Gravitation - Prompt #2 - Rain - G
TITLE Rain
AUTHOR icedpoison/xdangerous_game/Lauz/SugarNeko
PAIRING Tatsuha/Ryuichi/Taki
RATING G
SUMMARY The rain does more than fuck up your hair.
Thick drops of water splashed against the dual sliding glass doors of the fancy looking condo. It was summer, which mean rain was unusual, but here it was. It wasn’t even that warm kind of rain, no; this was the cold sort of rain, the one that would chill you to the bone were you to get soaked.
Taki hated that sort of rain…ok…he hated any sort of rain. Anything that ruthlessly messed up your hair with little to no regards to your feelings was evil. That meant rain and humidity alike, but Taki had his own reasons for personally despising the rain. He associated rain with some of the shitty things that happened in his life for, to his dismay, it rained every single time something dreadfully terribly happened.
A light wave of thunder rolled through the darkened clouds that hazed their way over Japan. Instinctively, the singer shifted backwards, further into the arms that curled around his stomach. There was an answering grunt and then a protective tightening of grip, which made Taki relax and start to drift back to sleep.
“Hn, Taki-kun, shouldn’t we be…you know, getting up now?”
The man in question slipped open burgundy eyes, watching the face of the form in front of him with only minimal understanding of the words being spoken. Not only did the rain fuck up his hair, it made him tired, lethargic, and more than lazy. For anyone that knew him, they knew that Taki Aizawa was not, generally, the type to sleep past ten in the morning. It was now bordering on two in the afternoon…and he had no intentions on getting up.
Lazily, he muttered, “I’m not getting up, so get up or go back to sleep, Tatsu-kun.”
Behind him, Sakuma stirred, gently petting Aizawa’s stomach, whispering a quiet ‘shhh’ against the skin of his shoulder. Closing dark eyes once more, almost immediately feeling himself drift off to sleep, the singer was pleased when Tatsuha relented and curled back up, effectively trapping his smaller form between them both. With his last ounce of consciousness, Taki nestled his head underneath the younger male’s chin.
Somewhere in the back of his sleep-fogged mind, Taki figured that, perhaps, not all rainy days were to be dreaded.
AUTHOR icedpoison/xdangerous_game/Lauz/SugarNeko
PAIRING Tatsuha/Ryuichi/Taki
RATING G
SUMMARY The rain does more than fuck up your hair.
Thick drops of water splashed against the dual sliding glass doors of the fancy looking condo. It was summer, which mean rain was unusual, but here it was. It wasn’t even that warm kind of rain, no; this was the cold sort of rain, the one that would chill you to the bone were you to get soaked.
Taki hated that sort of rain…ok…he hated any sort of rain. Anything that ruthlessly messed up your hair with little to no regards to your feelings was evil. That meant rain and humidity alike, but Taki had his own reasons for personally despising the rain. He associated rain with some of the shitty things that happened in his life for, to his dismay, it rained every single time something dreadfully terribly happened.
A light wave of thunder rolled through the darkened clouds that hazed their way over Japan. Instinctively, the singer shifted backwards, further into the arms that curled around his stomach. There was an answering grunt and then a protective tightening of grip, which made Taki relax and start to drift back to sleep.
“Hn, Taki-kun, shouldn’t we be…you know, getting up now?”
The man in question slipped open burgundy eyes, watching the face of the form in front of him with only minimal understanding of the words being spoken. Not only did the rain fuck up his hair, it made him tired, lethargic, and more than lazy. For anyone that knew him, they knew that Taki Aizawa was not, generally, the type to sleep past ten in the morning. It was now bordering on two in the afternoon…and he had no intentions on getting up.
Lazily, he muttered, “I’m not getting up, so get up or go back to sleep, Tatsu-kun.”
Behind him, Sakuma stirred, gently petting Aizawa’s stomach, whispering a quiet ‘shhh’ against the skin of his shoulder. Closing dark eyes once more, almost immediately feeling himself drift off to sleep, the singer was pleased when Tatsuha relented and curled back up, effectively trapping his smaller form between them both. With his last ounce of consciousness, Taki nestled his head underneath the younger male’s chin.
Somewhere in the back of his sleep-fogged mind, Taki figured that, perhaps, not all rainy days were to be dreaded.