[fic] Mis Snow Man - It Is Never The Right Time
Title: It Is Never The Right Time.
Author: BG
Pairing: MIS SNOW MAN
Ratings: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
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NB. None of them are really connected.
001.
The fingers over his heart moved in a restless caress, the touch sent shivers down his spine, made him arch. Fukasawa felt his chest swell and it resulted in the release of a breathless moan. His eyes felt so heavy and his struggled keep them open. He wanted to look, he needed to see.
At the sound of footsteps down the hall Fukasawa suddenly found himself alone. He blinked slowly, drew his hands over his face. He could hear voices in the hallway and suddenly he knew. The sound of laughter was deafening, second only to the sound of his heart breaking.
This would be the last time.
003.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Watanabe’s hands slipped as he scrambled for purchase. It was awkward and sudden and oh so messy but it made him shake, shiver and moan. It left him breathless in a way that Watanabe didn’t think he would ever experience again.
Only it was better.
It was safe. It was Iwamoto. Though, Watanabe didn’t want to contemplate what this all meant. Why it felt so good to be held in Iwamoto’s arms. Or why it felt right to lean into Iwamoto’s warmth, to move into his touch.
The heat disappeared and Watanabe’s fingers closed over Iwamoto’s arms, desperate for him to stay. He forced his eyes open and looked into Iwamoto’s gentle, honest eyes. What he saw there scared him.
He pulled Iwamoto closer. He just wanted to feel. Watanabe’s eyelids fluttered closed as Iwamoto once again stepped into him; his words dying on his lips, his breath catching in his throat. He could hear the sounds of their friends coming down the hall, his heart pounded at the thought of being caught.
He didn’t want this feeling to end.
004.
He touches me and I freeze. It’s an automatic reaction that I can’t seem to curb. My heart stumbles and my thoughts blur. I forget what I was thinking and everything narrows until he is the only thing in my vision.
He knows the hold he has over me. It seems to me that he finds it amusing. I find it somewhat less of a laugh. It’s my thoughts that are a mess for an indefinite period of time after our encounter. It’s my heart that leaps to my throat and chokes off all my words. It seems to me like he thinks this is all one big game. Miyadate smiles at me in such a fashion that says that I should be glad that he is willing to play with me.
I wish we wouldn’t. It isn’t a game.
I dare you to move
He challenges me with a look, trails a line across my naked collar bone and gives me a smile.
It isn’t a game but I’ll be damned if I let him win.
006.
We’ll be together forever, right?
Sanada had been so happy; he never ever noticed that Nozawa had never given him an answer. The fingers in his hair and tightened, pulling him closer and the heat from Nozawa’s skin pressed flush against his own quickly made his thoughts fuzzy.
It was always like that. All Nozawa had to do was give him a smile and he was a goner and really Sanada hadn’t minded all that much at all. He had been happy - so happy, he had never stopped to think about what would happen in the future. He had just assumed that they would be together. He hadn’t paused to think about what he would do when the day came that Nozawa no longer wanted what he wanted.
It isn’t that I don’t love you...
Sanada felt as though he couldn’t breathe and for the first time looking up into Nozawa’s kind eyes made him feel like he was the loneliest person on the planet.
007.
I don’t know how Sakuma does it. I watch him go through his warm up. He trades smile with Miyadate and Fukka and it is almost as if they challenge each other; pushing themselves to get the biggest air, to do the hardest tricks.
He’s persistent and a perfectionist and I’m always afraid for him but he lands perfectly. He has a lithe sort of a strength, a grace in the way that he moves that can not be replicated. I like dance but my body does not move as smoothly as his does. His stature is similar to mine and yet we are totally different. His soft cheeks and mysterious smile totally make me forget sometimes. I watch has he patiently teaches Fukka a new trick; his hands on Fukka’s hips for a moment before he steps back and draws a line down Fukka’s spine, evidently demonstrating something. A strange feeling washes over me.
My world is suddenly falling as Iwamoto crashes into me from behind as he trips over Watanabe’s leg as he comes out of a turn. I lay there, not moving, my cheek pressed against the cold, hard, polished wood floor, completely spread-eagled.
I can hear the clamor around me as Iwamoto crawls over to me to check that I’m ok. I can feel hands on my arms, pushing and pulling at me until I’m rolled over onto my back. I stare dazedly up at the sea of faces crowded around me until I focus on his concerned eyes. His lips are moving but I can’t hear a word, his face is getting closer and closer and suddenly I am short of breath again.
He’s sprawled over my chest, his elbow digging painfully into my ribs. Hands pull us apart and for the briefest of moments, despite the pain radiating up my left side, I feel somewhat disappointed.
I can hear yelling and Iwamoto is apologizing again.
His fingers touch my cheek. Our worlds collide.
009.
It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking. Abe smiles and I have no idea what he is really thinking. I can’t even tell if it’s a real smile or not. Sometimes it seems like Onodera can tell though, how I’m not entirely sure.
Nothing I do to Abe ever gets a reaction. It was supremely frustrating until I stumbled upon the way to get on his nerves and entice a reaction. I didn’t really care what kind of reaction. To be honest I wouldn’t have even noticed but Fukka pointed it out to me. I was manhandling Onodera again during a photoshoot, I can’t help it - he’s still so squishy, and Onodera had managed to wiggle from my grasp and had gone darting across the studio floor to hide safely behind Nozawa. I went to go after him, because seeing him squirm is just so much fun and Nozawa isn’t much of a protective barrier but my arm was held fast.
I sent a curious look to my captor. He grinned at me conspiratorly. I kinda like that look on Fukka’s face, it always meant something good was going to happen. He whispered in my ear, something that changed my whole way of thinking.
I peered over Fukka’s shoulder and confirmed for myself the scowl on Abe’s features. I had never seen such an expression on his face. He is always so complacent, even when we make him to the run to the vending machine on the 7th floor, or borrow his stuff without even the pretence of asking for permission.
He always looks like that when he sees you messing with Onodera.
My world had just gotten that much brighter.
I continue to mess with Onodera to excite that reaction from Abe. I must have gone too far one day because I suddenly found myself pinned to the change room wall, his hand binding both my wrists to the wall above my head. He looked down at me from his superior height and despite my obvious disadvantage I was elated.
I grinned at him and it just made him frown harder.
He likes you too you know.
I knew the moment my words registered. His grip slackened and his eyes widened. I pushed him away.
You should make the most of it, yeah? Thank me later.
I dashed from the room, laughter bubbling forth. So predictable.
xXx
A/N: So I should be working on preparing answers for my interview tomorrow cause I'm pretty much petrified BUT I can't concentrate. OMG....I'm so going to die T____________T
um....I hope you liked the MSM :)
Author: BG
Pairing: MIS SNOW MAN
Ratings: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
archive
NB. None of them are really connected.
001.
The fingers over his heart moved in a restless caress, the touch sent shivers down his spine, made him arch. Fukasawa felt his chest swell and it resulted in the release of a breathless moan. His eyes felt so heavy and his struggled keep them open. He wanted to look, he needed to see.
At the sound of footsteps down the hall Fukasawa suddenly found himself alone. He blinked slowly, drew his hands over his face. He could hear voices in the hallway and suddenly he knew. The sound of laughter was deafening, second only to the sound of his heart breaking.
This would be the last time.
003.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Watanabe’s hands slipped as he scrambled for purchase. It was awkward and sudden and oh so messy but it made him shake, shiver and moan. It left him breathless in a way that Watanabe didn’t think he would ever experience again.
Only it was better.
It was safe. It was Iwamoto. Though, Watanabe didn’t want to contemplate what this all meant. Why it felt so good to be held in Iwamoto’s arms. Or why it felt right to lean into Iwamoto’s warmth, to move into his touch.
The heat disappeared and Watanabe’s fingers closed over Iwamoto’s arms, desperate for him to stay. He forced his eyes open and looked into Iwamoto’s gentle, honest eyes. What he saw there scared him.
He pulled Iwamoto closer. He just wanted to feel. Watanabe’s eyelids fluttered closed as Iwamoto once again stepped into him; his words dying on his lips, his breath catching in his throat. He could hear the sounds of their friends coming down the hall, his heart pounded at the thought of being caught.
He didn’t want this feeling to end.
004.
He touches me and I freeze. It’s an automatic reaction that I can’t seem to curb. My heart stumbles and my thoughts blur. I forget what I was thinking and everything narrows until he is the only thing in my vision.
He knows the hold he has over me. It seems to me that he finds it amusing. I find it somewhat less of a laugh. It’s my thoughts that are a mess for an indefinite period of time after our encounter. It’s my heart that leaps to my throat and chokes off all my words. It seems to me like he thinks this is all one big game. Miyadate smiles at me in such a fashion that says that I should be glad that he is willing to play with me.
I wish we wouldn’t. It isn’t a game.
I dare you to move
He challenges me with a look, trails a line across my naked collar bone and gives me a smile.
It isn’t a game but I’ll be damned if I let him win.
006.
We’ll be together forever, right?
Sanada had been so happy; he never ever noticed that Nozawa had never given him an answer. The fingers in his hair and tightened, pulling him closer and the heat from Nozawa’s skin pressed flush against his own quickly made his thoughts fuzzy.
It was always like that. All Nozawa had to do was give him a smile and he was a goner and really Sanada hadn’t minded all that much at all. He had been happy - so happy, he had never stopped to think about what would happen in the future. He had just assumed that they would be together. He hadn’t paused to think about what he would do when the day came that Nozawa no longer wanted what he wanted.
It isn’t that I don’t love you...
Sanada felt as though he couldn’t breathe and for the first time looking up into Nozawa’s kind eyes made him feel like he was the loneliest person on the planet.
007.
I don’t know how Sakuma does it. I watch him go through his warm up. He trades smile with Miyadate and Fukka and it is almost as if they challenge each other; pushing themselves to get the biggest air, to do the hardest tricks.
He’s persistent and a perfectionist and I’m always afraid for him but he lands perfectly. He has a lithe sort of a strength, a grace in the way that he moves that can not be replicated. I like dance but my body does not move as smoothly as his does. His stature is similar to mine and yet we are totally different. His soft cheeks and mysterious smile totally make me forget sometimes. I watch has he patiently teaches Fukka a new trick; his hands on Fukka’s hips for a moment before he steps back and draws a line down Fukka’s spine, evidently demonstrating something. A strange feeling washes over me.
My world is suddenly falling as Iwamoto crashes into me from behind as he trips over Watanabe’s leg as he comes out of a turn. I lay there, not moving, my cheek pressed against the cold, hard, polished wood floor, completely spread-eagled.
I can hear the clamor around me as Iwamoto crawls over to me to check that I’m ok. I can feel hands on my arms, pushing and pulling at me until I’m rolled over onto my back. I stare dazedly up at the sea of faces crowded around me until I focus on his concerned eyes. His lips are moving but I can’t hear a word, his face is getting closer and closer and suddenly I am short of breath again.
He’s sprawled over my chest, his elbow digging painfully into my ribs. Hands pull us apart and for the briefest of moments, despite the pain radiating up my left side, I feel somewhat disappointed.
I can hear yelling and Iwamoto is apologizing again.
His fingers touch my cheek. Our worlds collide.
009.
It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking. Abe smiles and I have no idea what he is really thinking. I can’t even tell if it’s a real smile or not. Sometimes it seems like Onodera can tell though, how I’m not entirely sure.
Nothing I do to Abe ever gets a reaction. It was supremely frustrating until I stumbled upon the way to get on his nerves and entice a reaction. I didn’t really care what kind of reaction. To be honest I wouldn’t have even noticed but Fukka pointed it out to me. I was manhandling Onodera again during a photoshoot, I can’t help it - he’s still so squishy, and Onodera had managed to wiggle from my grasp and had gone darting across the studio floor to hide safely behind Nozawa. I went to go after him, because seeing him squirm is just so much fun and Nozawa isn’t much of a protective barrier but my arm was held fast.
I sent a curious look to my captor. He grinned at me conspiratorly. I kinda like that look on Fukka’s face, it always meant something good was going to happen. He whispered in my ear, something that changed my whole way of thinking.
I peered over Fukka’s shoulder and confirmed for myself the scowl on Abe’s features. I had never seen such an expression on his face. He is always so complacent, even when we make him to the run to the vending machine on the 7th floor, or borrow his stuff without even the pretence of asking for permission.
He always looks like that when he sees you messing with Onodera.
My world had just gotten that much brighter.
I continue to mess with Onodera to excite that reaction from Abe. I must have gone too far one day because I suddenly found myself pinned to the change room wall, his hand binding both my wrists to the wall above my head. He looked down at me from his superior height and despite my obvious disadvantage I was elated.
I grinned at him and it just made him frown harder.
He likes you too you know.
I knew the moment my words registered. His grip slackened and his eyes widened. I pushed him away.
You should make the most of it, yeah? Thank me later.
I dashed from the room, laughter bubbling forth. So predictable.
xXx
A/N: So I should be working on preparing answers for my interview tomorrow cause I'm pretty much petrified BUT I can't concentrate. OMG....I'm so going to die T____________T
um....I hope you liked the MSM :)