Kotetsu was perplexed.

No matter how many times he wracked his brain, he could not figure out why Barnaby was avoiding him. He thought their relationship was finally going well for a change, but now, BOOM, the younger man wouldn't even meet his eyes.

Kotetsu sighed. Nothing he tried had worked- and he couldn't be blamed for not trying hard enough, that's for sure. The number of peace offerings had piled up on Barnaby's desk over the course of the day, surmounting to a pile taller than the Liberty Tower (with only slight exaggeration). Coffee cups (each with two sugars and a dash of cream, just the way Barnaby liked), roast beef sandwiches, pieces of cinnamon gum, notes with smiley faces, strawberry-flavored hard candies- there were even a couple stuffed animals. Kotetsu had plopped a plush tiger and bunny right down in front of Barnaby, arranging them so they were holding paws. When the blond pointedly ignored him, Kotetsu, realizing he had not been obvious enough, ran off, got a sticky note, wrote "FRIENDS" on it, and stuck it over the plushies' joined paws.

Well, it got him an eyebrow twitch and a glare.

Now, Kotetsu was sulking at his desk, using his despair as an excuse to avoid that pesky pile of paperwork Mr. Lloyds had insisted on him filling out. He had signed up to work as a Hero, not some sort of… paper-filler-outer!

He sighed- probably for the fiftieth time that day. Bunnnyyyyy, pay attention to meeeeeee he whined in his head, sending a pleading look towards Barnaby. As if sensing the attention, the younger man's head jerked up. When he saw Kotetsu staring at him with bright eyes and a happy expression at finally being noticed, he got up, and promptly left the office room.

"Bunny, where are you going?" Kotetsu called after him. What'd I do now?

Barnaby didn't even turn to look back. "To get some coffee," he growled. Kotetsu immediately turned to look at the twenty-or-so peace-offering coffee cups on Barnaby's desk.

I bet he wanted one with more sugar, Kotetsu thought forlornly.

Meanwhile, Barnaby was having a mild panic attack near the espresso machine in the break room. He had nearly pounced on Kotetsu when he placed the "FRIENDS" sticky note over the stuffed animals. Really? Really? Was he trying to test Barnaby's self-control? That was too damn cute for it to be unintentional.

He was already feeling guilty for… for thinking of his partner like that. Kotetsu is an annoying old man who has no standards of sanitation and lives on fried rice and mayo, Barnaby reminded himself. He is not sexy. Even if his voice is. And his back. And those muscles… NO!

The mental turmoil was exhausting him. So, Barnaby decided that the only solution was to avoid Kotetsu like the plague. Yes. That would definitely make everything work out.

No better solution for your problems than running from them.

Barnaby sighed- probably for the fiftieth time that day. He got his coffee, stirred in two sugars and a dash of cream, and while sipping the much-needed caffeine (which, Barnaby hoped, would cure his pounding headache), walked back to his desk.

The sight that greeted him made him want to cry. Lo and behold, the very problem he was trying to avoid was sprawled out over his desk with a stubborn pout painted across his features. Kotetsu was firmly gripping the tiger and bunny plush toys to his chest, and- was he talking to them? Barnaby was tempted to walk over to a wall and slam his head against it.

As he got closer, he realized that Kotetsu was indeed talking to them- or rather, pantomiming something.

"I hate you, stupid old man!" Kotetsu shrilled in falsetto- or rather, shrilled the pink bunny plushy, which Kotetsu manipulated into a leaping, angry ball of fur. Kotetsu then pushed the tiger plushy's head down into a sad tilt.

"But, why, Bunny? What did I do wrong?" the tiger's voice was gruff and melodramatically sad. The pink bunny huffed and turned its head away.

"My hands are all tired from yesterday, and it took me two whole hours to open my car doors! I was late to work for the first time in my life! It's all your fault!" The pink bunny whacked the tiger on the head, and Kotetsu pouted along with the tiger plushie.

Yes, that wall was looking very tempting. Barnaby cursed inwardly. Is the old man entirely without brain cells? My hands are tired? Really? Well, I guess that's a better alternative than what really happened…

Barnaby groaned- he had finally reached his desk. No more avoiding the problem. Kotetsu looked up at him, then looked away sullenly.

"Why are you at my desk, old man?" Barnaby asked, his voice impressively neutral. Barnaby congratulated himself on his poker face.

Kotetsu looked back up at him, and nearly erupted in tears. "I'M SORRY FOR MAKING YOU LATE FOR WORK, BUNNY!" Barnaby nearly had to plug his ears at the ruckus Kotetsu was making, but the old man wasn't done yet. "I promise to give you a hand massage to make it feel better!"

Yup, the wall was getting more and more tempting.

Barnaby rubbed his aching temples with his hand. "Look, Kotetsu, my hands are not in excruciating pain- as a matter of fact, they're not in any sort of pain. At all. So, with that cleared up, can you please go back to your desk and do some actual work?"

"You…" Kotetsu began, biting his lip. Now what? Barnaby thought irritably. "You… called me Kotetsu! Not old man! This must mean… you forgive me?!"

Barnaby resisted the urge to sigh. "Yes." Not that there was anything to forgive- it's all my fault, anyway. Damn carnal urges.

Oblivious to Barnaby's thoughts, Kotetsu beamed at the younger man. "Ah, gee, that's great! I was so worried. I thought I had done something horrible when you ignored even those hard candies you love!"

"I'm pretty sure those are the hard candies you love," Barnaby muttered. Kotetsu frowned.

"But I thought you liked them, too!" he protested. Barnaby shrugged.

"They're all right," he conceded. Why is Kotetsu eyeing my coffee like that…? But the older man was already lunging for the cup in Barnaby's hands, and as soon as he got a grip on it, he raised it to his mouth and took a gulp.

The first thought that rushed through Barnaby's mind was that Kotetsu had basically just kissed him- well, exchanged spit with him, but same difference. The next thought was a violent barrage of insults for thinking like a teenage girl- indirect kisses, really?

Now Kotetsu was frowning again. God, will I ever know how this man thinks? Or if he thinks at all?

"Bunny, you do take your coffee with two sugars and cream," Kotetsu confirmed slowly, weighing the words in his mouth.

"Yes, I do." Barnaby wasn't exactly sure where this was heading.

"See, I do know what you like! I always pay attention to my partner," Kotetsu concluded, grinning. He kept smiling at Barnaby even as he patted him on the back, got up, and migrated back to his desk.

Barnaby just sunk himself wordlessly into the now-vacated seat. Kotetsu… always managed to pull him into his pace.

Luckily, however, the rest of the day passed without much incident. Sure, Barnaby was a little muddled for the majority of it, finding typos and mistakes and catching himself smiling each time he took a sip from his long-cold coffee- but his sanity quickly kicked back in every time he felt his face subconsciously break out into a grin, muffling it down with a frown. He kept trying to throw his cup of coffee out, but somehow his fingers wouldn't let go even when his hand was right above the trash can, leading to extremely awkward moments throughout the day as he stood, like an idiot, in front of a trash can. Doing nothing.

On his part, Kotetsu, feeling pleased with himself for what he perceived as mending his relationship with Barnaby, didn't bother the younger man much until they were heading out to go home.

Barnaby was just heaving a sigh of relief at having endured the day when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw Kotetsu standing there with a big grin spread across his face. His heart sunk.

"Bunny, let's go back to your place!" Kotetsu proposed, hoisting two six-packs of beer up for Barnaby to see. He winked. "I still don't really get why you were mad at me today, but some alcohol will do the trick in making you spill!"

"No thanks, old man," Barnaby said. "I've got some… things." Real suave. Things.

Kotetsu looked disappointed. "Well, can you come over to my place?"

Barnaby sighed, "How would that make a difference? I'll have things to do if I'm at your place or mine."

Kotetsu contemplated this for a second. He started to look sad, then suddenly perked back up. Oh, God no, he's thought of something.

"Whatever hare-brained scheme you've just thought up, count me out," Barnaby snapped, trying to dissuade any of Kotetsu's ideas preemptively. He brushed past the older man and reached for his car door, sliding in and buckling his seat belt. He breathed a sigh of relief- until he noticed Kotetsu sliding into the passenger seat.

"What are you doing?" Barnaby asked, his voice calm, contrary to his inner monologue, which consisted of mainly gibberish.

"I'm going to come home with you!" Kotetsu said, immovable. He shot a look at Barnaby, daring him to contradict.

Barnaby could feel his headache coming back. "I said I have things."

Kotetsu shrugged. "Yeah, but since you can't seem to clarify these "things", I'm assuming you don't really have anything to do and are just trying to avoid me."

Barnaby was still surprised whenever Kotetsu pulled something like this- for someone so dense, he was surprisingly perceptive at times. Which didn't bode well for Barnaby's current situation.

But, what could he do now? The little demon inside him was encouraging Barnaby to take Kotetsu home- take Kotetsu home, get him really, really drunk, and then ravish him. The teenage girl also agreed, but his sanity protested very loudly that this was a horrible idea if Barnaby had any intention of remaining friends and partners with Kotetsu.

The demons and teenage girls prevailed, as they always do.

On the ride home to Barnaby's apartment, Kotetsu smiled and chatted and poked around Barnaby's glove compartments and cup holders and pressed every button on the dashboard until Barnaby snapped at him irritably (which effectively stopped the older man for approximately two minutes).

They finally arrived at Barnaby's apartment, and when they entered the large, empty area, Kotetsu sighed.

"Man, it's always so dark and cold in here, Bunny. Can't you afford some lights and heating?" Kotetsu flopped down on an armchair while Barnaby flipped on said lights and turned up said heating.

"Old man, if you're just going to complain, go home and stop messing with me," Barnaby sighed, his voice tired. Kotetsu grinned and shook his finger at the younger man.

"Oh, no, we're going to have a grand ole time drinking and chatting, like real partners!" Kotetsu ripped open one of his beer packs, and tossed a can to Barnaby.

Barnaby looked down at the brand, and raised an eyebrow.

"Can't you afford some better beer?" he asked disapprovingly. Kotetsu stuck his tongue out at Barnaby.

"Sure, but I like this brand! If it ain't broke, don't fix it, right?" Kotetsu popped his can open and took a swig. Barnaby looked hesitantly down at his. At Kotetsu's urging, he finally opened it and drank. It was… okay. Sort of disgusting, but Barnaby admittedly had always preferred wine.

Speaking of which… Barnaby headed towards his kitchen, with Kotetsu trailing behind him.

"What're you up to, Bunny?" he asked, finishing off the last of his first can with a happy sigh. Barnaby glanced back at the older man before pulling out his drawers.

"Don't you remember, old man? I have all this nice, vintage wine, and you're drinking cheap beer?" Barnaby pulled out a bottle of wine. One of his cheaper ones, sure, but it was still expensive in comparison to Kotetsu's beer.

Kotetsu's eyes lit up. "I've never been any kind of connoisseur, but I like good wine as much as the next guy!"

And, thus, they proceeded to get very, very drunk. After an hour or two, despite Barnaby's earlier protests, the only remnants of the two packages of beer were empty cans, and a multitude of partially-empty wine bottles littered the floor (the two had decided, after a few too many drinks, that it would be a great idea to open and sample all of Barnaby's most expensive wines, a fact Barnaby would sincerely regret in the morning).

Barnaby and Kotetsu were now both sprawled across Barnaby's couch. Barnaby had collapsed on the couch and Kotetsu had proceeded to collapse on top of him. Barnaby shifted under the older man.

"Oi, get off," he complained, "You're heavy." Kotetsu mumbled something unintelligible. Barnaby shifted again, this time more violently. Kotetsu groaned, and flopped onto the ground, jarring himself out of his stupor.

"Ouch!" he protested weakly, lying prostrate. Barnaby crawled to the edge of the sofa and looked down at him.

"Are you all right, old man? Didn't pull your back on the way down, did you?" Barnaby asked with a smirk. Kotetsu glared at him.

"Shut up," he growled. He reached up, grabbed Barnaby's arm, and before the younger man could react, had him pulled down and in his grasp.

Kotetsu cackled as Barnaby squirmed in his arms. "Let go of me, old man!"

"Nope," Kotetsu replied, "It's punishment time!" But instead of doing anything, Kotetsu just held the younger man until he stopped flailing around, holding him so his back was to Kotetsu's chest.

"What do you think you're doing, weirdo?" Barnaby asked irritably, after he realized resistance was futile. His alcohol-hazed mind registered somewhere that he was being held by Kotetsu, and a slow flush rose onto his cheeks, adding to the redness the alcohol had produced.

"I'm sorry, Bunny," Kotetsu murmured, burying his face in Barnaby's blond curls. Barnaby wriggled, startled.

"Sorry for what?" he asked confusedly. He can't still be on about that ridiculous hand-pain theory of his.

"Sorry for betting Nathan and Antonio fifty bucks you would only last past five minutes massaging me." Kotetsu held Barnaby closer when he felt the younger man tense.

"Haaaaah?" Barnaby was first astounded, but he soon grew furious. So all those noises… were on purpose? The bastard was making me uncomfortable on purpose to win some damn bet- so it was his fault I was late?

"In my defense, Nathan bet you would last less than five!" Kotetsu exclaimed. Man, he is really not helping himself here.

Barnaby turned around and glared at Kotetsu- the proximity only made him more frightening. Kotetsu held up his hands in surrender.

"I'm sorry, Bunny!" But Barnaby just kept glaring at him.

"So," Barnaby hissed, "You were purposefully making those damn noises?" Kotetsu looked perplexed.

"What noises?" he asked innocently. Now, it was Barnaby's turn to be perplexed. He can't possibly… have not noticed?

But knowing Kotetsu, it was completely possible.

Barnaby sighed, and started massaging his head- he felt like headaches were inevitable when dealing with Kotetsu. He stopped suddenly when he felt another pair of hands over his. They stroked through his hair softly and rubbed at his temples, massaging away the aches of stress and alcohol.

"Sorry, Bunny," Kotetsu said again, and Barnaby shivered at the breath so close to his ears. "I won't do it again- I didn't realize your hands hurt badly enough for you to rush off like that and ignore me the next day." Barnaby resigned himself to the fact that his partner was 100% an idiot, through and through.

"You're really stupid," Barnaby said with a sigh. Ah, whatever.

"Well, sorry for not being smart!" Kotetsu retorted. Despite his words, though, his voice carried no trace of offense, and he kept stroking Barnaby's hair, massaging his scalp and temples, gently but firmly. Barnaby sighed in pleasure.

"Here, I'll return the favor," Kotetsu said, dropping his hands from Barnaby's head. He got up, and Barnaby nearly voiced a complaint at the absence of heat at his back, but he bit it back. Kotetsu dropped down again, this time so he and Barnaby were face to face. Barnaby turned his away embarrassedly. Damn alcohol is making it harder to stay calm…

"It's easier this way," Kotetsu explained, grabbing one of Barnaby's hands in his own. "Sorry if this hurts…" he said apologetically.

Then, he began kneading.

His thumbs rubbed at the junction between Barnaby's thumb and index finger, massaging out tension Barnaby hadn't even known was there. He moved across each junction, tenderly rubbing and kneading and pressing. He then started massaging the palms of Barnaby's hands, lightly pressing little circles. It felt ticklish, but strangely… nice.

He pulled lightly on Barnaby's fingers, almost teasingly, and then he was moving further down to the base of his hands. He pressed firmly along the base, easing tension- to Barnaby, it almost seemed like he was realigning his bones. He should be a masseuse. A hand masseuse. Yeah. A hand masseuse. Barnaby's thoughts didn't really make much sense at this point- the alcohol, the relaxing feeling of Kotetsu's hands on his own, the warmth from his body…

And then Kotetsu moved down to his wrists and his touch was so delicate his fingertips just brushed against Barnaby's skin, and an involuntary shiver ran down the younger man's spine.

Barnaby was becoming more and more convinced that the hands were an erogenous zone- one they just forgot to tell you about during sex-ed.

Kotetsu had stopped when Barnaby twitched. "Sorry, are your wrists sensitive? The skin there is pretty thin." When Barnaby didn't respond, Kotetsu looked down worriedly. "Oiiii, Bunny, what's wrong?"

Barnaby had tucked his chin in, shielding his face from view. Kotetsu reached down and tipped his head up. "Hehe, what's this, you're all red! Does it feel that good?"

Barnaby flushed. "Shut up, old man! It just feels weird!" Kotetsu frowned.

"Aw, really? But I was trying so hard…" Kotetsu's jaw set in determination, and before Barnaby knew what was happening, he was on his stomach and Kotetsu was straddling him.

Panic set in. "What in the world are you doing?!" Barnaby cried, kicking and flailing. Kotetsu grunted when one of Barnaby's arms flapped into his stomach.

"Stop moving around, I'm just going to give you a back massage!" Kotetsu pinned Barnaby's arms down.

"How the hell are you supposed to give me a massage if you're pinning me down with your hands? What are you going to massage me with? Your feet?" Barnaby demanded, wriggling in Kotetsu's grip.

"Well, if you'd stop struggling, we wouldn't have this problem!" Kotetsu growled.

Ah. Good point.

Barnaby stopped moving, and resigned himself to his fate. How did the older man expect him to keep his control if Kotetsu's hands were wandering all over his body? It was already hanging on its hinges as is.

Kotetsu, in the meantime, just perched on top of Barnaby complacently, not moving, savoring his victory. Barnaby reached over and whacked him on the leg.

"If you're going to move, move already!" Barnaby glared up at the older man, who just sighed in response.

"Patience is a virtue." Kotetsu looked down at Barnaby. "Well, aren't you going to take your shirt off?"

What?

"What?" Barnaby was seriously irritated now. "Just do it with my shirt on!"

Kotetsu pouted. "But it won't be the same that way." Barnaby shifted under Kotetsu uncomfortably.

"Fine." Barnaby shifted again and then stopped. "How the hell am I supposed to take off my shirt if you're sitting on me?" he snapped.

"Right." Kotetsu obligingly got off and sat in front of Barnaby.

Damnit. This is not going to end well.

But Barnaby just sighed and started unbuttoning his shirt. Ah, what the heck. And when his shirt was nearly off, Kotetsu pounced on him again.

"Argh, are you going to make a habit of this, old man?" Barnaby grumbled, disgruntled as his head whacked against the ground. Kotetsu just shot Barnaby a look, and proceeded to place his hands on the younger man's back.

Barnaby let out a very girlish shriek. "For the love of- why are your hands so damn cold?"

"Shut up, they'll warm up in a bit," Kotetsu retorted. And his hands began moving over Barnaby's back, stroking and kneading at the muscles. They first prodded across the entire area, almost like he was conducting an assessment. "Man, Bunny, you're really tense."

Barnaby didn't bother responding, and just gave in. Not like any of his protests ever made a difference anyway.

Kotetsu just kept massaging, and his hands felt so… incredibly nice against Barnaby's skin. They had indeed warmed up, like Kotetsu said, and they were hot now, almost too hot- it was like they left a trail of heat wherever they touched. Barnaby felt Kotetsu's callouses, rough across Barnaby's back, but somehow they still felt good, even when Kotetsu rubbed a little too hard. The big pads of his fingers kneaded into Barnaby's shoulders, easing tension and smoothing away aches. He used the palms of his hand to sweep over Barnaby's back, relaxing him and making him go limp under the older man.

Barnaby let out an involuntary sigh, and Kotetsu's movements abruptly ceased.

"What's wrong, old man?" Barnaby asked. That felt really good.

"Nothing," Kotetsu murmured, "It's just that your skin is really soft and smooth."

Barnaby spluttered. "What the hell, old man? That's so creepy!"

Kotetsu ignored his outburst. "Do you use lotion or something? Wait, how would you moisturize your back? I guess it must be natural. Is all of you like this?"

And without waiting for a response, Kotetsu flipped Barnaby over and was abruptly staring at his chest.

"Man, you have basically no chest hair!" Kotetsu accompanied his words with a stroke down Barnaby's torso, his fingertips trailing over the skin. He accidentally brushed over a nipple, sending a shiver down Barnaby's spine.

Eeek!

"Eeek!" Barnaby cried, whacking at the offending hands. "This is abuse!" Kotetsu rolled his eyes. Barnaby proceeded to bury his face in his hands. This… idiot!

"Shut up, Bunny, I'm just curious." But when Kotetsu looked a little closer at his partner, he realized the younger man was flushed red up to his ears, hiding behind his hands, and laying stock still beneath Kotetsu.

"Ohoho, what's this?" Kotetsu asked evilly. "Is the great and stoic Barnaby Brooks Jr. embarrassed?" He laughed- Barnaby was tempted to shove a pillow over his face to smother the noise. But Kotetsu wasn't done. "It's okay, Bunny! I guess you're just not as a furry as your namesake!"

A beat. And then, Barnaby twitched. And let out an unanticipated chuckle. "Oi, old man. If you're going to make bad jokes, at least make them in good taste," he said with a little smile. "That was just awful."

Kotetsu just beamed. "Hey, at least you finally smiled! Man, you were in a bad mood all day. Kotetsu-tactics, success!"

Barnaby wasn't sure whether he should laugh or cry. "So, your method of making me smile is just to bother the hell out of me?"

"Yes." Kotetsu didn't seem apologetic at all. As simple as ever.

"Ah, whatever," Barnaby groaned. "Just get off of me. We should clean up this mess and go to bed." Kotetsu cast a sweeping look across Barnaby's living room floor, and his heart sank.

"Aw, Bunny, can't we do it tomorrow morning?" Kotetsu whined. Any cleaning was too much cleaning in Kotetsu's mind.

"No." Barnaby started to get up, and then froze.

No. No… no no no. This can't be happening. He abruptly flipped back over onto his stomach.

Kotetsu stared at him, confused at the erratic behavior. "Uh, Bunny, didn't you just say we were going to go clean? I mean, no complaints if you decided against it, but you should probably sleep on the sofa or on your bed. The floor is too cold."

But Barnaby didn't move. "It's fine here. Nice and relaxing." Goddamn it. I thought excessive amounts of alcohol were supposed to inhibit… um… ere – damn it, getting hard.

Kotetsu prodded at his partner's back, oblivious. "Get up, Bunny, you'll catch a cold!" I am up. Barnaby retorted wryly in his head. He was then tempted to whack his head against the floor- Kotetsu was clearly a bad influence on him

Still, he didn't say anything aloud, and when Barnaby didn't respond, Kotetsu sighed. And then, before, the younger man knew what was happening, he felt himself being lifted up into the air.

Kotetsu was carrying him, bridal style. Barnaby shouted a protest, pounded on Kotetsu's chest in disapproval, and squirmed in an effort to hide his arousal. Why did I not notice this earlier? What am I, fourteen?

"Stop struggling," Kotetsu complained, adjusting his hold, "At least let me carry you for once." Barnaby finally settled on the method of lying still and pretending he wasn't an inanimate object. Hopefully it worked.

It didn't.

Kotetsu successfully brought Barnaby to his bedroom, but just as he was about to dump him unceremoniously onto the bed, he froze.

"Uh, Bunny," he began, clearing his throat. "Do you want me to carry you to the bathroom or something? To you know. Take care of that."

Barnaby wanted to die. Why the hell did the old man have to point it out? He could have just ignored it, you know, like any other discrete human being would. He silently begged for Kotetsu to put him down and just walk away. Although, if he was being completely honest, he didn't really want that, either.

But Kotetsu just kept holding Barnaby up, as if unsure where to proceed.

"Uh, Bunny, you don't have to be embarrassed," Kotetsu said awkwardly. "It's natural, right? And you're young. And you're… young."

Barnaby couldn't help snorting in laughter. "God, old man, you're so awkward," he couldn't help but say. Kotetsu shrugged, secretly relieved at Barnaby finally saying anything at all, even if it was an insult.

But now, they were unsure how to proceed. The haze of alcohol seemed replaced by an unwelcome clarity, and neither man was sure how to suddenly be (or act) drunk enough to get out of this awkward situation unscathed.

Barnaby was too stricken with embarrassment to move, and Kotetsu was too busy wondering why he suddenly found his partner extraordinarily cute, as he lay shirtless, flushed, and curled up on the bed. Earlier, too, Kotetsu had found himself stroking Barnaby's body with less than innocent thoughts. He was so… pale. And pink. And his skin was so soft. It was such a strange contrast to the strong, overbearing person Barnaby normally was that it made Kotetsu more than a little uncomfortable.

Even now, Kotetsu had an urge to sit down next to Barnaby, push him down, and help him in getting rid of that unwanted arousal.

Instead, Kotetsu cleared his throat to fill the silence. "Um. So, I'll go uh, clear some bottles away." Barnaby nodded silently, his back to Kotetsu.

Kotetsu started to leave, but he made the mistake of turning around before he walked out the door.

And he met Barnaby's eyes. Mistake. They were watering with embarrassment, and when Kotetsu's eyes latched onto them, they dropped, staring at the mattress. And Kotetsu could, even from the door, see those long, sweeping eyelashes sitting dark and wet on Barnaby's cheeks. When Barnaby bit his bottom lip, worrying it with his teeth and making blood rush to the surface, painting them pinker than ever- that was the last straw.

"Shit," Kotetsu growled, but he was already across the room and pinning Barnaby down.

The younger man's eyes shot open, and he flailed, very ungracefully. "OLD MAN! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

But instead of answering, Kotetsu kissed him- or more accurately, he mashed his lips onto Barnaby's, locking them and swallowing whatever words of protest Barnaby could utter.

He swept his tongue across Barnaby's lower lip, and sighed into his mouth.

Barnaby was in a state of shock. What- what the hell was happening? Wha-

But Kotetsu interrupted his thoughts by deepening their kiss- he eased up on the pressure, and gently nibbled on Barnaby's lower lip, sending a jolt down his spine. Before he knew what was happening, Barnaby was returning Kotetsu's kiss with passion, stroking against Kotetsu's lips and pushing his tongue into Kotetsu's mouth, teasing his tongue lightly before flicking back. Kotetsu ground his hips against Barnaby's, and the younger man noticed with a jolt that Kotetsu was hard, too.

Shit.

They broke contact, each breathing heavily, their faces flushed. Barnaby looked up at Kotetsu, questions swimming in his eyes. Kotetsu flushed embarrassedly, reaching up to push his hair out of his face.

"Uh," he said, as articulately as he could manage. Kotetsu tried again. "Uh." Not much better. "Uh… sorry."

Barnaby just looked at him. "Sorry?" he repeated. His heart sank. If the old man tells me this is a mistake and runs off, I will kill him.

Kotetsu looked growingly guilty. "Sorry. Sorry. I mean, we're both drunk, and…" but Kotetsu didn't finish his sentence because Barnaby had re-covered his lips with his own.

"Shut up, old man. If you're going to blame it on the alcohol, do it in the morning," he growled, low in Kotetsu's ears. Kotetsu's face was shocked, but then he smiled that stupid smile Barnaby loved so much.

"All right, then, I'll take this as express consent," Kotetsu grinned, a mischievous light shining in his eyes. He rolled over on top of Barnaby, and kissed him again.

Barnaby couldn't keep from moaning against his mouth when he felt the older man's hand snaking up his chest to pinch at his nipples. He let his fingertips drag over the little nubs until they were hard and peaked and sensitive. Barnaby let out a curse when Kotetsu lifted his mouth from Barnaby's and planted it on top of one of his nipples.

"Shit, Kotetsu," he cried, half in protest, half in request. Kotetsu looked up at him as he flicked a tongue over the nipple, before latching on and sucking hard. Barnaby gasped.

Kotetsu soon had Barnaby wriggling underneath him as he continued laving the younger man's nipples with his tongue, worrying them between his teeth, nibbling gently on the skin around them, sucking and lapping with embarrassingly loud wet noises.

"Stop… it," Barnaby managed to gasp out. Kotetsu lifted his head, confused.

"Why? You seem to be enjoying it." Barnaby glared at him, pushing him back when he tried to go back to sucking on his nipples.

"Shut up. I want to touch you, too." Did I just say that? Barnaby managed to look serious despite the blush painting his cheeks. Kotetsu grinned, and lay down, seemingly pleased with Barnaby's words- he expected something like that from the demanding partner he knew.

"All right, have at me." It was said like a challenge. Fine, Barnaby thought, challenge accepted. First things first, these pesky clothes need to come off… Barnaby made short work of Kotetsu's shirt, vest, pants and socks, leaving him in only his underwear.

Barnaby raised an eyebrow. "You know, Kotetsu… you're a grown man. No, you're an old man." Kotetsu glared at Barnaby, but he kept talking, "Don't you think wearing Hero-themed underwear is a little embarrassing? Especially considering it's Wild Tiger underwear?" Kotetsu blushed, and protested loudly.

"It's not like I was expecting anyone to see it!" Barnaby snickered.

"I bet your Wild Tiger appreciates it," Barnaby joked, snaking his hand into Kotetsu's underwear.

Kotetsu flinched at the contact, then laughed. "You have my permission to hit me if I ever make a joke that bad."

Barnaby rolled his eyes. "That's basically every joke you make." But before Kotetsu could protest, Barnaby began stroking his length, and all words escaped him.

Barnaby had never really done this for anyone but himself, but the two were both men- so Barnaby could figure it out.

He leaned over Kotetsu as he kept stroking, alternating his speed and pressure, fast, hard, slow, light, fast… it seemed to be working, judging from the look on Kotetsu's face. When Barnaby scraped a finger over the tip, he could feel the older man shiver beneath him as he moaned.

"Bunny," he sighed, locking one arm around the younger man's head and bringing it down to meet his lips. His other hand worked off Barnaby's belt and pants, sliding them down his hips, so he could grasp the younger man's erection.

"Ah!" Barnaby gasped into Kotetsu's lips. Kotetsu smirked.

"Feeling good, Bunny?" he asked impishly. Barnaby glared at him, and increased the speed of his strokes, reaching down and fondling Kotetsu's balls gently. Kotetsu groaned.

"Feeling good, Tiger?" Barnaby asked mockingly. Kotetsu just grinned up at him.

"Yeah, I am," he admitted, and then Barnaby's lips were on his own again, licking and nibbling and pressing greedily. Both of their strokes sped up, and Barnaby whimpered into Kotetsu as Kotetsu moaned into Barnaby.

"Wait, wait," Kotetsu gasped. Barnaby looked up, his eyes hazed.

"What's wrong?" he managed to ask. He nuzzled his nose into Kotetsu's chest.

"You're so cute," Kotetsu couldn't help but say. Barnaby glared at him, but before he could protest, Kotetsu continued. "Let go for a second."

Barnaby looked confused, but he grudgingly complied. And right after he let go, Kotetsu had flipped them over so he was straddling the younger man. Barnaby let out a squawk in surprise, but Kotetsu pressed himself firmly against the younger man and ground their cocks together. Barnaby cried out- it felt so strange, but so good, to feel Kotetsu's hard length pressed against his, hot and pulsing and…

Spurred on by Barnaby's moans, Kotetsu gripped their cocks together and rubbed, and Barnaby made a little noise in the back of his throat that made Kotetsu want to make him cry out, full voice.

So Kotetsu kept rubbing and pulling, and Barnaby, never one to be a passive player, snuck his hands down and helped, until both of them were stroking and moaning and when Barnaby stroked across both of their tips, they both cried out, on the brink.

Their hands were everywhere- stroking each other, pressing against each other, tousling hair, pinching and stroking nipples, scratching along well-muscled backs.

And Barnaby scraped his teeth along Kotetsu's neck, and the older man groaned, and Barnaby cried out as Kotetsu nibbled at his collarbone and lapped at the dip in his throat before he licked his hands and continued stroking, adding more wetness to the pre-come that was dripping down both of their cocks, mingling together until no one knew what was whose.

Barnaby felt the pounding in his head, drowning out everything but the feeling of Kotetsu's wet, hard cock against his own- and it turned him on so much to feel it rubbing against his own and when Kotetsu licked at his lips, he took Kotetsu's tongue into his mouth and suckled, and they both groaned in pleasure.

"Shit, Bunny," Kotetsu growled, nipping at Barnaby's ears. The younger man shivered at the sensation, arching his chest to press against Kotetsu's in response.

And Kotetsu reached up a hand to rub at Barnaby's nipples, and Barnaby cried out as Kotetsu simultaneously continued massaging his cock, stroking the tip with his thumb and pressing at the little slit oozing pre-come and then Kotetsu ground his hips hard against Barnaby's, and they were both coming, white fluid spurting onto their bellies as they cried out together.

Kotetsu collapsed on top of Barnaby, and they lay there, panting as their heart rates slowly came back down.

"Wow," Kotetsu breathed.

"Wow," Barnaby agreed.

And when the unpleasant stickiness between their bellies got distracting, Kotetsu got up and fetched a moist towel, and he carefully cleaned Barnaby, wiping gently at his stomach and softening member before taking care of himself.

He then gathered the younger man in his arms, and the two, exhausted beyond words, fell asleep.

We can deal with everything in the morning, Barnaby thought to himself as he drifted off, snuggling deeper into Kotetsu's embrace, resting his head along Kotetsu's arm, and breathing in the warm, cinnamon scent of Kotetsu's cologne.

Yeah, in the morning.