Hands [One-Shot]
Title: Hands
Pairing: Yama
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ohno dislike the fact that his hands are a bit smaller than Sho. On the other hand, Sho loves Ohno's hands so much.
Disclaimer: I only own the story
A/N: I made this simply because I saw an OTPbot in twitter with prompt: 'Your OTP measuring their hands together'. The image of Yama doing this couldn't leave my mind I wonder why it wasnt Juntoshi though LOL and so I decided to write it down. Not sure if Sho's hands are bigger, so if it isnt, then lets just pretend it is! :p It turned out to be pretty good, imo LOL well, enjoy! Comments will be loved! <3
Ohno was painting.
And being a good boyfriend he was, Sho just sat quietly behind the older man. He brought a book with him, but he found himself unable to concentrate with it at all, because he was too captivated with his lover - he watched the way his hand moved the brush graciously over the canvas, as if he was dancing. He watched the way his lover would tilt his head to the side often to see his painting on a different angle. Sometimes Ohno’d clicked his tongue - apparently something didn’t go as his planned, and he’d mix the colors furiously, creating a brand new color that he brushed without hesitation into the canvas.
It amazed him.
Sho had actually planned today to be their ‘house-date’ - the two’s schedule has always clashed after all since Sho was busy with his own works, while Ohno, clearly, was busy with his upcoming exhibition. Sho could tell that Ohno was under a big pressure at the moment, so when Ohno told him that he was going to paint all day despite knowing Sho’s intention to relax - and maybe, ehem, have sex with him - Sho could only nod. It was an unsaid rule between them; they loved each other, but they wouldn’t disturb each other’s works - they’d respect whatever choices the other made.
Ohno’s choice for today was: “I’m going to paint all day.”
Which translated to: “No, Sho-chan. I can’t relax with you all day - and even though I know you wanted sex, I can’t give it to you either.”
And Sho complied; of course he would. But even though Ohno had said that, Sho decided to, at least, be in the same room with his lover - the room was stink with the smell of paint and clay and so much more and it was a little bit cramped and dusty, but Sho still sat obediently with his back against the wall, letting Ohno works without any disturbance.
When his Plan A failed, Sho quickly made a Plan B: Spending time with Ohno quietly in his art room while reading a book.
He wasn’t reading his book at the moment though, and later he knew he’d be annoyed at himself for not following his own plan, but he barely cared about it right now. Ohno’s hunched back and his dancing hand and his slowly-formed-painting were much more exciting for him - he felt like he could watch it forever.
Which seemed to be the case; Sho really just watched him all day. No words were exchanged between them, and Ohno’s gracious movements actually lulled him to sleep, and he was actually ready to do it, when Ohno suddenly put - no, slammed his brush down to the wooden floor. “Ugh.” He groaned.
Sho jolted; the sudden movement was effective to make him fully awake, and he was about to ask him ‘what’s wrong’, but Ohno’s body suddenly leaned backward and hit the floor.
For a moment, he thought Ohno passed out, and Sho nearly screamed.
But thankfully, he wasn’t. Ohno had his eyes wide opened, and he was pouting as he stared into the ceiling, seemingly thinking hard about something. Sho wondered if he was allowed to talk now, but he finally did as he crawled towards the younger man. “You okay?”
“The painting is shit.” Ohno whined as he stretched his neck so he could stare at Sho’s face. “It’s…ugly.”
Sho glanced at the painting; well, he wasn’t in any place to say anyone’s painting was ugly, and to be honest, Ohno’s painting looked amazing. It looked like a human - or maybe an animal? Sho wasn’t sure either, but to him, it was still amazing. “It’s good.” He said honestly.
“But that wasn’t what I wanted to draw.” The older man whined yet again; he raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and Sho frowned at how dirty Ohno’s hands were. He grabbed on Ohno’s hands before he was able to wipe his sweat, and he tsk-ed as he examined it. “It’s very dirty.”
“I was painting, what do you expect?” Ohno mumbled, and Sho found logic in his answer, though he didn’t bother to point it out. “Well, stay here.” Sho told him then. “I’ll get a towel for you.”
“And a glass of water too?”
“Spoiled brat.”
“Thanks, love you too.” Ohno grinned childishly at him, and after smiling back, Sho finally went out of the room to get all the things he need. He took two towels and he wetted one of it, and then he also took a bottle of water from the fridge. When he was back to the room, Ohno was already sitting, once again facing his drawing. He let his fingers trailing the canvas, not caring that he made it dirtier than it already was - Sho had wanted to scold him for it, but he stopped himself. He wasn’t sure either, but there was something…magical - something with the way Ohno traced his own painting with his lips half opened, seeing something that only him could see.
Sho wondered what kind of scene that Ohno see behind those brown, warm eyes.
Slowly, without making sound, he approached Ohno and kneeled beside him. Then, he gingerly touched Ohno’s hand that was tracing the canvas, holding it in his and giving it a light squeeze. Ohno turned to stare at him; he looked like someone just bringing him back from his trance, before a lopsided smile broke his face. “Your hands will be dirty too.”
“I don’t mind.” Sho replied sweetly. Ohno chuckled at that and he squeezed Sho’s hand back, before then he let him pulled his hand away from the canvas to clean it up. Ohno gave both his hands to Sho, sighing as the cold towel touched his palm, and he let Sho scrubbed it with the towel, trying hard to clean the dry paints from it. “Sho’s hands are bigger.”
Sho perked up at that; he looked up to see Ohno staring down at his own hands, and he grinned sheepishly. “Guess it is. Just a bit though. ”
“Even though we’re both guys, yours are bigger than mine.” Ohno suddenly sulked while glaring at his own hands. “Mine is bigger than girls, but still -“
“But I love your hands.” Sho cut him off while he was still trying to clean Ohno’s hands. “I love it so much.”
“Even though it’s smaller?” Ohno asked skeptically, and Sho nodded to that.
“It is smaller compared to mine, but you have long, delicate fingers. And despite working on those artsy thingy, it’s still surprisingly soft.” Sho placed his palms against Ohno’s once he was done cleaning it. Ohno pressed his palms against Sho’s too, and he was smiling as he listened to his words. “Sho-chan’s pretty rough though.” He commented then.
“Well, I’m sorry for that.”
“But I also love it.” He added, much to Sho’s surprise. “Because it’s warm.”
Ohno’s simple words were enough to send butterflies flying around inside Sho’s stomach. He smiled warmly at Ohno, and he latched their fingers together then. “And yours fits perfectly with mine.”
The smile Ohno gave him was enough to take his breath away, and Sho leaned forward to feel that smile with his lips. They melted into the kiss, and Sho slowly pushed Ohno down to the floor, with their hands still latched with each other - Ohno gave him a light squeeze as their kiss deepened, and he just squeezed it back, giving him a reassurance that he wouldn’t let go; Ohno’s the only thing in the world that he would never let go.
When their kiss ended and their lips have parted, Sho hasn’t even let go of Ohno’s hands. He pushed himself up a bit so he wouldn’t crush Ohno though; the older man was staring dreamily at him as he was trying to catch his breath, but even then he was still smiling. The smile turn into an embarrassed one when Sho lifted one of Ohno’s hands to give it a kiss though, but Sho really enjoyed the growing blush on Ohno’s chubby cheeks. “Stupid.” Ohno said, as if he could hear his thought out loud.
“So am I stupid now for loving your hands?” Sho murmured, his lips brushing against Ohno’s knuckle and it only made his blush darkened.
“Only my hands?” Ohno teased.
“I love you.” Sho said sweetly. “Especially your hands.”
Ohno let out a merry laugh as he then reached up to caress Sho’s cheek gently. Sho laughed along, and he enjoyed the gentle touch that Ohno gave him, sighing happily as he let Ohno caressed him. “I love you too.” Ohno said then. “Especially your air muscles.”
“You idiot.” Sho retorted playfully, and he ducked down to give Ohno merciless tickles on his tummy, making him breathless again, but this time because of giggles and pleas for him to stop.
That day, they both failed to follow their respective plans; Ohno wasn’t able to finish his painting and Sho wasn’t able to finish his book, not like it was important anyway.
But months later, he wasn’t surprised at all to see a painting of latched hands in Ohno’s exhibition. When asked about it by the media, Ohno had said that he drew it ‘out of the blue’ and that he just ‘got the idea out of nowhere’ - people laughed at that, and then they’d brushed it off, but Sho knew better than them.
When the day ended, Sho came up to him and took Ohno’s hands, latching their fingers together just like in the painting.
It was his beloved hands after all; the one that fitted his perfectly.
Pairing: Yama
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ohno dislike the fact that his hands are a bit smaller than Sho. On the other hand, Sho loves Ohno's hands so much.
Disclaimer: I only own the story
A/N: I made this simply because I saw an OTPbot in twitter with prompt: 'Your OTP measuring their hands together'. The image of Yama doing this couldn't leave my mind I wonder why it wasnt Juntoshi though LOL and so I decided to write it down. Not sure if Sho's hands are bigger, so if it isnt, then lets just pretend it is! :p It turned out to be pretty good, imo LOL well, enjoy! Comments will be loved! <3
Ohno was painting.
And being a good boyfriend he was, Sho just sat quietly behind the older man. He brought a book with him, but he found himself unable to concentrate with it at all, because he was too captivated with his lover - he watched the way his hand moved the brush graciously over the canvas, as if he was dancing. He watched the way his lover would tilt his head to the side often to see his painting on a different angle. Sometimes Ohno’d clicked his tongue - apparently something didn’t go as his planned, and he’d mix the colors furiously, creating a brand new color that he brushed without hesitation into the canvas.
It amazed him.
Sho had actually planned today to be their ‘house-date’ - the two’s schedule has always clashed after all since Sho was busy with his own works, while Ohno, clearly, was busy with his upcoming exhibition. Sho could tell that Ohno was under a big pressure at the moment, so when Ohno told him that he was going to paint all day despite knowing Sho’s intention to relax - and maybe, ehem, have sex with him - Sho could only nod. It was an unsaid rule between them; they loved each other, but they wouldn’t disturb each other’s works - they’d respect whatever choices the other made.
Ohno’s choice for today was: “I’m going to paint all day.”
Which translated to: “No, Sho-chan. I can’t relax with you all day - and even though I know you wanted sex, I can’t give it to you either.”
And Sho complied; of course he would. But even though Ohno had said that, Sho decided to, at least, be in the same room with his lover - the room was stink with the smell of paint and clay and so much more and it was a little bit cramped and dusty, but Sho still sat obediently with his back against the wall, letting Ohno works without any disturbance.
When his Plan A failed, Sho quickly made a Plan B: Spending time with Ohno quietly in his art room while reading a book.
He wasn’t reading his book at the moment though, and later he knew he’d be annoyed at himself for not following his own plan, but he barely cared about it right now. Ohno’s hunched back and his dancing hand and his slowly-formed-painting were much more exciting for him - he felt like he could watch it forever.
Which seemed to be the case; Sho really just watched him all day. No words were exchanged between them, and Ohno’s gracious movements actually lulled him to sleep, and he was actually ready to do it, when Ohno suddenly put - no, slammed his brush down to the wooden floor. “Ugh.” He groaned.
Sho jolted; the sudden movement was effective to make him fully awake, and he was about to ask him ‘what’s wrong’, but Ohno’s body suddenly leaned backward and hit the floor.
For a moment, he thought Ohno passed out, and Sho nearly screamed.
But thankfully, he wasn’t. Ohno had his eyes wide opened, and he was pouting as he stared into the ceiling, seemingly thinking hard about something. Sho wondered if he was allowed to talk now, but he finally did as he crawled towards the younger man. “You okay?”
“The painting is shit.” Ohno whined as he stretched his neck so he could stare at Sho’s face. “It’s…ugly.”
Sho glanced at the painting; well, he wasn’t in any place to say anyone’s painting was ugly, and to be honest, Ohno’s painting looked amazing. It looked like a human - or maybe an animal? Sho wasn’t sure either, but to him, it was still amazing. “It’s good.” He said honestly.
“But that wasn’t what I wanted to draw.” The older man whined yet again; he raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and Sho frowned at how dirty Ohno’s hands were. He grabbed on Ohno’s hands before he was able to wipe his sweat, and he tsk-ed as he examined it. “It’s very dirty.”
“I was painting, what do you expect?” Ohno mumbled, and Sho found logic in his answer, though he didn’t bother to point it out. “Well, stay here.” Sho told him then. “I’ll get a towel for you.”
“And a glass of water too?”
“Spoiled brat.”
“Thanks, love you too.” Ohno grinned childishly at him, and after smiling back, Sho finally went out of the room to get all the things he need. He took two towels and he wetted one of it, and then he also took a bottle of water from the fridge. When he was back to the room, Ohno was already sitting, once again facing his drawing. He let his fingers trailing the canvas, not caring that he made it dirtier than it already was - Sho had wanted to scold him for it, but he stopped himself. He wasn’t sure either, but there was something…magical - something with the way Ohno traced his own painting with his lips half opened, seeing something that only him could see.
Sho wondered what kind of scene that Ohno see behind those brown, warm eyes.
Slowly, without making sound, he approached Ohno and kneeled beside him. Then, he gingerly touched Ohno’s hand that was tracing the canvas, holding it in his and giving it a light squeeze. Ohno turned to stare at him; he looked like someone just bringing him back from his trance, before a lopsided smile broke his face. “Your hands will be dirty too.”
“I don’t mind.” Sho replied sweetly. Ohno chuckled at that and he squeezed Sho’s hand back, before then he let him pulled his hand away from the canvas to clean it up. Ohno gave both his hands to Sho, sighing as the cold towel touched his palm, and he let Sho scrubbed it with the towel, trying hard to clean the dry paints from it. “Sho’s hands are bigger.”
Sho perked up at that; he looked up to see Ohno staring down at his own hands, and he grinned sheepishly. “Guess it is. Just a bit though. ”
“Even though we’re both guys, yours are bigger than mine.” Ohno suddenly sulked while glaring at his own hands. “Mine is bigger than girls, but still -“
“But I love your hands.” Sho cut him off while he was still trying to clean Ohno’s hands. “I love it so much.”
“Even though it’s smaller?” Ohno asked skeptically, and Sho nodded to that.
“It is smaller compared to mine, but you have long, delicate fingers. And despite working on those artsy thingy, it’s still surprisingly soft.” Sho placed his palms against Ohno’s once he was done cleaning it. Ohno pressed his palms against Sho’s too, and he was smiling as he listened to his words. “Sho-chan’s pretty rough though.” He commented then.
“Well, I’m sorry for that.”
“But I also love it.” He added, much to Sho’s surprise. “Because it’s warm.”
Ohno’s simple words were enough to send butterflies flying around inside Sho’s stomach. He smiled warmly at Ohno, and he latched their fingers together then. “And yours fits perfectly with mine.”
The smile Ohno gave him was enough to take his breath away, and Sho leaned forward to feel that smile with his lips. They melted into the kiss, and Sho slowly pushed Ohno down to the floor, with their hands still latched with each other - Ohno gave him a light squeeze as their kiss deepened, and he just squeezed it back, giving him a reassurance that he wouldn’t let go; Ohno’s the only thing in the world that he would never let go.
When their kiss ended and their lips have parted, Sho hasn’t even let go of Ohno’s hands. He pushed himself up a bit so he wouldn’t crush Ohno though; the older man was staring dreamily at him as he was trying to catch his breath, but even then he was still smiling. The smile turn into an embarrassed one when Sho lifted one of Ohno’s hands to give it a kiss though, but Sho really enjoyed the growing blush on Ohno’s chubby cheeks. “Stupid.” Ohno said, as if he could hear his thought out loud.
“So am I stupid now for loving your hands?” Sho murmured, his lips brushing against Ohno’s knuckle and it only made his blush darkened.
“Only my hands?” Ohno teased.
“I love you.” Sho said sweetly. “Especially your hands.”
Ohno let out a merry laugh as he then reached up to caress Sho’s cheek gently. Sho laughed along, and he enjoyed the gentle touch that Ohno gave him, sighing happily as he let Ohno caressed him. “I love you too.” Ohno said then. “Especially your air muscles.”
“You idiot.” Sho retorted playfully, and he ducked down to give Ohno merciless tickles on his tummy, making him breathless again, but this time because of giggles and pleas for him to stop.
That day, they both failed to follow their respective plans; Ohno wasn’t able to finish his painting and Sho wasn’t able to finish his book, not like it was important anyway.
But months later, he wasn’t surprised at all to see a painting of latched hands in Ohno’s exhibition. When asked about it by the media, Ohno had said that he drew it ‘out of the blue’ and that he just ‘got the idea out of nowhere’ - people laughed at that, and then they’d brushed it off, but Sho knew better than them.
When the day ended, Sho came up to him and took Ohno’s hands, latching their fingers together just like in the painting.
It was his beloved hands after all; the one that fitted his perfectly.