Fever
Title: Fever
Pairing/Group: ShinTaku
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Summary: Shingo is sick and needs someone to take care of him.
It was so hot. Sweat dripped down his skin. Eyesight drifting in and out. Panting, it was hard to breath. Shingo's hands twisted the the sheets. He was really, really sick.
Shingo showed up for dance practice and was having a hard time concentrating. It was warm in the room and he kept zoning out and stumbling a bit. Takuya saved him from one of his falls. He just leaned on the older man, relishing in the contact. Face buried in that soft hair, his eyes drifted shut. Wrapping his arms around the other man he pulled him close, holding him tight. “Are you ok Shingo?” he shoved a hand up under the younger man's bangs. He sighed at the cool hand on his forehead. “That feels good” he sighed happily. Takuya just stared at him for the almost erotic way he said it. “You're really sick. Let's get you home”
Shingo just leaned on Takuya in the back of the car. He had loved the other man for years. Longer than he could remember. So he was taking his opportunity to cuddle on him since he rarely did. Loving the concerned touches and stroking of his hair.
The next thing he knew he was at home and being tucked into bed. His shirt was gone. Sweat was tenderly being wiped from his brow. “Thank you” he sighed at the coolness meeting his forehead. Takuya chuckled “Someone has to take care of you, you big baby” Shingo grabbed his wrist. “I'm not a baby anymore” he grumbled “You’ll always be a kid to me” Takuya's face split into a big grin. Yanked forward lips meeting his, the older man's eyes were wide. “I'm not a kid…” he mumbled letting his captive go. His fever taking him into unconsciousness.
He drifted in and out, only catching bits and pieces of Takuya taking care of him. Finally waking up in the middle of the night. It was dark in the room and he wasn't nearly as hot. He felt gross and still overheated but normalish. Blinking slowly, he moved bumping into something. Eyes focusing in the dark, the first thing he saw was that beautiful face. Takuya was asleep next to him. Moving the blanket Shingo broke out in a sweat for a different reason. A bare shoulder had been exposed. Panic flooded his body. Why was Takuya half naked and in his bed?!
Why was he here? In his bed? How did he even get home? Thinking hard the few memories he had drifted back. Hand over his mouth, eye squeezed shut. He had kissed him. Just trying to hold back tears of frustration. He probably ruined whatever chance he had with that perfect man. A swipe of a thumb under his eye. The palm resting on his cheek. “Don't cry you big dope” lips gently pressed against his. Eyes meeting those deep brown orbs full of understanding. Suddenly full of tears, face screwed up trying to hide.
“What did I just say?!” Takuya snapped pulling the younger man into his arms and letting him cry it out on his chest. Chuckling as those big arms grabbed him and squeezed tightly. Both of them falling back in the bed. Shingo just relaxing after finishing his tears. Takuya's gentle hand stroking his head. The older man looked down his chest just to see the top half of a big face, eyes staring curiously. “What?” those brows knit together, smirking at him. “What?!”
Muffled laughter and the noise of wet kisses drifted from the open bedroom door.
“Shingo, let me go!”
“NEVER”
Pairing/Group: ShinTaku
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Summary: Shingo is sick and needs someone to take care of him.
It was so hot. Sweat dripped down his skin. Eyesight drifting in and out. Panting, it was hard to breath. Shingo's hands twisted the the sheets. He was really, really sick.
Shingo showed up for dance practice and was having a hard time concentrating. It was warm in the room and he kept zoning out and stumbling a bit. Takuya saved him from one of his falls. He just leaned on the older man, relishing in the contact. Face buried in that soft hair, his eyes drifted shut. Wrapping his arms around the other man he pulled him close, holding him tight. “Are you ok Shingo?” he shoved a hand up under the younger man's bangs. He sighed at the cool hand on his forehead. “That feels good” he sighed happily. Takuya just stared at him for the almost erotic way he said it. “You're really sick. Let's get you home”
Shingo just leaned on Takuya in the back of the car. He had loved the other man for years. Longer than he could remember. So he was taking his opportunity to cuddle on him since he rarely did. Loving the concerned touches and stroking of his hair.
The next thing he knew he was at home and being tucked into bed. His shirt was gone. Sweat was tenderly being wiped from his brow. “Thank you” he sighed at the coolness meeting his forehead. Takuya chuckled “Someone has to take care of you, you big baby” Shingo grabbed his wrist. “I'm not a baby anymore” he grumbled “You’ll always be a kid to me” Takuya's face split into a big grin. Yanked forward lips meeting his, the older man's eyes were wide. “I'm not a kid…” he mumbled letting his captive go. His fever taking him into unconsciousness.
He drifted in and out, only catching bits and pieces of Takuya taking care of him. Finally waking up in the middle of the night. It was dark in the room and he wasn't nearly as hot. He felt gross and still overheated but normalish. Blinking slowly, he moved bumping into something. Eyes focusing in the dark, the first thing he saw was that beautiful face. Takuya was asleep next to him. Moving the blanket Shingo broke out in a sweat for a different reason. A bare shoulder had been exposed. Panic flooded his body. Why was Takuya half naked and in his bed?!
Why was he here? In his bed? How did he even get home? Thinking hard the few memories he had drifted back. Hand over his mouth, eye squeezed shut. He had kissed him. Just trying to hold back tears of frustration. He probably ruined whatever chance he had with that perfect man. A swipe of a thumb under his eye. The palm resting on his cheek. “Don't cry you big dope” lips gently pressed against his. Eyes meeting those deep brown orbs full of understanding. Suddenly full of tears, face screwed up trying to hide.
“What did I just say?!” Takuya snapped pulling the younger man into his arms and letting him cry it out on his chest. Chuckling as those big arms grabbed him and squeezed tightly. Both of them falling back in the bed. Shingo just relaxing after finishing his tears. Takuya's gentle hand stroking his head. The older man looked down his chest just to see the top half of a big face, eyes staring curiously. “What?” those brows knit together, smirking at him. “What?!”
Muffled laughter and the noise of wet kisses drifted from the open bedroom door.
“Shingo, let me go!”
“NEVER”