gift fic for write_my_dreams
For: write_my_dreams
HAPPY VALENTINE~
Title: Shimmer
Pairings/Characters: Tora/Nao
Rating: NC-17-ish?
Warnings: Romance, not-to-graphic-sex
Notes: Oh, what pairing to pick! Which one! I decided for the one that seemed to be the rarest of them all, hopefully this is a little gem.
Summary: When in doubt: add glitter.
"This isn’t working," Nao said as he huffed, ruffling his hair back into a chaotic state.
“You’re too nervous,” Saga said from the living room after he heard his band mate growl. “Really, why are you so worried? It’s not like you need to impress him. You’ve known each other for how long now?”
“I don’t care!” Nao took a deep breath. “Just once I would like to look casual but still hot. I can’t even fix my hair.”
The drummer heard steps slowly coming towards the bathroom. Another growl.
“Let me help you.”
The brush was taken out of his hands. He rolled his eyes, the black nailpolish on his left index finger already chipped.
- - -
“This sucks, man,” Tora said as he threw one piece of clothing after the other onto the bed. “It’s all bandshirts, dark shirts and military patterns. I don’t have anything bright that’d fit the occasion.
“Who said you needed something special?” Shou couldn't hide his very simple amusement.
“I did. It’s a Valentine's date; I can’t wear a Slipknot shirt!” The tall guitarist sat down on the heap he piled up on his bed.
“Try something classy. Dark red, white; I know you have some of those.”
Tora jumped to his feat.
- - -
“This isn't too much, I assure you.” Nao frowned at Saga. “It’s just three or four strands. Stop looking at me like that.”
The bassist shrugged. “You have glitter in your hair, Nao. Glitter.”
“It looks good and I like it!”
Saga raised his hands. “I didn’t mean to say that it doesn’t look good, but where exactly are you going to have dinner? Akihabara?“
“Yes, I am,“ Nao said as he put his glasses back on. “Problem?”
- - -
“Since you both have a very questionable sense of fashion, you’ll be just fine,” Shou said as he smiled at his friend. “You might want to add some jewelry, though.”
“Oh just shut up, will you?” Tora appreciated the help, yes, but the second Shou would ask him to wear an extra belt he'd flip.
He shouldn’t be nervous. He knew that, one day, this would happen. He saw it coming for years: those eyes on him; the additional joke; the self-conscious smile every now and then while they were alone.
He caught himself looking back. Laughing. Reassuring.
Hiroto had caught them and suggested a real date.
There was no way of talking the youngest out of it.
- - -
Hours had passed. Clothes were shed and placed messily on the ground. A good meal had been shared and a fine whiskey, too.
Now, they shared a bed. Fingers tightly entwined, sparkling particles glistened on both of their foreheads while they kissed.
“You don’t have to hold back,” Nao whispered against the tall man’s cheek. “Fuck!”
Tora laughed and husky laugh. “Relax.” With that word uttered his lips claimed Nao's.
A moan was hummed against a tongue. Toes dug into sheets, searching for leverage, wanting to push back. Wanted to get into that body above him, around him, and inside him.
They’d make this last, this still unspoken love.
They knew, without a doubt, that this wasn’t some one-night thing.
It was the beginning of something beautiful.
HAPPY VALENTINE~
Title: Shimmer
Pairings/Characters: Tora/Nao
Rating: NC-17-ish?
Warnings: Romance, not-to-graphic-sex
Notes: Oh, what pairing to pick! Which one! I decided for the one that seemed to be the rarest of them all, hopefully this is a little gem.
Summary: When in doubt: add glitter.
"This isn’t working," Nao said as he huffed, ruffling his hair back into a chaotic state.
“You’re too nervous,” Saga said from the living room after he heard his band mate growl. “Really, why are you so worried? It’s not like you need to impress him. You’ve known each other for how long now?”
“I don’t care!” Nao took a deep breath. “Just once I would like to look casual but still hot. I can’t even fix my hair.”
The drummer heard steps slowly coming towards the bathroom. Another growl.
“Let me help you.”
The brush was taken out of his hands. He rolled his eyes, the black nailpolish on his left index finger already chipped.
- - -
“This sucks, man,” Tora said as he threw one piece of clothing after the other onto the bed. “It’s all bandshirts, dark shirts and military patterns. I don’t have anything bright that’d fit the occasion.
“Who said you needed something special?” Shou couldn't hide his very simple amusement.
“I did. It’s a Valentine's date; I can’t wear a Slipknot shirt!” The tall guitarist sat down on the heap he piled up on his bed.
“Try something classy. Dark red, white; I know you have some of those.”
Tora jumped to his feat.
- - -
“This isn't too much, I assure you.” Nao frowned at Saga. “It’s just three or four strands. Stop looking at me like that.”
The bassist shrugged. “You have glitter in your hair, Nao. Glitter.”
“It looks good and I like it!”
Saga raised his hands. “I didn’t mean to say that it doesn’t look good, but where exactly are you going to have dinner? Akihabara?“
“Yes, I am,“ Nao said as he put his glasses back on. “Problem?”
- - -
“Since you both have a very questionable sense of fashion, you’ll be just fine,” Shou said as he smiled at his friend. “You might want to add some jewelry, though.”
“Oh just shut up, will you?” Tora appreciated the help, yes, but the second Shou would ask him to wear an extra belt he'd flip.
He shouldn’t be nervous. He knew that, one day, this would happen. He saw it coming for years: those eyes on him; the additional joke; the self-conscious smile every now and then while they were alone.
He caught himself looking back. Laughing. Reassuring.
Hiroto had caught them and suggested a real date.
There was no way of talking the youngest out of it.
- - -
Hours had passed. Clothes were shed and placed messily on the ground. A good meal had been shared and a fine whiskey, too.
Now, they shared a bed. Fingers tightly entwined, sparkling particles glistened on both of their foreheads while they kissed.
“You don’t have to hold back,” Nao whispered against the tall man’s cheek. “Fuck!”
Tora laughed and husky laugh. “Relax.” With that word uttered his lips claimed Nao's.
A moan was hummed against a tongue. Toes dug into sheets, searching for leverage, wanting to push back. Wanted to get into that body above him, around him, and inside him.
They’d make this last, this still unspoken love.
They knew, without a doubt, that this wasn’t some one-night thing.
It was the beginning of something beautiful.