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Well, I thought I'd make my first contribution to the community with my first ever attempt at an RP fic. Hope you like it.
Title: Of Colds and Cuddling
By: KattrinRay
Genre: Fluff?
Rating: PG-13 for one word
Word Cout: 1075
Summary: This is what happens when a sick Aiba stays with Shirota.
Notes: This, my first ever attempt at a fic is dedicated to mou_yanagi for pretty much forcing me to write something.
It’s cold. Aiba thought as he awoke from the light nap he had been taking just moments earlier. It took him a second to remember where he was. He glanced around to see he was still at Shirota’s apartment and they were still watching the Dream Live Second video. He had a huge blanket wrapped around his slender body, he’d probably stolen it from Shirota’s bed. He looked to his left to see the big dork sprawled out across his couch, watching the television with that big goofy grin of his, which made him smile inside, until he remembered that apparently he was still suffering from his cold.
Yes, he was still sick, and it sucked. He felt exhausted, even though he had just been sleeping, he figured that being cold was another symptom because Shirota looked completely fine and Aiba was curled up on a recliner with a big blanket wrapped around himself. He could feel himself start to shiver ever so slightly.
I hate being sick. He really did, being sick meant he wasn’t supposed to exert too much energy, which meant he couldn’t play basketball, or he couldn’t go out, and what’s worse? He couldn’t practice his dance moves because he’d lose his energy really quickly which would lead to an eventual collapse.
He didn’t mind as much though because he was staying with Shirota until rehearsals picked up again, and he liked Shirota’s company. He wasn’t exactly sure if they were an official item yet. They would often hang out, sometimes as friends, sometimes as something more.
They both had come to the conclusion one night after practice while walking home together that they didn’t have the time to be and official couple while the musical was going, but they both understood that they were special to each other. And it was days like these when they had off that they could enjoy each others company and be somewhat of a normal couple.
Except they couldn’t right now because Aiba was sick. Gosh, he hated being sick, especially at a time like this, when they were free and he had Shirota all to himself. It made him mad, and why was is so damn cold?
Aiba shifted slightly in his chair so that he could bring his feet under the blanket with the rest of his body. Shirota seemed to have picked up on Aiba’s distress and took his eyes off the movie.
“Ah, Aibacchi, joining the world of the living again? Did you dream about me?” Shirota smirked as he watched the younger boy struggle with the oversized comforter.
Aiba sent a mock glare in Shirota’s direction, which caused a bigger smirk.
Shirota decided it would probably be more beneficial to his own well-being if he didn‘t bug the teenager too much, “Are you feeling any better?” switching from a teasing tone to a more concerned and caring one.
“A-Aa, a little, but I’m f-freezing, are you not cold?” Aiba inquired while fumbling with his blanket and pulling it tighter around his shoulders.
“Iie,” he said studying Aiba’s face and body movements, he looked annoyed, probably at being sick, and lethargic. He turned to the TV again, the movie was about three-fourths over now and he was deciding if he wanted to watch another performance when they were done.
He was trying to make up his mind on whether they should watch the first dream live concert with the first cast, or one of the other performances when he heard a small voice.
“Shirotan?”
“Huh?” Shirota once again directed his attention to the Fuji actor.
“Gomen…”
Shirota was confused. “Nani?”
“For troubling you.”
Shirota sighed deeply, “Aiba, what are you talking about?”
“You could probably be doing something better right now, like going out and having a good time, than sitting here with a sick me.” Aiba said in a very small voice, yawning and looking at the floor in front of him, pouting.
“Now why would I want to do something like that?”
Aiba looked up at him with a confused face, “Because, this doesn’t seem like much fun.”
“Aibacchi, I would rather spend the day sitting and doing nothing with you than anything else in the world, even if you were puking your guts out.”
“Honto? Like even hangover or drunk puking?” Aiba asked in a disbelieving voice, which earned him a ‘that’s not the point‘ look.
“Yes,” Shirota gave the teen a smile and was overjoyed when he was rewarded with one back. It was the first time he’d seen Aiba smile since he got sick.
A moment of comfortable silence lapsed between them as they watched themselves sing on the tv screen.
“Are you still cold?” Shirota asked after a couple of minutes.
“Freezing,” Aiba replied sleepily. He was getting tired again.
“Come here,” Shirota said bluntly.
“Huh?” Aiba was confused.
“Come here,” Shirota said again, this time tapping his chest, signaling he meant to come to him, “and bring your blankie too.”
Aiba rolled his eyes and lazily got up from his chair, his knees popped as he did so and he had to stretch to wake up his muscles, but he eventually made his way to where Shirota was still laying on the couch.
When he got there Shirota grabbed his wrist and pulled him down so that Aiba was now laying on top of him. It was not very difficult since Shirota was taller than Aiba and he was able to position it so that Aiba’s head rested on his chest. After he’d straightened out the blanket Shirota rubbed Aiba’s arms and back for a short while until he could feel his goose bumps disappear. When they finally did Shirota wrapped one arm around Aiba’s waist while the other was around his back so that he could easily run his fingers through Aiba’s hair.
“Better?” Shirota asked while placing a kiss on the top of Aiba’s head.
“Much,” Aiba said sleepily with a smile on his face.
When the movie ended five minutes later, Shirota decided not to change it since Aiba had fallen asleep almost right away and he didn’t have the heart to wake him up. He gave a contented sigh and reached for his remote from his coffee table.
“I love you, Aibacchi,” Shirota whispered as he hit play to watch the Dream Live Second concert again.
Yeah, this was much better than anything he could have possibly done today.
x-posted to
tenimyu_slash
Title: Of Colds and Cuddling
By: KattrinRay
Genre: Fluff?
Rating: PG-13 for one word
Word Cout: 1075
Summary: This is what happens when a sick Aiba stays with Shirota.
Notes: This, my first ever attempt at a fic is dedicated to mou_yanagi for pretty much forcing me to write something.
It’s cold. Aiba thought as he awoke from the light nap he had been taking just moments earlier. It took him a second to remember where he was. He glanced around to see he was still at Shirota’s apartment and they were still watching the Dream Live Second video. He had a huge blanket wrapped around his slender body, he’d probably stolen it from Shirota’s bed. He looked to his left to see the big dork sprawled out across his couch, watching the television with that big goofy grin of his, which made him smile inside, until he remembered that apparently he was still suffering from his cold.
Yes, he was still sick, and it sucked. He felt exhausted, even though he had just been sleeping, he figured that being cold was another symptom because Shirota looked completely fine and Aiba was curled up on a recliner with a big blanket wrapped around himself. He could feel himself start to shiver ever so slightly.
I hate being sick. He really did, being sick meant he wasn’t supposed to exert too much energy, which meant he couldn’t play basketball, or he couldn’t go out, and what’s worse? He couldn’t practice his dance moves because he’d lose his energy really quickly which would lead to an eventual collapse.
He didn’t mind as much though because he was staying with Shirota until rehearsals picked up again, and he liked Shirota’s company. He wasn’t exactly sure if they were an official item yet. They would often hang out, sometimes as friends, sometimes as something more.
They both had come to the conclusion one night after practice while walking home together that they didn’t have the time to be and official couple while the musical was going, but they both understood that they were special to each other. And it was days like these when they had off that they could enjoy each others company and be somewhat of a normal couple.
Except they couldn’t right now because Aiba was sick. Gosh, he hated being sick, especially at a time like this, when they were free and he had Shirota all to himself. It made him mad, and why was is so damn cold?
Aiba shifted slightly in his chair so that he could bring his feet under the blanket with the rest of his body. Shirota seemed to have picked up on Aiba’s distress and took his eyes off the movie.
“Ah, Aibacchi, joining the world of the living again? Did you dream about me?” Shirota smirked as he watched the younger boy struggle with the oversized comforter.
Aiba sent a mock glare in Shirota’s direction, which caused a bigger smirk.
Shirota decided it would probably be more beneficial to his own well-being if he didn‘t bug the teenager too much, “Are you feeling any better?” switching from a teasing tone to a more concerned and caring one.
“A-Aa, a little, but I’m f-freezing, are you not cold?” Aiba inquired while fumbling with his blanket and pulling it tighter around his shoulders.
“Iie,” he said studying Aiba’s face and body movements, he looked annoyed, probably at being sick, and lethargic. He turned to the TV again, the movie was about three-fourths over now and he was deciding if he wanted to watch another performance when they were done.
He was trying to make up his mind on whether they should watch the first dream live concert with the first cast, or one of the other performances when he heard a small voice.
“Shirotan?”
“Huh?” Shirota once again directed his attention to the Fuji actor.
“Gomen…”
Shirota was confused. “Nani?”
“For troubling you.”
Shirota sighed deeply, “Aiba, what are you talking about?”
“You could probably be doing something better right now, like going out and having a good time, than sitting here with a sick me.” Aiba said in a very small voice, yawning and looking at the floor in front of him, pouting.
“Now why would I want to do something like that?”
Aiba looked up at him with a confused face, “Because, this doesn’t seem like much fun.”
“Aibacchi, I would rather spend the day sitting and doing nothing with you than anything else in the world, even if you were puking your guts out.”
“Honto? Like even hangover or drunk puking?” Aiba asked in a disbelieving voice, which earned him a ‘that’s not the point‘ look.
“Yes,” Shirota gave the teen a smile and was overjoyed when he was rewarded with one back. It was the first time he’d seen Aiba smile since he got sick.
A moment of comfortable silence lapsed between them as they watched themselves sing on the tv screen.
“Are you still cold?” Shirota asked after a couple of minutes.
“Freezing,” Aiba replied sleepily. He was getting tired again.
“Come here,” Shirota said bluntly.
“Huh?” Aiba was confused.
“Come here,” Shirota said again, this time tapping his chest, signaling he meant to come to him, “and bring your blankie too.”
Aiba rolled his eyes and lazily got up from his chair, his knees popped as he did so and he had to stretch to wake up his muscles, but he eventually made his way to where Shirota was still laying on the couch.
When he got there Shirota grabbed his wrist and pulled him down so that Aiba was now laying on top of him. It was not very difficult since Shirota was taller than Aiba and he was able to position it so that Aiba’s head rested on his chest. After he’d straightened out the blanket Shirota rubbed Aiba’s arms and back for a short while until he could feel his goose bumps disappear. When they finally did Shirota wrapped one arm around Aiba’s waist while the other was around his back so that he could easily run his fingers through Aiba’s hair.
“Better?” Shirota asked while placing a kiss on the top of Aiba’s head.
“Much,” Aiba said sleepily with a smile on his face.
When the movie ended five minutes later, Shirota decided not to change it since Aiba had fallen asleep almost right away and he didn’t have the heart to wake him up. He gave a contented sigh and reached for his remote from his coffee table.
“I love you, Aibacchi,” Shirota whispered as he hit play to watch the Dream Live Second concert again.
Yeah, this was much better than anything he could have possibly done today.
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