[FIC] Red Roses
for: mutekinonna
prompt: sho/jun; red roses
notes: not beta. sorry for the late, bb. was lazy and on a drama run. hope this makes up for it. :(
Sho isn’t one of those romantics almost everyone knows and Jun understands. He messes up on love confessions, evades love questions and just fails dramatically to anything that is related to it. To Jun, this is nothing less than sports (except for soccer, of course) and drawings for Sho.
But the other perseveres, gathering this massive effort to make their time together special. Jun reasons out otherwise and tells Sho that just being with him, by his side, is enough to make every moment special.
When Jun arrives home from work and spots a bouquet of red roses resting on his bed, he frowns. Sho really is persistent. A note tuck neatly on the floral bundle.
Got you the loveliest and most vibrant of all, the same way I would have chosen you.
He scoffs. Sho doesn’t have to try, Jun thinks. Yet a warm feeling sweeps across him almost in an instant. He frowns some more, his emotions just betray him. He doesn’t like that.
A familiar weight presses sooner on his shoulders.
"Don't like it?" Sho asks near Jun’s ear.
He can hear the older man's pout.
"The message is lame," holding the card out in between his fingers.
"The least thing you could say is your appreciation."
"Yeah, thank you," he says absentmindedly.
"Hey, that sounds forced."
Jun laughs and faces Sho. He smiles. Genuinely. "Thanks."
Sho looks away but slithers a hand around Jun's waist, enveloping him.
"I worked hard on picking the best ones."
"You didn't have to, you know."
Jun leans in to thumb the soft petals. The very feel of it calms him down, almost like velvet. He softens at the bunch, its bloom perfectly pleasant and soothing to the eye. He fell for them and it is the most beautiful thing.
He imagines Sho who squeezed pass the city crowd, scouted through flower shops anonymously, listened attentively to the shop assistant’s detailed meaning of each flower present and compared flower after flower just to bring home an expression of his love to an unsuspecting recipient. Jun is touched by the gesture.
He swallows the edges of guilt back to his stomach. It’s not nice to scold somebody who went through the trouble of getting you unwanted presents.
"You're welcome, by the way," Sho cuts in, playing with the helm of Jun’s shirt.
"Please have it in mind that I am a man."
"Who says that flowers are only for women?"
Jun shuts him up with a kiss, "You’re all talk."
He threads his fingers deeper into Sho's hair, pulling him closer. Their mouths finding the best angle as their tongues meet and lips stretch for more access. They tumble in the bed lost within the feel of each other, bodies hot and solid against each other. The roses fall gracefully on the floor, forgotten until both are coherent enough to notice.
Every heave of breath burns and every fleeting touch trembles the skin underneath. The world blurs and swirls before their eyes, their only focus is in each other’s arms.
Friction heightens and stimulates the smooth slides in and out; hitting the right places enough for Jun to think that he’ll break and collapse in a mere heap of nerves. His grip tightens across the sheets, Sho wrapping him in the warm circle of his palm. His limit approaches its summit until he can only see white, a final groan of pleasure combines as they pool their love beneath each other.
A brush of lips and tangle of arms and limbs ends it and resigns themselves to blissful sleep and shared afterglow.
***
Sho wakes up with a clogged nose, or rather a smooth petal covering his nostrils. He breathes it out and opens his eyes to see a flutter of raining rose petals. He props himself up with an elbow and watches the younger man scatter the petals around the room.
“I didn’t know you’re this sadistic even to the flowers,” Sho muses, catching Jun’s attention.
Jun chuckles, “Good morning. Did I wake you?”
“Well yeah by suffocating me with a petal.”
Jun tugs a huge grin across his face, “I should be careful then. I wouldn’t want a criminal record on my résumé.”
Sho laughs, “That’s kind of you, thank you very much.”
He sits up and stretches his tense muscles. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and the never-ending shower of rose petals scatter in the air and floats down elegantly.
“I think my flowers are very well appreciated,” Sho frowns a bit for the younger man to notice.
“It served its purpose. I don’t want to watch it wither on a vase.”
Jun plucks the last remaining reds and flings them. He watches it dance in the air and somehow it saddens him. Moments like this never last long. Soon they’ll have separate lives and memories of white sheets and red roses drift down into nothing more than flickering remnants of the past.
He doesn’t want this to end.
A soft kiss on his shoulders brings him to the present. Finger tips glides smoothly in his forearm, stopping to draw him close.
“What are you thinking all of a sudden?” Sho asks worriedly.
Jun smiles. He doesn’t have to think about the future. Sho’s here and they are million possibilities to come. Cherish the moment, he concludes. Maybe he should give Sho a chance to be this romantic once in a while. It never hurts to try.
“Nothing,” he finally answers, “maybe keeping you here for cleaning is not so bad.”
He gestures to the scatter of red petals and a pleasant kiss on the lips is enough to last long.
FIN
prompt: sho/jun; red roses
notes: not beta. sorry for the late, bb. was lazy and on a drama run. hope this makes up for it. :(
Sho isn’t one of those romantics almost everyone knows and Jun understands. He messes up on love confessions, evades love questions and just fails dramatically to anything that is related to it. To Jun, this is nothing less than sports (except for soccer, of course) and drawings for Sho.
But the other perseveres, gathering this massive effort to make their time together special. Jun reasons out otherwise and tells Sho that just being with him, by his side, is enough to make every moment special.
When Jun arrives home from work and spots a bouquet of red roses resting on his bed, he frowns. Sho really is persistent. A note tuck neatly on the floral bundle.
Got you the loveliest and most vibrant of all, the same way I would have chosen you.
He scoffs. Sho doesn’t have to try, Jun thinks. Yet a warm feeling sweeps across him almost in an instant. He frowns some more, his emotions just betray him. He doesn’t like that.
A familiar weight presses sooner on his shoulders.
"Don't like it?" Sho asks near Jun’s ear.
He can hear the older man's pout.
"The message is lame," holding the card out in between his fingers.
"The least thing you could say is your appreciation."
"Yeah, thank you," he says absentmindedly.
"Hey, that sounds forced."
Jun laughs and faces Sho. He smiles. Genuinely. "Thanks."
Sho looks away but slithers a hand around Jun's waist, enveloping him.
"I worked hard on picking the best ones."
"You didn't have to, you know."
Jun leans in to thumb the soft petals. The very feel of it calms him down, almost like velvet. He softens at the bunch, its bloom perfectly pleasant and soothing to the eye. He fell for them and it is the most beautiful thing.
He imagines Sho who squeezed pass the city crowd, scouted through flower shops anonymously, listened attentively to the shop assistant’s detailed meaning of each flower present and compared flower after flower just to bring home an expression of his love to an unsuspecting recipient. Jun is touched by the gesture.
He swallows the edges of guilt back to his stomach. It’s not nice to scold somebody who went through the trouble of getting you unwanted presents.
"You're welcome, by the way," Sho cuts in, playing with the helm of Jun’s shirt.
"Please have it in mind that I am a man."
"Who says that flowers are only for women?"
Jun shuts him up with a kiss, "You’re all talk."
He threads his fingers deeper into Sho's hair, pulling him closer. Their mouths finding the best angle as their tongues meet and lips stretch for more access. They tumble in the bed lost within the feel of each other, bodies hot and solid against each other. The roses fall gracefully on the floor, forgotten until both are coherent enough to notice.
Every heave of breath burns and every fleeting touch trembles the skin underneath. The world blurs and swirls before their eyes, their only focus is in each other’s arms.
Friction heightens and stimulates the smooth slides in and out; hitting the right places enough for Jun to think that he’ll break and collapse in a mere heap of nerves. His grip tightens across the sheets, Sho wrapping him in the warm circle of his palm. His limit approaches its summit until he can only see white, a final groan of pleasure combines as they pool their love beneath each other.
A brush of lips and tangle of arms and limbs ends it and resigns themselves to blissful sleep and shared afterglow.
***
Sho wakes up with a clogged nose, or rather a smooth petal covering his nostrils. He breathes it out and opens his eyes to see a flutter of raining rose petals. He props himself up with an elbow and watches the younger man scatter the petals around the room.
“I didn’t know you’re this sadistic even to the flowers,” Sho muses, catching Jun’s attention.
Jun chuckles, “Good morning. Did I wake you?”
“Well yeah by suffocating me with a petal.”
Jun tugs a huge grin across his face, “I should be careful then. I wouldn’t want a criminal record on my résumé.”
Sho laughs, “That’s kind of you, thank you very much.”
He sits up and stretches his tense muscles. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and the never-ending shower of rose petals scatter in the air and floats down elegantly.
“I think my flowers are very well appreciated,” Sho frowns a bit for the younger man to notice.
“It served its purpose. I don’t want to watch it wither on a vase.”
Jun plucks the last remaining reds and flings them. He watches it dance in the air and somehow it saddens him. Moments like this never last long. Soon they’ll have separate lives and memories of white sheets and red roses drift down into nothing more than flickering remnants of the past.
He doesn’t want this to end.
A soft kiss on his shoulders brings him to the present. Finger tips glides smoothly in his forearm, stopping to draw him close.
“What are you thinking all of a sudden?” Sho asks worriedly.
Jun smiles. He doesn’t have to think about the future. Sho’s here and they are million possibilities to come. Cherish the moment, he concludes. Maybe he should give Sho a chance to be this romantic once in a while. It never hurts to try.
“Nothing,” he finally answers, “maybe keeping you here for cleaning is not so bad.”
He gestures to the scatter of red petals and a pleasant kiss on the lips is enough to last long.
FIN