#14 Cold / Akira x Ryutarou / Plastic Tree
Title: Tug-of-war
Author: tokoton/rockabydream
Theme: #14 Cold
Rating: PG (implications of same sex relationship)
Band: Plastic Tree
Pair: Akira x Ryutarou
Comments: Do not own. Written at work while waiting for my lunch break. X-posted to the usual places.
His shivering woke him up at some random hour in the night, and it was when he turned over that he realized he had no memory of when he actually fell asleep. Rubbing at his bare shoulder, Akira opened his eyes and let his blurry vision clear, making out a dark, lumpy shape on the bed beside him. He recognized the messy hair that trailed from the folded end of the comforter like a tuft of grass: Ryutarou. The singer was rolled up like a piece of sushi in the covers, and Akira only had one corner of just the sheets around his legs.
"...Bastard."
Grabbing the edge, the guitarist gave the comforter a sharp jerk, rolling the slumbering other over and back on his side of the mattress. Successful, he laid back down to settle, unaware he left Ryutarou with nothing but the sheets now when he turned over on his shoulder.
His shivering woke him up at some random hour in the night, and it was when he turned over that he realized he had no memory of when he actually fell asleep. Rubbing at his bare forearm, Ryutarou opened his eyes and let his blurry vision clear, making out a dark, lumpy shape on the bed beside him. He recognized the tattooed fingers clutching the ends of the comforter: Akira. The guitarist was rolled up like a piece of sushi in the covers, and Ryutarou only had one corner of just the sheets around his legs. The vocalist sat up, brushing his hair from his face as he frowned. Being cold in his own bed wasn't okay with him, and he was going to let Akira know it.
"Akira," he said, emphasizing each sound of his name with a jab to the other's side.
"....."
"Akira."
"Nnn..."
"Akira"
"No."
"A-KI-RA."
"Ow!" exclaimed the guitarist, not as protected as he would have liked to be from the blankets, thrashing before sitting up as well. "What! Why are you poking me?" Ryutarou's face was placid, fine mouth still turned down at the corners, however.
"You stole all the blankets."
"What! I only took back my share you stole first!" The singer looked down at his uncovered legs, then back up to the other, not saying a word. "...Well, you did take them first."
"Let's just go back to sleep," reasoned Ryutarou since the argument was going nowhere, and it was only getting later.
"Fine by me."
As they settled, they spread the covers out evenly over them both, making sure the sheets were tucked around, too. Akira turned over on his side again, sighing as he pulled the warmth over his shoulders. --Only to be yanked on his back by a surprising force from next to him. "Hey!"
"Dammit, Akira! I'm cold!"
"Me, too! What are you-- Hey!" The two took a moment to play some sort of tug-of-war game with the blankets before the guitarist got more fed up with the situation. "Okay, stop! I have an idea." Face flushed, the ruffled singer looked to the other in expectant annoyance.
Akira grinned, scooting himself up against Ryutarou, looping his arms around the other's waist and drawing him down against him after laying on his pillows. The vocalist tensed, but soon relaxed in the warmth of Akira that no way compared to that of the comforter. Sighing himself, closing his eyes, he felt secure along with comfortable. "Are you still cold?" Akira asked in a low voice against Ryutarou's ear.
"No..."
"But you're shivering still."
"It's not because I'm cold, Akira."
"I guess it's a good thing I don't feel so tired anymore, then."
Author: tokoton/rockabydream
Theme: #14 Cold
Rating: PG (implications of same sex relationship)
Band: Plastic Tree
Pair: Akira x Ryutarou
Comments: Do not own. Written at work while waiting for my lunch break. X-posted to the usual places.
His shivering woke him up at some random hour in the night, and it was when he turned over that he realized he had no memory of when he actually fell asleep. Rubbing at his bare shoulder, Akira opened his eyes and let his blurry vision clear, making out a dark, lumpy shape on the bed beside him. He recognized the messy hair that trailed from the folded end of the comforter like a tuft of grass: Ryutarou. The singer was rolled up like a piece of sushi in the covers, and Akira only had one corner of just the sheets around his legs.
"...Bastard."
Grabbing the edge, the guitarist gave the comforter a sharp jerk, rolling the slumbering other over and back on his side of the mattress. Successful, he laid back down to settle, unaware he left Ryutarou with nothing but the sheets now when he turned over on his shoulder.
His shivering woke him up at some random hour in the night, and it was when he turned over that he realized he had no memory of when he actually fell asleep. Rubbing at his bare forearm, Ryutarou opened his eyes and let his blurry vision clear, making out a dark, lumpy shape on the bed beside him. He recognized the tattooed fingers clutching the ends of the comforter: Akira. The guitarist was rolled up like a piece of sushi in the covers, and Ryutarou only had one corner of just the sheets around his legs. The vocalist sat up, brushing his hair from his face as he frowned. Being cold in his own bed wasn't okay with him, and he was going to let Akira know it.
"Akira," he said, emphasizing each sound of his name with a jab to the other's side.
"....."
"Akira."
"Nnn..."
"Akira"
"No."
"A-KI-RA."
"Ow!" exclaimed the guitarist, not as protected as he would have liked to be from the blankets, thrashing before sitting up as well. "What! Why are you poking me?" Ryutarou's face was placid, fine mouth still turned down at the corners, however.
"You stole all the blankets."
"What! I only took back my share you stole first!" The singer looked down at his uncovered legs, then back up to the other, not saying a word. "...Well, you did take them first."
"Let's just go back to sleep," reasoned Ryutarou since the argument was going nowhere, and it was only getting later.
"Fine by me."
As they settled, they spread the covers out evenly over them both, making sure the sheets were tucked around, too. Akira turned over on his side again, sighing as he pulled the warmth over his shoulders. --Only to be yanked on his back by a surprising force from next to him. "Hey!"
"Dammit, Akira! I'm cold!"
"Me, too! What are you-- Hey!" The two took a moment to play some sort of tug-of-war game with the blankets before the guitarist got more fed up with the situation. "Okay, stop! I have an idea." Face flushed, the ruffled singer looked to the other in expectant annoyance.
Akira grinned, scooting himself up against Ryutarou, looping his arms around the other's waist and drawing him down against him after laying on his pillows. The vocalist tensed, but soon relaxed in the warmth of Akira that no way compared to that of the comforter. Sighing himself, closing his eyes, he felt secure along with comfortable. "Are you still cold?" Akira asked in a low voice against Ryutarou's ear.
"No..."
"But you're shivering still."
"It's not because I'm cold, Akira."
"I guess it's a good thing I don't feel so tired anymore, then."