Fictober 2019 Day 18 - Prompt: A Bridge
Title: A Bridge
Fandom: BAD BOYS J
Pairing: Hisao/Hiro
A/N: Day 18 of the Fictober Challenge I decided to try (here) .
Day 18 - A Bridge
The street lights are the only glimpse of something brighter, the clouds having hidden the moon for hours now. It’s even darker under the bridge, but it’s quiet, and deserted, abandoned by everyone.
The smoke floats up into the air in random, vague shapes, and Hisao leans his head back on the wall, closes his eyes and exhales deeply. The 2nd cigarette already, which means he’s being stood up, technically. But he doesn’t care, only brings it to his lips again. They never know when they’ll be able to sneak away from their gangs. And he did hear something about a Nights birthday party for one of their members.
He’s just finished with his 2nd cigarette too, when he hears steps, can’t miss a single thing since it’s only creepy silence around him. He takes a step back, even though he’s perfectly hidden in the dark, gets ready for a possible attack, because this is the perfect spot for homeless people to sleep or thieves to escape, after all. There’s always this risk, because they need to keep everything hidden, and so it’s only in such places that they can meet. Night does not scare them, anyway, it’s made for them.
The scent reaches him before the hand does, and it’s the confirmation that sets his heart at ease and on fire at the same time. Would recognize it anywhere, no one else carries that scent, and then a second hand joins the first, and they pull him away from the wall, until he feels the mouth on his own, and he reaches up, to touch the face, to run his fingers through the hair, even though he knows very well the hair is a little forbidden. Stupid Nights narcissists…
Hiro’s face is soft and he tastes like strawberry cake, which is no surprise, but it only makes Hisao go deeper into it, hold onto his clothes, slip his fingers into the unbuttoned shirt area, brush over the skin. His hands have a tight hold on Hisao that almost hurts him, but it doesn’t bother him in the least, only leads him to push him, until he’s pressed against the wall, and now he can do the same with his body, feel every move, every twitch.
“I thought you’d have left by now.” Hiro pants as they try to catch their breaths and kiss again at the same time. “It took me longer to get out-“
“Shut up, I don’t care.” Hisao hisses back at him, shoves his tongue down his throat once more, and now he has to moan, because Hiro is groping him anywhere he can reach, and it’s full of greed and passion, makes the fire inside him destroy everything. Stupid Hiro, who thought “no relationships between different gang members” was something they could actually obey…
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Fandom: BAD BOYS J
Pairing: Hisao/Hiro
A/N: Day 18 of the Fictober Challenge I decided to try (here) .
Day 18 - A Bridge
The street lights are the only glimpse of something brighter, the clouds having hidden the moon for hours now. It’s even darker under the bridge, but it’s quiet, and deserted, abandoned by everyone.
The smoke floats up into the air in random, vague shapes, and Hisao leans his head back on the wall, closes his eyes and exhales deeply. The 2nd cigarette already, which means he’s being stood up, technically. But he doesn’t care, only brings it to his lips again. They never know when they’ll be able to sneak away from their gangs. And he did hear something about a Nights birthday party for one of their members.
He’s just finished with his 2nd cigarette too, when he hears steps, can’t miss a single thing since it’s only creepy silence around him. He takes a step back, even though he’s perfectly hidden in the dark, gets ready for a possible attack, because this is the perfect spot for homeless people to sleep or thieves to escape, after all. There’s always this risk, because they need to keep everything hidden, and so it’s only in such places that they can meet. Night does not scare them, anyway, it’s made for them.
The scent reaches him before the hand does, and it’s the confirmation that sets his heart at ease and on fire at the same time. Would recognize it anywhere, no one else carries that scent, and then a second hand joins the first, and they pull him away from the wall, until he feels the mouth on his own, and he reaches up, to touch the face, to run his fingers through the hair, even though he knows very well the hair is a little forbidden. Stupid Nights narcissists…
Hiro’s face is soft and he tastes like strawberry cake, which is no surprise, but it only makes Hisao go deeper into it, hold onto his clothes, slip his fingers into the unbuttoned shirt area, brush over the skin. His hands have a tight hold on Hisao that almost hurts him, but it doesn’t bother him in the least, only leads him to push him, until he’s pressed against the wall, and now he can do the same with his body, feel every move, every twitch.
“I thought you’d have left by now.” Hiro pants as they try to catch their breaths and kiss again at the same time. “It took me longer to get out-“
“Shut up, I don’t care.” Hisao hisses back at him, shoves his tongue down his throat once more, and now he has to moan, because Hiro is groping him anywhere he can reach, and it’s full of greed and passion, makes the fire inside him destroy everything. Stupid Hiro, who thought “no relationships between different gang members” was something they could actually obey…
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