AFTER THE FACT
TITLE: AFTER THE FACT
Genre: humor
Pairing: Gackt/You/Masa
Rating: pg
Summary: Takes place after that photoshoot
Notes:Written 4 or 5 years ago. Something short just to test my wings
After the Fact
"Oh, thank the gods that's over!" You sighed heavily as he sank into the couch in the hotel suite he shared with Gackt. "Promise me we'll never do this again, Gachan."
"What, I thought you liked being naked together," Gackt leered. He stood behind the blond violinist, rubbing the tension-strained shoulders.
"Mmm... I do. When it's just us...."
Masa came into the room, grabbed an apple from the bowl of fruit on the coffee table, and sank down on the couch. He gave You a quick kiss, snuggling into the other's side, and offered him a bite of apple.
You was momentarily distracted by the younger man, but managed to regain his train of thought, "...not-- ooh!-- not stylists, and makeup people, and props and wardrobe-- what wardrobe?! Grapes do not count as wardrobe!"
"Technically, you were wearing a robe when all the others were about. So you were really only naked with us and the photographer," Masa pointed out, taking another bite of apple. He stroked You's thigh in a soothing gesture. "And grapes are props, not wardrobe."
You looked sidelong at the man, and gave another long-suffering sigh, "What-ever."
Gackt let out a small chuckle as his fingers slid into the ice-blue hair, still spiked with styling wax, then ran a finger lightly over You's ear.
You had leaned his head back and thrown his arm over his eyes. He sat up and turned around to look at the other man who was sitting on the back of the couch, one foot on the floor, the other swinging slowly as he continued his ministrations. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?!" he said incredulously.
"I always enjoy being with you," Gackt replied with a sultry smile. Masa nodded in agreement.
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Genre: humor
Pairing: Gackt/You/Masa
Rating: pg
Summary: Takes place after that photoshoot
Notes:Written 4 or 5 years ago. Something short just to test my wings
After the Fact
"Oh, thank the gods that's over!" You sighed heavily as he sank into the couch in the hotel suite he shared with Gackt. "Promise me we'll never do this again, Gachan."
"What, I thought you liked being naked together," Gackt leered. He stood behind the blond violinist, rubbing the tension-strained shoulders.
"Mmm... I do. When it's just us...."
Masa came into the room, grabbed an apple from the bowl of fruit on the coffee table, and sank down on the couch. He gave You a quick kiss, snuggling into the other's side, and offered him a bite of apple.
You was momentarily distracted by the younger man, but managed to regain his train of thought, "...not-- ooh!-- not stylists, and makeup people, and props and wardrobe-- what wardrobe?! Grapes do not count as wardrobe!"
"Technically, you were wearing a robe when all the others were about. So you were really only naked with us and the photographer," Masa pointed out, taking another bite of apple. He stroked You's thigh in a soothing gesture. "And grapes are props, not wardrobe."
You looked sidelong at the man, and gave another long-suffering sigh, "What-ever."
Gackt let out a small chuckle as his fingers slid into the ice-blue hair, still spiked with styling wax, then ran a finger lightly over You's ear.
You had leaned his head back and thrown his arm over his eyes. He sat up and turned around to look at the other man who was sitting on the back of the couch, one foot on the floor, the other swinging slowly as he continued his ministrations. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?!" he said incredulously.
"I always enjoy being with you," Gackt replied with a sultry smile. Masa nodded in agreement.
fin