 1 (14:23):
I didn't mean I'm so oh my god. He all
but fled the kitchen. Thank He's almost hysterical, laughter echoing
behind him as he shut the door, and Bacca Go
started yelling at the shorter Blode to shut the fuck up,
before Kirie threw himself onto his bed and pressed his
face into his billows. Holy shit, Bacca Go to see
his dick.
Speaker 2 (14:43):
Oh god. Kyrie knew he was well endowed, but it
wasn't exactly super experienced.
Speaker 1 (14:48):
And it was kind of too busy to date much
with his schedule.
Speaker 3 (14:51):
He really liked Bacca Go, and now he'd be looking
if the Blode didn't fucking move out of their apartment
and tear him to shreds the next time he saw him.
Speaker 1 (14:58):
Fuck when he called the hotline again that night. The
next night, Dynamite had just finished his intro, throwing in
a complaint about how he'd been through a fucking day
right from yesterday Dynamite asked, after introduce himself again, you'd
take my advice, shitty coward? Uh? Yeah, yeah I did.
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I'm pretty sure he hates my guts, not your fault.
I Uh, of course, I kind of fucked up your
advice and came on a little strong. I think I
gave him the wrong impression. Did he look at you?
Did he ever? Uh? Yeah, yeah, he shir did.
Speaker 2 (15:45):
Uh.
Speaker 1 (15:46):
Pretty sure he's pissed at me now, though I don't
know how to fix it. I just I just wanna
get to know him, not just mat him like a
deer on the wall. Dynamite teethed in a low laugh
that tugged at the corners of Kyrie's chest. Worry, not right,
I'm the expert here. So you like a guy and
he fucked up the first impression. Oops, sorry censors. Kyrie
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could almost hear the grin in his face, indicating he
wasn't sorry at all. All right, here's what you do.
If you mess up a first impression, you can still
save it. What is this guy like? Kirie thought for
a moment, he didn't know much about Bacca go apart
from his weird schedule. He cooked, he worked out, and
once a week. He'd order Indian food from a place
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down the street, and the spice burned Kyrie's nose through
the bag whenever Baka went to the.
Speaker 2 (16:34):
Front door just to pick it up.
Speaker 1 (16:37):
He likes spicy food. Yeah, maybe this guy is in
such a loser after all, Dynamite laughed. I haven't seen you,
but I can't imagine having a pretty muscle. I'd hit
on you and not jumping his bones. Carrie choked and
spluttered as Dynamite's laugh echoed on the line. You you
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don't even know what I look like. You have a
hot voice, and you're a beast, she said, can't imagine
your face is a let down? You said, you've been
called pretty. People don't tell huge dudes they're pretty unless
they are. That's a tip for every extra out they're listening. Oh,
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Kerrie smiled, blush creeping up his cheeks. Thank you, he said,
a little breathlessly. So Riot, here's the game plan. Make
this guy dinner or something spicy as hell. If he
can't handle the spice, he's a woos and doesn't deserve
your attention. Oh I'm not a good cook. Don't want
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to send him to the hospital or anything. Kiry chuckled.
Order him his favorite, then treat him as the thing,
and then give him a little space.
Speaker 2 (17:49):
Let him come to you. That way, you'll know he's
not still pissed.
Speaker 1 (17:55):
That could of work, Kirie grinned, hoping he could salvage
his image Bacchu Goo's eyes. After all, A fucking course
it will. And if the guy doesn't take the bait,
there's always me. Dynamite purd and Kyrie felt almost like
he was actually whispering it in his ear. You're way
more of a flirt than I'd expected, Kyrie smiled, and
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Dynamite's deep chuckle rumbled against his skin like goosebumps. Maybe
I just have a thing for sweet, awkward giants, he teased,
and Kirie laughed it off, thanking him and letting him
sign off the call with another soothing song. Kirie turned
the volume up on, leaning back in his chair and
letting the music wash over him. Dynamites seemed like such
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a cool guy. His voice was to die for, But
as attractive as he was, Kirie's thoughts kept drifting to
Bakka Go, specifically the look on Bakako's face when Kyrie's
towel had dropped and his hands had rested on Kyrie's
broad chest, a look Kirie hadn't been able to identify
until thinking about it now. It was hunger. And there
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you go. He's not calling you back because he didn't
make it clear he was supposed to call you first
call him. I'm sure he's been waiting. Don't be an idiot.
And with that, Kotsky signed off on another column. Let
the music go to the que he'd set up while
on the call, giving him a good twenty minute break
before accepting.
Speaker 2 (19:13):
The next one.
Speaker 1 (19:14):
It was almost seven am, just a little left to
go in his program, and then he'd be off again.
Maybe today he'd actually get to go to sleep for once,
instead of being plagued by visions of Agent Dix and
the adorable idiots attached to them. He stretched in his
chair before getting up and grabbing his now empty mug
while walking out of the studio and into the break
room for a refill and some piece of quiet. He'd
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barely closed his eyes and taken his first sip of
Cameo when the door burst open. God, and I can't
do it. I can't do it. I can't. She's so hot?
How is she so hot, her tasting music is so cool.
Speaker 3 (19:47):
I'm just gonna think I'm so lame because I've got
the peppy morning Top forty spot.
Speaker 1 (19:51):
Now ough, Mike is totally date blocking me with this gig.
Fuck o. Chaco Uraka dropped down onto the couch beside
him unceremoniously and covered her face with her hands. Hey
love Guru, sos bestie in crisis speak. She elbowed him
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and he glared as he narrowly dodged and saved his tea.
And she can stay in crisis. She's being stupid. Jiro
isn't superhuman. She's a chick. You're a chic. O kiss
already she likes you.
Speaker 2 (20:23):
Fuck You're so annoying.
Speaker 1 (20:25):
Is this loud at seven am? Fuck off? That's shit advice. Yeah,
well I'm not on air right now, so suck it
it being her face. Beyond that, I cannot help you.
I'm suffering already on my own. Thanks, oh six of you.
Room might wear a tight shirt again yesterday. Suddenly, Kotsky
wished he hadn't said anything, because then he wouldn't be
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trapped on the couch with a bright red face.
Speaker 2 (20:51):
Naked.
Speaker 1 (20:52):
He managed to after a moment saw him naked, touched
his chest, froze like a loser, and he literally ran away.
Probably thinks I'm a pervert for touching his chest and
staring at his fucking ginormous cock. I planned to fly
out to Alaska this evening and flip myself out to
sea forever.
Speaker 2 (21:10):
Thanks for asking.
Speaker 1 (21:14):
The late night love Guru. Being a fucking gay disaster
will never fail to make me laugh. Why the fuck
did you see him naked? Tele incident? Don't want to
talk about it. Stared at him in the gym too,
because he came in fucking shirtless, nipple piercings. Ooh those
are hot and that sucks. He definitely thinks you're a perv,
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a creepy, nipple obsessed perv. She nodded sagely, and he
resisted the urge to dump his tee on her lap. Thanks,
he hissed, big help. You are right back at you,
she clipped with a smirk as he got up just
in time to reach the door as it opened, and
a young woman with short, purple hair and facial tattoos
walked in. Bacca Gill hey Raga Zio nodded, clearly not
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a morning person. Hey, Jiro uh Rako wants you to.
He cut himself off with a lap as he dodged
a flying donut and closed the door behind him as
he heard Uraka stamer out some excuse and asked Ziro
how the morning slot for the alternative station was working
so far. At least this time she asked a whole
fucking question. He supposed, taking a seat again and putting
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his headphones back on. At least one of them was
making progress with their crush. When Katski Ibakao had first
seen Kiroshima, he'd been so stunned by his appearance he'd
promptly turned on his heel and walked right past the
man without speaking. And then Kiri had turned out to
keep the apartment tidy as buck, and he was so warm,
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and his smile could light up half the city easy
with glow of spear and Kanonskai had agreed to move
in with a feigned reluctance, as if he had been
two seconds away from asking the Redhead to marry him
go house hunting together instead to stop it all off.
Kishima seemed to fucking care about everyone and everything. He
asked Kotsky if he needed help, moving in building shelves
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a spotter at the gym.
Speaker 2 (23:05):
Fuck got the gym. Cotska hab been.
Speaker 1 (23:08):
So flustered when the redhead had turned to him after
squadding twice Kotsky's body weight like it was nothing, and
asked if the blonde needed a spotter. The only alternative
to please squat me that Kotski had managed was a
hissed fuck off. He'd wanted to throw himself into the sun,
and now this Kiashima's gonna think he was an antisocial
Virginia hostile pervert with volume control issues in a weird
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secret job, just like their other roommates did. Telling the
blonde one danky to shut the fuck up and mind
his business. After Kotsky had been caught obbling a naked
Kishima and the kitchen definitely wasn't gonna help his case either.
Koski really didn't want to have to move again, but
a Kishima talked to the others about what happened, and
that's what he wanted. Kikotski would accept it. Fuck it whatever.
Kotsky didn't care. He didn't and even if he did,
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Danamite didn't, So he cleared his throat, dropped his voice
a little lower and welcomed his last call at the shift,
trying to put that adorable sexy redhead from his mind.
Baka go wait up, Karashima called out as Baccaco finally
got up around noon, after damn near sneaking in the
morning to avoid you exactly this scenario. I know you
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get up around this time to eat, and I wanted
to apologize for yesterday. The redhead had a pretty blush
across his cheeks as he thrust a bag of food
into Blonde's hands. Apologize for what koons keeping the fucking
nut job almost fucking bondled him. He thought, Eh, the
fuck for idiot, great smooth cow's gap.
Speaker 2 (24:35):
People really love it when you fucking insult them.
Speaker 1 (24:39):
Well, I uh, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable
or anything yesterday. I definitely didn't mean to flash you,
and I know thank you gave you shit for it.
So I ordered from this place. That's how you like.
They told me a regular order when I called, it's
so cool that they know you. No, No, it was
mortifying actually that Kotski ordered their food so fucking offen
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that they knew him and his order.
Speaker 2 (25:02):
Oh fucking lame.
Speaker 1 (25:03):
Oh my god, anyway, I figured ordering was better than
making you something. Don't want to send you to the
hospital or anything. He laughed and stepped back a bit.
Kosky stared at him blankly. Don't want to send him
to the hospital.
Speaker 2 (25:16):
Why did that sound so familiar?
Speaker 1 (25:20):
Thanks, the blonde managed warily, and was inordinately proud of
himself for not adding an explosive or an insult. I'll
let you eat then see you around. I mean, I
mean we've lived together, so uh. Anyway, Kirie retreated back
to his room, closing the door rather forcefully, and Koski
felt the small smirt tuck at his lips when he
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heard a muffled but deep agonized groan from the other
side of the door. Cute, Why the hell, he muttered
to himself as he turned back into his room with
the food, sending it out across the low coffee table
and taking a seat on his floor cushion. He really
had gotten his usual order, complete with extra hot sauce
on the side, just like he liked it.
Speaker 2 (26:02):
What the fuck.
Speaker 1 (26:06):
Kiaroshima was awiding him? Kotsky was sure of it. It
was his day off, Sunday, the one day of the
week he didn't do his show at night, and he
hadn't seen the Redhead since he hinted him the surprise food.
Speaker 2 (26:18):
Well, I had seen him, but when.
Speaker 1 (26:20):
He'd come out of his room after the surprise meal,
the Redhead had made a beeline to his room from
the kitchen without even grabbing a snack. Then he'd skipped
his workout, leaving Kotsky alone in the gym that afternoon,
and Kotski realized the only time he'd definitely catch him
was when the Redhead left for work. Shit, okay, fuck,
dear lord, someone tell him why he was awkwardly standing
in the kitchen holding a bun too at seven thirty pm,
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waiting for kioShiMa to come out of his room just
before he was but to cut his losses and pretending
never made the damn thing. Kiashima burst out of his room,
tie loose and shirt wrinkled, cursing under his breath he
must have overslept.
Speaker 2 (26:53):
Kotzi thought, a fuck, fuck, fuck it, Bakka.
Speaker 1 (26:58):
The Redhead turned to him, as if just noticing the
awkwardest fuck way Kotsky was standing in the entry away
to the kitchen, clutching at tupperware for dear life here huh.
Why why did Kotsky everything for him most Why couldn't
you be attracted to smooth, intelligent, avert sized men. You
got me food.
Speaker 2 (27:17):
I made you food. It's whatever.
Speaker 1 (27:20):
He thrust the box into kuriosy Ma has large hands,
and then shoved his hands into his pockets. Oh wow,
thank you so much. That's so nice of you. You
didn't have to. I mean, I was just apologizing. I
said it's whatever, so it's whatever. I don't like owing people,
he scoffed, looking off to the side to temper the
rising heat in his cheeks. You know, technically, since mine
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was an apology, I owe you now. Kurashima smiled, his
eyes crinkling around the edges. I gave you my number
when you moved in. I don't know if you still
have it, but I do. I have it. I have it.
Kotsky let out of breath and looked back up at
the red head, grinning at him. What about it, Maybe
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when we're both free, we can get dinner together or something,
Kotsky felt, his eyes almost given to the urge to
bug out of his fucking head.
Speaker 2 (28:15):
Was a date? Was this a fucking date? And actual date?
Speaker 1 (28:18):
Holy shit?
Speaker 2 (28:20):
Sure? I'll text you to have my number or whatever.
Speaker 1 (28:24):
Kotsky was fully unprepared for the hut that enveloped him
as soon as he turned to leave, hot thick arms
wrapping around him tightly for a second before Kiyoshima was
pulling back. It's a date.
Speaker 2 (28:33):
I'm so late, I gotta go, but we'll talk soon.
Speaker 1 (28:36):
Mmm. Kotsky hummed, lips pressed firmly together as he tried
to get his shoulders away from his fucking ears and
relax again. Luckily that was enough for kioShiMa, who hurried
out the door, but not before Kosky kind him fist
bumping the air just before the door closed. It's a date.
Speaker 2 (28:53):
Fuck.
Speaker 1 (28:57):
Kiri hadn't been able to call into the show that night,
as it was the one night the program wasn't running,
but that was okay. He'd needed twenty four hours to
emotionally process the fact that he maybe had a date.
I mean, he'd said date, and Bakovo hadn't killed him.
He'd even texted Kotsky's text, Hey, I'm off Sundays, so
if you have Sunday off sometime we should have dinner
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or you could do lunch another day. Kotski kreshy Met
almost lost his mind reading the text over and over,
and had responded in kind, I've got a day off
next Sunday. I'd love to take you to this place downtown.
It's call Eracers. They have a spicy burger. I think
you'd love motocon for the big smiley Kotsky's text, okay,
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you're ready at seven period. Kirie had texted back an
onslaught of excited emojis, and Bakovo had left him on red,
but that was okay because they had a date. Right.
Hey there, Riot, how are things with your loser done?
And my pard ready for an upgrade? He teased, okay,
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so maybe leaving Kiri on Red and not seeing the
bond before he'd left for work the next day, and
after all that fateful meal exchanging it had Kirie on edge,
but it was nothing. I love expert console right not quite.
Speaker 2 (30:20):
I think I have a date. I mean I'm not
sure it's a date.
Speaker 1 (30:23):
I mean, I don't know if if he knows it's
a date. I thought he agreed to a date because
I said date. But then my friend come. I mean,
like one of my roommates said, it's maybe maybe it's
a friend date, so holy fuck riot, shut up. I
have never heard someone say date so much in my life.
Sorry censors, Kyrie can almost hear the cheeky grin. If
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you say it's a date, it's a date. The fuck
is a friend date? I'll kick your ass.
Speaker 2 (30:49):
I'll take it.
Speaker 1 (30:49):
He liked the food, Yeah, I mean I think so.
He even made me a bento in return.
Speaker 2 (30:56):
The static on the radio mixed with dead Air.
Speaker 1 (31:00):
Dynamite did the call drop? No, he made you what.
Dynamite's boys had gone oddly tight in a way that
seemed almost familiar to Kiri then, and he had been
listening to the show for ages. Uh, he made me
a bento.
Speaker 2 (31:16):
I work lad.
Speaker 1 (31:17):
Shifts, and before I left he gave me this one
as a thank you. We're roommates. I guess I forgot
to mention that, Uh, he made me a bento. I
worked lay shifts, and before I left he gave me
one as a thank you yesterday.
Speaker 2 (31:33):
We're roommates. I guess I forgot to mention that.
Speaker 1 (31:35):
Huh, Kotski couldn't breathe.
Speaker 2 (31:40):
This couldn't be a coincidence. What did he said? Fuck?
Speaker 1 (31:44):
Fuck? He told Ryan to peacock and then Kiri had
been half naked and or he told Ryo to give
his crush food and space. Kiri had gotten a takeout
and let him eat in peace, and then he'd made
Kiri a bento.
Speaker 2 (31:57):
Riot's crush had made him a bento. They had plans.
Speaker 1 (32:01):
Oh my god, Oh my fucking god, it seems we're
experiencing a technical problem here at the studio.
Speaker 2 (32:09):
Riot, You'll have to call back tomorrow.
Speaker 1 (32:13):
And with that he hung up the calling cute at
music to play for the duration of this very appropriate
panic attack. Bacca Goo, what's going on? Why do you say?
There was a tech Bacca Go studio head and radio
personality present. Mike aka his Ashaly Yamada burst through the
doors the moment the music started to see Baccago hunched
over in his chair with his head in his hands,
trying to breathe. Fuck a fuck fuck fuck fuck, hey kid,
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cool it, Jesus, what's going on? Breathe with me, Breathe
with me. The older blonde got Bacca Go by the
shoulders and pushed him up to breathe. In the six
years Baccao had been with the station, he's actually had
seen him in fights on rampageous feuds. He seen him
loses temper more times than either of them could count,
but he'd never seen Bacca go freak out quite like
this before.
Speaker 2 (33:00):
It's as she liked to think that they were close.
Speaker 1 (33:02):
He'd taken Coscander his wing when he'd been an indie
podcaster with a moderate following trying to break into radio.
He'd been there when Bakagu had declined pre recording the show,
and when he'd asked for the all night slot, uncommon
as hell, but the show's ratings spoke for themselves. That
was the thing about doing things other people normally wouldn't.
It attracted attention other people normally couldn't, and with the
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success in following he built. Of course, bokavill was allowed venience.
He could think a few curses past the censors now
and then he had a night spot so he could
get a little flirty and a little raunchy. He'd get
into fights with snobby techs and execs and still have
a job and a slot afterwards. Even so, Baccaville was
a professional. He didn't take advantage of the lenience he
afforded him more than he felt was unavoidable, and he
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didn't mix business with pleasure. He was friends with Douraka,
who he'd been friends with before, a host on the
mainstream station, friendly enough with Gio on the old rock station,
and he coexisted with anyone else on the station that
he had to.
Speaker 2 (33:59):
At least he's he was pretty.
Speaker 1 (34:00):
Sure he did, and as he didn't receive any complaints
well from others. He received plenty from bacca Go himself,
but he'd realized early on that most of those were
empty and in some cases were actually hidden praise. Long
story short, is actually spoke fluent Baccago and he had
no idea what was happening right now. Fuck, I think
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the listener I've been talking to as my roommate and
the guy I've been giving advice on is me. And
I'm a fucking idiots savant because the advice has been
fucking working. The young blonde hiss and has actually bit
his lip. You're kidding, Oh my god, that's so romantic. No,
it's not romantic. It's stupid. What do I even do now?
Or he sure it's him? Ninety nine percent? Sure it's him,
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Well find out that one percent if he calls again,
give him specific advice see if he takes it, then
you'll know this feels unnecessarily complicated and you're enjoying yourself
too much. Old man.
Speaker 2 (34:58):
I'm not old kid. Take my advice or don't.
Speaker 1 (35:00):
But you're on the air in five after the song,
and now that I know the phones are fine, you've
got calls waiting, he chirped, patting the blonde on the
head happily and turning to leave. What Bako got got
a lot of leniency? He never said, Baka, who got
any leniency from him? The rest of the show went
buy in a blur, and Koski walked straight past Kioshimo
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when he'd finally come home in the morning, not even
bothering to look up when the redhead wished him good
night with a smile.
Speaker 2 (35:25):
As the blonde had half a run to his room.
Speaker 1 (35:28):
Seconds later, his phone pinged Kirshimus text, hey man, good
night at work.
Speaker 2 (35:35):
Kosky shouldn't respond.
Speaker 1 (35:36):
He shouldn't. He didn't know if Kishima was right. He's
no why Kishima bothered with him regardless. Fuck. He shed
his clothes and fell into bed, phone in hand as
he stared at the screen. Fuck Kotsky's text, Yeah, kirshi
mus text want kuddles to.
Speaker 2 (35:57):
Make it better. Kosky drop fell on his face.
Speaker 1 (36:01):
Out. Fuck shit out, he swore, pinching his nose and
blinking away the tears that had sprung to his eyes
upon impact.
Speaker 2 (36:08):
Holy shit, fuck, what had he just read?
Speaker 1 (36:11):
He scrambled to reread the text, and then again and again.
He waited so long just staring at it, that two
things happened at once. Three dots pulsated above Kishima's icon
once more, and Kaski realized he did actually want to
be cuddled by the generous redhead until he felt better.
He'd been nursing a crushed since they'd met, and every
encounter'd only fanned the flames. And now, if he really
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was riot, they'd actually spent quite some time talking, so
maybe maybe he was sleep deprived. He could uh, he
could blame that Tasky's text. Yeah, the dots above Kishima's
name vanished. There was a knock at his door before
it opened hesitantly. Bakaka, Oh my god, oh fuck, oh
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my god, oh my god. Why he down that whi
he down? That he was on I mean his boxers,
I mean thankfully under the sheets. But still Kirshi was
gonna think he oh the fuck if he didn't already
think k Kotsky was a perverse certainly would fucking noll?
Speaker 2 (37:09):
Can I come in hard to deliver cuddles from near
the room?
Speaker 1 (37:13):
Why was his voice so gentle? Wasn't he nervous? Fuck? Yeah?
Bakko Goo barely recognized his own tired voice as he
looked up at the redhead.
Speaker 2 (37:22):
Finally, Kirshima had changed his work, since he'd.
Speaker 1 (37:26):
Gotten home before Kotsky after all, and was in a
T shirt and sweats, hair still damp from the shower,
and Koski was suddenly acutely aware that he had fallen
into bed without showering. His eyelander was probably smudged, and
his hair was a mess. And oh, when had kurshim
Ha gotten so close? Kyrie sat at the edge of
the bed so lightly, as though scared that moving too
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fast would startle Kosky away.
Speaker 2 (37:49):
Dumb ass, he thought, it's my bed. Where would I go? Mm?
Speaker 1 (37:55):
Stay on top of the covers? No funny business, no
funny business? Why why had he said that? What year
was it? Ninety? There's no funny business? As if he
had been dreaming of curios. She went, bending him over
every piece of furniture in the apartment since they moved in.
No funny, Krosky was going to try. He was gonna
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move to Alaska or Finland or Iceland, Greenland. Kosky was
gonna find an iceberg, flung himself out to sea and
die alone.
Speaker 2 (38:25):
Okay, Carrie whispered, moving to lay down behind back.
Speaker 1 (38:29):
Can I can I hol hold you? Can? You fuck
pretty hard to cuddle if you don't shut him up? Fucking?
Oh my god?
Speaker 2 (38:43):
Why why couldn't he be fucking pleasant? For what's god?
He thought?
Speaker 1 (38:48):
A warm puff of air hit the sensitive skin on
Konsky's neck, and all thoughts melted out of his head
as warm arms wrapped around him and pulled him back
onto a broad chest. Carrie's lips rested near his ear.
Speaker 2 (39:01):
Was this okay?
Speaker 1 (39:02):
Kiashima whispered, mm, yeah, it's okay. Kotzky fell asleep so
much faster than he'd ever feel comfortable, admitting he woke
up to his daily alarm in the evening and saw
snores next to his ear, s waite snores. He opened
his eyes to the sudden realization that he was not
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laying on a pillow but a rather comfortable broad chest
in fact, he was laying entirely on top of Kiroshima,
tangled in the sheets between them, while the redhead scrunched
his face in his sleep. At the intrusion of the alarm,
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kat carefully reached over to turn it off and went
back to staring at the man beneath him, trying to
figure out why the fuck he'd agreed to accept fucking
cuddles from his roommate. Slash cut slash maybe days slash
maybe listener. They hadn't even gone out yet. Katzi absolutely
did not sweak when Kyrie's arms wrapped around him without
warning and held him tightly, and his face did not
bypass the entire spectrum of red and settle on an
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alarming shade of purple when the red had pressed a
sleepy kissed his forehead. Except he did, because what the fuck?
Good morning, Kirie mumbled easily, as if this were just
another Tuesday for this asshole.
Speaker 2 (40:17):
Maybe it was, No, it was ridiculous. They did the
same schedule.
Speaker 1 (40:21):
There was no way Kiashima was waking up with anyone
on a regular basis. So Kishima Kotski had meant to growl,
but it had come out far too soft. Instead, voice
raspy with sleep mm. M oh hey, Baca girl. Kirrie
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gave him a dopey smile, eyes barely open, and Kowski
fought the urges to kiss him or bash his head
in with a pillow. You're holding me Mmm. I came
for kettles. I'm doing my job. It's four pm.
Speaker 2 (40:58):
Really nice. I slept so well. You're so comfit?
Speaker 1 (41:03):
Is that am all my plushy? Kosky scrambled to reach
for the other side of Karashima, where the offending plushy
was propped, but Kiri tightened his hold, so Kotsky only
ended up wriggling against him until Kiaraoshima groaned and immediately froze,
face heating up. Oh my god, Oh my god, it's huge.
I forgot and I met oh, Kotsky thought. Kiri released Katski,
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but the blonde stayed stock still. Parker grow, If you, uh,
I want to avoid any funny business, you should you
should get off of me now. Karoshima grasped hands firmly
on the bed, eyes fixed on Kotsky. Kotsky didn't move,
and Kiyoshima's eyes widened. Akago, did you hear what I said? Yeah?
Speaker 2 (41:55):
I heard you muscles. I'm feeling my muscles.
Speaker 1 (42:01):
Kiri's hands tentatively moved back to Kotsky's waist, and the
contact burned in a way it hadn't before. Kotsky had
no idea what expression he was making any more, but
from Kiri's at least, it seemed like.
Speaker 2 (42:12):
The red Head liked what he saw.
Speaker 1 (42:15):
I'm not complaining about them. Kotsky went for nonchalant, but
ended up sounding a bit more intimate than he cared
to admit. Kiri's face was closer now, and every cell
in Kotsky's body was screaming that this was a horrible idea,
that they hadn't even gone out, that they were roommates,
and every thought flew out the window, and Kirstyma's hands
trailed up his sides to his face, cupping him more
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gently than maybe anyone ever had some ghosting over Kotsky's
bottom lip, as if the Redhead was still wondering if
he should lean in our weait, so Kotsky leaned in and.
Speaker 2 (42:46):
Chose for him.
Speaker 1 (42:47):
It didn't feel like a first kiss. It felt electric, yes, exciting,
but also familiar and comfortable, like they'd done it a
thousand times already, and just never lost the spark. Their
lips slotted together again and again with ease, and Kotsky
barely had to adjust to swallow the deep moment from
Kirshima's throat when their tongues met for the first time.
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The hands that had been at Kosky's face were now
firmly wrapped around his bare back, pulling a gasp from
Kotsky's lips as the Redhead rolled them around to more
or let's Pinkosky to the mattress. We should probably stop
right Kiarashima panted against Kotsky's neck, bumping against the sensitive
spot and drying an embarrassing wine from the blonde that
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had Kiushima shuddering. If you stop right now, I'll kick
your asp, oh, Kotsky. The Redhead captured his lips again,
pulling their hips together with a tortured sound that caused
heat to clawb the Blode's chest. I wanted you, I
want you so bad, Kiyoshima nipped at his jaw with
(43:53):
his non supporting hand, moving to trail against Kotsky's chest
down the edge of his boxters to tease the sense
of skin there. Hotsky sighed and let his hands dig
into the soft, unstyled red hair that fell around Kirie's shoulders,
tugging when Kyrie's teeth dragged against his collar bond.
Speaker 2 (44:12):
Honey, I'm home.
Speaker 1 (44:15):
Dankey's voice echoed through the apartment, causing the two in
bed to freeze. Kurrie. Come on, we're gonna be late.
Speaker 2 (44:23):
What the actual fuck is he doing here already? Kotsky hissed,
closing his eyes and letting his head fall back into
the pillow.
Speaker 1 (44:33):
And late for what. Kirie looked absolutely horrified in contrast
to the flush that curled down his chest and his
kiss swollen lips. Oh my god, fuck, I'm so fucking sorry. Shit,
our friend Tessa's engagement party. I forgot when we started,
you know, Get off me. Then Kosky shoved the man
(44:58):
in the chest to no avail. Kishima frowned thoughtfully before
perking up.
Speaker 2 (45:03):
No.
Speaker 1 (45:03):
Kathi Chip said no, I didn't even ask yet, absol
fuckingly not hair for brains. I am not going with
you to that thing. I have work at eight that's
in four hours, three and a half and I haven't
even showered. I think you smell great. Kiyoshima nuzzled his
neck and Kosky yelped at the sudden bite that punctuated
his claim. Kiaraoshima, No, wait, what even has this is
(45:24):
Baka Goo my roommate, I flashed him. We have a
date this weekend. We almost fucked a few hours ago. Hi,
I think Kosky my date is probably enough. Dinky can
fill them in on the rest later. Dunsface's presence is
not selling me on this event. Red fine, I don't
want to go. Yes, you fucking do. You probably have
(45:44):
a role in the wedding or something, you overgrown golden retriever.
Koski shoved at him one more time, and the redhead relented,
pulling the blonde up with him. Though as he moved
to sit on the bed, Kiaraoshima pulled him into another
mind blowing kiss, and Kosky almost s adjested, blowing off
the event entirely, and the red head chuckled jeepishly.
Speaker 2 (46:02):
I'm uh, I'm the best man.
Speaker 1 (46:05):
Actually, get out, Oh my god, get out, get out,
get out, get out, get out. Kushima laughed as Kansky
thumped him on the head with two little forced to
actually hurt, but the Redhead allowed him to drive him
towards the door, stealing one more kiss before Dankey's stunned
yelling hit through yours and Kansk slammed his door shut again.
(46:27):
The fuck are you doing my studio?
Speaker 2 (46:29):
Cheeks?
Speaker 1 (46:30):
Hey there, black Ago, I'm doing great. I just wanted
to check on my long suffering gay disaster A friend
after he thought out his crush as maybe his collar.
Speaker 2 (46:39):
Is actually told you to be my moral support again.
Speaker 1 (46:41):
Huh oh yeah, and you can be mine. I texted
Giro to ask her if she wanted to go to
a movie on her next day off. What did she say?
I don't know. I paniced to turn my phone off.
I'm like, what the fuck were Roka? When was this
two hours ago? Hey? Inappropriate workplace behavior?
Speaker 2 (47:00):
She yelled as he.
Speaker 1 (47:01):
Reached over to her to pull her phone out of
her pocket as he easily.
Speaker 2 (47:04):
Moved around, and she ended up putting him in a headlock.
Speaker 1 (47:08):
In retaliation, he turned on and unlocked her phone damn
for knowing her password and read out loud, half yelling
through a slowly crushed windpipe, Kulcus text, sure sounds fun
x x see she said, yes, you're fucking half orc,
He snarked with a wheeze, as Uraka released him with
(47:28):
a squeal and grabbed her phone to text her back NERD.
Speaker 2 (47:32):
She shot back, without even looking up. If you fucked
with my voice, I'll kill you.
Speaker 1 (47:36):
Yeah? Yeah, whatever, So what movie should we go see?
The fuck are you asking me for? Stupid? Ask her,
I'm not going on a date with your ass, and
thank god, she rolled her eyes.
Speaker 2 (47:46):
You're on in a minute, are you ready?
Speaker 1 (47:48):
Duh? No? Fuck? Okay, No, you're such a dick, he
glared as he made sure everything was ready for the start,
and she smirked in her chair, giving him a thumb up.
And now they you got this. He flipped her off
and pressed his mic on. Hey there, listeners, it's eight
(48:09):
thirty pm, and you know what that means. It's time
for Caramel Radio, which means I'm all yours until the
morning comes. So let's have some fun tonight. Welcome Color,
you are on the air. Don't waste my time. Dynamite's
always filled Kirie's ears, and he grinned. Hey, Dynamite, it's
a riot. We got a cut off yesterday, right, so
(48:33):
you're hitting in your roommate.
Speaker 2 (48:35):
Huh, how's that going mad? Don't make a move yet,
Kirie laughed.
Speaker 1 (48:41):
Yeah. Actually he had a a pretty rough time at
work yesterday, I think, and he let me cuddle him
all night. Well day, we have nocturnal schedules. Anyway, I
uh even got a kiss. I got way more than
a kiss. But if I know I was talking about
him on the radio at all, he'd probably kill me.
Kiri thought, sounds like things are going pretty well, which
(49:02):
isn'tthing my advice for. Was it just him or was
Dynamite's voice raspier than usual? Was it deeper somehow? Well?
I had to leave in kind of a hurry, and
I didn't get a chance to talk to him about
the kiss or any of it.
Speaker 2 (49:15):
And you've helped me so much.
Speaker 1 (49:17):
I just I thought maybe you'd know how to go about,
you know, talking about it without.
Speaker 2 (49:23):
Making a mess of things.
Speaker 1 (49:24):
I just don't want him to get the wrong idea.
Kirie bit his lip, leading back into his chair as
he closed his eyes. Hm, and so to talk about
Just tell him it didn't mean anything. He wants some
in casual he's a he's a big boy. I mean,
I'm sure he's a big boy. He can handle it.
(49:44):
Did Dynamites not disappointed? Huh No? Fuck no, No, that's
like the opposite of what I mean, I like him
so much. I mean, god, it meant so much to me.
I just wanted to make it special and see him
off his feet. And now I'm worried that he thinks
it's casual. But it's not. It's like totally not casual.
It's the opposite of casual, like business formal or something.
(50:05):
Kirie argued towards, coming out unfiltered and too fast for
his brain to rain in.
Speaker 2 (50:09):
Was that a gasp he heard and it squealed? Maybe
it was just a static.
Speaker 1 (50:14):
When Dynamite finally spoke, it was with a rumble of
affection Kirie hadn't heard on the show before, amusement tinging
his words. You have a business formal feelings for this guy.
Oh man, I really am a himbo. See this is
why I call you. Can you imagine if I had
said that shit didn't he'd laugh me out the door
(50:34):
and we lived together. I'd be so stupid I could
keep out of my own flat. Kirie groaned, and Dynamite
was openly laughing. Now, okay, okay, calm down, Romeo. I
don't think you'd be homeless after this, all right, Maybe
he'll think it's charming, it's kind of cute. You think
I'm cute, I said, the dumb confession was cute. Don't
get a twisted red right right? But did you just
(50:57):
call me? Kosky and Uraka stared at each other in
an abject horror, completely silent. Oh my god, oh my god,
oh my god, my fucking god.
Speaker 2 (51:12):
I called your riot right now.
Speaker 1 (51:15):
You didn't the fuck else what I have called you?
Kosky made panic as at Uraka as he continued playing dumb,
and she typed furiously on her noes that before holding
up a sign that said deny, deny, deny, and he
rolled his eyes and smacked her up the head for
being fully unhopeful. You called me red. You told me
you had red hair. No I didn't, Yes you did.
(51:35):
No I didn't. Yes, Kotsky hissed, you did. Hurkas slammed
a hand on the censor button herself just in time.
What even is it about this guy that you like
so much? Anyway?
Speaker 2 (51:49):
Sounds like a douche.
Speaker 1 (51:51):
He's not. He's awesome.
Speaker 2 (51:53):
I think he's just anxious.
Speaker 1 (51:55):
Uraka slapped herself. She had to move her hand to
cover her mouth so fast to keep in the snort
that threatened to escape, but he's really cool. He's sweet
to me in his way, and funny when he thinks
no one can hear him. Sometimes I hear him drop
one lighters under his breast when our roommates are bugging him,
and it's all I can do not to laugh.
Speaker 2 (52:13):
He's kind of rough on the outside, but.
Speaker 1 (52:14):
He let me hold him just because I asked to.
And when he's just trying to get groceries, he always
gets everyone's favorit snacks, even if they're not on sail.
Speaker 2 (52:21):
And he's beautiful.
Speaker 1 (52:23):
He's so he's beautiful. Koski and Oraka's jaws were on
the floor. The woman had goddamn tears rolling open her eyes.
Koski switched the mic to press the talk and took
his finger off the button. Holy shit, he said to Iraka,
who nodded a shock. I gotta go, seik Yoka. That
(52:45):
was so romantic. Good luck, Baka, catch your man. She
laughed a little as she left. Katski pressed the mic
back on. Uh shit him, he sounds great. I uh
don't think he'll need my VI, though Kiri's voice sounded
a touch out of breath when he replied to the
quizzical huh, why not Kotsky took a deep breath because
(53:14):
he definitely heard all of that. Kieri felt his stomach drop.
What did you say, I said, I heard you, muscles.
The call clicked, is Dynamite? Koski hung up. Kirie vaguely registered.
(53:37):
Dynamite's voice announced the next songs, and then music filled
the air.
Speaker 2 (53:40):
Just before his phone started.
Speaker 1 (53:41):
Buzzing, with Kotsky's contact flashing on the screen. Kirie picked
up wordlessly. Uh hey, Red. Kotsky's rough voice crackled over
the line. Yeah, yeah, this whole time. I I didn't know,
Kotsky interjected quickly. I didn't know you were riot. I
(54:02):
suspected it yesterday for the first time. I swear, I
swear I wasn't playing you or anything, Kirie, I would
never I was sure today now I Kotsky's voice cut off,
and Kirie focused on breathing evenly. Did you mean that.
Speaker 2 (54:20):
The stuff you said?
Speaker 1 (54:22):
Kiri laughed, and to his surprise, it was a watery sound, overwhelmed,
tears creeping into his eyes.
Speaker 2 (54:30):
What the part of having business formal feelings for you?
Speaker 1 (54:36):
Katski barked out, a laugh that released some of the
tension in Kirie's shoulders. Yeah, that and the rest of
the stuff you said about me. Mm I said a lot. Huh, yeah,
I meant it. He heard Kosky let out a burst
of Aaron smiled. I think you're having a pretty rough
day at work, Kotsky said, after a minute of mutual silence.
(55:00):
Hmm me. Kirie's brow furrowed. I'm yeah, Kosky put him
off breathlessly. I think when you got home you're gonna
need cuddles and breakfast or whatever. I will make us something.
Kirie felt. A blush fled his cheeks as he bit
his lip. Oh. He hummed a little, listening to Kosky's
(55:25):
nervous breath on the phone. Yeah, I think you're right.
I'll see you at home. Then, Kirie tried not to
feel too giddy over the relieved exhale he heard.
Speaker 2 (55:35):
On the line.
Speaker 1 (55:37):
Yeah, okay, gonna listen to my show always do okay, okay.
Kotsky hung up, and Kirie took a moment for himself
to spin around his chair, pumping his fists in the
air as he heard Dynamite's voice fill the air again.
Speaker 2 (55:56):
Thank you for.
Speaker 1 (55:57):
Listening to Caramel Radio. I hope you enjoyed the longest
stretch of music. Turns out I had some business formal
feelings of my own eplog my type. Pretty bold of
you to ask, listener, Baker goes, scoffed and tossing his
feet up on the soundboard. A few weeks later, you
(56:18):
guys have gotten pretty damn curious these past few weeks.
But I'll humor you, I suppose, he grinned across the
room to the red head standing in the hall, waving
through the window in the wall.
Speaker 2 (56:29):
It was almost seven am.
Speaker 1 (56:30):
Kirie had managed to get someone to cover his shift
early so he could pick up the blonde from work.
Kotsky could already see the bags of takeout in Adri's
hands and force himself to focus on his last collar.
A nosy little shit, but it gave him a good
chance to tease his boyfriend on air. Hm, he has
to be tall. I like muscles. The more the better,
(56:52):
he smirked. I've definitely got a thing for himbos, and
I really really have a thing for red heads.
Speaker 2 (57:01):
I get bored easy.
Speaker 1 (57:03):
So his voice was damned near drooping honey down the line,
and Karashima found himself holding his breath as he stared
back into playful red eyes through the glass, blushed, steadily rising.
Speaker 2 (57:15):
They've got to be a real riot.
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