[FIC] - Sticky - Tora/Nao - PG-13 - Oneshot
Title: Sticky
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Tora/Nao
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Written for aliceinfiction's third prompt "Sticky Summer Days" ~
Rainchaser's Archive
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There was a shy knock on his door, Tora barely heard it. At first he wondered if he just imagined it, that it just had been a sound from a neighboring hotel room. Then, there it was again, a real knock on his very own hotel room door.
Tora got up and pulled on his boxers halfheartedly, letting them hang lopsided and low on his hips. He walked in the dark towards the little noise and opened the door a crack to take a look, blinking his eyes against the lights in the hallway.
"Nao-kun?" He asked, surprised.
"Did I wake you up?" The drummer look sorry and kept fidgeting with something behind his back.
"Nah, I couldn't fall asleep so far. Come in." He opened the door fully to let his band mate enter, already walking back to his bed to switch on a dim lamp. It was one of those hot, humid summer nights, making every kind of clothing stick to your skin, sweaty and depriving you sleep.
Unless you had a fine AC.
Nao shut the door. "The air conditioner in my room broke."
"And now you're looking for a place to sleep?" The taller said, flopping backwards onto his mattress.
"You know, Saga and Shou are busy lovebirding and cuddling all night and Pon is bouncing off the walls most of the night, so..." He scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed in front of his not so secret long term crush he bugged around midnight. "I have an apple to make it up to you, though." He held up the big, pinkish fruit.
"An apple?" Tora propped himself up on his lower arms and looked at the drummer with raised brows.
"It's a Fuji. It's tasty." Nao tried, pointing at the little gift.
The guitarist toppled over, snorting amused.
"Not good?" There was a little whine in his voice as he cradled the fruit to his chest.
"It's perfect. Come here." He patted the bed, signaling Nao to sit down next to him.
Nao wasn't sure if he wanted to be that close to a Tora wearing that little clothes. Actually, he wanted nothing more than that.
He sat down, his Pooh boxer's showing more and more of his thighs as the fabric riled up in his lap. Tora took the apple out of his hands and bit into it generously.
"Mmmh" He rolled back his eyes and closed them. "Thif if tafty for real!" Even though he was still chewing he took another bite.
"See? See? I told you." Happily, Nao jumped onto the bed, making Tora giggle.
The guitarist looked up at the bouncy man on his bed, his eyes squeezed by his honestly smiling cheeks.
How adorable.
The sweet, rich taste of the fruit felt heavy on his tongue.
He looked closer. Nao's shirt was sticking to his damp skin. How long had he endured in his overheated room? He glistened golden in the faint light, especially the blond strand in his fringe.
How... alluring.
"You know, the apple was created just by chance. They crossed some different breeds, experimenting and then there it was, this sticky sweet taste. Addictive, isn't it?"
Tora nodded enthusiastically, eating more and more. Oh, the scent alone was sugary. His eyes kept roaming, down to the strong legs of the drummer. The perked butt as he leaned over the tall man, toned and...
When did Nao turn into someone he wanted to reach out for, drag close and kiss so badly? Then again, the almost eaten apple was set on the nightstand as he just did that, the juice glued his fingertips to Nao's blushing cheeks. There was this flavor feeling sweeter than the apple, this something on the drummers lips, no, on his tongue, as he gasped into his mouth while Tora pulled him onto his lap. Stickiness, that's what he felt when their thighs aligned. A hand traveled to the drummer's back and pushed him down. Chest met chest, heartbeats racing against each other.
They parted their lips, breath ghosting over each others heated faces.
"An apple, huh?" Tora nibbled on Nao's bottom lip.
A love found by chance, sticky and sweet. Just like the Fuji apple.
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This is the most delicious thing ever (click to enlarge):
Oh, and the taste of Fuji apples.... turns me on. Shoot me, srsly, brows, noses and apples?
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Tora/Nao
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Written for aliceinfiction's third prompt "Sticky Summer Days" ~
Rainchaser's Archive
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There was a shy knock on his door, Tora barely heard it. At first he wondered if he just imagined it, that it just had been a sound from a neighboring hotel room. Then, there it was again, a real knock on his very own hotel room door.
Tora got up and pulled on his boxers halfheartedly, letting them hang lopsided and low on his hips. He walked in the dark towards the little noise and opened the door a crack to take a look, blinking his eyes against the lights in the hallway.
"Nao-kun?" He asked, surprised.
"Did I wake you up?" The drummer look sorry and kept fidgeting with something behind his back.
"Nah, I couldn't fall asleep so far. Come in." He opened the door fully to let his band mate enter, already walking back to his bed to switch on a dim lamp. It was one of those hot, humid summer nights, making every kind of clothing stick to your skin, sweaty and depriving you sleep.
Unless you had a fine AC.
Nao shut the door. "The air conditioner in my room broke."
"And now you're looking for a place to sleep?" The taller said, flopping backwards onto his mattress.
"You know, Saga and Shou are busy lovebirding and cuddling all night and Pon is bouncing off the walls most of the night, so..." He scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed in front of his not so secret long term crush he bugged around midnight. "I have an apple to make it up to you, though." He held up the big, pinkish fruit.
"An apple?" Tora propped himself up on his lower arms and looked at the drummer with raised brows.
"It's a Fuji. It's tasty." Nao tried, pointing at the little gift.
The guitarist toppled over, snorting amused.
"Not good?" There was a little whine in his voice as he cradled the fruit to his chest.
"It's perfect. Come here." He patted the bed, signaling Nao to sit down next to him.
Nao wasn't sure if he wanted to be that close to a Tora wearing that little clothes. Actually, he wanted nothing more than that.
He sat down, his Pooh boxer's showing more and more of his thighs as the fabric riled up in his lap. Tora took the apple out of his hands and bit into it generously.
"Mmmh" He rolled back his eyes and closed them. "Thif if tafty for real!" Even though he was still chewing he took another bite.
"See? See? I told you." Happily, Nao jumped onto the bed, making Tora giggle.
The guitarist looked up at the bouncy man on his bed, his eyes squeezed by his honestly smiling cheeks.
How adorable.
The sweet, rich taste of the fruit felt heavy on his tongue.
He looked closer. Nao's shirt was sticking to his damp skin. How long had he endured in his overheated room? He glistened golden in the faint light, especially the blond strand in his fringe.
How... alluring.
"You know, the apple was created just by chance. They crossed some different breeds, experimenting and then there it was, this sticky sweet taste. Addictive, isn't it?"
Tora nodded enthusiastically, eating more and more. Oh, the scent alone was sugary. His eyes kept roaming, down to the strong legs of the drummer. The perked butt as he leaned over the tall man, toned and...
When did Nao turn into someone he wanted to reach out for, drag close and kiss so badly? Then again, the almost eaten apple was set on the nightstand as he just did that, the juice glued his fingertips to Nao's blushing cheeks. There was this flavor feeling sweeter than the apple, this something on the drummers lips, no, on his tongue, as he gasped into his mouth while Tora pulled him onto his lap. Stickiness, that's what he felt when their thighs aligned. A hand traveled to the drummer's back and pushed him down. Chest met chest, heartbeats racing against each other.
They parted their lips, breath ghosting over each others heated faces.
"An apple, huh?" Tora nibbled on Nao's bottom lip.
A love found by chance, sticky and sweet. Just like the Fuji apple.
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This is the most delicious thing ever (click to enlarge):
Oh, and the taste of Fuji apples.... turns me on. Shoot me, srsly, brows, noses and apples?