Naruto, "Troubled," Choji/Shikamaru, PG
Bwee! I finally did fic for green_bird's truly adorable drawing "Troublesomely Thin," which I've been promising to write for ... a very long time. ~_~;;
It's short because, for some reason, these two come out best in ficlets, for me. Enjoy! ♥
Troubled
by Mistr3ss Quickly
Choji didn't mind the food his lover sneaked into the hospital, twice a day.
(Shikamaru knew all of his favorites, after all.)
Choji didn't mind his lover kneeling by his bed to feed him the food he sneaked into the hospital, twice a day.
(Shikamaru was his favorite person to have around, after all.)
Choji didn't mind the touch of his lover's hand, rubbing over his navel as the other boy knelt in the floor, feeding him the food that he sneaked into the hospital, twice a day.
(Shikamaru was the only person allowed to touch him there, like that, after all.)
In fact, Choji liked all of these things. Very much.
"Especially the dumplings," he told Shikamaru, happily swallowing the dumpling he'd been chewing. "These are really good."
Shikamaru grunted and reached for another dumpling from the plate in Choji's lap, his other hand unbuttoning the front of Choji's nightshirt, fingertips ghosting almost-ticklishly across the skin of Choji's belly.
"Troublesome," grumbled Shikamaru.
"Mmm?" said Choji, around the dumpling in his mouth.
Shikamaru shook his head, ponytail dancing a little. "Nothing," he said.
He looked troubled. Which Choji minded.
(A lot.)
The dumplings didn't taste as good as they had, before.
Choji minded that, too.
Just not nearly as much.
(Shikamaru was far more important, after all.)
It's short because, for some reason, these two come out best in ficlets, for me. Enjoy! ♥
Troubled
by Mistr3ss Quickly
Choji didn't mind the food his lover sneaked into the hospital, twice a day.
(Shikamaru knew all of his favorites, after all.)
Choji didn't mind his lover kneeling by his bed to feed him the food he sneaked into the hospital, twice a day.
(Shikamaru was his favorite person to have around, after all.)
Choji didn't mind the touch of his lover's hand, rubbing over his navel as the other boy knelt in the floor, feeding him the food that he sneaked into the hospital, twice a day.
(Shikamaru was the only person allowed to touch him there, like that, after all.)
In fact, Choji liked all of these things. Very much.
"Especially the dumplings," he told Shikamaru, happily swallowing the dumpling he'd been chewing. "These are really good."
Shikamaru grunted and reached for another dumpling from the plate in Choji's lap, his other hand unbuttoning the front of Choji's nightshirt, fingertips ghosting almost-ticklishly across the skin of Choji's belly.
"Troublesome," grumbled Shikamaru.
"Mmm?" said Choji, around the dumpling in his mouth.
Shikamaru shook his head, ponytail dancing a little. "Nothing," he said.
He looked troubled. Which Choji minded.
(A lot.)
The dumplings didn't taste as good as they had, before.
Choji minded that, too.
Just not nearly as much.
(Shikamaru was far more important, after all.)