Fic: Warm Winters
Title: Warm Winters
Series: Game Over
Characters: Whitney x Tai
Rating: G
Warnings: Sap and ONE swear word.
Word Count: 579
Japanese winters were nothing like American winters but…damn! They were still cold. Depending on where in Japan, there might be snow and there might not be. If there wasn’t snow, then it was typhoon season and it was still cold and miserable. The only difference was that there was rain and not snow.
Tai did not like the cold. It made him even less patient than usual. Satoshi and Whitney both knew this and would carefully give him the space he needed along with several extra-warm sweaters, scarves, and cups of tea. Even with all of the things they did for him, he would still grumble and complain. The cold weather made him sleepier as well, as if the primitive need to hibernate hadn’t exactly left his human body. During the winters he was slow to wake up and quick to fall back asleep, almost in sync with the rising and setting of the sun.
On late cold afternoons, Whitney and Tai would finish their last class of the day at the same time. They would leave the university campus at the same time, walk to the subway station together, and get on the exact same train at the exact same time. If someone pointed out that they looked like a couple by the way they entered the train through the same door and sat down next to each other only a bit of space apart, they would deny it and say it was a coincidence, a coincidence that happens upon a regular basis. Whitney said it was because he was heading back to his apartment and Tai would mumble something about his apartment being too cold to stay in. There would be no other given explanation.
Their ride together would be silent. Whitney would have his gloves taken off; his bag sat on the side of him that wasn’t closer to Tai while he read some book of his by the light of the train. Tai, bundled up tightly in his warm clothes with a scarf around his neck, would have his bag on his lap and just stare out the opposite window at the passing scenery. Sometimes they would brush lightly against each other as the train rattled as it ran, but otherwise, they would avoid touch each other….except for the unnoticed touching of the shoes.
Sometimes, after a long day and little rest the night before, Tai would close his eyes for the duration of their ride. He only meant to rest his eyes, nothing more. But occasionally, he would actually fall asleep with his head lowered until his chin nearly touched his chin. Then the gentle rocking of the train would push Tai like an unseen force towards Whitney until the shorter man’s head rested against the taller’s shoulder. If that happened, Whitney would spare his lover only a small glance, perhaps gently push Tai into a more comfortable position against him, be tempted to place a small kiss against the soft forehead, and resume reading, not saying a word about their position.
When it was their time to get off, Whitney would drop his book back in his bag and shake the other man awake. Tai would blink heavily several times, as if not exactly catching on where he was, gather his belongings, and follow the blond man off the train. They would exit separated and quiet, without a single word exchanged about what happens on those cold late afternoons on the subway train.
Series: Game Over
Characters: Whitney x Tai
Rating: G
Warnings: Sap and ONE swear word.
Word Count: 579
Japanese winters were nothing like American winters but…damn! They were still cold. Depending on where in Japan, there might be snow and there might not be. If there wasn’t snow, then it was typhoon season and it was still cold and miserable. The only difference was that there was rain and not snow.
Tai did not like the cold. It made him even less patient than usual. Satoshi and Whitney both knew this and would carefully give him the space he needed along with several extra-warm sweaters, scarves, and cups of tea. Even with all of the things they did for him, he would still grumble and complain. The cold weather made him sleepier as well, as if the primitive need to hibernate hadn’t exactly left his human body. During the winters he was slow to wake up and quick to fall back asleep, almost in sync with the rising and setting of the sun.
On late cold afternoons, Whitney and Tai would finish their last class of the day at the same time. They would leave the university campus at the same time, walk to the subway station together, and get on the exact same train at the exact same time. If someone pointed out that they looked like a couple by the way they entered the train through the same door and sat down next to each other only a bit of space apart, they would deny it and say it was a coincidence, a coincidence that happens upon a regular basis. Whitney said it was because he was heading back to his apartment and Tai would mumble something about his apartment being too cold to stay in. There would be no other given explanation.
Their ride together would be silent. Whitney would have his gloves taken off; his bag sat on the side of him that wasn’t closer to Tai while he read some book of his by the light of the train. Tai, bundled up tightly in his warm clothes with a scarf around his neck, would have his bag on his lap and just stare out the opposite window at the passing scenery. Sometimes they would brush lightly against each other as the train rattled as it ran, but otherwise, they would avoid touch each other….except for the unnoticed touching of the shoes.
Sometimes, after a long day and little rest the night before, Tai would close his eyes for the duration of their ride. He only meant to rest his eyes, nothing more. But occasionally, he would actually fall asleep with his head lowered until his chin nearly touched his chin. Then the gentle rocking of the train would push Tai like an unseen force towards Whitney until the shorter man’s head rested against the taller’s shoulder. If that happened, Whitney would spare his lover only a small glance, perhaps gently push Tai into a more comfortable position against him, be tempted to place a small kiss against the soft forehead, and resume reading, not saying a word about their position.
When it was their time to get off, Whitney would drop his book back in his bag and shake the other man awake. Tai would blink heavily several times, as if not exactly catching on where he was, gather his belongings, and follow the blond man off the train. They would exit separated and quiet, without a single word exchanged about what happens on those cold late afternoons on the subway train.