Makeshift Christmas [PG-13, D/S]
Title: Makeshift Christmas
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Die/Shinya
Genre: ... fluff.
Summary: "It's Christmas tomorrow, and we're in the States, after all. It'd feel wonderful to have a traditional Christmas here.”
A/N: This was for irmavep777 through the Secret Santa, hope you liked it. :>
Irrelevantly, I hate LJ for making my fics spacious like an open prairie.
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Makeshift Christmas
Shinya missed snow. He looked out of the hotel room's window and saw nothing but raindrops on the glass and unclear, blurry lights in the rain. The view was black despite all the streetlamps and lights casting out of the windows of the buildings - it seemed like the water gathered and drowned every color and ray of light from sight.
It was depressing. California wasn't supposed to be wet and dark. It was supposed to be sunny and happy, this wasn't even close to any of that. He sighed and turned back from the window, sat down on the bed with a sigh and crossed his arms.
They felt heavy and worn from the day's show, but it was alright, the good sort of exhaustment. In a moment, he got an urge to know the time, so he reached out for his phone and lit up the screen.
Half past one.
A sly smile appeared on his face. He had a plan.
*
Die mumbled an answer to whatever had been just said to him, not caring that his reply was in Japanese and the American couldn't understand it.
”Hey, I need to go. Kaoru! God, KAORU!”
He moved past the man gaping at him and stole the band leader's beer when he stopped in front of him, sipped out of it and handed it back like it was a medal of honor. Kaoru stared at him but failed at being intimidating, he was too drunk to actually care and too drunk for his face to work properly in the first place.
”Going, man. Shinya wants to get to bed and told me he'll strangle me in my sleep if I don't come there now and wake him up later on, and you know that I do believe him when he threatens my life. So, have fun. If you get lost in the city, you know who to call, ok?”
”Yeah. Yoshiki. See you.”
The older's voice wasn't exactly interested, and Die was fairly sure he hadn't even heard half of the things he'd just said.
Leaving it at that, he pulled his bag closer to his side and walked out of the building, absently patting about his pockets for the pack of cigarettes he no longer carried with him. It was raining, he noticed with a frown.
A part of him was glad Kaoru was drunk. This way, he didn't have to come up with a good excuse - Shinya was scary, that much was true, but not scary enough to win over booze.
Truth was that there was something entirely different that enabled Die to drop whatever he was doing just to be with the younger man, and that something was one of the things Kaoru would never, ever get to hear.
At least Die hoped so.
He covered his head with the hood of his jacket and pushed his hands down his pockets, looking for a cab to call over.
There were many in sight but only the third he waved at stopped for him.
He had to pronounce the hotel's name thrice and felt a blush rising on his cheeks. His English surely wasn't that bad.
*
Shinya's fingers travelled through his hair as he watched the movie on the TV screen, trying to understand what was going on between the two women who were talking really fast over cups of coffee. His heart jumped when his ears caught steps in the corridor, and the disappointment was great when he heard them move away from his door. It wasn't Die.
He hadn't got a reply from the man and was slowly starting to doubt whether the he had even received his message in the first place. He could certainly call the guitarist, but if he was still at the party, the chances of him picking up or hearing anything were slim at best.
He'd wait a while, then call. If he wouldn't get a reply, he'd simply go to bed, and...
A knock on the door!
Shinya jumped up from the bed, punched the TV off and ran for the door. His lips formed the warmest and most honest smile he had been smiling all week as he opened the door and saw the taller man's soaked profile leaning to the wall.
”Hey, I heard someone's missing me,” Die said in a warm, soft and gentle tone, appearing extremely flirty with his hand sneaking its fingertips underneath the opening of his jeans nearby the hip bone.
”Yes. I was,” Shinya admitted.
He felt embarrassed for his shy voice as he stepped out of the way to let Die in, but the feeling diminished as the taller closed the door and pushed him against it.
Shinya wrapped his arms around the slim man and chuckled, tilting his head as he examined the other's face.
”Why the hell is it so dark in here?” Die mumbled and turned around to look for the switch to turn on the lights.
As the other's attention strayed, Shinya escaped. He galloped into the open room and laid down on the bed, huffing in anticipation. The lights flashed on in the doorway and turned the room golden. Die wandered in after him in an unhurried manner. He didn't even glimpse at Shinya, who was making himself comfortable on the bed by stuffing pillows behind his back, but walked up to the windows and closed the shades instead.
”The weather's terrible,” he commented and finally looked at the drummer, ”I swear I was out for two minutes at best, and look at me now.”
”Should you take your clothes off, then? I can only offer you a towel in return, however.”
A light sparkled into life in the drummer's eyes, and Die laughed.
”Well, I might get cold,” he commented, shrugging.
”I don't care,” the blonde said and invited him over.
Die obeyed, pulling off his wet shirt on the way. Shinya bit his lip and shivered. The other's body was beautiful, pale and thin but muscular and of a healthy color for once. He could see the shadows of Die's ribs but they were blending harmonically with the shadows of the muscles, and these shadows in turn blended to the skin's creamy colour seamlessly, making the whole picture very appealing.
The strongest shadows appeared about the man's hips and vanished beneath the jeans.
The drummer let out a slight purr, making room on the bed for the grinning brunette.
*
Die sat on the edge of the bed, fingers covering a part of his arm that was feeling the cold of the air around him more than other parts of his body were. He wanted to pull up a blanket and wrap it around himself, but he'd cope for now.
His other hand journeyed on Shinya's cheek and caressed it lightly as their eyes met for a split second before Shinya escaped the eye contact. The older man felt his grin turn into a smile as he leaned in to kiss the younger.
Shinya answered immediately. The kiss was soft and quite casual, merely a battle between their lips without tongues ever touching - this sort was the most familiar to them both, as Shinya seemed to judge deeper kisses vulgar and fit only for sex.
”You know what this room lacks?” the younger finally broke the kiss and pushed Die's face away by pressing a single finger against his chin.
”Weeeell? I wouldn't know, I'm already here... Do you want someone else to join us? Someone drop-dead gorgeous? What is it?”
Shinya let out a laugh and shook his head.
”No! Candles. It's Christmas tomorrow, and we're in the States, after all. It'd feel wonderful to have a traditional Christmas here.”
Die frowned. He laid on his side and moved his arm around Shinya's waist. The younger's hand was left in between them - it found its way on his heart and stayed there to feel the pulse.
”Are you serious? I just got here, and now you want to host a...”
A demanding stare from the younger shut Die up. He grimaced.
”Maybe the roomservice has some?”
Shinya smiled.
”Let's check!”
And they checked. In a matter of minutes they had a batch of candles, some match sticks and a dinner for two ordered. Die waited in the back of the room while Shinya accepted the order and paid for it, not feeling up to looking gay for their tiny, shy, feminine drummer in front of any random stranger who could spread the rumour onwards.
Shinya ordering food for two wasn't out of the ordinary, but him having a bandmate over for it when all signs pointed towards a romantic dinner surely was.
*
They ate the dinner on bed. The TV was on again, they had found a way the option for subtitles from the setup screen and were now enjoying some class B action movie while actually understanding properly what was going on. Shinya held his head on Die's shoulder when he wasn't eating, and Die was stuffing his face with as much food as he possibly could without choking on it like he hadn't eaten in days. The candles were lit and positioned on top of the TV, on the window sill, and on top of the drawer and the small desk next to the bed. All in all, this was making them both sleepy.
Finally, Shinya laid aside his plate and turned on his side, watching Die quite keenly, efficiently making him feel awkward and very self-conscious about how he ate his food.
The older tilted his head as he turned his eyes to the drummer, swallowed everything he had in his mouth, drank a gulp of iced water and poked his tongue out at Shinya.
”C'mon, stop staring,” he whined and put down his plate.
The younger shut the TV through the remote and sighed. Everything looked yellow in the candle lights.
”Are you done with it?” Shinya asked with a hint of a smile on his lips.
Die shrugged.
”I guess, if you're going to keep staring, that is.”
”Fine.”
The blonde drummer picked up their plates and moved them next to the TV, turned back towards Die and then, without a warning, pushed him on his back to the bed. Die let out a fake moan of displeasement, actually appreciating the direction things had just taken a turn towards.
”Heeeee-eey,” he whined and let his hand grab the younger's shirt.
Shinya huffed and climbed on top of Die without giving any sign he had acknowledged to the fact he was being held by the shirt. He leaned in to kiss the older, bit his lower lip and purred.
”You're amazing,” Die mumbled and let go of the drummer's shirt, moving his hand to the younger's hair instead.
Shinya pushed his head against Die's hand and closed his eyes.
”Do you think?”
”Yeah,” Die said and chuckled, ”yeah, I do. So... since we don't have a Christmas tree or anything, what would you like? I don't even have a wrapped-up present, but I can give you the leftovers of my meal if you want.”
”Shut up, stupid.”
There was a certain tone of dominance, as amused as it was at first glimpse, in Shinya's voice that sent shivers down Die's spine.
Usually it was him on the other - when they were in public, with friends or anywhere else, Die was the one teasing and mocking the younger. But when they were in private, Shinya was a lot less... well, intimidatable. And he certainly wasn't the one to take orders, he gave them. After all those years, Die still wasn't sure what exactly made the difference, was Shinya simply terrified of attention in larger groups or if he simply enjoyed being strange like that, but it suited the older well enough. His ego was never crushed completely that way - balance was important.
The younger's fingers tracked his face, drew out his nose and lips and pressed against his chin. Die watched his eyes, which had gained a curious look to them, and felt slightly dizzy.
”Where's the wine...?” he muttered and closed his eyes.
Shinya chuckled.
”You'll have to earn it.”
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Die/Shinya
Genre: ... fluff.
Summary: "It's Christmas tomorrow, and we're in the States, after all. It'd feel wonderful to have a traditional Christmas here.”
A/N: This was for irmavep777 through the Secret Santa, hope you liked it. :>
Irrelevantly, I hate LJ for making my fics spacious like an open prairie.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Makeshift Christmas
Shinya missed snow. He looked out of the hotel room's window and saw nothing but raindrops on the glass and unclear, blurry lights in the rain. The view was black despite all the streetlamps and lights casting out of the windows of the buildings - it seemed like the water gathered and drowned every color and ray of light from sight.
It was depressing. California wasn't supposed to be wet and dark. It was supposed to be sunny and happy, this wasn't even close to any of that. He sighed and turned back from the window, sat down on the bed with a sigh and crossed his arms.
They felt heavy and worn from the day's show, but it was alright, the good sort of exhaustment. In a moment, he got an urge to know the time, so he reached out for his phone and lit up the screen.
Half past one.
A sly smile appeared on his face. He had a plan.
*
Die mumbled an answer to whatever had been just said to him, not caring that his reply was in Japanese and the American couldn't understand it.
”Hey, I need to go. Kaoru! God, KAORU!”
He moved past the man gaping at him and stole the band leader's beer when he stopped in front of him, sipped out of it and handed it back like it was a medal of honor. Kaoru stared at him but failed at being intimidating, he was too drunk to actually care and too drunk for his face to work properly in the first place.
”Going, man. Shinya wants to get to bed and told me he'll strangle me in my sleep if I don't come there now and wake him up later on, and you know that I do believe him when he threatens my life. So, have fun. If you get lost in the city, you know who to call, ok?”
”Yeah. Yoshiki. See you.”
The older's voice wasn't exactly interested, and Die was fairly sure he hadn't even heard half of the things he'd just said.
Leaving it at that, he pulled his bag closer to his side and walked out of the building, absently patting about his pockets for the pack of cigarettes he no longer carried with him. It was raining, he noticed with a frown.
A part of him was glad Kaoru was drunk. This way, he didn't have to come up with a good excuse - Shinya was scary, that much was true, but not scary enough to win over booze.
Truth was that there was something entirely different that enabled Die to drop whatever he was doing just to be with the younger man, and that something was one of the things Kaoru would never, ever get to hear.
At least Die hoped so.
He covered his head with the hood of his jacket and pushed his hands down his pockets, looking for a cab to call over.
There were many in sight but only the third he waved at stopped for him.
He had to pronounce the hotel's name thrice and felt a blush rising on his cheeks. His English surely wasn't that bad.
*
Shinya's fingers travelled through his hair as he watched the movie on the TV screen, trying to understand what was going on between the two women who were talking really fast over cups of coffee. His heart jumped when his ears caught steps in the corridor, and the disappointment was great when he heard them move away from his door. It wasn't Die.
He hadn't got a reply from the man and was slowly starting to doubt whether the he had even received his message in the first place. He could certainly call the guitarist, but if he was still at the party, the chances of him picking up or hearing anything were slim at best.
He'd wait a while, then call. If he wouldn't get a reply, he'd simply go to bed, and...
A knock on the door!
Shinya jumped up from the bed, punched the TV off and ran for the door. His lips formed the warmest and most honest smile he had been smiling all week as he opened the door and saw the taller man's soaked profile leaning to the wall.
”Hey, I heard someone's missing me,” Die said in a warm, soft and gentle tone, appearing extremely flirty with his hand sneaking its fingertips underneath the opening of his jeans nearby the hip bone.
”Yes. I was,” Shinya admitted.
He felt embarrassed for his shy voice as he stepped out of the way to let Die in, but the feeling diminished as the taller closed the door and pushed him against it.
Shinya wrapped his arms around the slim man and chuckled, tilting his head as he examined the other's face.
”Why the hell is it so dark in here?” Die mumbled and turned around to look for the switch to turn on the lights.
As the other's attention strayed, Shinya escaped. He galloped into the open room and laid down on the bed, huffing in anticipation. The lights flashed on in the doorway and turned the room golden. Die wandered in after him in an unhurried manner. He didn't even glimpse at Shinya, who was making himself comfortable on the bed by stuffing pillows behind his back, but walked up to the windows and closed the shades instead.
”The weather's terrible,” he commented and finally looked at the drummer, ”I swear I was out for two minutes at best, and look at me now.”
”Should you take your clothes off, then? I can only offer you a towel in return, however.”
A light sparkled into life in the drummer's eyes, and Die laughed.
”Well, I might get cold,” he commented, shrugging.
”I don't care,” the blonde said and invited him over.
Die obeyed, pulling off his wet shirt on the way. Shinya bit his lip and shivered. The other's body was beautiful, pale and thin but muscular and of a healthy color for once. He could see the shadows of Die's ribs but they were blending harmonically with the shadows of the muscles, and these shadows in turn blended to the skin's creamy colour seamlessly, making the whole picture very appealing.
The strongest shadows appeared about the man's hips and vanished beneath the jeans.
The drummer let out a slight purr, making room on the bed for the grinning brunette.
*
Die sat on the edge of the bed, fingers covering a part of his arm that was feeling the cold of the air around him more than other parts of his body were. He wanted to pull up a blanket and wrap it around himself, but he'd cope for now.
His other hand journeyed on Shinya's cheek and caressed it lightly as their eyes met for a split second before Shinya escaped the eye contact. The older man felt his grin turn into a smile as he leaned in to kiss the younger.
Shinya answered immediately. The kiss was soft and quite casual, merely a battle between their lips without tongues ever touching - this sort was the most familiar to them both, as Shinya seemed to judge deeper kisses vulgar and fit only for sex.
”You know what this room lacks?” the younger finally broke the kiss and pushed Die's face away by pressing a single finger against his chin.
”Weeeell? I wouldn't know, I'm already here... Do you want someone else to join us? Someone drop-dead gorgeous? What is it?”
Shinya let out a laugh and shook his head.
”No! Candles. It's Christmas tomorrow, and we're in the States, after all. It'd feel wonderful to have a traditional Christmas here.”
Die frowned. He laid on his side and moved his arm around Shinya's waist. The younger's hand was left in between them - it found its way on his heart and stayed there to feel the pulse.
”Are you serious? I just got here, and now you want to host a...”
A demanding stare from the younger shut Die up. He grimaced.
”Maybe the roomservice has some?”
Shinya smiled.
”Let's check!”
And they checked. In a matter of minutes they had a batch of candles, some match sticks and a dinner for two ordered. Die waited in the back of the room while Shinya accepted the order and paid for it, not feeling up to looking gay for their tiny, shy, feminine drummer in front of any random stranger who could spread the rumour onwards.
Shinya ordering food for two wasn't out of the ordinary, but him having a bandmate over for it when all signs pointed towards a romantic dinner surely was.
*
They ate the dinner on bed. The TV was on again, they had found a way the option for subtitles from the setup screen and were now enjoying some class B action movie while actually understanding properly what was going on. Shinya held his head on Die's shoulder when he wasn't eating, and Die was stuffing his face with as much food as he possibly could without choking on it like he hadn't eaten in days. The candles were lit and positioned on top of the TV, on the window sill, and on top of the drawer and the small desk next to the bed. All in all, this was making them both sleepy.
Finally, Shinya laid aside his plate and turned on his side, watching Die quite keenly, efficiently making him feel awkward and very self-conscious about how he ate his food.
The older tilted his head as he turned his eyes to the drummer, swallowed everything he had in his mouth, drank a gulp of iced water and poked his tongue out at Shinya.
”C'mon, stop staring,” he whined and put down his plate.
The younger shut the TV through the remote and sighed. Everything looked yellow in the candle lights.
”Are you done with it?” Shinya asked with a hint of a smile on his lips.
Die shrugged.
”I guess, if you're going to keep staring, that is.”
”Fine.”
The blonde drummer picked up their plates and moved them next to the TV, turned back towards Die and then, without a warning, pushed him on his back to the bed. Die let out a fake moan of displeasement, actually appreciating the direction things had just taken a turn towards.
”Heeeee-eey,” he whined and let his hand grab the younger's shirt.
Shinya huffed and climbed on top of Die without giving any sign he had acknowledged to the fact he was being held by the shirt. He leaned in to kiss the older, bit his lower lip and purred.
”You're amazing,” Die mumbled and let go of the drummer's shirt, moving his hand to the younger's hair instead.
Shinya pushed his head against Die's hand and closed his eyes.
”Do you think?”
”Yeah,” Die said and chuckled, ”yeah, I do. So... since we don't have a Christmas tree or anything, what would you like? I don't even have a wrapped-up present, but I can give you the leftovers of my meal if you want.”
”Shut up, stupid.”
There was a certain tone of dominance, as amused as it was at first glimpse, in Shinya's voice that sent shivers down Die's spine.
Usually it was him on the other - when they were in public, with friends or anywhere else, Die was the one teasing and mocking the younger. But when they were in private, Shinya was a lot less... well, intimidatable. And he certainly wasn't the one to take orders, he gave them. After all those years, Die still wasn't sure what exactly made the difference, was Shinya simply terrified of attention in larger groups or if he simply enjoyed being strange like that, but it suited the older well enough. His ego was never crushed completely that way - balance was important.
The younger's fingers tracked his face, drew out his nose and lips and pressed against his chin. Die watched his eyes, which had gained a curious look to them, and felt slightly dizzy.
”Where's the wine...?” he muttered and closed his eyes.
Shinya chuckled.
”You'll have to earn it.”