[fic] Various - [Oneshots]
Title: Love is more than happiness
Author: BG
Pairing: Nozawa-centric
Ratings: G
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
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Nozawa’s heart beat erratically against his rib cage, he wanted to disappear, he wanted the Earth to rise up and swallow him whole. He hadn’t known. How could he have known? There were no signs that could have clued him in. If he had known, he could have prepared himself better. He could have tried to forget; to bury his errant emotions.
His fingers gripped the wooden door jam until his knuckles were white. His hair fell across his eyes as he peered around the corner, he didn’t dare raise a hand to brush away his bangs for he was terrified of being discovered. He was here now; he couldn't leave until they did. The last thing he wanted was to draw their attention. He knew there was no way he could hide his tears.
The confession he had heard burnt his ears.
…but I can’t make you happy and I…
Love is more than just happiness
Love. Love is… Love is more… Nozawa closed his eyes and as his tears fell unchecked, he wished; he wished for happiness.
He wished for love.
xxx
Title: Like You Mean It
Author: BG
Pairing: Sanada Yuma x Hashimoto Ryosuke
Ratings: PG+15
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
The warmth spread like wildfire in his belly. His chest swelled and his skin tingled. Calloused fingers ghosted over his bared collarbones, a knee was wedged between his thighs. He ached all over. Desperate fingers clutched at the smooth skin of bronzed forearms and his feet were tangled in his sheets. His mind was a blur and with his unfocused gaze locked on the dark eyes hovering over him, he trembled with the effort not to cry out.
Curious, demanding fingertips traced a maddening pattern against the oversensitive skin of his inner thigh. His hips bucked without his permission and he didn’t manage to bite back a moan as his lips were captured in a harsh kiss.
His heart was a-flutter when Sanada broke the kiss a moment later. Anxiety squeezed at his heart. Perhaps he had done something that was displeasing. He had next to no experience. Maybe Sanada wanted someone who knew what they were doing, rather then someone who pretended they did.
He starred with wide eyes. Sanada’s eyes were still darkened with desire but the weight above him suddenly shifted and he felt his heart jump. He closed his eyes in an effort to calm himself, only to jolt a fraction of a second later as he felt a gentle hand brush his fringe from his eyes.
Sanada drew his thumb across an eyebrow, smoothed his knuckles over his cheekbone and down his jaw line. He sucked in a gasp of surprise and Sanada thumbed his swollen lips. When he met the older boy’s eyes he was shocked at the depth of emotion he found there.
Fingers tangled through his hair and a hand cupped the nape of his neck to angle his head back and with a growl that rose low in his throat, Sanada caught his lips in a fierce kiss.
His moan was swallowed and the weight was back and he couldn’t help but think how he preferred it like this.
His name was whispered against his lips, drawing him back from his haze. The words shooting a thrill down his spine. He acquiesced readily. He could think of nothing better.
Hasshi… Hasshi, kiss me like you mean it
xxx
Title: Strings
Author: BG
Pairing: Yabu Kota x Yaotome Hikaru
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
Hikaru stumbled out of the shared bathroom, still dripping wet with a towel swung around his hips and another over his head. One lazy hand was rubbing the towel across his hair. His mission to make it to his bed already hampered; a result of the soft fluffy towel obscuring his vision, was permanently halted when he ran into something that vaguely resembled a wall except for the fact that it was warm and had grunted when he stepped on its foot. That alone should have made it obvious that it wasn’t a wall at all but a person. Yabu to be precise.
Before he could wretch the towel of his head he was spun around, his left foot clipping his right ankle painfully. He grunted in pain as his shoulder hit the wall, sending a radiating sort of a tingle down his arm. He finally managed to find his way out from under the towel just in time to see Yabu close in on him.
Cold hands on his bare shoulders made him shiver but the look in Yabu’s eyes made him bite his tongue. Fingers drifted over his collarbones and down his torso. He tried not to shiver but when those same fingers edged under the line of the towel protecting his modesty he couldn’t help it anymore. Yabu’s eyes flashed but he didn’t say a word.
All on their own, Hikaru’s hips surged forward and his towel dropped to the floor. Hikaru knew he was blushing but his skin felt too tight and his fingers itched to reach out and pull Yabu to him. He didn’t though.
Yabu would come when he was ready. Hikaru’s patience was always rewarded.
Thumbs ghosted over his nipples and when Yabu leaned in Hikaru had to stop himself from moaning. A tongue traced the shell of his ear and it almost had him come undone. He almost missed the words whispered against his skin; Yabu’s demand.
Long fingers curled around his cock and Hikaru groaned, his knees almost buckling. Then it was gone. The pressure was gone. He opened his eyes but he already knew Yabu would no longer be standing over him. The older boy had retreated to his bed. He lay there, his legs spread in an invitation that Hikaru knew would be voiced later. He also knew he would have to wait until Yabu voiced that invitation, but it would come, it always did.
Show me what it is you do when you’re alone
Hikaru pushed away from the wall, leaving his towels behind. His gaze firmly fixed on Yabu’s dark eyes, his blush still high on his cheeks. He walked towards Yabu on unsteady feet.
Hikaru’s patience in always rewarded.
Author: BG
Pairing: Nozawa-centric
Ratings: G
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
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Nozawa’s heart beat erratically against his rib cage, he wanted to disappear, he wanted the Earth to rise up and swallow him whole. He hadn’t known. How could he have known? There were no signs that could have clued him in. If he had known, he could have prepared himself better. He could have tried to forget; to bury his errant emotions.
His fingers gripped the wooden door jam until his knuckles were white. His hair fell across his eyes as he peered around the corner, he didn’t dare raise a hand to brush away his bangs for he was terrified of being discovered. He was here now; he couldn't leave until they did. The last thing he wanted was to draw their attention. He knew there was no way he could hide his tears.
The confession he had heard burnt his ears.
…but I can’t make you happy and I…
Love is more than just happiness
Love. Love is… Love is more… Nozawa closed his eyes and as his tears fell unchecked, he wished; he wished for happiness.
He wished for love.
xxx
Title: Like You Mean It
Author: BG
Pairing: Sanada Yuma x Hashimoto Ryosuke
Ratings: PG+15
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
The warmth spread like wildfire in his belly. His chest swelled and his skin tingled. Calloused fingers ghosted over his bared collarbones, a knee was wedged between his thighs. He ached all over. Desperate fingers clutched at the smooth skin of bronzed forearms and his feet were tangled in his sheets. His mind was a blur and with his unfocused gaze locked on the dark eyes hovering over him, he trembled with the effort not to cry out.
Curious, demanding fingertips traced a maddening pattern against the oversensitive skin of his inner thigh. His hips bucked without his permission and he didn’t manage to bite back a moan as his lips were captured in a harsh kiss.
His heart was a-flutter when Sanada broke the kiss a moment later. Anxiety squeezed at his heart. Perhaps he had done something that was displeasing. He had next to no experience. Maybe Sanada wanted someone who knew what they were doing, rather then someone who pretended they did.
He starred with wide eyes. Sanada’s eyes were still darkened with desire but the weight above him suddenly shifted and he felt his heart jump. He closed his eyes in an effort to calm himself, only to jolt a fraction of a second later as he felt a gentle hand brush his fringe from his eyes.
Sanada drew his thumb across an eyebrow, smoothed his knuckles over his cheekbone and down his jaw line. He sucked in a gasp of surprise and Sanada thumbed his swollen lips. When he met the older boy’s eyes he was shocked at the depth of emotion he found there.
Fingers tangled through his hair and a hand cupped the nape of his neck to angle his head back and with a growl that rose low in his throat, Sanada caught his lips in a fierce kiss.
His moan was swallowed and the weight was back and he couldn’t help but think how he preferred it like this.
His name was whispered against his lips, drawing him back from his haze. The words shooting a thrill down his spine. He acquiesced readily. He could think of nothing better.
Hasshi… Hasshi, kiss me like you mean it
xxx
Title: Strings
Author: BG
Pairing: Yabu Kota x Yaotome Hikaru
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
Hikaru stumbled out of the shared bathroom, still dripping wet with a towel swung around his hips and another over his head. One lazy hand was rubbing the towel across his hair. His mission to make it to his bed already hampered; a result of the soft fluffy towel obscuring his vision, was permanently halted when he ran into something that vaguely resembled a wall except for the fact that it was warm and had grunted when he stepped on its foot. That alone should have made it obvious that it wasn’t a wall at all but a person. Yabu to be precise.
Before he could wretch the towel of his head he was spun around, his left foot clipping his right ankle painfully. He grunted in pain as his shoulder hit the wall, sending a radiating sort of a tingle down his arm. He finally managed to find his way out from under the towel just in time to see Yabu close in on him.
Cold hands on his bare shoulders made him shiver but the look in Yabu’s eyes made him bite his tongue. Fingers drifted over his collarbones and down his torso. He tried not to shiver but when those same fingers edged under the line of the towel protecting his modesty he couldn’t help it anymore. Yabu’s eyes flashed but he didn’t say a word.
All on their own, Hikaru’s hips surged forward and his towel dropped to the floor. Hikaru knew he was blushing but his skin felt too tight and his fingers itched to reach out and pull Yabu to him. He didn’t though.
Yabu would come when he was ready. Hikaru’s patience was always rewarded.
Thumbs ghosted over his nipples and when Yabu leaned in Hikaru had to stop himself from moaning. A tongue traced the shell of his ear and it almost had him come undone. He almost missed the words whispered against his skin; Yabu’s demand.
Long fingers curled around his cock and Hikaru groaned, his knees almost buckling. Then it was gone. The pressure was gone. He opened his eyes but he already knew Yabu would no longer be standing over him. The older boy had retreated to his bed. He lay there, his legs spread in an invitation that Hikaru knew would be voiced later. He also knew he would have to wait until Yabu voiced that invitation, but it would come, it always did.
Show me what it is you do when you’re alone
Hikaru pushed away from the wall, leaving his towels behind. His gaze firmly fixed on Yabu’s dark eyes, his blush still high on his cheeks. He walked towards Yabu on unsteady feet.
Hikaru’s patience in always rewarded.