Title: Sparks
Chapter: 2/2
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora x Shou (Givuss era)
Genre: Romance, fluff
Warnings: male x male, sugary fluff, teenage angst, foul language, smut.
Summary: First apartments, first real friends, first bands, first loves...they all create sparks in the forest that is our lives. Some of them catch fire, eventually...
Comments: Here is long-awaited part two!!! Thanks to everyone who took interest and left kind comments, you guys are the best :D Without further ado, enjoy...
***
He woke up alone, cold, and with one of the worst hangovers he'd ever had in his short life.
The blood rushed to his face when he remembered why his hands and stomach were sticky, white drops on the dark bedsheets proof enough that he hadn't dreamed all of it. Wishing that it had been a dream, since dreams only involved him and his own fucked up brain, since dreams didn't leave collateral damage.
He pulled himself up from the futon, stomach feeling dangerously uneasy, his head heavy, shivering in the cool bedroom. The heating was back on, but had not functioned long enough to clear the humidity that had invaded the entire place. He gave a quick look to the alarm clock on the night stand, bold red numbers indicating that it was two in the afternoon. How long had the tiger been up, brooding? It worried him to no end. He pulled on a black hoodie, making his way out of the bedroom with shuffling steps, freezing on the spot when he saw Tora, sitting against the far wall with his guitar in his lap, a steaming mug of dark tea in front of him, the ashtray beside it close to overflowing.
He had changed his hair. It was now dyed a glossy black, with dark blonde streaks in his freshly cut bangs. And he'd cut it much shorter, the tips grazing the angle of his jaw.
It was beautiful. He was beautiful. Yet the whole change scared him, knowing that Tora was loathe to change anything that he liked, unless he needed his mind taken off things that troubled him.
Last night had troubled him, and Shou was responsible.
He had another cigarette in his mouth, pulling on it pensively until Shou made the floorboards creak, dragging him out of his thoughts. He looked at the dishevelled vocalist for half a second before lowering his eyes again, thick lashes obscuring his amber gaze, the flush deepening on his high cheekbones.
"Hey." he mouthed, his voice so low that it barely even counted as a whisper.
Shou frowned. This wasn't good, at all. Good would have been waking up with the tall man still in bed with him. Good would have been a deep, warm hug that enfolded him. Good would have been a hungry kiss from those gorgeous lips that consumed everything in its wake.
But Tora was there, sitting against the wall, as far as he possibly could, barely even able to look at him.
He cleared his throat.
"Tora. About…about last night…"
"I need space right now." was his clipped answer, "I need to, I don't know, process it. Something like that."
His voice was cold, none of that warm underlying purr that Shou had heard the night before.
Shou took a deep breath, holding back the tears that filled his eyes.
"Okay." he murmured, making his way to the bathroom to shower, hoping that the sound of the falling water would drown his anguished sobs.
What more was there to do now but cry all the tears of his body, now that his tiger had rejected him.
***
Awkward was too weak a word to describe their interactions after that night.
The tall guitarist had taken his tiny futon out of the closet, and slept in the living room after that night, the gesture angering Shou so much that it didn't give him any incentive to make things right.
Tora was barely even talking to him, and he wasn't really trying to communicate either, too angry at the tiger's silence, and too scared of causing another catastrophe by revealing the feelings that he had kept hidden for so long. Gone were the affectionate gestures between the two, except for half-hearted, fake, fan-service during lives, gone were the late night jamming sessions, the shared bowls of rice, the laughing over morning coffee.
Their apartment became as quiet and cold as a cheap hotel room. Somewhere to spend the night, but nothing more.
They recorded the last album going to the studio separately, feeling the whole band falling apart right along with their relationship. They were all growing apart, the fights becoming more frequent as their musical styles diverged over time. Their days were counted already, disbandment imminent, again, despite the success and the strong fanbase they had managed to gather in so short a time.
Shou already had a bad feeling that day, when he walked into their rehearsal room to find Tora and Tsunehito fighting already about the new compositions, the two completely at odds with each other with the directions to take. Yuu hadn't arrived yet, and probably wouldn't arrive for a while more, as all rehearsals ended with everyone being angry at each other lately. He'd worked all day at the cafe, and he was exhausted, and emotional, in no mood to deal with their constant bullshit.
"What the fuck is going on?" he asked, annoyed as he shucked his bag on the couch, crashing on it afterwards.
"What's wrong? Tora wants to decide on everything again, as fucking usual, here's what's wrong!" Tsunehito exclaimed in his high pitched voice, making Tora roll his eyes.
"I don't want to decide on everything, I'm just trying to explain to you why your compos don't fit with our fucking style!" Tora retorted, acid dripping from his tone.
"Oh yeah, because you know everything don't you? How can you fucking tell what goddamn style we are when we don't even know ourselves!"
This was really getting out of hand.
"Okay calm down you two, let's discuss this calmly like adults…"
Tsunehito sniggered.
"What's the fucking point, we all know you always take Tora's side anyway…"
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Shou asked, standing up to face Tsunehito.
"We all know how fucking in love you two are, its not like you're fooling me at any rate."
Shou was about to answer, but Tora was faster, rage plain on his features.
"I don't fucking swing that way." he spat, in self defence, only realizing the weight of his words when Shou just clammed up, zipping his coat, putting his bag on his shoulder.
Those words. Those words cut him so deep he didn't even know how to react. Like the night they had spent together was just a meaningless, drunken act of self-satisfaction on his part. He draped his scarf around his neck, his eyes so full of tears he barely even saw Tora's face drained of all colour as he started walking to the exit.
"Do you know what guys? I fucking quit. I don't give a shit if you guys disband or find a new singer, I'm fucking out of here…"
***
He wandered the empty streets for what seemed like hours, questioning all of his life up to that very moment. Maybe he wasn't meant to sing in a band after all? He wished he could just forget about all of it and just start anew, with new goals, new plans…
The night was still, it had rained earlier, a thin layer of moisture covering everything in sight, making everything glitter and shimmer beautifully. He was underdressed, wearing only his thin leather coat, skinny jeans, a hoodie and a scarf, threadbare high top converse on his feet. And clearly, he couldn't really count on body fat to keep him warm. But the cold was cleansing, and purifying, allowing him to think somewhat clearly for the first time in a month. He still wanted to sing. Without singing, he had no purpose. So he'd find another band, start all over again. But did that mean he had to leave the tiger behind to fend for himself?
He couldn't get Tora's amber eyes out of his brain. And he hated him for it. Hated himself even more for not being able to stop thinking about him. About his mouth, and his hands, and those eyes that burned him. The way he ruffled his hair whenever he was nervous, how he smoked slowly, enjoying every drag, the way he applied his eyeliner. How he slept, long limbs entangling with his carelessly, the taste of his smooth skin, the way he had murmured his name so urgently when he had spilled all over his fingers...
"Why, why, why?" he raged, "why do I love you so fucking much?" he growled, leaning against a mailbox, arms crossed.
He infuriated him. And yet he couldn't get him out of his head.
The cold forced him to head back home, dreading the moment that he would have to come face to face with the guitarist. What was he gonna say?
When he reached the familiar door, a sound coming in from the other side made him pause, fingers frozen on the handle.
A moan. A high toned, feminine moan.
He cursed under his breath and threw open the door, greeted by the very last thing he would've wanted to see at that moment. He knew what was going on behind that door, he would've been an idiot not to figure that one out. But he still had an idiotic sliver of hope that maybe he was wrong, that maybe the tall guitarist was a decent man with a hint of morality, and that he would spare him the humiliation.
But not tonight.
Tora was shirtless, lying down on his futon on top of some girl, also shirtless. A girl. Her hair was long and blond, her eyes liquid brown, her skin an even golden tone. His hands were on her full breasts, mouth busy with one of her pink, hard nipples. Some really girly girl, pretty as hell, as if he was desperately trying to prove himself that he truly didn't "swing that way". Anything would've been better than seeing this. But he made himself look at it, the image burning itself in his retinas, hoping that it would make him hate the tiger, who was only just now realizing that the front door was wide open, and that his vocalist was right there looking at him.
Even then, he couldn't bring himself to hate him. He could only hate himself more for being the fool that loved him.
Tora was off the girl in a flash, eyes filled with a mixture of self-hatred and embarrassment, his cheeks flushed, as he was clearly a little intoxicated. The girl jumped and covered herself clumsily, obviously a little drunk herself too. To her credit, she didn't say anything as she got off the futon, shrugging on her shirt and coat in half a second before brushing right by Shou as she made her hasty exit. She'd known her night was over the very second her eyes had met Shou's, so filled with unspeakable rage and sorrow that it nearly hurt her too, prompting her to leave in a dash before things go ugly.
Smart girl.
Her booted footsteps echoed in the corridor, and then all was quiet as she exited the building.
Shou felt a warm tear slide down his frozen cheek. And then another, and another, eyes never leaving the guitarist's amber ones, where so much emotional turmoil was occurring he could hardly make sense of it.
"How could you…" Shou murmured, not quite in question, more like a statement, his voice so small and full of hurt that Tora flinched.
"Shou…Shou I…" he started, tone apologetic.
"No. No actually I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear a single thing from you. Ever again." Shou cut him off, coming in a few paces to grab another hoodie off the kitchen counter.
"Shou…please, let me at least explain…" Tora pleaded, starting to get up.
"Seriously, what is there to explain? You said so earlier, you don't swing that way. I get it. Its totally fucking fine. Doesn't mean you had to rub it in my face, but I guess you had to prove a point. Congrats, point proven." Shou spat, shoving the spare shirt in his bag.
"You can sleep with your fucking guitars now for all I fucking care…" he added, incapable of keeping his voice from cracking on the last words, because he did care.
He loved him, and he did care, but if he admitted to it now, if he gave in, then what was left of his pride would just disappear entirely, leaving but a shell of himself behind. He took a deep breath to keep from panicking, rushing through the door. He couldn't breathe, he had to get the fuck out, ignoring Tora's voice begging him to stay, to at least hear him out. But he was out the door, and out of the building, and before he knew it, his footsteps had brought him to the only safe place he knew of outside of the apartment. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. Two text messages, and three missed calls, all from Tora. He erased the messages without reading them, and dialled the number from memory. Three rings, and a hazy voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Kimi-chan. Sorry to wake you."
Kimi was his best friend from work, blissfully ignorant about music and artsy types. Short, slim, with a chestnut brown pixie-cut and huge, ink black eyes, she was cute in an elfin kind of way.She was the voice of reason for him, and he often relied on her sound advice. She always knew how to cheer him up, and she always reminded him that if he needed anything, she was there for him.
"Shou-kun! Are you alright?"
"Yeah, well, I'm in front of your door. I really need a place to stay tonight…"
"Dude, don't you move, I'm coming down!"
"Kimi, please tell me there's some kind of hard liquor lying around that I can drink until I pass out?"
"Wow…that fucking bad huh? I have a bottle of cheap vodka…"
"As long as it gets me drunk, I really don't care at this point…"
***
Shou got smashed beyond recognition that night, pounding shot after shot, Kimi following him right along shot for shot. Neither of them worked the next day, and she felt like Shou really needed to disconnect from reality. They both got so smashed that they fell asleep on her couch, waking up at four in the morning to crawl to her futon. She helped him out of his clothes and into a pair of sweats that had belonged to her ex, and both just passed out again until late afternoon. He woke up to the sound of her making hacking noises like a cat trying to spit a hairball. She sounded so miserable he couldn't help but go check on her, finding the poor brown haired girl hugging the toilet, looking fairly green. He chuckled as he leaned down to pat her back.
"I thought you had a stronger constitution Kimi-chan…" he admonished, chuckling when she gave him a dirty look from underneath damp bangs.
"I weigh half of what you do, and I shouldered each of your shots…frankly I'm surprised I didn't hurl last night…"
"We have all day to recover, don't you worry…"
They spent the day nursing their hangover, drinking sparkling water and moaning about their catastrophic love lives, all the while watching every horror movie they could get their hands on. It felt good. Shou realized then that maybe he needed some space of his own, to figure himself out, make sense of his feelings without having the pressure of dealing with everyone around him. Kimi was neutral, and non judgemental, and he could trust her to guide him towards some sort of a solution.
He stayed at her place three days, phone turned off, just thinking and rehashing everything in his brain. If Tora didn't love him back, there was nothing he could do about it. Its not like he could win him over now, and he had to move on, no matter how hard it was. With that realization out of the way, he started browsing ads for a new band to join, until a small add got his attention. It was at the bottom of a page, in cute bubbly font.
Dorky, geeky drummer with a sweet disposition, and a sexy blonde playboy bassist, looking for fellow musicians to put together a visual-kei band. Lots of failed bands left behind is a plus, it means you have good experience, and you never give up ^_^ Contact Naoyuki…
The cutesy font, and the cheerful tone made him smile. Life was starting to look a little better already. But before calling, he had to go back to the apartment, pack up his stuff and move into Kimi's spare bedroom. It would be too hard to have the beautiful boy who didn't reciprocate his feelings always under his nose as he tried to get over him. He claimed a long hug from Kimi for courage as he was leaving, and she patted him on the back affectionately.
"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you? You don't have to do this on your own you know…"
He sighed, kissing her cheek gently before detaching himself, shrugging on his leather jacket over the two layered hoodies.
"If I don't do this on my own, I'll pussy out of doing what needs to be done. And it has to be if I want to move on and grow from the whole…experience."
"The word you're looking for is ordeal."
They both chuckled.
"It does sound more accurate. But really, don't worry, I'll see you tonight."
"Okay. Be strong."
He had to be strong. Had to be otherwise he would get crushed to bits and never get up from that broken heart. He walked slowly back to the apartment, early daylight like a warm caress on his skin, dried leaves crunching under his shoes. At least it was nice and sunny, warm even for september, his mood getting a bit more positive as he got closer and closer to his destination. He turned his phone back on.
Twenty-seven missed calls.
Twelve text messages.
His eyes widened seeing that all of them were from Tora. He didn't dare read any of the messages, afraid that what he'd find in there would weaken his resolve. He deleted them all.
He finally got to the familiar door, hand paused on the handle, listening for any signs of life on the other side.
Nothing.
He turned the key into the lock and pushed the door open, letting himself in. Tora was there, asleep on his futon, looking a little worse for wear. Eyeliner smeared around his eyes, hair spiking in all directions, only wearing a tight pair of black jeans. There was an open bottle of whiskey by the futon, and an ashtray close to overflowing, two empty packs of menthol marlboroughs beside it. Shou felt his heart tighten in his chest. Had he worried about him? A warm fuzzy feeling engulfed him for a few seconds, before he replaced it with cold resolve. He had to pack, and get this over with. Before he only got hurt any more than he already was. He made his way across the living room, stepping carefully over guitar jacks and pedals, making his way to the bedroom thinking that Tora still slept like the dead. But he'd woken up as soon as the tall vocalist entered, amber eyes cracking open a fraction to see that the man he had desperately been calling and looking for everywhere was back. Finally. He was up in a flash, startling Shou halfway to death, when he rushed to him and grabbed his arm, turning the pale vocalist to face him. There was so much boiling rage in those amber eyes that Shou flinched back, trying to shrug off his hand, but he wasn't letting go.
"What the fuck was that about?" the tiger's voice was dangerously low, and full of hardly repressed anger.
"What?"
"You disappear for three days, not answering any calls, or texts, no one knows where you are, and you think you can just waltz back in here without a care in the world? Fuck no. I was worried sick Shou. I thought something had happened to you…" his voice broke, on the last sentence, and it made Shou sigh as he pried the fingers off his arm, turning his back on the tall man.
He could feel all of his resolve draining away, he had to make it quick.
"Don't worry, I'm not staying. I won't ever be in your way again."
"What the hell does that even mean?"
"I'm moving with Kimi. Tonight. I'm just here to pack my shit and go."
"The hell you are…you can't." Tora pleaded, his voice full of unshed tears.
He whirled, ticked off.
"Oh but I can, and will. You're destroying me from the inside Tora. I love you, I've loved you from the day I saw you, up on that stage. When our eyes met, I felt like my heart wanted to burst out of my chest. When we came home that night last month, and we made each other orgasm, remember that? Well I thought that maybe, just maybe I had a fucking sliver of a chance. But fuck, I was naive and stupid, thinking that I could make you love me…"
Tora's eyes flared, flashing amber light as he grabbed on to Shou's narrow shoulders, bringing his face so close to his their noses touched.
"Shut up…" he whispered, tears flowing in black streaks down his high cheekbones, "you can't make me love you, but thats because I love you already, so goddamn much I don't even know how to deal with it…" he murmured, grabbing Shou's face in his hands before pressing his mouth against the vocalist's startled one, efficiently stopping any further protest on his part.
He drowned in the kiss, words forgotten as Tora's hands roamed his body, undressing him urgently. His tongue tasted of whiskey and menthol, and Shou only wanted more of that taste, of that skin underneath his hands. They parted only to breathe, only long enough for Tora to finish pulling him out of his hoodies, his tee-shirt, callused finger tips roaming bare skin as their mouths latched to one another again, hips shifting against each other's. They fell back on the futon, Tora kneeling between Shou's thighs as he worked him out of his tight jeans, and underwear. It felt like a dam breaking, flooding them both with lust as they ripped each other's clothes off, hips grinding, breath quickening, mouths and tongues discovering bared skin. When Tora's mouth slipped down the curve of his neck, down his chest to latch on a soft-pink nipple, he couldn't hold back the sob that shook his entire body, eyes filling with tears.
"Shou…what's wrong?" Tora's soft voice asked, a concerned look on his beautiful face as it came back into view over him.
He reached for that gorgeous face above his own with both hands, tracing every line of it with his fingertips, wanting to remember everything, as tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, across his temples.
"I'm so afraid. I'm so afraid this is a dream, and I'll just wake up on Kimi's futon, hangover, wishing it was real…"
Tora's mouth found his again, soft and insistent, as his hand traced a gentle, fleeting path down his chest, down his smooth belly, fingers wrapping tightly around Shou's cock, making him arch and surge against the guitarist's muscular body.
"Does this…" he stroked him, hard, just the way Shou loved, " feel like a dream?"
"No…gods…do it again, please…"
***
They teased each other, with fingers and tongue, discovering every inch of each other's bodies with passionate curiosity. He moaned in delight when that plush mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, with only slight hesitation, his clever tongue dipping in the slit. He went at it carefully, teasing and prodding with his tongue, committing every gesture that made Shou's hands clench in his hair to memory. And repeating them, again and again, the vocalist's moans filling the room. But when Tora's fingers grazed that tight opening between his legs, he couldn't help but flinch a little. Tora paused, letting Shou's cock slide out of his mouth, his fingers continuing what his lips and tongue had started. Amber eyes studied his every reaction with undivided attention as his other fingers grazed the spot again, making Shou's breath hitch in his throat.
"Is this ok?"
"Yes…yes, its just that…well. Its my first time with a guy so…"
"I read about it…"
Shou's already wide eyes widened a fraction more, Tora's cheeks flushing.
"You know, um, to be prepared? I guess…" he mumbled, embarrassed.
"How was it?"
"Exciting as fuck. It made me hard."
It only made Shou's heart swell in his chest as he sat up, sliding in Tora's lap, gathering the taller man in his arms, their mouths meeting again, tender, eager.
"So you were planning to have sex with me?"
Tora smiled. That sweet, shy smile that had made sparks fly in Shou's heart.
"The day I met you. I wanted to jump down that stage and ravish you right there. I wanted you so much it scared me…" he murmured, serious again, "I'd never felt that way, about anyone. It terrified me. That's why I reacted the way I did after we got home that night. I thought I was going insane because it only made me want you so much more, and I just…I…I didn't know how to deal with myself."
"So you fled?"
The amber-eyed boy sighed, hands sliding up and down the vocalist's spine as he pressed their bodies together as tight as he could, trailing soft kisses up Shou's shoulder.
"Yeah. Fleeing my issues instead of facing them, classic me. Thats why I was with that girl the other night…I…I needed to prove myself something."
"Did it work?"
Tora chuckled, deep and low.
"Yes. It proved to me that I was so into you that the whole time I was with her, all I could think about was you. Wishing that it was your lips kissing me, your hands touching me…" he murmured, mouth grazing the curve of his jaw, making the vocalist's arms tighten around his neck, "I don't want anyone other than you touching me…"
"Oh Tora…never let me go…never again…"
"Never…I swear I'm never letting you go. Even if I have to die holding you…"
***
When Tora slipped his lube-slicked cock inside him, in a single, smooth thrust, he knew that very instant that no one else would ever satisfy him that way.
The guitarist had meticulously stretched him with lubed fingers, clearly having done his homework on the finer points of anal sex. The fingers had felt odd at first, not exactly pleasant or unpleasant, just odd, until Tora's digits crooked, and scissored, finding a spot deep inside him that made his vision black out every time he touched it. It made him arch off the bed, gasping and crying out for more, cock leaking, balls so tight they nearly hurt. He had kept going, until Shou just couldn't stand it anymore, begging desperately for him to fill his tight opening with his cock.
Take me…oh god…take me now…
Tora's hips eased back and forth between his thighs, slowly, letting him adjust to the penetration. But there was no adjusting needed. His fingers had done all the work, Shou wanting this so goddamn much that he was beyond caring if the friction burned a little at first, grabbing onto Tora's hips to urge him to move faster. He was hesitant, despite the blissful feeling of that burning flesh encasing him tighter than anything else he had ever experienced.
"I don't want to hurt you…" he managed between choppy breaths.
"Tora…Tora I'm fucking begging you…harder. Fuck me hard…I need…I need to feel you, deep inside..." Shou begged, back arching as Tora obliged his demands, speeding up his deep thrusts, making them both cry out as the head of his cock pressed that tender spot.
It was so good. Too good almost, the feeling of filling him so completely, of being trapped all around with the tightest heat. So tight each thrust caused a delightful burn to creep up from between his legs to his lower belly, throughout his torso, down his muscular legs, sweat breaking all over his body.
Shou's legs hitched up over his shoulders, adjusting the angle to cause maximum pressure on that sweet spot, the vocalist's body tensing in a tight arc as his hands fisted the sheets. The sight alone had Tora's cock swelling deep inside him, hips bucking, hands clenching on the back of Shou's slender thighs. He was just about ready to explode.
"Shou…gods, I'm so fucking close…I want…I want to come inside you…"
The idea of his beautiful tiger exploding inside him sent his entire body trembling with eagerness.
"Please…give it to me…come inside me, Tora…" he begged wantonly, biting his lower lip as Tora's cock surged deep inside at the words.
"Jerk yourself off at the same time…with both hands…" Tora panted, so full of want he could hardly contain himself.
The vocalist groaned at the words, both hands reaching between his legs, one of them circling the base of his cock, cupping his tight balls, as the other wrapped around the twitching length, stroking himself from root to tip back and forth, smearing pre-come all over his tight cock. It was to much to handle for Tora. The lewd visual of his sweet vocalist with heavy lidded eyes, mouth parted, skin glistening with sweat as both hands worked that slick cock. It had his hands clenching on Shou's narrow hips, angling his body to receive his fiery orgasm as it rushed right through him, head falling back as his hips bucked wildly, pounding hard against that sweet spot. Shou's entire body arched right off the futon as his own orgasm took over, heat exploding between his legs, deep inside him, all of his nerve endings going haywire as his entire body shook with pleasure, contracting in deep spasms around the guitarist. Tora's heat filled him, spilling deep inside, muscles twitching in his lower belly as he spent himself, Shou's own come leaking down cock and fingers, pooling in the hollow of his hip.
The tall guitarist pulled out gently in a gush of liquid heat, to then collapse on the bed beside him, enfolding Shou in a strong embrace, panting, warm breaths ruffling the damp hair on his forehead. They lay entwined, his head pillowed on Tora's inner arm, one slender leg draped over his hip, holding their lower bodies tight together, quiet except for the sound of their breathing slowing down, back to a normal pace. Tora's hand roamed his back, side and hip, his soft, plush mouth endlessly seeking his own in a succession of tender kisses that made his heart throb.
He was dozing off, eyes closed when Tora's husky voice broke the silence.
"Will you be my boyfriend?" he asked, a little shyly despite what they had just done.
Shou chuckled low in his throat.
"Yes. Of course." he replied softly.
Tora sighed contentedly, hitching Shou's leg higher up on his hip, grinding himself against the slender vocalist, who hissed at feeling the guitarist hot and hard against his lower belly.
"Good, because I wasn't taking 'no' for an answer…"
***
Tora was blissfully passed out, head pillowed on Shou's stomach as he lay with his torso cradled between the vocalist's long legs, when Shou's phone rang. It was Kimi. He picked up with one hand, the other buried in Tora's soft-as-silk, ebony hair.
"Hey Kimi," he purred, his voice a little hoarse still.
"Hey! How did it go? You sound like you just had sex…"
"Well, lets just say that I won't be moving in finally…"
"Ohhhhh…he apologized?"
Shou grinned, fingers dipping down to the nape of Tora's neck, gently massaging the soft skin there.
"Yeah. We made up." he replied, a hint of dreaminess to his voice that Kimi picked up immediately.
Kimi snorted at the other end of the line.
"From the sound of you, its more like 'made out' than made up. And from that gushiness in your voice, it sounds like even maybe 'made love'…Am I right?"
He couldn't help a silly grin from curving his mouth up.
"Maybe…"
"Are you two in bed right now?"
"Perhaps…"
"Oh come on! Spill it…"
"Twice. We made love twice. He's sleeping with his head on my belly right now…and he asked me to be his boyfriend, I said yes."
"Whoa…How was it?"
"Incredible, and beautiful…more than I expected. But I'm a little sore now…"
Kimi chuckled.
"Well, thats a little more detail than expected…but it doesn't mean I don't want to hear all of it when I see you at work tomorrow. All the crispy details…"
Shou's silly grin turned into a soft, loving smile as he looked down at the beautiful boy drooling on his stomach, sleeping with utter abandon, finally letting his guard down.
"Okay, I'm saving the crispy bits for you…"
***
They stood in front of the address that Nao had given them, the both of them bundled against the cool morning air, holding hands. Its was a nondescript rehearsal building, full of those soundproofed rooms where aspiring bands struggled to get their act off the ground. They both hoped that it would be their last act.
Shou turned to his lover, enfolding him in his tight embrace.
"I'm scared…" he mumbled, face buried in Tora's neck, "I've been wanting to be in a band all my life, and now I'm afraid that if this audition doesn't work out it's never gonna happen…"
Tora rubbed his lower back soothingly with one hand, the other holding him close. They'd made love that morning, slow and tender, bodies entwined in the morning light, getting ready for the hardships ahead with a heady dose of each other's skin, moans and murmured words of love.
"We're gonna make it. Don't worry babe, I know we'll make it big one day. And we'll be together to enjoy our success, always. We'll always have each other…" Tora murmured, hand slipping underneath Shou's chin to tilt his face towards his own.
They got lost into each other's eyes, amber and chocolate, communicating so much more throughout silent emotion than with words. It didn't matter that they were young, broke, and still struggling to get successful in life. As long as they had each other, they would get through thick and thin, like they'd always had.
"I love you, you know." Tora murmured, amber eyes full of softness as he caressed Shou's nose with his own, both hands now holding his face up towards his.
"I love you too, I'll always do…"
They kissed, long and deep, not caring one bit that two young men had stopped their animated conversation to stare.
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"You think it's them?" Saga asked Nao as they got to their rented rehearsal space, finding a couple kissing passionately right in front of the door.
They were both beautiful. The taller one of the two had a black guitar case strapped to his back, longish raven-black hair with blonde streaks, skin like ivory, and sharp, exotic features that would make him stand out in a crowd, despite the fact that he was a giant with never-ending legs. The slightly shorter one had silvery blonde hair, huge, long lashed eyes, an oddly shaped, but cute nose and a delicate, almost frail frame that made him look fragile and posed. They were well matched, tall and slender, stylishly dressed in skinny jeans, studded belts and leather jackets, the taller one wearing all black as the shorter one woke grey jeans and a red hoodie underneath his worn leather coat, a striped scarf around his neck. They clearly were very much in love, the taller one holding the other's face with both hands as if it was something precious as he ravished his mouth, the other arching into the kiss, clinging to the other with both arms around his slender waist.
Nao was looking at them fondly, a dreamy smile on his full lips, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
"They are cute, ne?"
"Very…but wouldn't having a couple in the band cause a heck of a lot of problems?"
The couple parted, giggling, the two of them flushed and smiling, the shorter one getting on his toes to wrap his arms around the taller one's neck, putting playful pecks on his full lips before the two started kissing again. The two witnesses sighed. They were disgustingly cute.
"I'm willing to give them a chance…come on, lets go meet our lovebirds…"
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Ahhhhh done at last! It felt good to rework this :D Sorry for taking so long, my life gets in the way of writing pretty often…Plus I got a heartagram tattooed on my right index finger (Tora fangirl to the death…) and a 6 tattooed on my ring finger (Number six for life!) two days ago so my good hand was a little sore for typing XD I re-wrote most of this while listening to Planetarium, my all time favourite Givuss song. It always makes me feel dreamy and bittersweet, I looove it…I recommend listening as you read too ;) I hope you guys liked it, see you next time :D xoxo