Hayashi grabbed him from behind, fingers digging into his biceps, helping Shinji hold his balance. His cheeks burned as he felt Hayashi’s body flush against his own; Shinji’s ass pressed into Hayashi’s groin, their belts rubbing roughly, and the warmth of Hayashi’s hands seeped through his shirt. Shinji regained his composure, but didn’t make any sudden movements.
He turned his head to face Hayashi. “My apologies, sir.” He was a breath away from Hayashi who stared down at his mouth. Shinji swallowed hard, thinking that if he moved forward just a tiny bit, he could press their lips together.
A sharp pain in his hand brought him back to reality. The cut was only skin deep, but it stretched from his knuckles to his wrist. It had started bleeding, small droplets forming on the surface.
“We have a first aid kit,” Hayashi said, his voice thicker than usual. He hung up on the call, then held tight onto Shinji and pushed him toward the office’s private restroom.
“Sir… I can handle it…” he muttered, sounding unconvincing.
Shinji didn’t resist as Hayashi opened the restroom’s door and settled him in front of the sink, closing the door behind them.
Hayashi picked up a red first-aid kit box from a small hanging cabinet, left it open on the counter, and washed his hands. “Let me see.” He carefully took Shinji’s wrist in his still damp fingers, checking the wound. Getting out a bottle of disinfectant, Hayashi poured it on a pad and held Shinji’s hand over the sink. “It’s going to sting,” he warned and patted down.
Shinji didn’t register the pain, though. The whole incident had made his head spin, and he was sure it had nothing to do with the injury and all to do with his superior officer touching him. Shinji knew he should’ve pulled his hand away, insisted on taking care of the wound himself, but he was enjoying the feeling of Hayashi’s fingers on his skin too much. Hayashi was attentive, his movement slow and unexpectedly gentle. Heat raced through Shinji, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. He inhaled and swallowed again, his throat dry.
Hayashi finished disinfecting and rolled a thin layer of gauze around Shinji’s hand, tying it over his knuckles. Though he was done, Hayashi’s fingers lingered before he let go and packed the kit.
“Thank you,” Shinji whispered.
“I appreciate the dedication,” Hayashi said, “but be careful. I need you in one piece.”
“Sorry, sir. You distracted me.” Shinji cringed, wanting to slap himself for saying that out loud.
Hayashi’s head whipped around and he stared at Shinji. He seemed surprised, maybe a bit wary, but not angry. Why was he still here? Why wasn’t he walking away? Shinji’s self-control was starting to weaken. He needed to leave the restroom before he did something he couldn’t take back.
Shinji shifted slightly and his knee brushed Hayashi’s leg. He inhaled sharply and gazed into Hayashi’s eyes, trying to glean his intentions. Shinji wanted to kiss him, and wondered if Hayashi wanted the same. From the closeness of their bodies and the way Hayashi kept glancing at his lips, Shinji suspected he did, but then, why wasn’t he doing anything?
Realization dawned on him. It wasn’t that Hayashi didn’t want to, butcouldn’t. He was Shinji’s superior officer and he probably thought it was an abuse of power to make the first move.
Fuck it.I’ll risk it.
He placed his uninjured hand on Hayashi’s shoulder, moving it slowly toward his neck, not breaking eye contact. Hayashi looked stunning in the restroom’s dim light, his combed hair slightly ruffled from the morning wind, a few strands falling across his forehead. His dark gaze regarded Shinji with lust. Shivers went down Shinji’s spine when his fingers reached Hayashi’s stubble—he wanted to feel it all over his body. What was it about this man that had Shinji ready to break the rules and not think about the repercussions?
Hayashi tensed a little at the touch and his throat bobbed up and down, but he didn’t push Shinji away. Instead, he placed his hands on the sink, on either side of Shinji, trapping him.
That was confirmation enough.
Shinji curled his fingers around Hayashi’s shirt collar, bringing them closer together. He tilted his head and pressed his lips firmly against Hayashi’s, who gave a muffled moan, parting his lips and deepening the kiss.
He wants this.
Knowing it was reciprocated made his dick throb in anticipation and he slipped his tongue inside Hayashi’s mouth, earning another moan. Hayashi's hands skimmed over Shinji's biceps, then slid down around his waist, pulling him even closer. A low rumble winded through Hayashi, and his tongue delved deeper into Shinji's mouth. He tasted of coffee and Shinji ground his groin with a needy moan.
Without letting go, Shinji scooted himself onto the edge of the sink. He draped his arms over Hayashi’s shoulders and balled the shirt in one fist, gripping Hayashi’s hair in the other. He pulled Hayashi flush against his body and between his parted legs. Hayashi groaned into the kiss, and raked his fingers down Shinji’s back, dragging his palms over Shinji’s thighs, his thumbs caressing close to Shinji’s hard dick.
The kiss became hungrier with Hayashi biting and sucking on Shinji lips, his pelvis shimmying into Shinji’s with the wild rhythm of their kissing. Shinji lost his balance, almost falling into the sink, but Hayashi snaked his arms around him and held Shinji tight, rubbing their groins hard.
Shinji gasped, achingly erect, and broke the kiss, moving his lips down Hayashi’s jaw, then throat, nipping at his skin, kissing and biting his way toward the juncture between his neck and shoulder.
“Fuck,” Hayashi grunted and tugged at Shinji’s tie, pulling it off. He undid a few buttons on Shinji’s shirt, then sunk his fingers into Shinji’s tousled hair yanking his head back.
A loud groan escaped Shinji at the rough handling. He loved it. This only fueled his imagination and he wondered if Hayashi was like this in bed too. Hayashi kissed his collarbone, then dragged his tongue up Shinji’s neck, the coarse stubble grinding his skin, making Shinji writhe and moan.
“Mhm… don’t stop,” Shinji mumbled, as Hayashi sucked on his earlobe and palmed his dick through the slacks.
A little voice at the back of Shinji’s mind kept telling him this was a bad idea; it needed to stop right now and not be taken any further.
But Shinji ignored it and pulled Hayashi into another heated kiss. He trailed his hands down Hayashi’s chest and abdomen, groping his abs through the shirt, then stopping at Hayashi’s groin, feeling the bulge tenting the slacks. Shinji grabbed the belt and unbuckled it, not caring that he was about to undress his superior officer at work.