[ohkura/yasu] warm things
i realise i'm not writing the stuff i said i will be - i will, seriously. just not right at this moment.
title: warm things
rating: pg
pairing: ohkura/yasu
warnings: fluff
summary: ohkura lounges carelessly on the deck
note: thanks to seito_no_senshi for the beta. also, lack of capitals are all deliberate. it’s an experiment - tell me if works or not? well actually it started because i was ficcing in an email and couldn’t be bothered using capitals…
the heat is sticky. it clings to him like a damp shirt, wet and heavy with the stink of hot sweat and the weight of the sun. ohkura lounges carelessly on the deck, one hand swinging gently over the edge of the boat, the other over his eyes, shielding him from the sun.
the slow swaying of the boat lulls him into a half sleep where the noise and sky is distant and fuzzy, like one of the lullabies he still remembers being sung to him as a child. one foot taps gently in time to the swaying, the drummer in him unable to resist himself.
there’s a soft laugh and someone hums a melody in time with his drumming. ohkura’s mouth curves a little as someone carefully steps around him and pauses. they crouch down and one hand reaches out to brush his hair back gently.
when a shadow slides over him, he lifts his arm away from his face and opens his eyes sleepily.
“yasu.” his mouth twitches into a small smile.
“tacchon,” yasu says, “you lazy thing. you haven’t moved for hours.”
“hm.”
“up,” yasu says firmly and pokes him on the arm. “you’ll be sunburnt soon. a red tacchon is only good when it’s a blushing tacchon, not a burnt one.”
“pull me up?” he says plaintively, looking at yasu with wide eyes.
yasu laughs. “lazy thing,” he says again and stands up. he holds out his hands and ohkura slides his warm and sticky hands into yasu’s cooler ones, and reluctantly allows himself to be pulled up. he loses his balance when the boat jerks a bit and falls forward into yasu who catches him with a soft thump.
he smiles sheepishly at yasu. yasu only rolls his eyes and steadies him on his feet before -
snap.
ohkura blinks dazedly at the photographer who gives him a thumbs up and takes another picture.
“silly,” yasu says. “you forgot didn’t you? that we were doing out ‘relaxing’ shoot today.”
“i might have,” he says, a little embarrassed.
yasu only shakes his head and leads him into the shadier parts of the boat. ryo and subaru slump together in their seats, one sleeping and the other strumming a guitar distractedly. yasu clears a space on the floor and promptly sits down. he motions to ohkura who blinks a little before settling himself down with a satisfied sigh.
he startles when yasu lifts his head into his lap, but he only buries his head further in yasu’s lap, curving himself around him.
“tired,” he murmurs, fingers curling in yasu’s shirt.
“shh,” says yasu quietly, slowly stroking ohkura’s hair. “it’ll be quiet soon once they,” and he jerks his head to where hina, yoko and maru are horsing around, laughing loudly while another photographer furiously snaps away, “finish.”
ohkura nods sleepily and doesn’t even notice when the photographer comes in close to take another picture and says something about “how cute they are”.
instead, he closes his eyes and dreams of warm things.
title: warm things
rating: pg
pairing: ohkura/yasu
warnings: fluff
summary: ohkura lounges carelessly on the deck
note: thanks to seito_no_senshi for the beta. also, lack of capitals are all deliberate. it’s an experiment - tell me if works or not? well actually it started because i was ficcing in an email and couldn’t be bothered using capitals…
the heat is sticky. it clings to him like a damp shirt, wet and heavy with the stink of hot sweat and the weight of the sun. ohkura lounges carelessly on the deck, one hand swinging gently over the edge of the boat, the other over his eyes, shielding him from the sun.
the slow swaying of the boat lulls him into a half sleep where the noise and sky is distant and fuzzy, like one of the lullabies he still remembers being sung to him as a child. one foot taps gently in time to the swaying, the drummer in him unable to resist himself.
there’s a soft laugh and someone hums a melody in time with his drumming. ohkura’s mouth curves a little as someone carefully steps around him and pauses. they crouch down and one hand reaches out to brush his hair back gently.
when a shadow slides over him, he lifts his arm away from his face and opens his eyes sleepily.
“yasu.” his mouth twitches into a small smile.
“tacchon,” yasu says, “you lazy thing. you haven’t moved for hours.”
“hm.”
“up,” yasu says firmly and pokes him on the arm. “you’ll be sunburnt soon. a red tacchon is only good when it’s a blushing tacchon, not a burnt one.”
“pull me up?” he says plaintively, looking at yasu with wide eyes.
yasu laughs. “lazy thing,” he says again and stands up. he holds out his hands and ohkura slides his warm and sticky hands into yasu’s cooler ones, and reluctantly allows himself to be pulled up. he loses his balance when the boat jerks a bit and falls forward into yasu who catches him with a soft thump.
he smiles sheepishly at yasu. yasu only rolls his eyes and steadies him on his feet before -
snap.
ohkura blinks dazedly at the photographer who gives him a thumbs up and takes another picture.
“silly,” yasu says. “you forgot didn’t you? that we were doing out ‘relaxing’ shoot today.”
“i might have,” he says, a little embarrassed.
yasu only shakes his head and leads him into the shadier parts of the boat. ryo and subaru slump together in their seats, one sleeping and the other strumming a guitar distractedly. yasu clears a space on the floor and promptly sits down. he motions to ohkura who blinks a little before settling himself down with a satisfied sigh.
he startles when yasu lifts his head into his lap, but he only buries his head further in yasu’s lap, curving himself around him.
“tired,” he murmurs, fingers curling in yasu’s shirt.
“shh,” says yasu quietly, slowly stroking ohkura’s hair. “it’ll be quiet soon once they,” and he jerks his head to where hina, yoko and maru are horsing around, laughing loudly while another photographer furiously snaps away, “finish.”
ohkura nods sleepily and doesn’t even notice when the photographer comes in close to take another picture and says something about “how cute they are”.
instead, he closes his eyes and dreams of warm things.