#26 Theme 04: Bold and delicious - Ayumi Hamasaki; Tora/Hiroto
Title: Overcoming Shy
Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 004 Bold and Delicious (Ayumi Hamasaki)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: fluff?, crack?
Comments: There’s a lot to deal with when you’re living together.
Overcoming Shy
Tora had finally figured it out.
It wasn't that Hiroto was one of those people - the usually large, oftentimes elderly folk who occupied the four walled stalls and made small noises as they went. No, it was just that Hiroto somehow still got embarrassed around Tora.
When they got dressed in the mornings and even after sex, he would politely turn and offer Tora some privacy as flies zipped and shirts buttoned, while his own fingers dressed beneath the covers. Waking up after sex was just as awkward.
Hiroto would find himself naked, sprawled and wrapped around Tora's front, and attempt to sneak off, to at least put something on in mortified silence while the other's calm breathing still filled the air. Tora beat him to that as often as he could though, grabbing hold of bony wrists and flipping them so Hiroto was forced to deal with the bare brush of bodies, the intimate warmth between them. But even the crushing heat above him didn't stop Hiroto's ears from turning red, scrambling away when Tora finally got up. Nor was Tora always able to beat the other's early morning head starts.
Even holding hands, or simply talking to him that extra inch too close, Hiroto would start stutter-stumbling over his words, tugging infuriatingly on his upper lip and playing with his nose. Shaking his head, Tora couldn't keep the lopsided grin from spreading across his face. It was cute and incredibly adorable even though it got a bit distracting sometimes.
From their bedroom doorway he listened as a guitar strummed quietly to itself, soft lyrics slipping in between simple chords.
Hiroto was singing.
In the bathroom.
At first Tora had written it off as another one of the younger man's oddities, maybe even a perk - music that refused to stop and required constant unfurling; a penchant for collecting glittery, sparkly things; the split-second surprised look that morphed into complete pleasure when he shuddered release. Tora kept away during those times, afraid he might ruin Hiroto's creative train of thought if he got too close; though he was often tempted to barge in, guitar in hand and mini amp strapped to his back.
So what it was rude? He'd never actually done it anyways.
And thus, it wasn't until one fateful afternoon Tora made his discovery.
He needed to pee. Bad. That much was clear.
Their small flat was home to only one bathroom with a toilet, the other one a large tub, and Tora needed to go. Turning the volume up on the television, he walked quickly down the hall during a commercial break, hoping the ads would last long enough for him to pee, maybe even flush.
To his surprise the bathroom was already occupied, light filtering out from beneath a tiny crack under the doorway.
"Hiroto?"
He knocked on the door and waited, beer jingle not loud enough to drown out the abrupt end of Hiroto's song-making. He played in the bathroom? Funny Tora was only just figuring that out.
"I'm busy."
The guitar continued strumming on the other side, though Hiroto had stopped singing.
"I know, but I've got to go."
Tora bit his lip and tried to will away the pressing urges of his bladder.
Silence.
He jiggled the doorknob for good measure.
"Coming."
The toilet flushed out of nowhere before the door opened and Hiroto peeked out, wide eyes trained on everything but Tora. He exited guitar first, blushing discreetly and running off to lock himself in their bedroom.
Giving the closed door a look, Tora got right down to business.
Emptying himself in the toilet he sighed. Next to actual release, there wasn't anything quite as satisfying as peeing on a heavy bladder. And pee he did.
It smelled distinctly like bathroom Tora noted, not unlike the public restrooms and very much like a certain someone had gone number two. Grinning to himself, Tora finished and flushed. He would have gone on to tease Hiroto about it if his show wasn't about to start. That and Hiroto already got terrifically embarrassed about everything as it was.
He really needed to get over that. Sighing, Tora plopped back onto the couch, tongue playing absentmindedly with his piercing. They lived together for Christ's sake and for him that translated into the qualmless confrontation of foreign bodies and all their foreign bodily functions.
Tora knew for a fact that after he'd consumed one too many teriyaki burgers he got a little gassy and Hiroto didn't seem to mind much when he let that out, which may or may not have anything to do with the fact that Tora's body always found a way to curl itself around Hiroto's backside. Nevertheless, Tora didn't mind it when Hiroto abruptly went all hot gassy in his lap - so long as it wasn't too often. But the way Hiroto acted, it was as if he'd kicked someone's elderly granny in the mouth.
And so that was why Tora now stood in their bedroom doorway, only a couple feet to the left of the hallway bathroom wherein resided their only toilet. He was waiting, for what he didn't know, but he was waiting.
Eventually Hiroto's productive time in the loo ended and the door cracked open.
"What are you doing?!" he squeaked when it became apparent Tora had been and still was on the other side.
"Waiting," Tora smirked, pushing off the doorframe and making his way towards the bathroom.
"Oh..." Hiroto's cheeks were once again a shining pink, his eyes downcast. "You should have said something... I would have gotten out faster."
Face softening, Tora leaned down to capture nervous lips in a playful kiss.
"I can wait," he whispered gently.
Hiroto rubbed at his elbow awkwardly, bumping his guitar into the wall.
"We all have to poo sometime," Tora remarked offhandedly, nose rubbing idly up Hiroto's neck. "I don't want you to be embarrassed for my sake." He pulled back with an impish grin.
"After all, I can't be the only thing passing through those sweet cheeks now can I?"
He chortled at the scandalized look on Hiroto's face, giving the younger's ass a quick smack before he clambered by, closing the bathroom door and proceeding to take the longest, largest, loudest dump he could muster.
Just outside, Hiroto couldn't help but smile at the half open door. Not that the smell was anything to smile about, but still, the gesture was sweet and meant a lot more than he wanted to admit.
A/N:
LOL. Randomly I am posting up fics as if there were no tomorrow.
This might mean I'll finish the half written ones O_O DO YOU WANT THOSE??
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Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 004 Bold and Delicious (Ayumi Hamasaki)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: fluff?, crack?
Comments: There’s a lot to deal with when you’re living together.
Overcoming Shy
Tora had finally figured it out.
It wasn't that Hiroto was one of those people - the usually large, oftentimes elderly folk who occupied the four walled stalls and made small noises as they went. No, it was just that Hiroto somehow still got embarrassed around Tora.
When they got dressed in the mornings and even after sex, he would politely turn and offer Tora some privacy as flies zipped and shirts buttoned, while his own fingers dressed beneath the covers. Waking up after sex was just as awkward.
Hiroto would find himself naked, sprawled and wrapped around Tora's front, and attempt to sneak off, to at least put something on in mortified silence while the other's calm breathing still filled the air. Tora beat him to that as often as he could though, grabbing hold of bony wrists and flipping them so Hiroto was forced to deal with the bare brush of bodies, the intimate warmth between them. But even the crushing heat above him didn't stop Hiroto's ears from turning red, scrambling away when Tora finally got up. Nor was Tora always able to beat the other's early morning head starts.
Even holding hands, or simply talking to him that extra inch too close, Hiroto would start stutter-stumbling over his words, tugging infuriatingly on his upper lip and playing with his nose. Shaking his head, Tora couldn't keep the lopsided grin from spreading across his face. It was cute and incredibly adorable even though it got a bit distracting sometimes.
From their bedroom doorway he listened as a guitar strummed quietly to itself, soft lyrics slipping in between simple chords.
Hiroto was singing.
In the bathroom.
At first Tora had written it off as another one of the younger man's oddities, maybe even a perk - music that refused to stop and required constant unfurling; a penchant for collecting glittery, sparkly things; the split-second surprised look that morphed into complete pleasure when he shuddered release. Tora kept away during those times, afraid he might ruin Hiroto's creative train of thought if he got too close; though he was often tempted to barge in, guitar in hand and mini amp strapped to his back.
So what it was rude? He'd never actually done it anyways.
And thus, it wasn't until one fateful afternoon Tora made his discovery.
He needed to pee. Bad. That much was clear.
Their small flat was home to only one bathroom with a toilet, the other one a large tub, and Tora needed to go. Turning the volume up on the television, he walked quickly down the hall during a commercial break, hoping the ads would last long enough for him to pee, maybe even flush.
To his surprise the bathroom was already occupied, light filtering out from beneath a tiny crack under the doorway.
"Hiroto?"
He knocked on the door and waited, beer jingle not loud enough to drown out the abrupt end of Hiroto's song-making. He played in the bathroom? Funny Tora was only just figuring that out.
"I'm busy."
The guitar continued strumming on the other side, though Hiroto had stopped singing.
"I know, but I've got to go."
Tora bit his lip and tried to will away the pressing urges of his bladder.
Silence.
He jiggled the doorknob for good measure.
"Coming."
The toilet flushed out of nowhere before the door opened and Hiroto peeked out, wide eyes trained on everything but Tora. He exited guitar first, blushing discreetly and running off to lock himself in their bedroom.
Giving the closed door a look, Tora got right down to business.
Emptying himself in the toilet he sighed. Next to actual release, there wasn't anything quite as satisfying as peeing on a heavy bladder. And pee he did.
It smelled distinctly like bathroom Tora noted, not unlike the public restrooms and very much like a certain someone had gone number two. Grinning to himself, Tora finished and flushed. He would have gone on to tease Hiroto about it if his show wasn't about to start. That and Hiroto already got terrifically embarrassed about everything as it was.
He really needed to get over that. Sighing, Tora plopped back onto the couch, tongue playing absentmindedly with his piercing. They lived together for Christ's sake and for him that translated into the qualmless confrontation of foreign bodies and all their foreign bodily functions.
Tora knew for a fact that after he'd consumed one too many teriyaki burgers he got a little gassy and Hiroto didn't seem to mind much when he let that out, which may or may not have anything to do with the fact that Tora's body always found a way to curl itself around Hiroto's backside. Nevertheless, Tora didn't mind it when Hiroto abruptly went all hot gassy in his lap - so long as it wasn't too often. But the way Hiroto acted, it was as if he'd kicked someone's elderly granny in the mouth.
And so that was why Tora now stood in their bedroom doorway, only a couple feet to the left of the hallway bathroom wherein resided their only toilet. He was waiting, for what he didn't know, but he was waiting.
Eventually Hiroto's productive time in the loo ended and the door cracked open.
"What are you doing?!" he squeaked when it became apparent Tora had been and still was on the other side.
"Waiting," Tora smirked, pushing off the doorframe and making his way towards the bathroom.
"Oh..." Hiroto's cheeks were once again a shining pink, his eyes downcast. "You should have said something... I would have gotten out faster."
Face softening, Tora leaned down to capture nervous lips in a playful kiss.
"I can wait," he whispered gently.
Hiroto rubbed at his elbow awkwardly, bumping his guitar into the wall.
"We all have to poo sometime," Tora remarked offhandedly, nose rubbing idly up Hiroto's neck. "I don't want you to be embarrassed for my sake." He pulled back with an impish grin.
"After all, I can't be the only thing passing through those sweet cheeks now can I?"
He chortled at the scandalized look on Hiroto's face, giving the younger's ass a quick smack before he clambered by, closing the bathroom door and proceeding to take the longest, largest, loudest dump he could muster.
Just outside, Hiroto couldn't help but smile at the half open door. Not that the smell was anything to smile about, but still, the gesture was sweet and meant a lot more than he wanted to admit.
A/N:
LOL. Randomly I am posting up fics as if there were no tomorrow.
This might mean I'll finish the half written ones O_O DO YOU WANT THOSE??
Comments prz♥
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