illua was aware of the bare skin pressed against his cheek the next morning. He blinked away, his eyelashes fluttering against Gon's exposed chest, heart stammering in his chest. Gon Freecss, thee Freecss, spent the night in his dorm.

He had to be dreaming, but that was not his leg hair he felt under the covers. He rubbed his foot over it just to be sure. Unless his other leg had completely fallen asleep, that leg hair was not his. A soft moan vibrated against his cheek. Gon shifted, the arm he had around Killua's shoulders squeezing tighter. Killua sucked in a deep breath, eyes wide. He took the flat of his foot off of Gon's calf.

Killua pushed up a little, reaching across Gon to grab his phone off of the end table. His alarm was due to go off in another few minutes.

Gon's hand lifted off of Killua's back. Killua froze, completely caught leaning over Gon. Gon grazed his fingers over Killua's hair before pushing through, nails running across his scalp. Killua shivered and leant back to look down at where Gon's sleepy, lidded eyes were watching him.

"Bedhead," Gon whispered, his palm now cradling Killua's head.

"You're such a goddamn sap," Killua said, breathless.

Gon pulled him forward by the back of his head. Killua should have seen it coming—it was so fucking obvious, damn him for being completely out of it after seeing Gon's naked chest first thing in the morning. It really was not healthy, getting a dose of Toned Pecs and Abs so early in the morning, but fuck it, if he wasn't going to kiss the Hell out of Gon for screwing him over.

It was a languid kiss that moved and felt like the early dawn seeping into the dorm room. Killua put his hand against the pillow beside Gon's head, moving his lips to the gentle motion Gon set. Somehow, they kept their tongues to themselves and Killua appreciated it. He didn't particularly like the taste of his own mouth at five-thirty in the morning, anyway.

"Do you have to go to work?" Gon asked, but it sounded more like a request to stay.

Killua settled on his back. Gon hooked his arm behind Killua's head as Killua checked the time again. They had two minutes before his alarm would go off. Killua set it on his flat, exposed stomach and looked at the pockmarked ceiling. The bed definitely wasn't made for two people, but he didn't mind the proximity.

He turned his head to the side to look at Gon. Gon was studying him, exhaustion smudging shadows under his eyes. Killua tipped forward to press his lips to Gon's shoulder.

"Yeah. We have a minute and a half," Killua said.

Gon grinned sleepily, turning to face Killua. He propped his head on his hand and said, "I could do a lot with a minute and a half. If I had caffeine." His other hand trailed over Killua's waist, his thumb soothing a hickey Gon had made under Killua's left pectoral.

Killua pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. "Oh really? What makes you so sure I'd be that easy?"

Gon smiled gently, lifting his eyes up from where his fingers had trailed down to the waistband of Killua's boxers. He leaned over to pluck something off of the end table. Killua wasn't sure exactly what it was until Gon put it on his face and turned back. Killua stared in alarm at the pair of glasses on Gon's face. It was the biggest Fuck You to what Ignorant Killua thought was sexy at the time. He never thought he'd fall for a bespectacled man, but there was Gon looking like a damn snacc in a pair of thick-rimmed glasses.

He also looked a little bit like death this early in the morning, but Killua's mouth was watering anyway.

"I—" want you to fuck me, his brain said, but his voice wasn't even in this dimension anymore.

Gon shifted a little, scooting up until their eyes were level with one another—Killua, lying back on the pillow, and Gon, leaning over him. "Were you serious? Last night, when you said you'd never done this before," Gon whispered.

Killua nodded. He was afraid his voice would crack if he said anything. Eventually, though, he cleared his throat and managed to rasp out, "I don't... You don't have to feel obligated or anything. I'm not sentimental, and I've always thought virginity was a ploy developed by the patriarchy."

Gon snorted, nudging his glasses up a tad before letting his hand fall to Killua's collarbone. He dragged a line across it as he said, "For what purpose?"

Killua rolled his eyes. "Why else are there social constructs? To lump humans into neat little boxes and punish them for stepping out of it." Gon stared at him, mouth ajar. He looked cute, all confused like that, so Killua brought his hand up to press his thumb to the wrinkle that formed on Gon's forehead. "Don't think too hard about it or else you'll hurt yourself," he said.

And then, his alarm went off.

Killua groaned as he pushed himself up and rolled over Gon. He landed nimbly on his feet and, in his search for the clothes he threw around the night before, came upon Gon's shirt. It was a long sleeve, plain black shirt with the Hunters mascot on the front. Killua kicked it a little, to see what was on the back. It had Gon's jersey number and last name on it.

Killua gathered it up with his dirty clothes and, after tossing the rest in his hamper, he bundled it up into his backpack. Gon was already half asleep on the bed, anyway, oblivious to his missing shirt. In any case, his glasses where now on his chest, so Killua was certain he wouldn't be able to see it anyway.

After putting on jeans and buttoning up his work shirt, Killua leant out into the open to say, "You can stay here, if you want. I'll give you my keys and you can just give them to me when you stop by for coffee."

"Good. I wasn't planning on moving until practice," Gon said, voice muffled by the blankets.

Killua scoffed on his way out of the dorm. He went to the restroom where he took extra care in brushing his teeth and washing his face. His nerves felt jittery in a satisfying sort of way—it was a sensation he had never experienced and therefore was at a loss for words. When he returned to the dorm, he zipped up his backpack and shouldered it.

Before leaving, he stopped next to the bed. He leant over and, likewise, Gon turned back so that when Killua went to kiss his stubbled cheek, he wound up kissing Gon's lips instead.

Gon snickered like it was all a part of his grand master plan. "See you later," he said.

"Y-Yeah," Killua breathed, stunned. He pushed off of the mattress and, after taking one last look at Gon, dropped his keys on the end table and left.

***

"Gon never came home last night," Zushi said.

Killua hummed curiously as he unpacked his notebook, shoving down his work shirt.. Discretely, he tugged his jacket closed to hide the Hunter's logo on his shirt. "Has he done that before?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Zushi shook his head. "No, not really. If he does stay out, he usually texts me. I guess I get worried sometimes ever since I was mugged that one time..."

"What, you were mugged?" Killua said.

"Whoa, whoa, wait—Take a step back, rewind. When were you mugged?" Kurapika said, leaning forward in their seat.

"Yeah... really weird circumstances. Three guys and they all had prosthetics. That was when I was a junior in high school," he said, rubbing a hand over the side of his face. He shrugged and said, "Ah, well, I saw he stopped by your work on his Snap story, so he must be okay."

"I'm still hung up on this mugging situation," Kurapika said.

"Did he stay at your place?" Zushi asked, looking at Killua.

Killua swallowed hard and said, "Um, no? What makes you say that?"

"Well, I know you guys were going through a rough patch, but I thought you cleared that up?"

Killua shrugged. Zushi frowned and looked ahead as the professor walked in. Killua turned to him and said, "Well, if he hasn't deleted Tinder, then maybe he was with someone else?"

"If he was, I'll pinch his dick off," Kurapika said.

Zushi turned around with a pained look on his face and a viscerally affected, "Ow, wow, okay."

Killua put a hand over his crotch with a grimace and said, "That visual is more effective than any punch in the nuts, I'll tell you that much."

After class, Killua told Zushi to go ahead since he had to ask the TA (Kurapika) a question. Zushi gave him a weird look and said, "Whatever dude. See you later," and left. Killua waited until Zushi was down the stairs and around the corner before turning back to Kurapika.

Kurapika clasped their hands together expectantly and said, "What's your quest—"

"Freecss sucked my dick and spent the night," Killua blurted out. He meant to ease that into the conversation, and the fact that the dick-sucking was at the forefront had both of them bewildered, and a student at the stairs waiting to ask Kurapika a question promptly turned around and walked away.

Kurapika blinked, startled. They leant forward in their seat and said, slowly and quietly, "Excuse me, but what?"

Killua groaned, rolling his eyes. He put his knees to his lecture seat and faced Kurapika, arms resting on the back of the chair. He unzipped his jacket so Kurapika could see the shirt as he said, "He stayed the night at my place."

"So you said, but what was that first part? I didn't quite catch that," Kurapika said, cupping a hand to their ear.

Killua hissed, "He—gave me a blowjob."

Kurapika gasped like it was the first time they were hearing this. Killua slapped a hand to his forehead as Kurapika exclaimed, "You're kidding! After what he did to you—"

"I know you're not surprised," Killua sighed.

"I'm surprised that you're such a dumbass. You really think he deleted Tinder?"

"He sent me screenshots—"

"Photoshop is a thing, hun, so is iCloud. How much do you want to bet he reinstalled it?"

Killua glared at them. Kurapika sat back with a shrug. Killua had thought about it, but he had also thought about how clingy and overprotective he'd seem if he asked to see Gon's phone to confirm it. Since adding Knuckle on Snapchat, Killua had no reason for Tinder and therefore deleted it. Gon hadn't asked to see his phone, so why should Killua ask to see his?

Kurapika sighed and said, "I'm happy for you, I guess."

"Wow, you sound so happy," Killua laughed. "It's fine, honestly. I'd give him a harder time if I wasn't getting laid now, apparently."

"Why not tell Zushi?" Kurapika asked.

Killua looked down at his hands with a frown. He picked at a hangnail as he said, "It's different with Zushi. I don't want things to be weird between Zushi and Freecss, you know? I know that if I had a roommate screwing my best friend, I'd be a little frazzled."

"Yeah, that's a little weird," Kurapika agreed with a grimace. "Good choice."

Killua sighed, drumming his hands on the seat before pushing himself up. "Yeah, so... just figured I'd catch you up. I'll pass on your threat to Freecss."

Killua made his way across campus to the gym. His heart beat faster in his chest as he scanned his card and hurried down the steps. He felt lighter on his feet as he passed the free weights, his mind drifting to Cloud Nine just thinking about it. Of Gon's mouth on him, hot and wet and fuck. Killua couldn't keep the blush off of his cheeks as he pushed into the locker room. He could keep his expression neutral, but inside, his brain was on fire.

He turned the corner where he often found Gon.

Gon was on the bench lacing up his sneakers. For a moment, Killua felt like nothing had happened between them. It was so exceedingly normal to see him there that Killua became, for a moment, convinced that the previous night never happened. Perhaps it was all a dream—it felt like one now, in hindsight—but then Gon was standing up.

"Fuck me—get over here," he said. Killua rose an eyebrow at the demand and stayed put so that Gon had to jump the bench and close the gap himself.

Gon's eyes were on Killua's chest. "That—That's my shirt," he said, plucking at it. He circled around behind Killua as he took off his backpack and tossed it aside. Gon's hand trailed over the flat of his stomach through the fabric of the shirt, and Killua's breath was gone, vámonos. Gon squeezed his sides and pulled him flush against Gon's chest.

"You... want it back?" Killua said, tugging at the hem. Gon's hand stopped him.

"No, you keep it," he hummed, his lips warm and soft against the side of Killua's neck. Killua shivered as Gon passed his lips over the hickey that was just barely covered by the hem of the shirt. His work shirt had a high collar, but this? He was amazed Zushi hadn't poked him in the neck and asked about it.

Gon kissed up his throat before putting his lips to Killua's ear. He swallowed hard as Gon whispered, "I'd wear anything you gave me."

"If only lingerie was in the budget," Killua scoffed, and Gon laughed, wrapping his arms securely around Killua's midsection. "I'll find something to offer up to the gods. Right now I have to change out of my jeans."

"Right—sorry," Gon said.

Killua snickered as he undid the fly on his jeans. He took his sweats out of his backpack, fully aware of where Gon was looking. Since Gon's eyes were elsewhere, Killua couldn't help but smirk and watch Gon's tongue roll along his bottom lips, eyes stuck on the exposed edge of Killua's boxers.

Someone passed by their aisle.

Gon jumped as if shocked, the realization that they were technically in public had him spinning around and facing away from Killua. Killua bit back a laugh as he shimmied out of his jeans and into his sweats.

They stopped at the first floor where all of the equipment was foreign and weird and looked vaguely like torture devices. Gon walked around the floor with Killua just to name and explain each one, but in doing so, they ran into people Gon knew and wound up distracted by conversation. Killua didn't mind it, nor when some guys came up to them while Gon was helping Killua figure out the weights. Gon chatted when them and adjusted the weights as Killua pulled on the handle so the cord stretched over his front.

By the end of that day, Killua's arms felt like noodles. The muscles in his biceps quivered like a goddam leaf in the wind. He could barely close his hands around the straps of his backpack as he shrugged them on with a pained groan.

"You'll feel worse tomorrow," Gon said.

"Joy," Killua seethed through clenched teeth.

"Are you gonna eat with me and Zushi at Ren?" he asked, and Killua didn't miss the note of hope on Gon's face.

Killua let out a shuddering breath. His chest felt tight and his throat was still burning, so he cleared it and said, "I don't know. I kind of don't want Zushi to know about us?"

Gon tipped his head to the side and said, "Why not?"

Killua rolled his eyes. "Because we're best friends. It's kinda weird when your roommate's boning your best friend."

"We haven't boned, but I can change that."

Killua's cheeks were painted red in a matter of seconds. He could feel it throbbing in his temple where an oncoming headache wrote itself in Gon's name. "You—You can't just say shit like that, Freecss! B-Besides, Zushi already commented on the fact that you weren't in your dorm last night."

Gon smiled a little and said, "Aw, he keeps track of that?" Killua rolled his eyes, only to halt and stutter when Gon said, "But back to the boning part—shouldn't it be the other way around? I thought you liked to top."

Killua's shoulders bunched up to his ears and he exclaimed, "That—! Stop talking about it! Come back to me when my arms don't feel like they're about to fall off!"

Gon merely smiled as he backed out of the aisle and started for the exit. Killua, face red with embarrassment, stormed after him to give him a shove in the back.

On the way to the gym protein shake bar, it was decided that Gon couldn't stay the night at Hatsu without wrecking his own sleep schedule. Hatsu Hall was farther from the athletic complex than Ren, which made the morning even more grueling for Gon than it already was. Killua didn't mind, especially considering the lump of homework he pushed off in favor of spending Saturday with Alluka. If Gon was in his dorm all the time, he'd never get anything done—at least not homework.

Other things... he'd definitely get done.

Killua shook his head from where he was now neck deep in homework. He really shouldn't be thinking about that, not when he had spent the last hour staring at the same problem without making so much as a dent in it.

He looked at where his phone sat on the desk next to him. He picked it up. He stared it down so intensely that he felt the world spinning and spiraling around it like they were on some epic crime show—Killua, the investigator; his phone, the criminal in custody. If he started shit with it now, he wouldn't be able to stop until he had the answers he needed.

He got up and put his phone on the end table before returning to his desk. Approximately five minutes later, he got up and rolled onto his bed, phone in hand.

I am weak, he thought to himself as he opened Snapchat.

20:13 🔪 is typing...

20:13 What're you doing rn

20:13 Jerking off to the thought of you

20:14 🔪 is typing...

20:15 Wow you really didn't hesitate there did you

20:15 Open snap from 🏈🤼‍♂️

— A bag of beef jerky —

20:16 Fuck that's sexy

20:17 👅🤫

20:17 What're you doin

20:18 Right now?

20:18 Yessss

20:19 Thinking about you blowing me

20:19 😚😜🤭

20:19 Pics or it didn't happen

20:20 Open snap from 🔪

20:20 🏈🤼‍♂️screenshot your snap!

20:21 You're fucking LUCKY that was just a pic of my face I swear to God

20:21 ;P

20:21 I have the reflexes of a CAT

20:22 Hoped for a bit more sauce, tho but damn new lock screen pic or what ???

20:22 I'll kill you

20:23 You already have considering you stole my heart 😚

20:23 I have a hitman on the phone right now

20:23 He's coming to get you, fool

20:24 I'll use you as my meat shield

20:24 Either that or I'll kick his ass 🤺

20:25 I'd like to see you try

20:25 I'm a blackbelt

20:25 What

20:26 I legitimately don't believe you

20:26 Image attached

20:27 Holy Mother Theresa on the hood of a Mercedes Benz

20:27 New lock screen photo: you in a karategi

20:27 Ya like that???

20:28 Hell yeah I like that