[MacrossF] Wishful Thinking
Title: Wishful Thinking
Rating: PG
Warnings: hints of BL
Genre: humour
Word Count: 615
Main Character(s): Mikhail, Alto,
Pairing(s): Mikhail+Alto
Summary: It took a certain type of man to resist the charms of Alto. Set pre-series.
Disclaimer: Macross Frontier, characters and places are copyright to Satelight & Studio Nue.
Notes: First fanfic I've written in two months... so kind of rusty.
***
It took a certain type of man - a very, very straight type of person and thus someone Mikhail had never actually met - to resist the charms of Alto. Physically he was absolutely beautiful and while Mikhail admitted, Alto did have quite the snappy little mouth on him, but what a mouth it was...
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Alto asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at Mikhail. He had flown so that he was directly opposite Mikhail, his movements precise and quick. Despite belonging to the same club for some time now, Mikhail still liked to admire Alto's movements.
"Well, Princess," Mikhail said, smiling as Alto bristled, "You're looking especially pretty today."
"We're supposed to be practicing," Alto hissed, fiddling with his helmet and glaring at Mikhail. His hair glistened in the light, shifting under his helmet. Every day Mikhail sent a prayer to the gods for not letting Alto cut his hair.
"You are the one who started talking," Mikhail pointed out and did a triple flip. Laughing as Alto gaped at him before huffing and performing a triple flip of his own. Mikhail watched of course. "Tuck your ankles in a little more!" He yelled. Alto started and Mikhail was sure he was glaring at him. But as Alto moved into another triple flip, Mikhail noticed how he tucked his ankles in a fraction more.
As the practice session ended and they both started descended, though Alto did it grudgingly, always hating to leave the sky, towards the top of the school building. Mikhail noticed how how his shoulders were hunched. Then Alto stopped and waved out a hand for Mikhail to stop as well.
"What?" Mikhail asked.
"You never answered, properly, why you're staring at me," Alto muttered, biting his lip. Mikhail, of course, was just naturally drawn to how his flesh started to redden under his white teeth. Bright eyes met Mikhail's.
"Didn't I?" Mikhail said breezily, waiting for that spark to flare in Alto's eyes. It always did. "I thought I said that you're pretty..."
"That's not an answer! We're boys and - " Alto stopped as Mikhail moved close enough so that he could see the small rises of Alto's chest as he glared uncertainly at Mikhail. "Luka... is down there," Alto said, but his voice wavered.
"I really don't think Luka will mind at all," Mikhail murmured. Alto's shoulders slumped as he realised this as well.
Alto swallowed, "And if I do?"
"I really don't think you mind either," Mikhail said and Alto jumped back, a red flush infusing his cheeks.
"I do!" Alto said, arms flailing in the air.
"Mind what?" Mikhail questioned, leaning back and stretching. He caught a glimpse of Alto's gob smacked face before he closed his eyes.
"I - well, what you're trying and that with me, uh, not going to happen!" Alto stuttered out.
"Mmm?" Mikhail grunted as he made a safe landing. Luka had already changed into his school uniform and was smiling at them.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Luka said, waving as he left. Alto looked as if he wanted to grab on to Luka and never let go. He shot a glance at Mikhail.
"I'm getting changed as well," Alto said jerkily. "Alone!"
"Whatever you say, Princess," Mikhail said easily enough. Still he watched as Alto walked rather gracelessly and stiffly to the change room. Mikhail grinned and looked up at the sky. But the best part about Alto was how his trousers were slung low enough enough for Mikhail to see interesting glimpses of his flesh every day.
And Mikhail sincerely hoped that Alto would never realised that.
Rating: PG
Warnings: hints of BL
Genre: humour
Word Count: 615
Main Character(s): Mikhail, Alto,
Pairing(s): Mikhail+Alto
Summary: It took a certain type of man to resist the charms of Alto. Set pre-series.
Disclaimer: Macross Frontier, characters and places are copyright to Satelight & Studio Nue.
Notes: First fanfic I've written in two months... so kind of rusty.
***
It took a certain type of man - a very, very straight type of person and thus someone Mikhail had never actually met - to resist the charms of Alto. Physically he was absolutely beautiful and while Mikhail admitted, Alto did have quite the snappy little mouth on him, but what a mouth it was...
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Alto asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at Mikhail. He had flown so that he was directly opposite Mikhail, his movements precise and quick. Despite belonging to the same club for some time now, Mikhail still liked to admire Alto's movements.
"Well, Princess," Mikhail said, smiling as Alto bristled, "You're looking especially pretty today."
"We're supposed to be practicing," Alto hissed, fiddling with his helmet and glaring at Mikhail. His hair glistened in the light, shifting under his helmet. Every day Mikhail sent a prayer to the gods for not letting Alto cut his hair.
"You are the one who started talking," Mikhail pointed out and did a triple flip. Laughing as Alto gaped at him before huffing and performing a triple flip of his own. Mikhail watched of course. "Tuck your ankles in a little more!" He yelled. Alto started and Mikhail was sure he was glaring at him. But as Alto moved into another triple flip, Mikhail noticed how he tucked his ankles in a fraction more.
As the practice session ended and they both started descended, though Alto did it grudgingly, always hating to leave the sky, towards the top of the school building. Mikhail noticed how how his shoulders were hunched. Then Alto stopped and waved out a hand for Mikhail to stop as well.
"What?" Mikhail asked.
"You never answered, properly, why you're staring at me," Alto muttered, biting his lip. Mikhail, of course, was just naturally drawn to how his flesh started to redden under his white teeth. Bright eyes met Mikhail's.
"Didn't I?" Mikhail said breezily, waiting for that spark to flare in Alto's eyes. It always did. "I thought I said that you're pretty..."
"That's not an answer! We're boys and - " Alto stopped as Mikhail moved close enough so that he could see the small rises of Alto's chest as he glared uncertainly at Mikhail. "Luka... is down there," Alto said, but his voice wavered.
"I really don't think Luka will mind at all," Mikhail murmured. Alto's shoulders slumped as he realised this as well.
Alto swallowed, "And if I do?"
"I really don't think you mind either," Mikhail said and Alto jumped back, a red flush infusing his cheeks.
"I do!" Alto said, arms flailing in the air.
"Mind what?" Mikhail questioned, leaning back and stretching. He caught a glimpse of Alto's gob smacked face before he closed his eyes.
"I - well, what you're trying and that with me, uh, not going to happen!" Alto stuttered out.
"Mmm?" Mikhail grunted as he made a safe landing. Luka had already changed into his school uniform and was smiling at them.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Luka said, waving as he left. Alto looked as if he wanted to grab on to Luka and never let go. He shot a glance at Mikhail.
"I'm getting changed as well," Alto said jerkily. "Alone!"
"Whatever you say, Princess," Mikhail said easily enough. Still he watched as Alto walked rather gracelessly and stiffly to the change room. Mikhail grinned and looked up at the sky. But the best part about Alto was how his trousers were slung low enough enough for Mikhail to see interesting glimpses of his flesh every day.
And Mikhail sincerely hoped that Alto would never realised that.