Maaaan, summers are tiring
And yet, getting a good night's sleep in this heat is almost impossible -_-;;; anywho!! *cackles**ducks* I don't know why I like picking on Snow XD I just do =3 *scurries*
Title: Meeting Bartholomew
Fandom|Pairing: FF13|Snow/Hope ^_^
Rating|Warning: Pushing the R-rating, kiddies, so no reading, okay? okay ^^;;; I blame the summer heat *noddanodda**ducks* shounen-ai, bordering on yaoi-ness ^^; I'm not sure, but I guess it can be considered AU--but to me, it's more random than anything...
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Disclaimer: FF13 and its characters do not belong to me, Snow/Hope would be canon if it did =3 XD *scurries*
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He was nervous beyond any and all comprehension. It didn't matter that he was more than likely taller than him, Snow just couldn't quell the anxiety that seemed to insist on gnawing at his insides. Hope had said it'd be okay, it wasn't as bad as he expected it to be, and please settle down.
But all of his concerns were valid, of that Snow was absolutely certain.
Snow was 31 years old, pushing on 32 in a few months. And Hope, the precious and only son of the man whom was intimidating Snow without even being present, was fresh out of college at the tender age of 24. And they were dating officially for 4 years, but Snow pushed down his feelings for Hope for 8 years.
It was ridiculous!
Snow could safely assume Hope's dad would love nothing more than to crush him into nothing if he was given the opportunity; it was only reasonable. And Snow could understand fully, he would probably want to do the same thing... if he ever had any kids of his own.
Hope was currently in the kitchen, calmly ordering some take-out for his father to pick up on the way home.
Resting the heel of his palm against his temple, Snow then pushed upwards across his hairline to wipe the sweat away. On the plus side, Hope's dad was given the heads-up that Snow was going to be here, so it wouldn't be a surprise.
But it wasn't just meeting Hope's dad that was making him nervous, it was the very concept of parents themselves. Snow was born an orphan, and raised among several others, so he had very little experience with parents. Even his first girlfriend only had an older sister, and don't even get him started on how nerve-wracking that particular experience was (all that needs to be known is that she was absolutely, unwaveringly protective of her little sister).
"Hope, maybe we should take a raincheck," Snow suggested for about the tenth time.
"No," Hope responded, also for about the tenth time. He hung up the phone and turned to Snow, and his green eyes softened with affection as he was once again graced with the spectacle of his boyfriend having a near-panic attack.
"Really, it just seems like short notice, and--" Snow tried.
Hope shook his head in amused disbelief as he casually strolled back over to Snow. "I told him last week we were going to visit," he interrupted, "so it's not short notice." And he smiled as he now stood in front of Snow, pushing at his shoulders, "sit back."
Wearily, Snow leaned back into the sofa, and was pleasantly surprised as Hope knelt onto the sofa, straddling Snow's thighs to settle comfortably on his lap. As Hope gave him a playful but encouraging smile while laying his arms over his shoulders, Snow smiled back and lazily rested his hands over Hope's hips.
"He's not scary," Hope told him again, unconsciously threading his fingers through Snow's hair.
Snow chuckled wryly, "under these circumstances, he probably is."
"I know my dad, Snow," said Hope, pulling back to slide his left hand down Snow's jawline, smoothing over his stubble. "You didn't even shave," he observed.
"Should I have?" Snow asked.
"No, because I like you trying to be all rugged," Hope teased, and tilted Snow's head back slightly, looking into his eyes. "And you want to please me, not my dad, right?"
Snow grinned, "I like when you try to be pushy," he told him.
"Yeah, I know," then Hope gave him his cute but delightfully wicked little smirk that always got Snow's heart to race. And once Hope leaned in to press a gentle kiss on his mouth, Snow realized Hope was effectively settling his anxiety.
Closing his eyes, Snow slowly returned the kiss, Hope's smooth lips easily sliding against his own as their kiss grew a little deeper and a little wetter. Absently, Snow pulled at Hope's hips, noting that the temperature in the room was definitely escalating; and then Hope only made it hotter by shuffling closer and lifting himself upwards on his knees, tilting Snow's head back, playfully teasing Snow's mouth with his tongue.
A groan rose deep in Snow's throat, which only served to encourage Hope, and the little tease rolled his hips, pressing much too intimately against Snow to leave their kiss as a simple kiss. And there was no way Snow was going to allow Hope to have all the fun. He tugged at Hope this time by his waist, pulling him down into his lap, as he used his legs to pull them to the edge of the sofa, and forcibly rolled his own hips up against Hope.
Snow had to swallow at the sight of Hope breathless and flushed, and his lover moaned softly, and licked his lips as he pressed down against Snow, his eyes dark and eager. Grinning, Snow wound his arms around Hope's waist and lower back, and started rocking up against Hope, and they both started to pant.
"God, Hope," Snow grunted, burying his face against Hope's neck, "the things you do to me."
Hope only laughed breathlessly, which made Snow's heart ache with adoration. "I love you," he panted, rocking against his lover, pressing Hope closer.
"Love you," Hope said, softly kissing Snow's lips.
Then the sound of the front door opening shattered the moment. "Hope, I'm home," a man's voice called, and Snow's blood turned to ice. Instantly he froze, and no less than a second later, he shot to his feet, resulting in Hope toppling down to the floor.
"Snow!" Hope yelped.
"Oh, Hope, sorry!" Snow dove down, gently grabbing Hope's hands to help him back to his feet.
"Sorry?" Hope gave him a dubious glare, as he stood up again. "You throw me aside, and 'sorry'?!"
"Sorry," Snow said again, "I panicked."
Sighing, Hope rolled his eyes, and turned to the man standing in the doorway, whom was watching the entire exchange with an expression of bewilderment. And to Snow's horror, the man gave the both of them the once-over. "Did I interrupt anything?" he asked flatly.
"No! God no! No, nothing at all!" Snow blurted out.
The bespectacled man simply gave Snow a long look, before finally smiling kindly at Hope. "Hope, how've you been?"
"Hi dad," Hope smiled as he approached his dad, and was pulled into a warm, but physically distant hug.
The wary distance in the father/son hug made Snow's face burn, and he dropped his head forward in shame.
"Dad, this is Snow Villiers," Hope said, gesturing for Snow to come closer.
Shakily, Snow tried to adjust his blue jeans in the most subtle way he could, but his efforts were in vain as Hope's dad just watched his movements blankly. Finally, he stood in front of the older man, and audibly gulped as he nervously held out his hand. "Pleased to finally meet you, sir," he choked out.
The man was silent for a moment as he seemed to study Snow, then glanced down at his hand. "Snow, I've heard a lot about you," he then said, and took the offered hand and gave it a firm shake. "I'm pleased to finally meet the illustrious young man whom my son is so taken with."
"Oh," Snow's mind went suitably blank, and then he couldn't help grinning again. "Thank you, sir... Hope is--he's really, very amazing." Hope then slipped his hand into Snow's own larger one, an 'I-told-you-so' radiating from the gesture.
"Bartholomew is fine," Hope's father responded, and smiled wryly. "He's a bit of a bad influence it seems," he observed.
Hope's cheeks reddened, "dad," he protested.
"No, not at all," Snow said quickly.
Bartholomew only laughed good-naturedly. He then held up the bag of take-out, "well then... if you would, boys, settle yourselves down and let's eat," he said, leading the way to the diningroom.
Both Snow and Hope blushed with embarrassment as they smiled weakly at each other, cleared their throats, and trailed after Bartholomew Estheim.
All Done
XDDD I'm sorry, Hope! I still love you =3 *cuddles Hope**pokes Snow* I don't know why, it's just fun to pick on him XD *scurries**hides* methinks I like writing Bartholomew too =3 as Star-han says, he seems like a reasonable fellow ^__^ *ducks*
Nyaaah, still so friggin' hot... g' night ^^;;;
Title: Meeting Bartholomew
Fandom|Pairing: FF13|Snow/Hope ^_^
Rating|Warning: Pushing the R-rating, kiddies, so no reading, okay? okay ^^;;; I blame the summer heat *noddanodda**ducks* shounen-ai, bordering on yaoi-ness ^^; I'm not sure, but I guess it can be considered AU--but to me, it's more random than anything...
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Disclaimer: FF13 and its characters do not belong to me, Snow/Hope would be canon if it did =3 XD *scurries*
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He was nervous beyond any and all comprehension. It didn't matter that he was more than likely taller than him, Snow just couldn't quell the anxiety that seemed to insist on gnawing at his insides. Hope had said it'd be okay, it wasn't as bad as he expected it to be, and please settle down.
But all of his concerns were valid, of that Snow was absolutely certain.
Snow was 31 years old, pushing on 32 in a few months. And Hope, the precious and only son of the man whom was intimidating Snow without even being present, was fresh out of college at the tender age of 24. And they were dating officially for 4 years, but Snow pushed down his feelings for Hope for 8 years.
It was ridiculous!
Snow could safely assume Hope's dad would love nothing more than to crush him into nothing if he was given the opportunity; it was only reasonable. And Snow could understand fully, he would probably want to do the same thing... if he ever had any kids of his own.
Hope was currently in the kitchen, calmly ordering some take-out for his father to pick up on the way home.
Resting the heel of his palm against his temple, Snow then pushed upwards across his hairline to wipe the sweat away. On the plus side, Hope's dad was given the heads-up that Snow was going to be here, so it wouldn't be a surprise.
But it wasn't just meeting Hope's dad that was making him nervous, it was the very concept of parents themselves. Snow was born an orphan, and raised among several others, so he had very little experience with parents. Even his first girlfriend only had an older sister, and don't even get him started on how nerve-wracking that particular experience was (all that needs to be known is that she was absolutely, unwaveringly protective of her little sister).
"Hope, maybe we should take a raincheck," Snow suggested for about the tenth time.
"No," Hope responded, also for about the tenth time. He hung up the phone and turned to Snow, and his green eyes softened with affection as he was once again graced with the spectacle of his boyfriend having a near-panic attack.
"Really, it just seems like short notice, and--" Snow tried.
Hope shook his head in amused disbelief as he casually strolled back over to Snow. "I told him last week we were going to visit," he interrupted, "so it's not short notice." And he smiled as he now stood in front of Snow, pushing at his shoulders, "sit back."
Wearily, Snow leaned back into the sofa, and was pleasantly surprised as Hope knelt onto the sofa, straddling Snow's thighs to settle comfortably on his lap. As Hope gave him a playful but encouraging smile while laying his arms over his shoulders, Snow smiled back and lazily rested his hands over Hope's hips.
"He's not scary," Hope told him again, unconsciously threading his fingers through Snow's hair.
Snow chuckled wryly, "under these circumstances, he probably is."
"I know my dad, Snow," said Hope, pulling back to slide his left hand down Snow's jawline, smoothing over his stubble. "You didn't even shave," he observed.
"Should I have?" Snow asked.
"No, because I like you trying to be all rugged," Hope teased, and tilted Snow's head back slightly, looking into his eyes. "And you want to please me, not my dad, right?"
Snow grinned, "I like when you try to be pushy," he told him.
"Yeah, I know," then Hope gave him his cute but delightfully wicked little smirk that always got Snow's heart to race. And once Hope leaned in to press a gentle kiss on his mouth, Snow realized Hope was effectively settling his anxiety.
Closing his eyes, Snow slowly returned the kiss, Hope's smooth lips easily sliding against his own as their kiss grew a little deeper and a little wetter. Absently, Snow pulled at Hope's hips, noting that the temperature in the room was definitely escalating; and then Hope only made it hotter by shuffling closer and lifting himself upwards on his knees, tilting Snow's head back, playfully teasing Snow's mouth with his tongue.
A groan rose deep in Snow's throat, which only served to encourage Hope, and the little tease rolled his hips, pressing much too intimately against Snow to leave their kiss as a simple kiss. And there was no way Snow was going to allow Hope to have all the fun. He tugged at Hope this time by his waist, pulling him down into his lap, as he used his legs to pull them to the edge of the sofa, and forcibly rolled his own hips up against Hope.
Snow had to swallow at the sight of Hope breathless and flushed, and his lover moaned softly, and licked his lips as he pressed down against Snow, his eyes dark and eager. Grinning, Snow wound his arms around Hope's waist and lower back, and started rocking up against Hope, and they both started to pant.
"God, Hope," Snow grunted, burying his face against Hope's neck, "the things you do to me."
Hope only laughed breathlessly, which made Snow's heart ache with adoration. "I love you," he panted, rocking against his lover, pressing Hope closer.
"Love you," Hope said, softly kissing Snow's lips.
Then the sound of the front door opening shattered the moment. "Hope, I'm home," a man's voice called, and Snow's blood turned to ice. Instantly he froze, and no less than a second later, he shot to his feet, resulting in Hope toppling down to the floor.
"Snow!" Hope yelped.
"Oh, Hope, sorry!" Snow dove down, gently grabbing Hope's hands to help him back to his feet.
"Sorry?" Hope gave him a dubious glare, as he stood up again. "You throw me aside, and 'sorry'?!"
"Sorry," Snow said again, "I panicked."
Sighing, Hope rolled his eyes, and turned to the man standing in the doorway, whom was watching the entire exchange with an expression of bewilderment. And to Snow's horror, the man gave the both of them the once-over. "Did I interrupt anything?" he asked flatly.
"No! God no! No, nothing at all!" Snow blurted out.
The bespectacled man simply gave Snow a long look, before finally smiling kindly at Hope. "Hope, how've you been?"
"Hi dad," Hope smiled as he approached his dad, and was pulled into a warm, but physically distant hug.
The wary distance in the father/son hug made Snow's face burn, and he dropped his head forward in shame.
"Dad, this is Snow Villiers," Hope said, gesturing for Snow to come closer.
Shakily, Snow tried to adjust his blue jeans in the most subtle way he could, but his efforts were in vain as Hope's dad just watched his movements blankly. Finally, he stood in front of the older man, and audibly gulped as he nervously held out his hand. "Pleased to finally meet you, sir," he choked out.
The man was silent for a moment as he seemed to study Snow, then glanced down at his hand. "Snow, I've heard a lot about you," he then said, and took the offered hand and gave it a firm shake. "I'm pleased to finally meet the illustrious young man whom my son is so taken with."
"Oh," Snow's mind went suitably blank, and then he couldn't help grinning again. "Thank you, sir... Hope is--he's really, very amazing." Hope then slipped his hand into Snow's own larger one, an 'I-told-you-so' radiating from the gesture.
"Bartholomew is fine," Hope's father responded, and smiled wryly. "He's a bit of a bad influence it seems," he observed.
Hope's cheeks reddened, "dad," he protested.
"No, not at all," Snow said quickly.
Bartholomew only laughed good-naturedly. He then held up the bag of take-out, "well then... if you would, boys, settle yourselves down and let's eat," he said, leading the way to the diningroom.
Both Snow and Hope blushed with embarrassment as they smiled weakly at each other, cleared their throats, and trailed after Bartholomew Estheim.
All Done
XDDD I'm sorry, Hope! I still love you =3 *cuddles Hope**pokes Snow* I don't know why, it's just fun to pick on him XD *scurries**hides* methinks I like writing Bartholomew too =3 as Star-han says, he seems like a reasonable fellow ^__^ *ducks*
Nyaaah, still so friggin' hot... g' night ^^;;;