FIC: To Need and Be Needed
Title: To Need and Be Needed
Rating: PG-13 for language and alcohol use?
Pairing: Toki/Skwisgaar, but neither is going to admit it yet.
Summary: Toki is drunk, and Skwisgaar knows how to take care of him.
Note: This...probably isn't very good. But, it's dedicated to everyone on my f-list who love Toki/Skwisgaar, so I guess that counts for something?
To Need and Be Needed
"You's are a fucking mess," Skwisgaar declared, just staring for a moment, standing in the doorway of Toki's room.
"Fucks you," Toki groaned.
"I don'ts wants to fucks you," Skwisgaar declared. He moved over to the bed, helping Toki up.
"Where we goin's, a party?"
Skwisgaar rolled his eyes. "Yeah, a real funs party. Comes. Walks with me."
Toki was heavier than he looked, with all that muscle, but it wasn't far to the bathroom, and the blond began to undress his younger bandmate when they got there.
"Solids gold bathtub!" Toki declared.
Skwisgaar rolled his eyes again. "Looks, could you maybe helps me out here? You's squirmin' around like a dogs."
"Woof woof! Hee! I's bad dog, Skwisgaar! I pees!"
"NO. You nots pee except in the toilets." The expression on Skwisgaar's face was very dangerous. "I leads you to the toilets, and you does your business."
"...You's no fun."
"Dat's rights. I's no funs. Not like, you know, peeing all over youself. Has a little dignity, huh?"
He waited until Toki managed to pee into the toilet and flush before he started the water.
"You gets in the tub with me," Toki declared.
"Why woulds I do that, huh? I not the stinking drunks here."
Toki turned to look at him, very serious. "I knows dat. Dat's why you gets in with me."
The Swede's expression softened. "You feel bads abouts your prablems?"
Toki nodded slowly.
Skwisgaar put Toki's shampoo, conditioner, and body wash in a neat little line on the lip of the tub, and then slid his tank top off. The cold air made his skin tighten.
"Baths party!"
"You don'ts tell no ones about this, little Toki," Skwisgaar murmured, kicking off his boots, pulling his pants down.
"I keeps de secret," Toki smiled lopsidedly. He glanced down. "Skwisgaar...how does dats even fits inside of ladies?"
"NEVERS YOU MINDS. We has to take our baths now." He held still as Toki used his shoulder to help balance as he pulled off his boots and socks. And then he made sure to lock the door to the bathroom.
He helped Toki into the tub, and tried to get behind him, but Toki wanted to be in the back of the tub.
"That doesn'ts makes sense. I has to be behind, so I can wash your hairs. T'inks."
Toki looked up at him petulantly. "I can't think. I'ms a stinkin' drunks."
He slid in behind Toki, coaxing him back to rest against him for a little while. "Your hair is a tangled mess," he declared.
"You likes me best whens I'm a mess," Toki said. The Swede stiffened. "You likes me as a baby what you takes care of. You cares abouts me."
Skwisgaar sat, frozen in place, hmming and ahhing and unable to form an actual statement of any kind.
Toki sighed, letting his eyes close. "If you washes me, we can cuddles."
"I DON'TS WANTS TO DO THAT!"
"If you washes me...we can cuddles," Toki repeated.
"I don'ts want to," Skwisgaar said again, quietly.
"If you don'ts dos it...who will?" He nestled his head against the solid body.
"I coulds make a Klokateer does it," Skwisgaar said honestly, tone still quiet.
"They's too rough. You're gentle, Skwisgaar."
Skwisgaar couldn't argue with that, so he reached for the shampoo.
Skwisgaar brushed out Toki's hair. "Such a baby. Cant's do anything right."
"I'm lucky to has you," Toki said with his patented "innocent" expression.
Skwisgaar helped him into his underwear and pajamas, then put his own clothes back on. He started to head toward the bedroom door.
"If you don't stay...I'll drink agains."
The Swede paused, not turning around. "I...knows."
"I reallies do likes you. I do."
He sighed, turning around. "You can'ts manipulates me. I likes you too. And I'll cuddles you. I know you don'ts feel good. This has to stops, though. You're path-setic."
Toki looked down at the ground. Skwisgaar curled some of that damp hair behind his ear.
"Do you sometimes drinks because of me? So I does this?"
Toki didn't look up.
"I should punches you." But he kissed his forehead instead. Toki latched onto him, holding on tightly.
"I remember that time I pukes on you, and you didn'ts even gets mad," Toki said, voice strained, his face buried. The Swede's hand rubbed circles on his back as his breath hitched and he let out a sob.
"Gets into the bed and I be's right there," Skwisgaar whispered. He found the puke bucket and flipped the light off, heading over to the bed in the dim glow of the kitty nightlight.
"I reallies do likes you," Toki said sadly.
"I really likes you too," Skwisgaar said honestly. He curled behind Toki, holding him close. These moments were like a series of interconnected dreams: mystical, and never referenced outside themselves. Toki would have been awake for hours if Skwisgaar hadn't been there to hold him. As it was, Toki was snoring within minutes, not long after clumsily kissing Skwisgaar's clean knuckles.
Rating: PG-13 for language and alcohol use?
Pairing: Toki/Skwisgaar, but neither is going to admit it yet.
Summary: Toki is drunk, and Skwisgaar knows how to take care of him.
Note: This...probably isn't very good. But, it's dedicated to everyone on my f-list who love Toki/Skwisgaar, so I guess that counts for something?
To Need and Be Needed
"You's are a fucking mess," Skwisgaar declared, just staring for a moment, standing in the doorway of Toki's room.
"Fucks you," Toki groaned.
"I don'ts wants to fucks you," Skwisgaar declared. He moved over to the bed, helping Toki up.
"Where we goin's, a party?"
Skwisgaar rolled his eyes. "Yeah, a real funs party. Comes. Walks with me."
Toki was heavier than he looked, with all that muscle, but it wasn't far to the bathroom, and the blond began to undress his younger bandmate when they got there.
"Solids gold bathtub!" Toki declared.
Skwisgaar rolled his eyes again. "Looks, could you maybe helps me out here? You's squirmin' around like a dogs."
"Woof woof! Hee! I's bad dog, Skwisgaar! I pees!"
"NO. You nots pee except in the toilets." The expression on Skwisgaar's face was very dangerous. "I leads you to the toilets, and you does your business."
"...You's no fun."
"Dat's rights. I's no funs. Not like, you know, peeing all over youself. Has a little dignity, huh?"
He waited until Toki managed to pee into the toilet and flush before he started the water.
"You gets in the tub with me," Toki declared.
"Why woulds I do that, huh? I not the stinking drunks here."
Toki turned to look at him, very serious. "I knows dat. Dat's why you gets in with me."
The Swede's expression softened. "You feel bads abouts your prablems?"
Toki nodded slowly.
Skwisgaar put Toki's shampoo, conditioner, and body wash in a neat little line on the lip of the tub, and then slid his tank top off. The cold air made his skin tighten.
"Baths party!"
"You don'ts tell no ones about this, little Toki," Skwisgaar murmured, kicking off his boots, pulling his pants down.
"I keeps de secret," Toki smiled lopsidedly. He glanced down. "Skwisgaar...how does dats even fits inside of ladies?"
"NEVERS YOU MINDS. We has to take our baths now." He held still as Toki used his shoulder to help balance as he pulled off his boots and socks. And then he made sure to lock the door to the bathroom.
He helped Toki into the tub, and tried to get behind him, but Toki wanted to be in the back of the tub.
"That doesn'ts makes sense. I has to be behind, so I can wash your hairs. T'inks."
Toki looked up at him petulantly. "I can't think. I'ms a stinkin' drunks."
He slid in behind Toki, coaxing him back to rest against him for a little while. "Your hair is a tangled mess," he declared.
"You likes me best whens I'm a mess," Toki said. The Swede stiffened. "You likes me as a baby what you takes care of. You cares abouts me."
Skwisgaar sat, frozen in place, hmming and ahhing and unable to form an actual statement of any kind.
Toki sighed, letting his eyes close. "If you washes me, we can cuddles."
"I DON'TS WANTS TO DO THAT!"
"If you washes me...we can cuddles," Toki repeated.
"I don'ts want to," Skwisgaar said again, quietly.
"If you don'ts dos it...who will?" He nestled his head against the solid body.
"I coulds make a Klokateer does it," Skwisgaar said honestly, tone still quiet.
"They's too rough. You're gentle, Skwisgaar."
Skwisgaar couldn't argue with that, so he reached for the shampoo.
Skwisgaar brushed out Toki's hair. "Such a baby. Cant's do anything right."
"I'm lucky to has you," Toki said with his patented "innocent" expression.
Skwisgaar helped him into his underwear and pajamas, then put his own clothes back on. He started to head toward the bedroom door.
"If you don't stay...I'll drink agains."
The Swede paused, not turning around. "I...knows."
"I reallies do likes you. I do."
He sighed, turning around. "You can'ts manipulates me. I likes you too. And I'll cuddles you. I know you don'ts feel good. This has to stops, though. You're path-setic."
Toki looked down at the ground. Skwisgaar curled some of that damp hair behind his ear.
"Do you sometimes drinks because of me? So I does this?"
Toki didn't look up.
"I should punches you." But he kissed his forehead instead. Toki latched onto him, holding on tightly.
"I remember that time I pukes on you, and you didn'ts even gets mad," Toki said, voice strained, his face buried. The Swede's hand rubbed circles on his back as his breath hitched and he let out a sob.
"Gets into the bed and I be's right there," Skwisgaar whispered. He found the puke bucket and flipped the light off, heading over to the bed in the dim glow of the kitty nightlight.
"I reallies do likes you," Toki said sadly.
"I really likes you too," Skwisgaar said honestly. He curled behind Toki, holding him close. These moments were like a series of interconnected dreams: mystical, and never referenced outside themselves. Toki would have been awake for hours if Skwisgaar hadn't been there to hold him. As it was, Toki was snoring within minutes, not long after clumsily kissing Skwisgaar's clean knuckles.