Tora/Saga - Third Time Lucky - 1/3
Title: Third Time Lucky: First
Author: tsumetaikaze
Band/Pairing: Tora/Saga [alice nine.]
Chapter: 1/3
Genre: Humour, Romance
Rating: R
Warnings: nothing dangerous
Disclaimer: HAH! Nice one. No.
Summary: They had never put much faith into that old ‘third time lucky’ rule, until their band mates decided to interrupt an annoying amount of times.
“Are you sure that’s not just your perverted mind reading far too into things?”
Notes: Set during the making of the NUMBER SIX movie
Rough bark scratched through the thin material of Tora’s t-shirt as he leaned heavily against the large tree. He was panting loudly, heart racing in his ears, and barely showed the faint trace of amusement he felt.
Saga was highly amused, however, and stood in front of Tora with his head on his shoulder, body pressed close and shaking with silent laughter. Both hands were gripping the front of Tora’s t-shirt, and only began to relax when Saga found the ability to control himself - though not very well.
Tora brought his own hands up to rest on Saga’s waist, giving a small smile as he got his breath back enough to say, “Care to explain, then?”
Saga gulped in a breath of air and visibly held back another laugh. He straightened his top half and unwittingly pressed their bodies closer together, giving Tora a goofy grin that had the guitarist shaking his head.
“They were asking for it,” Saga shrugged.
Tora glanced behind him at the sound of Hiroto’s loud, “Oi! Where the hell’d you two go?” ringing demandingly through the trees, before turning back to Saga with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh? And how exactly were they doing that?”
Saga raised an eyebrow of his own, his smile losing it’s playfulness but finding it’s seductiveness. A seductiveness that Tora found giving him shivers. Saga leaned in closer so that their lips were almost touching, and said in a huskily amused voice, “We’re supposed to run off together, make some loud and rather suspicious noises, then come out of the woods looking very pleased with ourselves.” He trailed both hands down Tora’s chest to play with the hem of his t-shirt. “Now if that’s not asking for it, I don’t know what is.”
Tora laughed quietly, breath hot against Saga’s lips. “Are you sure that’s not just your perverted mind reading far too into things?”
Saga’s eyes were half-closed as he shrugged again, pressing still closer to the guitarist and smirking at the almost-purr that escaped the other’s throat.
“And so what if it is?”
Tora had no answer as two hands started at his thighs and slowly, purposefully trailed back up his body, stopping at his belt to play along the top of his jeans, fingertips lightly brushing over his skin. One hand continued it’s way up, brushing teasingly light across his chest and coming to rest at his neck, fingering the goggles there that were a part of his costume.
Tora took one look at the mixture between amusement and pure lust in the bassist’s eyes before gripping his hips hard and yanking him closer, forcing their lips together in a kiss that overlooked the meaning of gentle altogether.
Tongues battled and teeth nipped as hands roamed across hot skin and tugged at irritating clothing. Hips ground together as they forgot were they were, sharing moans and sighs as Saga’s hands pulled at Tora’s hair harshly.
Well he was asking for it too, having it that long.
“I swear, if you two are doing anything gross I’ll set Nao on you!”
Saga’s breathless laugh was chased by Tora’s amused smirk, hands gripping tighter and tugging harder, teeth and tongue’s increasing their insistence.
“Seriously, guys! No time for games - we have things to do.”
“And I have someone to do,” Tora growled lowly against Saga’s smirking, delicious lips, but the amusement he found in their situation showed through, even as he lifted a knee mischievously.
Saga laughed again, though it was punctuated by a breathy moan as Tora’s thigh came firmly into contact with an area that desired much attention. The bassist played with the ends of Tora’s hair in an attempt to compose himself as he said, “Finally seeing it my way, are you?”
Tora kissed him again briefly, and Saga could feel the smile. “If you’d explained… in -“ a kiss “- detail -“ another kiss, this time with a definite grin, “- before kidnapping me -“ this one lasted longer, tongue flicking out playfully along Saga’s lips before retreating, “- then I would’ve seen it your way a long time ago.” Tora raised a fine eyebrow. “Now, should I have my hand down your pants when he finds us, you have yours down my pants, or I have you against the tree with no pants? Take your pick, you’ve got about thirty seconds.”
Saga just gave a very inelegant snort, but he knew Tora felt his reaction to the last one. “And you say I’m perverted.”
Tora pulled them flush together again, chests close as one hand slipped between their bodies to the front of Saga’s pants, and he grinned devilishly into another quick, heated kiss.
“I don’t know about you,” he murmured, pointedly ignoring the jibe, “but I’m liking the third option, so -“
“You are! Nao! I told you they’d be perving it up! Honestly, you two can’t be left alone.”
Tora let his head fall back and hit the tree with a dull thump as he closed his eyes and let his hand return innocently to Saga’s waist. “Apparently not,” he growled.
Saga barely restrained a laugh despite his embarrassment.
“Well we have filming to do.”
“Can you at least let us finish?” Tora asked disbelievingly, gesturing down in plain indication that neither of the two men were fit to appear in front of a camera just yet.
Hiroto shrugged, clearly not very impressed. “You’re a tough guy. You’ll deal with it.”
“Well I would if you left.”
Saga almost had to bite his hand to stop the laughter.
Hiroto just folded his arms, tapped a foot and raised an eyebrow.
“Five minutes,” Saga forced out, almost sounding desperate as he held back. “Five minutes and I promise we’ll be up there. We just need to, ah…” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “wind down a little.”
Hiroto rolled his eyes and turned his back on them. Stalking off, he called over his shoulder, “Yeah, you better.”
Amid Saga’s fit of laughter, finally allowed to let it go, Tora grumbled under his breath, “Stubborn squirrel.”
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LJ's gone totally spack on me so I have no idea how this has turned out >_< Not my fault, I swear! And I'm really sorry for any typos, too. Aeigh.
[part two]