#23 Theme 30: Misery in the Dusk - Ayabie; Tora/Hiroto
Title: New Year's
Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 030 Misery in the Dusk (Ayabie)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: fluff, smut
Comments: A happy New Year's fic with a seasonal title to boot:)
New Year's
Steam choked the small shower cell and painted the mirrors a wispy grey as Tora finally sauntered out the bathroom door; he was infinitely glad they had spent the night at his apartment. Basking in the temperate chill of wet skin and moving air, he quickly dug in a drawer and pulled some clothes out.
It wasn't so much that he was adverse to the idea of spending the night, or even several nights, at Hiroto's flat. It was just that whenever they wound up there... Tora could barely bring himself to get out of bed in the mornings, much less shower and change. Some might consider it a good thing, but he was always late.
Stretching contentedly, he wandered down the hall and out into the kitchen to discover a note stuck to marble countertop.
Going out shopping with Aki, I'll be back in time to go to the temple if you're up for it??? Call me if you need anything!!!!!!!
Tora snorted at the large stars scrawled in last minute at the end of the note and pulled out a clean bowl and cereal. He had the sneaking suspicion he should've woken up earlier and gone out shopping too. This winter was sure to be deathly cold (not unlike all the winters before it) and the more clothes he had to cover himself, the better. But oh well, he got to sleep in and tomorrow there was no way Hiroto would be missing the sunrise so a least he'd slept prepared.
Nodding to no one in particular, Tora uncapped some milk and dowsed his breakfast.
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"So you should buy sexy lingerie, right?"
Rolling his eyes, Hiroto shoved his basket of groceries into Aki's chest and continued walking down the aisle.
"It's just a dinner, dinner and a movie that's all. Get your mind out of the gutter."
"Uh huh," Aki nodded skeptically. "And that's why you've got candlesticks in your basket."
A pause. "You know I stopped hanging out with you for a reason," Hiroto pouted, tugging his basket away from prying eyes.
"Hey now! I'm just trying to help out here," Aki cried out wryly. He let go and held his hands up in mock defense. "You're the one who called me first."
Hiroto made a face and eyed him warily. "Well no more jokes about me and Tora, okay?"
"Only when the occasion calls for it," Aki sang, waving a hand in the air as he brushed on by. "Now how do you expect to make pasta with only a can of cat food and candles? I mean I know Tora's a tiger in bed, but I don't think the kitty can survive on just a tin of tuna."
Resisting the gravitational pull between the adjacent shelves and his forehead, Hiroto sighed and trailed after the older man. "What do we need first?"
---
"So if I buy this shirt," Tora held up a myriad of colors and swirling patterns, "you'll really pay for that jacket?"
"Of course!" Shou exclaimed. "Think of it as a late Christmas present, New Year's Eve gift or something."
"More like a bribe," the guitarist muttered, shelling out the cash for the less expensive shirt.
"Think what you must, but you're giving me the receipt." Shou smirked and snatched the small sheet of paper from the other's hands. "And you're going to wear that shirt to practice and be grateful."
Making a noncommittal grunt, but knowing he would indeed wind up wearing it, Tora grabbed his bags and made for the exit.
"Now where should we eat our soba?"
---
Inside Tora's kitchen, Hiroto swirled the softening pasta strands in a pot of boiling water.
"So what are you putting in that?"
"Everything we just bought," Aki replied helpfully, sprinkling seasonings into his pasta sauce.
"Isn't it a little early to be making dinner?"
"Just keep it covered in the oven and you should be fine." Giving his pot one final stir, Aki took it off the stove and over to the oven.
"Besides I thought you wanted to make desert. Cakes take a while to bake."
Hiroto hummed in agreement and stared at his noodles some more.
Cocking an eyebrow at the other's silence, Aki leaned back on the counter. "Unless you had... other desert plans, I can leave."
Flushing a quick pink which had absolutely everything to do with his steaming pot, Hiroto set his wet chopsticks down and crossed his arms. "Yes, we're doing stuff later, okay? Happy?"
Chortling at the cute glare the other was sending him, Aki got out the tin foil.
"I am happy! I really am. Happy for you guys that is." Smiling, he reached over and pinched the smaller man's cheeks. "And even if you needed help with your doing stuff later I'd still be all the way out here giving you a pointer or two and helping you along."
"I'm touched," Hiroto scoffed, ears still a nice shade of mortified. "Now can we please... just finish?"
---
"So we'll only be here five minutes right?"
"Huh?" Tora looked up dazed from the floor. Shou's outline was a vague blur amidst the rows and rows of colorful titles and plastic cases. Very vague.
"Here. We'll only be here five minutes. Right?"
Tora nodded absentmindedly and slid a movie out from its rack. "Do you think this sounds any good?"
Sighing, Shou set his shopping bag on the ground with a little more force than necessary.
"What? We already ate our New Year's soba, there's no need to hurry," Tora mumbled while he read the movie's summary. "Plus these places are usually packed when I come. I'm surprised they're even open acutally, but now I have the whole day to pick out some really good movies."
"Blah, blah, yeah, yeah, I know. I just thought... shouldn't you be doing this with Hiroto instead?"
"He went out shopping with Aki before I woke up." Tora pulled another DVD off its shelf and grinned at the campy cover. "Want to meet us at the temple tonight?"
Clapping a hand on his friend's shoulder, Shou squatted down next to him. "Sorry, but I'm meeting up with some high school friends in an hour or two... We might end up somewhere out of town."
The other man smirked and continued browsing through the store's collection.
"Right... Well you can leave now, drop your stuff off, and still make it on time to meet your friends, I don't mind."
Smiling, Shou got back up on his feet, bags in hand.
"Well I'm glad we're in agreement."
"Nice doing business with you."
"Wear that shirt."
Chuckling softly under his breath, Tora went back to his movies and their vaious actors and actresses.
"And don't forget to give Pon his take out," Shou waved.
Another exasperated sigh. "Yes, mother."
---
"So that's it right?"
Surveying the spotless kitchen and set table, Hiroto nodded.
"You're not going home for New Year's either?"
"Nope," Aki grinned, "but I'll be there the next day. Tonight me, Kenzo and Lyu are going to make it to the temple early, for sure!"
Laughing and picking at his jeans awkwardly, Hiroto stuffed his hands in his pockets, shuffled his feet and took a deep breath.
"Um... Well there is one more thing... I want t-to ask." Twisting his toes into the carpet, he refused to meet Aki's eyes.
"H-have you um... Have you ever... I mean you said you would..." Scrunching his face up into an embarrassed frown, he reached for the small shopping bag he'd brought out when they got home.
"I just wanted to know..."
---
Tora really didn't know what time it was until even the back alley 'adult' video stores were closing its doors on him. Then the temple bells were sounding and he really knew it was late.
"Aw fuck," he hissed into the night air. Fishing for his phone he quickly punched in Hiroto's number and waited. Fucking addictive movies and their fucking stores full of fucking everything. Swearing again when all he got was the other's voicemail, he hung up and hurried to the nearest subway.
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"Um... well thanks... for your input."
Laughing heartily at Hiroto's discomfort, Aki pulled him into a big hug, planting a wet kiss on his forehead before pulling back.
"I missed you too, Pon."
Smiling, Hiroto hugged back just as hard. It'd been so long since they'd hung out, he really did miss this.
But now, hours later, Hiroto was still waiting for Tora to get home. The TV was on and he'd long since popped open the bottle of wine, poured himself a glass or four, five, maybe six, and gotten comfy on the couch. He had planned on meeting Tora a bit more naked at the door, but... the other never showed.
Shifting uncomfortably on all the cushions, Hiroto grinned at his cup, dipping a finger experimentally into the crimson wine and giggling. It was cold. Why was he waiting on the couch anyways? Sighing, he simply snuggled deeper into his nest of pillows and blankets, watching blurry objects flit across the screen, letting his eyes droop closed...
---
Bursting into his flat, Tora found the lights dimmed, candlesticks on his dining table burnt dangerously low and dripping wax and the TV was on in the living room. Everything smelled like food. Dropping his keys and shopping bags near the door, he kicked off his shoes as something on the couch stirred.
Blowing out the candles, Tora hurried over to find Hiroto buried amongst all the cushions and blankets in the house.
"Hey, hey Pon." Hiroto woke up as the television was switched off. Frowning, he bat the other's hand away and made to stand on unsteady feet. "Wait, wait, where are you going?"
"I-I made food... I waited." He tried to fight off Tora's reaching hands, get around the older man and to his bed.
"Hiroto, H-Hiroto," Tora dodged left and right, fumbling for the other's wrists as Hiroto struggled to get away. "I was at the video store. I forgot the time, forgot to call. Hiroto."
He pulled the smaller man into his arms, bending to look up into downturned eyes. "It was really stupid of me. I'm an idiot. I should have called, it was really stupid of me." Tora buried a kiss in the other's hair, stilling his movements. "I'm sorry.
Don't hate me."
He pressed a kiss to Hiroto's temple.
"I'm sorry, I should have known."
Hiroto shook his head.
"Please, can you forgive me?"
Tora's kisses littered his cheeks, seared his skin and slid down his neck, small spike tickling as it went. Groaning, Hiroto lifted his arms and pulled closer.
"I love you."
Nodding eagerly, the younger urged him on, tugging at Tora's clothes and sighing when they finally made it to the bedroom.
---
Moments later Hiroto found himself scrambling for words in his intoxicated mind, naked and patting the other's chest much to Tora's amusement. "Aki helped me," he grinned abruptly in a sly, slurred voice.
"Aki helped you what?" Tora smiled humoursly, tracing his fingers up twitching warm thighs.
Grin spreading even wider, Hiroto reached behind him, toying with something that came out with a pop and moan before handing it to Tora. The older man could only groan and watch wide-eyed as in one move Hiroto took hold of him and engulfed his length in tight, ready heat.
"Fuck," he hissed, clutching the smooth butt plug in his hand. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Tora's hips bucked into the welcoming warmth, body and mind burning with pure want at the sight and feel. Where the fuck did Pon get a butt plug?
Giving the older man a self-satisfied smirk, Hiroto let his head loll back, clutching at Tora's shoulders and rocking his hips.
---
"Christ Pon, how many drinks did you have?!" Licking his lips, Tora sat back on his haunches and grabbed the other's face, forcing Hiroto to look at him between warm palms.
Ten minutes and one blowjob later, Hiroto still wasn't hard.
"I think it broke!" Hiroto giggled, peals of laughter filling the bedroom at Tora's expression.
Rolling his eyes, there was nothing to do but pull the smaller man under the covers and turn off the light.
"Well I suppose I can wait for tomorrow... since you waited all day for m-me."
Tora released and involuntary groan. Wet heat met the tip of his arousal and, like it or not, his body needed release.
"Hiroto don't..." Needy fingers tugged at his skin and Tora just couldn't find the will to care anymore.
---
Small cracks of dawn began to leak through the cloudy sky as a pair of eyes shot open in the dark. Twisting so he could crawl on top of a warm bare body, Hiroto ran a hand through Tora's hair and poked at the other man's earlobes.
"Tora?" he whispered. "I think I'm ready now."
A/N:
DEAR LORD WHY?! Whiskey dick = fail new year |D and no this isn't a sequel to Christmas lol... Sorry it failed so much, I wanted to just post before New Year's. If I get any better ideas I'll come back and fix this =_= Happy new year's.... :D
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Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 030 Misery in the Dusk (Ayabie)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: fluff, smut
Comments: A happy New Year's fic with a seasonal title to boot:)
New Year's
Steam choked the small shower cell and painted the mirrors a wispy grey as Tora finally sauntered out the bathroom door; he was infinitely glad they had spent the night at his apartment. Basking in the temperate chill of wet skin and moving air, he quickly dug in a drawer and pulled some clothes out.
It wasn't so much that he was adverse to the idea of spending the night, or even several nights, at Hiroto's flat. It was just that whenever they wound up there... Tora could barely bring himself to get out of bed in the mornings, much less shower and change. Some might consider it a good thing, but he was always late.
Stretching contentedly, he wandered down the hall and out into the kitchen to discover a note stuck to marble countertop.
Going out shopping with Aki, I'll be back in time to go to the temple if you're up for it??? Call me if you need anything!!!!!!!
Tora snorted at the large stars scrawled in last minute at the end of the note and pulled out a clean bowl and cereal. He had the sneaking suspicion he should've woken up earlier and gone out shopping too. This winter was sure to be deathly cold (not unlike all the winters before it) and the more clothes he had to cover himself, the better. But oh well, he got to sleep in and tomorrow there was no way Hiroto would be missing the sunrise so a least he'd slept prepared.
Nodding to no one in particular, Tora uncapped some milk and dowsed his breakfast.
---
"So you should buy sexy lingerie, right?"
Rolling his eyes, Hiroto shoved his basket of groceries into Aki's chest and continued walking down the aisle.
"It's just a dinner, dinner and a movie that's all. Get your mind out of the gutter."
"Uh huh," Aki nodded skeptically. "And that's why you've got candlesticks in your basket."
A pause. "You know I stopped hanging out with you for a reason," Hiroto pouted, tugging his basket away from prying eyes.
"Hey now! I'm just trying to help out here," Aki cried out wryly. He let go and held his hands up in mock defense. "You're the one who called me first."
Hiroto made a face and eyed him warily. "Well no more jokes about me and Tora, okay?"
"Only when the occasion calls for it," Aki sang, waving a hand in the air as he brushed on by. "Now how do you expect to make pasta with only a can of cat food and candles? I mean I know Tora's a tiger in bed, but I don't think the kitty can survive on just a tin of tuna."
Resisting the gravitational pull between the adjacent shelves and his forehead, Hiroto sighed and trailed after the older man. "What do we need first?"
---
"So if I buy this shirt," Tora held up a myriad of colors and swirling patterns, "you'll really pay for that jacket?"
"Of course!" Shou exclaimed. "Think of it as a late Christmas present, New Year's Eve gift or something."
"More like a bribe," the guitarist muttered, shelling out the cash for the less expensive shirt.
"Think what you must, but you're giving me the receipt." Shou smirked and snatched the small sheet of paper from the other's hands. "And you're going to wear that shirt to practice and be grateful."
Making a noncommittal grunt, but knowing he would indeed wind up wearing it, Tora grabbed his bags and made for the exit.
"Now where should we eat our soba?"
---
Inside Tora's kitchen, Hiroto swirled the softening pasta strands in a pot of boiling water.
"So what are you putting in that?"
"Everything we just bought," Aki replied helpfully, sprinkling seasonings into his pasta sauce.
"Isn't it a little early to be making dinner?"
"Just keep it covered in the oven and you should be fine." Giving his pot one final stir, Aki took it off the stove and over to the oven.
"Besides I thought you wanted to make desert. Cakes take a while to bake."
Hiroto hummed in agreement and stared at his noodles some more.
Cocking an eyebrow at the other's silence, Aki leaned back on the counter. "Unless you had... other desert plans, I can leave."
Flushing a quick pink which had absolutely everything to do with his steaming pot, Hiroto set his wet chopsticks down and crossed his arms. "Yes, we're doing stuff later, okay? Happy?"
Chortling at the cute glare the other was sending him, Aki got out the tin foil.
"I am happy! I really am. Happy for you guys that is." Smiling, he reached over and pinched the smaller man's cheeks. "And even if you needed help with your doing stuff later I'd still be all the way out here giving you a pointer or two and helping you along."
"I'm touched," Hiroto scoffed, ears still a nice shade of mortified. "Now can we please... just finish?"
---
"So we'll only be here five minutes right?"
"Huh?" Tora looked up dazed from the floor. Shou's outline was a vague blur amidst the rows and rows of colorful titles and plastic cases. Very vague.
"Here. We'll only be here five minutes. Right?"
Tora nodded absentmindedly and slid a movie out from its rack. "Do you think this sounds any good?"
Sighing, Shou set his shopping bag on the ground with a little more force than necessary.
"What? We already ate our New Year's soba, there's no need to hurry," Tora mumbled while he read the movie's summary. "Plus these places are usually packed when I come. I'm surprised they're even open acutally, but now I have the whole day to pick out some really good movies."
"Blah, blah, yeah, yeah, I know. I just thought... shouldn't you be doing this with Hiroto instead?"
"He went out shopping with Aki before I woke up." Tora pulled another DVD off its shelf and grinned at the campy cover. "Want to meet us at the temple tonight?"
Clapping a hand on his friend's shoulder, Shou squatted down next to him. "Sorry, but I'm meeting up with some high school friends in an hour or two... We might end up somewhere out of town."
The other man smirked and continued browsing through the store's collection.
"Right... Well you can leave now, drop your stuff off, and still make it on time to meet your friends, I don't mind."
Smiling, Shou got back up on his feet, bags in hand.
"Well I'm glad we're in agreement."
"Nice doing business with you."
"Wear that shirt."
Chuckling softly under his breath, Tora went back to his movies and their vaious actors and actresses.
"And don't forget to give Pon his take out," Shou waved.
Another exasperated sigh. "Yes, mother."
---
"So that's it right?"
Surveying the spotless kitchen and set table, Hiroto nodded.
"You're not going home for New Year's either?"
"Nope," Aki grinned, "but I'll be there the next day. Tonight me, Kenzo and Lyu are going to make it to the temple early, for sure!"
Laughing and picking at his jeans awkwardly, Hiroto stuffed his hands in his pockets, shuffled his feet and took a deep breath.
"Um... Well there is one more thing... I want t-to ask." Twisting his toes into the carpet, he refused to meet Aki's eyes.
"H-have you um... Have you ever... I mean you said you would..." Scrunching his face up into an embarrassed frown, he reached for the small shopping bag he'd brought out when they got home.
"I just wanted to know..."
---
Tora really didn't know what time it was until even the back alley 'adult' video stores were closing its doors on him. Then the temple bells were sounding and he really knew it was late.
"Aw fuck," he hissed into the night air. Fishing for his phone he quickly punched in Hiroto's number and waited. Fucking addictive movies and their fucking stores full of fucking everything. Swearing again when all he got was the other's voicemail, he hung up and hurried to the nearest subway.
---
"Um... well thanks... for your input."
Laughing heartily at Hiroto's discomfort, Aki pulled him into a big hug, planting a wet kiss on his forehead before pulling back.
"I missed you too, Pon."
Smiling, Hiroto hugged back just as hard. It'd been so long since they'd hung out, he really did miss this.
But now, hours later, Hiroto was still waiting for Tora to get home. The TV was on and he'd long since popped open the bottle of wine, poured himself a glass or four, five, maybe six, and gotten comfy on the couch. He had planned on meeting Tora a bit more naked at the door, but... the other never showed.
Shifting uncomfortably on all the cushions, Hiroto grinned at his cup, dipping a finger experimentally into the crimson wine and giggling. It was cold. Why was he waiting on the couch anyways? Sighing, he simply snuggled deeper into his nest of pillows and blankets, watching blurry objects flit across the screen, letting his eyes droop closed...
---
Bursting into his flat, Tora found the lights dimmed, candlesticks on his dining table burnt dangerously low and dripping wax and the TV was on in the living room. Everything smelled like food. Dropping his keys and shopping bags near the door, he kicked off his shoes as something on the couch stirred.
Blowing out the candles, Tora hurried over to find Hiroto buried amongst all the cushions and blankets in the house.
"Hey, hey Pon." Hiroto woke up as the television was switched off. Frowning, he bat the other's hand away and made to stand on unsteady feet. "Wait, wait, where are you going?"
"I-I made food... I waited." He tried to fight off Tora's reaching hands, get around the older man and to his bed.
"Hiroto, H-Hiroto," Tora dodged left and right, fumbling for the other's wrists as Hiroto struggled to get away. "I was at the video store. I forgot the time, forgot to call. Hiroto."
He pulled the smaller man into his arms, bending to look up into downturned eyes. "It was really stupid of me. I'm an idiot. I should have called, it was really stupid of me." Tora buried a kiss in the other's hair, stilling his movements. "I'm sorry.
Don't hate me."
He pressed a kiss to Hiroto's temple.
"I'm sorry, I should have known."
Hiroto shook his head.
"Please, can you forgive me?"
Tora's kisses littered his cheeks, seared his skin and slid down his neck, small spike tickling as it went. Groaning, Hiroto lifted his arms and pulled closer.
"I love you."
Nodding eagerly, the younger urged him on, tugging at Tora's clothes and sighing when they finally made it to the bedroom.
---
Moments later Hiroto found himself scrambling for words in his intoxicated mind, naked and patting the other's chest much to Tora's amusement. "Aki helped me," he grinned abruptly in a sly, slurred voice.
"Aki helped you what?" Tora smiled humoursly, tracing his fingers up twitching warm thighs.
Grin spreading even wider, Hiroto reached behind him, toying with something that came out with a pop and moan before handing it to Tora. The older man could only groan and watch wide-eyed as in one move Hiroto took hold of him and engulfed his length in tight, ready heat.
"Fuck," he hissed, clutching the smooth butt plug in his hand. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Tora's hips bucked into the welcoming warmth, body and mind burning with pure want at the sight and feel. Where the fuck did Pon get a butt plug?
Giving the older man a self-satisfied smirk, Hiroto let his head loll back, clutching at Tora's shoulders and rocking his hips.
---
"Christ Pon, how many drinks did you have?!" Licking his lips, Tora sat back on his haunches and grabbed the other's face, forcing Hiroto to look at him between warm palms.
Ten minutes and one blowjob later, Hiroto still wasn't hard.
"I think it broke!" Hiroto giggled, peals of laughter filling the bedroom at Tora's expression.
Rolling his eyes, there was nothing to do but pull the smaller man under the covers and turn off the light.
"Well I suppose I can wait for tomorrow... since you waited all day for m-me."
Tora released and involuntary groan. Wet heat met the tip of his arousal and, like it or not, his body needed release.
"Hiroto don't..." Needy fingers tugged at his skin and Tora just couldn't find the will to care anymore.
---
Small cracks of dawn began to leak through the cloudy sky as a pair of eyes shot open in the dark. Twisting so he could crawl on top of a warm bare body, Hiroto ran a hand through Tora's hair and poked at the other man's earlobes.
"Tora?" he whispered. "I think I'm ready now."
A/N:
DEAR LORD WHY?! Whiskey dick = fail new year |D and no this isn't a sequel to Christmas lol... Sorry it failed so much, I wanted to just post before New Year's. If I get any better ideas I'll come back and fix this =_= Happy new year's.... :D
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