Rain, Rain, Go Away
Title: Rain, rain go away
Pairing: Saga/Shou
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Summary: It's nearly two o'clock in the afternoon, and yet,neither of them had any plan to get out of the bed.
A/N: For Saga's birthday! And, since it's been raining nonstop, AND it's pretty cold in here.
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It was the 24th of June.
It was Saga's birthday.
They were supposed to go out and have dinner together. They did, after all, reserve at one of those expensive restaurant's the bassist loved so much. And then, afterwards, they were supposed to meet up with the rest of the members to have a drinking party.
But strangely...
None of it happened.
Somehow, since it was Saga's birthday that day, the couple made love the most part of the morning. And after Shou had his morning coffee, they made love in the kitchen, and after breakfast, they took a shower together.
Only to end up in their shared bed once again.
"Hmm...Aren't we going to move...from this position?"the vocalist asked, clad only in Saga's white polo and his boxers. Groggily,he took in the messed up sheets, the way his legs were tangled with the bassist's, and freshly dyed black hair resting among the pillows.
Saga breathed lazily into Shou's hair, the sheets covering only his lower torso. "Yeah...We probably should..."
Another moment had passed by, unknowingly. They let it so. Blissfully listening to the soft pitter-patter of raindrops, all the while enveloped in a warmth so overwhelming, so right, so intimately them. The world would've ended right under their noses, but they would care less. All they could focus on was each other. They were known as one unit. Saga and Shou. Shou and Saga. Shou as the vocalist and Saga as the bassist were only front acts for their band.
Behind the scene, they were just Saga and Shou. Two entities merged together. Their heartstrings interwined, making tangles and knots, promising to never be broken. The rhythm of their hearts beating in synch, weaving a beautiful unsung melody intended for their ears only. They were two parts of a whole. Genders be damned.
That is, until Shou laughed. Saga made some kind of disgruntled noise. "We're never going to be able to move at all," the vocalist explained.
"Then maybe we shouldn't", Saga mumbled, nuzzling Shou's cheek like a cat would. "Maybe we should stay here. Forever." His grip tightened on Shou's waist.
Something swells in the vocalist's chest. Most of the time, his boyfriend was an asshole. Other times he was a goofball. But it was little moments like this that Shou remembers how he fell in love with someone younger than him. Saga may be an airhead. But sometimes he ends up wiser than him. As if he had lived long enough to truly understand what people were really like. Saga was neither less nor more. He was exactly enough for someone like him. His laidback attitude complements Shou's paranoia. His silliness lightens up the rather serious atmosphere. His strength made it alright for Shou to be vulnerable and weak. He was the person he could lean on when times were tough.
He was perfect.
They were perfect.
And Shou couldn't be any more happier.
Honestly? The vocalist would be more than satisfied to oblige to what Saga just suggested. It was impossible of course. But laying there with the person you love, sharing body warmth in the somehow cold, melancholic weather, listening to each other's heart beat--it was his idea of forever. "But the reservations", Shou whined, turning his head so he was directly resting beneath Saga's chin. "And the rest of the guys would be...", he sighed in content as he felt Saga slowly plant kisses on his face.
Shou trailed off, leaving the rest of his sentence unfinished. With a sleepy smirk, Saga continued, pressing his lips lightly on Shou's forehead, then he trailed downwards, kissing his closed eyelids, his slender nose, both of his cheeks, and then his chin. Intentionally, he avoided Shou's lips, and instead, peppered his neck with more teasing kisses. When he heard the vocalist whine, he couldn't stop the loving smile play unto his lips. Caressing his cheek affectionately with his free hand, Saga leaned down a little and claimed his lips softly. All of their love and their repressed affection from when they wanted to touch each other but couldn't was poured into that kiss.
It was slow, unhurried, and most of all, deeply felt.
"Unfair", Shou whispered when they pulled apart (smiling at each other). "...melted all of my limbs."
Resting his head on Shou's chest, the bassist laughed. "You melted my heart."
Shou was supposed to laugh. Why not? It was painfully cheesy, even for a great guy like Saga. And where did he pull that line out again? But instead of laughing, Shou couldn't help but grin at those words. It was said with casualness, as if saying them wasn't a big deal, as if what he admitted was normal. It was said by someone who sounded so much in love. "I love you", Shou breathed, cradling Saga's face with his elegant hands.
Slightly turning his head, Saga kissed the inside of his boyfriend's wrist. "I love you too. So much."
The sound of raindrops continued to fill up the silence that enveloped the room. Saga rolled over slightly, tugging at Shou to lay his head on his chest. They lied there together. Breathing. Feeling. Existing.
It felt nice. Just then, Shou felt Saga curl their fingers together, as if the spacing in between his fingers matched the bassist's oh so perfectly. The vocalist's smile widened and continued to lazily draw patterns on his boyfriend's chest. They didn't know how long they stayed that way. But Shou continued his actions even when he noticed the bassist's even breathing, indicating that he was already asleep. The vocalist let him. He could probably use that particular free moment to simply indulge himself into watching his boyfriend sleep, as creepy as that might sound.
The rain pelted down to a soft caress. A misty drizzle gracing the yellow-orange sky. The brink of dusk approaching the busy, bustling noises of the city. It was only until then, when the sky glittered with early evening stars, that Shou decided to rustle his boyfriend from sleep. He somehow didn't want to waste that reservation, after all. And he planned such a romantic evening for the both of them.
Pressing a kiss on his bare shoulder, Shou tried to stand up, resulting with Saga's grasp on his waist tightening. "Saga, we need to--party and reservations...Wake up, please", god, the incoherence he suffered was mortifying.
"Don't wanna." He mumbled groggily. "...Stay here. Forever."
Calming himself after a moment's worth of heart palpitations, the vocalist tried again. He mentally noted to himself that he should be prepared for the extreme adorable tendencies his boyfriend might get into when he's being roused awake. "Saga", he pressed his lips against his collarbone, "we can't stay here forever. We need food and shower and we have people waiting for us."
Saga groaned into the pillow. "...old couple in the Titanic movie", were the only words he could make out.
With furrowed brows, Shou knew that Saga loved watching that secretly with his best friend, Nao, even before they were together. He hadn't bothered to explain to him the reason behind it, though. But then the certain scene clicked into his memory: while the damage was done, and the majestic Titanic had been slowly sinking, water rushing in through the huge crack, there was an old couple, who were in bed, knowing that everything was hopeless and they decided to face their fate together.
"We're not even on a boat Saga", Shou supplied rationally, he was fully awake now, despite the fact that he was still lethargic. "We're not even an old couple. Well, not yet." He blushed for even assuming that their relationship would last that long, especially since theirs was an unusual one. "But...You know. I'm not saying that I don't see ourselves that long because believe me I do but--" his rant abruptly ended when he felt the bassist's mouth covered his.
"Shou."
"Mm?" he replied, still a bit dazed from the kiss.
"It's my birthday."
And though they were only three words said, Shou translated what Saga really meanth underneath: 'it's my day and I appreciate the party and attention but all I really want is to spend it with you.' Now, how could he say no to that? He finally relents. He finally gives in. And instead of using underhanded ways of getting Saga out of bed (like crawling beneath the sheets), he nuzzles further into Saga's chest and sighs in content.
"Okay."
And they ended up not going to the restaurant, despite the 'no-refund' policy on wasted reservations. After that, the other members continued the party, albeit the birthday boy was absent. All of them knew the story of their absence, and they didn't throw any questions. Instead, they respected their decision and planned that a surprise prank for Saga would be enough to get back at him for their fruitless efforts at socializing. But in the end, everything was alright. Everybody got what they wanted. Everybody was happy.
Because, hey, it was Saga's birthday, after all.
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A/N: I suck. Omg. This has been resting for 4 months in my 'PRIORITY' folder. The irony of it. Finally got around finishing it. Whaddya think? It's late, I know. But still. Whatevs. I kinda liked the relaxed feeling this fic gives off. Usually, my fics are full or rants or fast-paced or humorous. But I kinda like the lazy tone of this one.
Blah. Okay then. Drop me a line, loves.
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