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[ saitama's secret stash...

...is something of a misnomer. there's nothing really secret about it, for one; the man doesn't have a lot of space to work with, and everything there is to see in his home is more or less in plain sight. he doesn't have much to hide, made abundantly clear every time genos performs a thorough bi-weekly sweep of their surroundings.

sensei, this flyer is from last month...
don't mind it, it doesn't expire for a while, you know?

the coupons tend to be long-expired, but genos won't say a thing. it's better to live and let live, or on those cases, not let his sensei know so he can pick up any wanted groceries in his stead. saitama doesn't need to know the real price. if he wants to keep thinking the value is worth something in the long run, so be it. frugality is one of his dozens of virtues, anyway.

what passes for the stash is typically nothing more than the latest magazines, advertisements, and other paraphernalia well-stocked by genos to ensure that sensei is continuing to thrive. originally it started out as something of a team effort (though saitama really hadn't seen the need at the time), growing into more and more of genos's side project over time. it makes sense, what with how busy sensei is these days. there's always a squabble here, a fight there, the here association pulling at their ears all the while...

lately saitama isn't even around, which leaves his young ward to his own devices, more often than not. there's no problem in it when genos has plenty of things to study, hero duties he can catch up on, plus the occasional tune-up at dr. kuseno's lab.

which leads him to wonder: what in the world is with this growing pile of discs in the living room?

video games... genos knows of them. his years spent as a cyborg of justice doesn't mean he's forgotten the past, forgotten some of the things which used to fill his spare time. but why are they filling sensei's? surely his hours could be better spent climbing the ranks of the association, just as he encouraged genos to do. not that sensei doesn't know best; he probably has a plan he hasn't told genos of yet, doing things in his own way. sensei, after all, is the strongest man the world has ever seen. what does ranking have to do with it?

at this point it's purely speculation. they could be here due to any number of things. there's no telling they belong to saitama in the first place. it's entirely possible they might have something to do with how much time he spends around the s-class's seventh best. as for why king would be influencing him to bring home piles and piles of games, it's beyond genos's reasoning. is it for training? it has to be for training.

now he's drawn a conclusion, able to proceed with no issues. a little tidying is fine, far from unwelcome, and sensei will appreciate it. if he asks, it's very possible they could play together too, like he does with the king.

if...oh.

wait.

a lot of these don't look like they're for two players at all...

and that is how the biomechanical boy has found himself sprawled out on the floor in the middle of the afternoon, transfixed by a now-empty jewel case with a scantily-clad girl on the packaging, her moans on the television screen ringing in his ears.

training. this is for training. sensei just needed a little...brushing up on how to talk to women. judging from how genos has fared in his game so far, he doesn't seem to have the same trouble. if anything, it's been all too easy to win over this virtual girl's affections and lure her into the bedroom. surely they don't act this way in the real world, too. genos's fanclub throwing themselves at them left and right is harrowing enough! ]

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[ should he coax him out? perhaps with the right phrasing he can get him to simmer down... ]

You're cute. I'm sorry.

[ or he could blurt out the first things that come to mind. not the most well-devised strategy. ]

[ it would be so much easier to not turn into a mess if genos had some tact with his words. since that won't change, sonic has to live with the myriad of emotions tangling up inside him, face slightly overheating.

shoves his hood even further down his face, shoulders all scrunched up to do more of that hiding that's not very effective. ]

You're so—! [ he sounds frustrated. all he can do in retaliation is kick at genos's shin firmly. ]

[ clank. ]

I didn't know this was the great Speed o' Sound Sonic's weak spot. [ raises his eyebrows curiously. he should have done this while they brawled if it's having such an effect... ]

It's not. [ well, perhaps it is if genos is the one who's saying it at such a peaceful moment between them. ] You're dumb. Stupid toaster. Good for nothing space heater—

[ excuse him while he mutters so much more nonsense under his breath. ]

I'm pretty good at heating your space...

[ delivers this nonchalantly, inspecting a dust mite on the ends of his fingers. for a busy restaurant, you'd think they'd keep it spick and span... ]

... [ well, at least that shuts him up finally, carefully lifting his head, then the rest of his body up to regard genos. down the menus go, closing them and smoothing out imaginary wrinkles off the surface. ] Yeah, well...

[ there, this a much better direction to take things in, easily slipping on another lazy grin. as if he weren't blindsided a minute ago, sonic slides and wiggles out of one of his shoes, the socked foot that's covered in something that's smoother than cotton roaming dangerously up genos's leg. ]

When will you do that again?

[ oh, no. genos won this round, as far as he's concerned, so he won't budge an inch. ]

Whenever you'd like. [ were they not dangerously out in the open, it could have been as soon as twenty minutes ago. his credibility as a hero was never really much of a hindrance to him until right then. ]

[ hums, still toeing at the inside of his thigh. ]

How about now? [ sonic has no shame, he'd probably bask in having a huge audience. ]

[ past the detection of pressure, there's not much genos can currently feel there. it'd probably just make sonic prod him harder, so it's his secret. ]

Whenever, not wherever. [ is he doing this on purpose, or does grammar sail straight over his head? ]

[ he's having fun anyway, since it's a more comfortable space to dwell in. just shrugs a shoulder, gesturing a bit with a hand. ] You never specified that.

You'll miss out on the curry. [ isn't that why they're here? ]

[ twines his fingers together, chin resting atop his knuckles. ]

Yeah, but aren't there better things to taste?

... [ looks at him for a long, solid while. ]

I wouldn't know. [ they've barely scratched the surface, when they get down to it. ]

[ roams his eyes over what he can see on genos, quirking an eyebrow skyward. ]

Me neither. [ that makes it all a more exciting prospect. ]

[ genos is the first to break eye contact, although his legs spread wider. ]

We could...work on that. [ dips his chin back into the palm of his hand, elbow creaking on the table. ]

[ grins happily, taking that as a cue for him to stop the soft circles he's making with his big toe, push the ball of his foot inward towards a hard crotch instead. ]

I look forward to it.

[ clonk. there's nothing here. ]

Do you?

[ nothing, certainly, but sonic doesn't mind. he knows what's lurking under. ]

Of course. [ leans forward before tugging genos closer by the front of his hoodie, whispering lowly, excitedly: ] I thought about you every time I touched myself while we were apart.

[ oh. ] ...you never mentioned that.

[ why did he never mention that? ]

[ releases him and nestles back comfortably. ]

It was my little secret until now.

[ lets out a heavy breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in. ]

You're holding out on me. [ but he's happy, somehow. ]

[ he's half-way through removing the wrap from his head before he stops, blinking at his friend owlishly. ]

Of course I am. What'll I do if you get tired of me? [ he's kidding. probably. ]

[ he's laughing again, tinged with the faintest hint of self-deprecation. ]

Nonsense. [ it was funnier when sonic was squawking. ]

[ contemplates on pushing it further. when the compulsion doesn't spring up out of nowhere, he squirrels the rest of his teasing for a later date, foot falling back to his abandoned shoe. ]

Yeah, probably. [ sonic's smiling something a tad softer this time. ]

[ that's better. genos will take will take him in any form he can get his hands on, but when he can catch sonic like this, even for a split second—it's near the top of an increasingly long list. ]

Complete nonsense. [ hiding behind a good part of his palm means the increasing quirk of his lips isn't so easy to see, eyelids drooping as he peers at sonic. ]