Drabble: KaoruxToshiya, for sick_pride
[Title] Reverberation
[Pairing] Kaoru/Toshiya
[Genre/Type] Fluff, romance/Oneshot
[Rating] PG-13
[Warnings] Gratuitous use of the eff-wurd.
[Summary] It's been like the war described in the book.
[Author's Notes] Ehhhn, first time writing K/T, because I've never really gotten how they work, but I tried. SERIOUSLY GAIZ. I TRIED ): Hopefully it turned out decent. And why do I always need a picture to inspire me?
[Song(s)] Rehab - Sittin' In a Bar
The Civil War. The American Civil War. Toshiya guessed that since the band had been touring worldwide, Kaoru wanted to study up on some of the States' culture.
But since when did the fucking 1800's deal with the twenty-first century way of life? The younger man couldn't get a grasp on it. He hated history, always had, but he especially hated it now because for the past week, that book had taken up his Kaoru's precious time. No time for Toshiya, oh no, gotta study about shit that didn't matter nowadays. In the middle of the week, the younger had ventured and asked what the big deal about a foreign, almost ancient, war was, and his lover had gone off on a giant speil about how the country had gotten into the debate of whether slavery should be allowed, Battle of something-with-cow, an underground subway or something, until he had actually fallen asleep during Kaoru's speech.
Big fucking deal. Toshiya could suck Kaoru's internal organs and possibly his eye-burningly beautiful soul through his dick, yet the Civil War had pushed that away, too. Kaoru had even declined Toshiya's mind-blowing (no pun intended) propostition for that stupid book.
He was really starting to get frustrated with the book. He wanted his Kaoru back, wanted to stay up late in the night with him, just holding him and raking his long fingers through those long locks of hair while Kaoru smoked quietly, his free arm wrapped around the younger one's waist. No words needed, no actions being made, pure distilled comfort. Nowadays, his honey fell asleep to that book. Not to Toshiya's breathing or Toshiya's heartbeat, but to that fucking book.
Just like now, as the older is lying beside him in slumber, the book still held in reading position but his glasses sliding halfway down that aristocratic nose. Didn't help the unsuspecting man that a line of drool was making its way down his chin, which made Toshiya snort under his breath and continue typing in the document he was working on.
Suddenly, a flash of an idea went through his mind while he printed off the document. Looking at that book and his printer, he reminded himself why it was that he was so mad at that book.
If Kaoru really loved him as much as he typically said he did, it HAD to work. Had to.
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Kaoru woke up to late-night traffic outside the apartment; ear-splitting horns, sirens, and screeching tires. The television was on, the lamp on, and Toshiya was curled up beside him, his face pressed into the elder's bare side. He smiled at the image of Toshiya's nose being squashed against his ribcage and turned back to his book.
A typed note was clipped onto the page with a heart-shaped clip. Where the fuck did THAT come from? He looked over at the dozing Toshiya with a raised eyebrow and back at the note, reading over it.
And when he was done, damn, did he feel like a douchebag.
He tossed the book across the room and rolled over onto the side facing Toshiya and reached out to touch the sleeping visage, brushing the stray hairs out of his eyes and brushed his lips against the relaxed features, moving them down across the valleys of cheek and eyebrows and nose until he got to those soft lips, such a difference between his own dry and chapped ones.
The elder left them there, savoring the oh-so familiar yet somehow new feeling linger until he felt the other's stirring and a pair of warm brown eyes looking into his. He felt the other grin, his breath smelling of bubblegum when he murmured against the shorter one's lips, "Take it you found my note?"
Kaoru snorted, nodding and pulling the other closer as he pecked Toshiya's bottom lip. "Alright, I put down my book and gave you a kiss, so in return will you please wake up and contemplate the future with you in my arms? Or get sweaty, doesn't matter to me. Either way, you'll be in my arms, and I missed that."
No need to ask Toshiya twice.
for sick_pride who somehow got me into writing KxT, even if just a little.
x-posted to kaoxtotchi and direngrey_yaoi.