I Don't Wanna Wake Up From This Tonight
Original story and author by imnotevil
A Snow Man RPF Fan Fiction
Available on AO3 with a same title
#Grammar mistakes corrected by myself, please tell me if there’s still any mistake.
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Summary: “It feels like a dream, and yet this rare private vacation was real. And Fukka treasure every second of it, even the smallest detail like riding alongside the beach.”
Pairings : Iwamoto Hikaru x Fukazawa Tatsuya
Rating : T for a brief mention of sex.
Tags : Vacation. Fluff. English is not my native language.
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A/N : “A short fanfic about IwaFukka which inspired by the vids about the nine of them plays billiard to win a prize and Hikaru wished he could get the bike while Fukka’s choice was - because no one else chose it - an airpods. And my mind chose to imagine them riding a bike with Hikaru on the front and Fukka sit at the back while sharing the pods to listen to some music on one of their private vacation.
The title is from Lana Del Ray - Dark Paradise.
My first IwaFukka fanfic I posted online. Please bear with me.”
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I Don't Wanna Wake Up From This Tonight
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The wind blows gently touch his face. The salty taste he got from the ocean filling his lungs. Fukka closed his eyes as Hikaru kept pedaling the bike across the small track all along the beach. It was indeed another good trip they could manage between their busy schedules.
This time, this secret couple chose to spend their two days one night trip to a seaside small town which famous with their seafood and seasonal matsuri. This day at around eight o’clock, a festival would be held at the beach as a thank you party for the sea Goddess for her blessing. And everyone, even the tourists, were all welcome to join. Hikaru and Fukka were one of them.
The preparation for this night festival was also the scenery they watched upon cycling through the beach; people gathered the needs, some started to open their stall as it was already evening and the sun was just a shy away from hiding beyond the horizon.
Fukka watched them with smile, even waved to the obaa-chan who greeted them.
“You sure are popular with the granny,” Hikaru mumbled but still loud enough for Fukka to hear.
“Oh, shut up.” Fukka said still smiling.
Hikaru snorted once before fall to another silent. Steering their bike back to the inn to get changed and get ready for the festival.
The gentle song played in their shared airpods matching with the wave sound from the beach below, made the evening feel more intimate for them. Fukka sighed before resting his head on Hikaru’s back, closing his eyes once again then murmured something.
“You said something?” Hikaru asked to confirm.
“Nah, I’m just thankful.”
“For?”
“This,” he said. ‘This beautiful moment we can spend together which I still can’t believe and somehow feels like a dream.’ was left unsaid and he chose to go with, “Us.”
There was a moment of silence before Hikaru said, “Thank you.”
“For?”
“Us.”
Fukka scoffed. “Ne~ are you just copying me?” he said with tilted head, watching Hikaru.
“Maybe? But I mean it.”
He was about to tease that younger man but Hikaru’s was already blushing so Fukka give him mercy by just smiling.
Fukka’s eyes wandering through the scenery again, but sometimes it would also fall to Hikaru’s back. Fall to that curly hair, then moved to that long neck, and then his broad shoulders. He was silently watching Hikaru’s posture, but didn’t really think about anything. Just watching, staring. But when it was too much, he would turn to stare at the beach again.
It was when his eyes fall to Hikaru’s shoulder blade, and his mind suddenly reminds him the amount of clawing marks he had left there.
The bike was still rolling and once again Fukka resting his head on Hikaru, cheek to spine. His head moved slightly each time Hikaru pedaling but Fukka didn’t really mind. He likes this kind of trip, where it was just the two of them enjoying the holiday. No camera rolling, no script they should follow. Just them and their feeling. And the opportunity like this was so rare it always feels so special for Fukka.
“Something funny?” Hikaru said suddenly and to be honest, Fukka didn’t even realize he was giggling.
“Just saw something on the beach,” he lied and Hikaru only answered with a short ‘Ah’.
Fukka made another smile then slightly turned his face to bury his nose on Hikaru’s back, inhaling his scent. A flash of memories about their relationship playing at the back of his mind, from the moment Hikaru confessed to him to the point they shared their first fight which ended up with their first night. The memories, together with this current situation, were enough to warm up Fukka despite the chilling wind from the ocean.
He took a second deep breath, trying to challenge the salty taste of the sea with Hikaru’s sweat. Then without warning he kissed Hikaru’s back.
The latter was still silent, though when Fukka raised his head, he found that that man was already blushing. The smile in Fukka’s face then turned into naughty ones as he dove back to give another kiss. Then before Hikaru could comment, Fukka drop the bomb.
“Aishiteru yo,” Fukka said out of the blue.
And he could hear the smile when Hikaru replied with, “Yeah, love you too.”
The inn was already on sight, and Fukka got a feeling that it would be a long night for both of them after they went back from the festival.
Or maybe they’ll just miss it altogether.
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A/N : “Uwaaaaa I can’t believe I made this instead of finishing my story. Lol. I’m still in my IwaFukka A/B/O project which I hope will be finished as soon as possible. So, see you again guys.”