Sparks
Title: Sparks
Chapter: 1/2
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora x Shou (from the Givuss era)
Genre: Romance, fluff...
Warnings: Male x Male, realistic situations, a tiny bit of smut (in this chapter anyway)
Summary: First appartments, first real friends, first bands, first loves...they all create sparks in the forest that is our lives. Some of them catch fire, eventually...
Comment: Givuss Fic yayyyyyy! No one writes those anymore so I decided to go crazy and post some. This one is a little old so I reworked it a bit, but not too much because I liked the raw style that I had initially used so I didn't smooth it out too much. This was only beta-ed by my slightly older self so there might be mistakes still, sorry. Hope you guys like it...Comments=Sex...by the way XD
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The small club was packed.
With girls mostly, wearing the latest visual-kei styles that plastered every single youth oriented magazine these days. In many ways better dressed than he could even hope to be, despite the fact that he was in a band. A visual-kei band nonetheless. Not that it spared him from making his own costumes, his own hair and makeup, and working a shitty day-job in a cafe, which he would probably have to hold on to for a while more, now that his band wasn't doing so great. His hopes of making it big one day never dwindled, but his chances of doing it with that band were getting slim. But he wasn't about to give up Lost Age just yet, especially not after travelling across town to see a potential guitarist perform. He didn't think that a new guitarist would save his current band from imminent disbandment, but kept his bitter thoughts to himself as he let his body be dragged to the front row by his bassist, who was overly cheerful as usual. Didn't mean he had to act like it pleased him, at all.
"Seriously Kohara, could you look even more depressed? You look like your dog died, have some of my beer." Zin admonished, handing over his glass to the sulking vocalist who grabbed it with a sigh.
He sipped half heartedly, wishing he was elsewhere. He had been on his feet at work all day, he hadn't had enough time to do his hair so it lay straight and boringly smooth in long silver strands on his shoulders, and the last place he wanted to be was in a shitty club on the other side of town surrounded by squealing girls. All he wanted was his bed.
"Dude, this guy better be fucking worth our while because honestly, I just want to sleep right now."
"I swear to god, Rei has been raving about him non-stop ever since he saw him. He says he plays like one of those guys in american bands, super stylishly and stuff. I trust Rei on this, its hard to baffle him with a guitar."
He had to take Zin's word for it, and Rei was rather hard to impress. He started feeling a tad curious about the mysterious guy, plus, the band had to be half decent if they packed up a venue quite like it was. The lights dimmed suddenly, the crowd pressing to the front towards the stage, making the two friends grunt as they were squeezed against the edge of the flimsy security barrier.
"I guess were about to find out if Rei is a dumbass, ne?" Zin muttered, awkwardly trying to sip at his leftover beer.
Shou rolled his eyes as the band members took their positions in the darkness.
"I really hope for his sake that they're good."
The lights came back on, and nothing, nothing could have prepared him for what he was blessed to see at that very moment.
The most beautiful boy in the universe, eyes like burning amber, sharp cheekbones, the fullest mouth he had ever seen, skin like milk, beautiful, long, flame-red hair. Dangerously, exotically beautiful, wielding that guitar like a weapon, every movement of his body, no matter how aggressive, beautiful and calculated like a dance. He was entranced, the rest of the band an afterthought as he studied the tall, red-haired boy making his guitar scream and moan exquisitely, black-tipped fingers moving so fast on the neck his eyes hardly making sense of it all. So beautiful his breath caught in his throat when their eyes met, just a fraction of a second, enough to make that beautiful mouth quirk in the shyest of smiles.
It made him ask himself if he believed in love at first sight.
He left the venue in a daze, barely registering the ecstatic raving of his bandmate.
"Dude, he was incredible! Did you see him move! Whoa! Rei was so right about this…"
All he could do was nod as he stepped out of the club, shrugging on his worn leather jacket. All he could think about was that smile. That hint of a curve on those beautiful lips. He felt hot and cold, and a little sick.
What the hell is happening to me? Am I even into guys?
"Hey, dude, are you alright? You look all pale and shit."
He shook himself, dispelling the images in his brain.
"Yeah dude, just a little tired that's all. What was his name, did Rei tell you?" he asked, trying to sound offhand about it.
Zin grinned, grabbing him by the arm.
"No clue, but let's go ask him in person, he's right there!"
True enough, the beautiful boy was there, casually leaning against a parked car, listening to the rest of his band chatting as he took long drags of his cigarette. He looked stylish even in street clothes, with his tight, ripped black jeans, studded belts, a black hoodie. And square, black-rimmed glasses, just to make him even more attractive if that was possible. His heart was beating wildly in his chest as they got closer, realizing that the guitarist was tall, just as tall as he was, if not more. He pushed off the car as they got closer. Taller, definitely taller, he gauged as Zin finally introduced them to the band leader. He couldn't care less about what his bassist was babbling about, incapable of stopping himself from looking at the tall boy, whose cheekbones had flushed a fraction at hearing Zin rave enthusiastically at his talent.
"I just play guitar, I mean, I'm not that great."
His voice was low like a velvet caress, shy and unassuming, oddly modest for someone that had been so flamboyant a few minutes earlier. He stole a sideways glance at him, hazel eyes burning like embers, making his knees turn to water. And there it was again, that shy hint of a smile that had stolen his heart earlier, back on those full lips, adorned with two silver piercings. His heart wanted to burst out of his chest. The guitarist turned towards him, casually offering his hand.
"I'm Amano Shinji, by the way."
He grasped the offered hand with his own, hoping that his hand wouldn't feel disgustingly moist.
"Kohara Kazamasa. You really were awesome tonight, really."
Shinji blushed, shuffling his feet.
"I'm a simple guy, I just want to be good enough to be in a band."
"I think we all want the same things, we just see them differently I guess."
It made Shinji smile again, his amber eyes glittering.
"Something like that, yes."
***
They had exchanged numbers.
But life had other plans for them in store, and they weren't able to talk very much until Shinji came to see of his own shows at some random playhouse. Both their bands were at disbandment stage at this point, and neither were really feeling too great about their musical futures, prompting them to talk about it over beers at Shinji's small apartment, which wasn't much bigger than the average living room. Not that either of them could afford any better. They had eased considerably around each other, the initial awkwardness giving way to an underlying tension that both were just doing their best to ignore. It had worked so far.
They both sat on the floor of Shinji's place, drinking beer after beer until the both of them were hardly coherent, laughing at their misfortune.
"Dude, we should totally make up names for each other, don't you think? We'd probably sound more artsy…" he slurred, making Shinji snort.
"Maybe, but it can't be one of those annoying girly names that everyone has in this fucking scene…I'm sick of girly names, I mean, we already look and dress like girls, what the fuck more do they want?" Shinji moaned, reaching for yet another bottle from the open case between them.
He burst out laughing, falling back against the edge of the futon.
"Okay sure…manly names…ehhhh…"
"How about 'Shou'? For you I mean. You'd make a fine general."
He rolled it around his head. It did sound great, and unique, and easy to remember.
"Plus, the kanji for it is super badass. That scores extra points usually…"
"Ok sure, I'll be 'Shou' from now on. It is less of a mouthful than my real name. What about you? How should we call you?"
"I don't care as long as it's not a fucking girly name…"
Shou observed him for a while, trying to think of something when their eyes met. Shinji's irises were like molten bronze in the dim light, feline and wild, pupils shrunk to pinpricks in the darkness. Feline. Feral. Wild. Yet graceful and elegant. It hit him like a ton of bricks.
"We have to call you 'Tora'. Its fucking perfect."
"Really? Tiger?"
"Yeah. Why the fuck not? It totally suits you. You're a little wild, a little shy, but totally elegant and beautiful and super sexy, and…and…" he quieted, cheeks blushing bright as he realized he may have revealed a bit more than he intended, "and its really catchy…" he ended lamely, too flustered to say anything else.
The guitarist grinned, eyes bright.
"Sexy, eh?"
"Um…"
"Tora it is then. I like it."
"You do?"
"Its perfect…"
***
The two nicknames had stuck, so much that none of their friends ever called them by their real names anymore. They were Shou, and Tora.
The two boys had moved in together shortly after, hoping to save a little on rent, and allowing them to afford a little bit more space. It wasn't much, as they had to share the bedroom, and the bed, but neither of them had to live in their own living room/studio/kitchen, which was a welcome change. They still didn't own a couch, chairs, or even proper china and flatware, but it left plenty of room for Tora's five guitars, Shou's recording equipment, and their mutual musical bric-a-brac.
They had been busy booking as many auditions as they could, looking through local papers and magazines, calling the numbers on those little pieces of paper they collected at cafés and music stores, and always came home half-dead and sorely disappointed. No one was sharing their vision. No one that was worth forming a band with at any rate.
Whenever they weren't running from audition to audition, they shuttered themselves in the small apartment, refusing all social invitations to write some new material, late in the night, fuelled with cheap coffee and their wild dreams of making it big. It was during one of those late night sessions that Tora finally had the idea that would make their luck turn at last.
"Shou, why don't we post our own ad in the paper?" Tora asked, sitting on the floor with his acoustic guitar as Shou stood at the stove, boiling water for some instant noodles.
They were still rather broke, and all they could afford was rice, instant noodles and coffee. It was no trouble for them to stay fashionably slender…
"What do you mean?" Shou replied, taking two chipped bowls from the dish-rack by the sink.
"I mean, why don't we set up auditions ourselves? It would be easier to find people that fit our criteria, no? That and we wouldn't have to blindly run across town to auditions that just aren't worth our time."
Shou nodded, stirring the noodles.
"It would probably be better than what we have done so far. Anything would be better at this point."
"Let's do it…"
***
Tsunehito came first, wowing them with his delicate, elfin looks even before impressing them with his bass playing.
And then Yuu, shy and a little dorky, but gaining a measure of grace when he sat behind that drum set, looking right at home with the rest of them.
Two other guitarists came and went, seeing that they were no match to Tora's skill, refusing to share the spotlight with the tall, flame-haired demon.
Givuss was formed.
And some success was obtained, their first two singles flying off the shelves despite the shoddy recording, the not so professional jacket photographs, and the less than confident compositions. But their had put their all in it, lumping most of their savings in it as well, so much that they could barely even afford to pay their cell phone bills, much less eat properly. But they were drunk on success, feeding off the energy of the lives. And they had each other too, always.
Shou was falling more in love with the tiger everyday.
The spark that had exploded in his heart in that darkened club was now an all consuming blaze, burning him from the inside at a steady pace. It was becoming hard to conceal, considering they lived together. The way his mouth would drain of all moisture every time the tall, slender guitarist got out of the shower, with just a towel around his hips, pale skin pearled with water. The way his heart raced and thumped in his chest every time Tora would smile, laugh, hug him gently. The way he smiled goofily, with stars in his eyes when Tora played a showy solo during lives…
And the arousal. The rush of adrenalin he experienced every night as they lay in the same bed, knowing that he was just a few inches away on his side of the futon, that he would just have to stretch his hand a little to taste that soft, white skin with his fingertips. Sometimes, often, it was too much, and he had to get up, lock himself in the small bathroom and relieve himself any way he could, shoving his fingers in his mouth not to moan his name as he spilled himself all over his hand and stomach. It troubled him. Shouldn't he be into girls? They flocked to him like moths to a flame yet he had no desire for any of them. Not even a hint of what he felt when his tall tiger merely grinned at him. What was wrong with him? And what would Tora think if he knew, that almost every night the thought of his skillful hands doing unspeakable things to his body brought him to orgasm, again and again.
It was an unpaid heating bill, and a bottle of cheap whiskey, that gave Shou a glimpse of the tiger's true feelings.
They arrived home, after a live that had consumed all of their energy, drunk on cheap liquor, wet, cold and tired from the slushy snow pouring fro the sky, only to find their small apartment as cold as a grave. Shou cursed as his breath fogged up, even inside their own living room, still furnished with only amps and guitars.
"Tora, did you fucking forget the heating bill, again?"
The tall guitarist smiled sheepishly, drunkenly trying to shrug out of his coat despite the shivers that shook his tall frame.
"Maybe…"
Shou rolled his eyes, hadly sober enough to stand still himself.
"Remind me why I put you in charge of that again…"
"I don't remember, but it was a stupid idea…" Tora teased, trying so hard to stay positive despite his lips turning blue that Shou couldn't help but chuckle.
"Okay, I'll take care of it from now on otherwise we're just gonna die of hypothermia this winter. Come on, lets get dry clothes and get to bed." the vocalist slurred, finally working himself free of his jacket.
He dragged the tall boy by the hand to their shared bedroom, forgetting his awkwardness in his drunken quest for warmth, flinching when he noticed that Tora's fingers were even colder than his own. They were soaked to the bone, and both sighed with relief as they changed into dry sweats, piling as many blankets as they could find on the futon before huddling underneath it all. At last Shou was starting to get warm, life coming back to his toes and fingertips as the layers of fabric around him absorbed his body heat, pleasantly buzzed from the whiskey coursing his veins. But he quickly noticed that Tora was still shivering so violently he could feel it on his side of the bed.
"Tora, dude are you okay?"
"Yeah…yeah t-totally f-fine…" he stuttered through chattering teeth.
"Man, you don't sound okay at all…c'mere…" Shou ordered in a no-nonsense tone, despite the drunken slurring, reaching for the guitarist across the bed, pulling him over to his own side to huddle against him, sliding himself in the tight embrace of the tall man's arms.
He felt Tora stiffen in surprise, and then progressively relax as he wrapped his arms tighter around the smaller vocalist, wedging his blonde head underneath his chin, their legs tangling as Shou clung to him, sharing his warmth as he thankfully buried his face in the guitarist's chest. Finally, an excuse for prolonged physical contact. He almost felt guilty for taking advantage of Tora's weakened state, but having the guitarist press the entire length of his body against his eagerly, strong arms holding him close, was more than worth it. Besides, he was way too drunk to worry at this point.
"You're so fucking warm, good god…" Tora mumbled as Shou's hands rubbed up and down his spine, warmed hands sliding underneath the hem of his tee, soothing him as his body desperately soaked every drop of heat from the vocalist's hands.
So soft. Tora's skin was so goddamn soft, Shou's fingers splaying on that smooth expanse with a sigh of pleasure, sending the whole daily debate circling in his thoughts.
Why do I love boys? Is it normal? Why do I love him? Should I tell him? Should I tell him? Goddamnit!
They lay entwined for what seemed an eternity, and he was starting to doze off at last when Tora's cool hands slipped underneath his own shirt, prying it off his body. He blushed ten shades of crimson as he weakly, and half-heartedly, tried to fend him off.
"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?"
Tora mumbled something incoherent, still single-mindedly removing Shou's shirt.
"What?"
"Skin…I want to feel your skin…bare skin is warmer…" Tora mumbled, finally managing to slip the tee over Shou's head and off his arms before fumbling out of his own tee, Shou far too flustered to help him out.
As soon as he was rid of his shirt too, he shoved himself against the vocalist, arms snaking around his waist to hold him close, sighing in contentment when their noses brushed together. Shou thought he was going to faint when he felt that Tora was hard, the burning hot length of him pressing against his lower belly through the thin sweats. He ran his tongue on his cracked lips, mouth suddenly dry as bone, awkwardly trying to push himself away before Tora noticed he was rock hard too.
"Tora…"
"Hnn?"
"Tora…you're…um…"
The taller man growled in annoyance.
"Shut…up…" he mumbled, amber eyes hazy in the darkness, "want…you…" he managed before crushing his plush lips to Shou's startled ones.
Shou felt like all of his bones had turned to water, a treacherous moan escaping his throat when Tora's tongue slipped across his lower lip, asking for entrance which he granted without a second thought. Their tongues tangled in a velvety soft dance, unexperienced hands roaming and discovering new skin, Tora's skin erupting in goosebumps when Shou's fingers circled his erect nipple. Shou's brain couldn't make sense of anything at this point, and frankly, it didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was Tora's soft lips, skilled tongue, and the strong, long-fingered hands that grasped at his hips, bringing their lower bodies together as both started to grind against each other.
When Tora's hand reached into his loose sweats, pulling out his leaking, erect cock, he thought he'd died and gone to heaven. It couldn't be real. He had to be dreaming when Tora's hand circled the head first, sliding down to the root in a smooth stroke before pulling back up, just as deliciously slowly. It was too much for his brain to process.
His guitarist, best friend, roommate.
His amber eyed tiger.
Tora.
His Tora was making out with him, jerking him off at the same time. He felt like his brain was about to explode as months of pent up attraction bubbled to the surface, threatening to make him come in one embarrassingly fast surge on the guitarist's fingers.
He reached for Tora's hard length, making the guitarist moan deep in his throat when his fingers closed tight around him, stroking him hard. His hips bucked against Shou's, mouth sliding down the singer's chin to his neck, latching his mouth to the smooth line of muscle that joined neck and shoulder, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. It made the vocalist arch and moan incoherently as his free hand tangled in Tora's long hair, urging him to continue as they kept stroking and tugging at each other's cocks relentlessly. They didn't last long in their drunken state, the both of them eager for release, mouths and tongues tangling, teasing, speeding the process.
Tora gave in first, hips jerking as he pressed his forehead to Shou's shoulder, moaning with abandon.
"Shou…Shou I'm gonna…oh…oh god, yes…" he whispered urgently in his husky voice, his entire body tensing as his cock pulsed, burning hot seed splattering on Shou's pumping hand.
It was enough to drag Shou along, his own cock so ready to explode that a single brush of Tora's fingers had him spilling his seed between their bodies, whimpering helplessly.
They kissed, long and deep, their bodies closely entwined, seed slicking hands and lower bellies, staining the sheets underneath them. But they didn't have a care in the world.
It wasn't until much later, Tora sleeping the deep slumber of sexual satiety, chest plastered to Shou's back, that the weight of their actions finally fell on the groggy vocalist. He covered his face with both hands, struggling to get his panicked breaths under control. How was Tora going to react, in broad daylight, realizing what they had done in their drunken, live-high, wet and cold state. Would he be angry? Would he feel betrayed? Would he reject him? Silent, warm tears slid down Shou's cheeks.
What the fuck have I done…
***
Ha so here goes...Its a tad shorter than my usual stuff but that only because it got split in two. If I get some response, I'll post the other half ;) I know, I'm such a comment whore...and proud of it XD xoxoxo