Now proofread and hopefully without wacky verb tense hijinx.
(...Hijinx is a word whose spelling I either do not know or believe in.)
Title: Dare
Author: murderofonerose
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Toki, Skwisgaar
Summary: Like a child daring himself to run up and touch something beautiful but fragile, to prove that he's not afraid of breaking anything but also because it's beautiful.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 549
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author Notes: Inspired by this image, by basslined.
(Bigger.)
The thing about Skwisgaar was that he did care. Toki knew, mostly from spying, that the world's fastest guitarist cared about all the ladies he was with. Not after, except to the extent that there were a handful of repeat visitors, but… Toki heard the way he talked to them. Breathed their names. Murmured endearments and encouragements, all the praise that Toki wanted so badly but could only ever hear addressed to someone else.
He kept trying to screw up his courage to offer sex, just to see if that would make Skwisgaar say what he wanted to hear, but the one time he'd managed to spit the words out it had come out all wrong and he was afraid to try again.
Tonight, the groupies had already left and Skwisgaar was asleep. The door was still open. Clutching deddybear to his chest, Toki took a deep breath and crept in. There was never much on the floor to stumble over, but he nearly jumped out of his skin when he stepped on cloth instead of stone. Just pants. He nudged it aside with one foot and barely heard the slight scrape of metal belt buckle against the floor over his pulse pounding like a huge drum in his head.
At least there was moonlight coming in through the big window, and though it didn't do much for the floor it illuminated the bed perfectly. Toki wondered if Skwisgaar had arranged for that on purpose. Because Skwisgaar looked perfect all the time. It was like he had to. Even the few glances Toki had managed to sneak while Skwisgaar was… busy. Still perfect, still godlike. It gave Toki shivers just thinking about it.
Asleep was no exception. The full lips were parted just slightly and Toki stared at them, swallowing hard. Okay, he thought, it was now or never.
He leaned over the bed, careful to keep his hair from falling down and tickling the sleeping body, and didn't dare breathe as he pressed his mouth to Skwisgaar's. Because he felt compelled to do that much, after botching the offer of a blowjob. He had to do something.
Then Skwisgaar's lips shifted beneath his and the world went suddenly, briefly silent. Toki couldn't hear his anxious heartbeat anymore; maybe it had given up on him and stopped. He could only hear Skwisgaar breathe out against his lips-- no, into his mouth in a soft sigh. And oh fucking shits.
Toki bolted back out the door, hands tightening in utter panic, hurling himself through the doorway and left onto the floor to listen. Had Skwisgaar woken up? Had any of the perfect rubbed off? Did Skwisgaar know? Would he maybe, just maybe, call out in a soft, sigh-like voice that Toki wasn't so dildos at something for once, and please come back and do that again…? Because the thing about Skwisgaar was that he did care, at least with the women. He let all those women feel good enough.
No. No sounds from inside the room. Skwisgaar hadn't woken up.
A shaky breath of -- relief? disappointment? -- escaped Toki, and then he looked down at his hands. He'd been holding his bear, and in his flight from the room his stupid clumsy fingers had ripped poor Deddy's head clean off.
Title: Dare
Author: murderofonerose
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Toki, Skwisgaar
Summary: Like a child daring himself to run up and touch something beautiful but fragile, to prove that he's not afraid of breaking anything but also because it's beautiful.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 549
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author Notes: Inspired by this image, by basslined.
(Bigger.)
The thing about Skwisgaar was that he did care. Toki knew, mostly from spying, that the world's fastest guitarist cared about all the ladies he was with. Not after, except to the extent that there were a handful of repeat visitors, but… Toki heard the way he talked to them. Breathed their names. Murmured endearments and encouragements, all the praise that Toki wanted so badly but could only ever hear addressed to someone else.
He kept trying to screw up his courage to offer sex, just to see if that would make Skwisgaar say what he wanted to hear, but the one time he'd managed to spit the words out it had come out all wrong and he was afraid to try again.
Tonight, the groupies had already left and Skwisgaar was asleep. The door was still open. Clutching deddybear to his chest, Toki took a deep breath and crept in. There was never much on the floor to stumble over, but he nearly jumped out of his skin when he stepped on cloth instead of stone. Just pants. He nudged it aside with one foot and barely heard the slight scrape of metal belt buckle against the floor over his pulse pounding like a huge drum in his head.
At least there was moonlight coming in through the big window, and though it didn't do much for the floor it illuminated the bed perfectly. Toki wondered if Skwisgaar had arranged for that on purpose. Because Skwisgaar looked perfect all the time. It was like he had to. Even the few glances Toki had managed to sneak while Skwisgaar was… busy. Still perfect, still godlike. It gave Toki shivers just thinking about it.
Asleep was no exception. The full lips were parted just slightly and Toki stared at them, swallowing hard. Okay, he thought, it was now or never.
He leaned over the bed, careful to keep his hair from falling down and tickling the sleeping body, and didn't dare breathe as he pressed his mouth to Skwisgaar's. Because he felt compelled to do that much, after botching the offer of a blowjob. He had to do something.
Then Skwisgaar's lips shifted beneath his and the world went suddenly, briefly silent. Toki couldn't hear his anxious heartbeat anymore; maybe it had given up on him and stopped. He could only hear Skwisgaar breathe out against his lips-- no, into his mouth in a soft sigh. And oh fucking shits.
Toki bolted back out the door, hands tightening in utter panic, hurling himself through the doorway and left onto the floor to listen. Had Skwisgaar woken up? Had any of the perfect rubbed off? Did Skwisgaar know? Would he maybe, just maybe, call out in a soft, sigh-like voice that Toki wasn't so dildos at something for once, and please come back and do that again…? Because the thing about Skwisgaar was that he did care, at least with the women. He let all those women feel good enough.
No. No sounds from inside the room. Skwisgaar hadn't woken up.
A shaky breath of -- relief? disappointment? -- escaped Toki, and then he looked down at his hands. He'd been holding his bear, and in his flight from the room his stupid clumsy fingers had ripped poor Deddy's head clean off.