Ficlet: Smoothie Session
I was literally two seconds from falling into a comatose sleep when Yamanaka decided to pester me. So, have what my brain decided to cough up. Sorry for typos, but I didn't even bother to put on my glasses. I'M BLIIIIIIIND.
Title: Smoothie Session
Pairing: Yamanaka/Toranosuke AKA Torachin
Rating: Probably PG
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“Hey… can I be the first one to make love to you?”
He should have said no. Initially, that was what he had planned to do, but as flowers wilt and rise with the sun, Toranosuke’s moods dipped and escalated when Yamanaka’s did. He wasn’t sure how and when his emotions had started to synchronize with possibly the most bipolar man on the planet, but it was a reoccurring situation by then. And at that particular moment, Yamanaka was smiling confidently as he’d ever been. His mouth still wrapped around the straw of his strawberry smoothie, while Toranosuke’s mouth was hanging open, caught between a horrified scream and an undignified squeak.
For his own pride, Toranosuke will let you decide which sound actually came out.
If you had chosen either of them, you’d be dead wrong, by the way, because what really came out was much, much worse.
Quietly, shoulders hunched and head bowed-Yamanaka was trying to somehow make eye contact by copying the motion in a ridiculous swaying activity-Toranosuke muttered, “Yeah.”
Title: Smoothie Session
Pairing: Yamanaka/Toranosuke AKA Torachin
Rating: Probably PG
--
“Hey… can I be the first one to make love to you?”
He should have said no. Initially, that was what he had planned to do, but as flowers wilt and rise with the sun, Toranosuke’s moods dipped and escalated when Yamanaka’s did. He wasn’t sure how and when his emotions had started to synchronize with possibly the most bipolar man on the planet, but it was a reoccurring situation by then. And at that particular moment, Yamanaka was smiling confidently as he’d ever been. His mouth still wrapped around the straw of his strawberry smoothie, while Toranosuke’s mouth was hanging open, caught between a horrified scream and an undignified squeak.
For his own pride, Toranosuke will let you decide which sound actually came out.
If you had chosen either of them, you’d be dead wrong, by the way, because what really came out was much, much worse.
Quietly, shoulders hunched and head bowed-Yamanaka was trying to somehow make eye contact by copying the motion in a ridiculous swaying activity-Toranosuke muttered, “Yeah.”