[fic] J/Inoran - Luna Sea - Past the Breakers
Title: Past the Breakers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Shockingly little swearing, some offscreen drug use and whatnot.
Notes: Each section was written in a separate timed challenge for last_pleasure - 30 min, 60 min, 10 min respectively. Mimei said she wanted AAAAAANGST!! and bandfic, and threw a song at me - Understanding in a Car Crash, by Thursday. The header bits are from it. Also responsible in part is Santa Monica, by Everclear. Yeah yeah. It happens in St.M, the song pops into mind, what can you do? There was little editing and even less sobriety involved, I fail at AAAAAANGST!!, but here is fic anyway.
~*~*~*~
Time to let this pass.
"Come out." Sugizo's voice is warm and lazy. "I miss your disapproving face."
J grimaces, looks at his watch on reflex. He shifts the phone from shoulder to hand. "Look, you know how I-"
"Inoran's here." It's a thick purr. Too thick. "He's all holed up in the corner with Hide, but I don't know, they were talking about going over to the Whisky - "
J interrupts him, a trickle of annoyance wrapping the automatic rise in interest. "What is it tonight, Yuu? What's the angle?" Why am I bothering to ask when both he and I know he's got me by the balls just saying "Inoran"?
"We're going to the beach," Sugizo announces abruptly. "Meet us down there."
Click.
~*~
I can see the headlights coming
The palm trees, the bright lights. Too much, you had too much - "Oh, they left. What, you wanted to go? It's just local night." Yeah I wanted to go, I wanted -
Don't think about that.
Sugizo's voice, sucking in drifts of warm vodka over J's ear. "Looks like it's just the two of us again?" J looks past him at the bonfire, the small group of punks and hangers-on.
It's not just the two of them... but it isn't not, in any way that counts to Sugizo, he knows. The difference, their sliding scales of what is and is not done...
It's surreal to stand here and shiver beneath a palm tree wearing a wifebeater and Ryuichi's jacket and half of Sugizo's lipstick. Ryuichi had watched the beautiful, on-fire Sugi like a resentful hawk while pretending to hardly know his name; Sugizo had watched J - and if he meant to be unobserved then he was far less sneaky than he ever dreamed himself. While Ino--
Close night, warm salt taste under his lips as he slides them up a strong neck. Grinding on Sugizo's leg, feeling the uncertain tempo of breath fanning on skin.
"Do you want me?" The rasp resonates deep from his chest, aching heart, ice-lanced sinuses.
Sugizo takes it as sex-talk. Of course. "Yeah, I want you. I want to - "
A quick swallow and a hushing.
The body in front of him falls away. He is pressed against, breath taken away, shoved into the palm by - something else. Too drunk - too high - what the fuck did you - Sugi - Ribs creak and his back gives way to the ridges wrapping its trunk.
What the fuck?
Tighter.
"Hey - Su - " He gasps for breath, tries to cough it in. Wheezes. "Yuu. What - "
Shining. Liquid black. No eyes, no scent, no taste - dull rushes up from his toes, fingers shoulders
"What - "
~*~
I'm trying so hard to look away from you.
Smothered, motionless, he lies in the corner of a dark room. A blanket which may or may not be the source of the smell of mothballs covers him.
"I thought you didn't do that sort of thing." It lashes at his heart, razor-tipped with the acid in Inoran's tone.
He takes in a breath, tries to form the simple "no" that's all he knows Inoran needs to give him time, to stop, to wait--
Crashing onward, blind. All of them, blind. Broken. Too much damage done -
He can't speak.
Inoran stands, takes a step. Close beside him, so close, warmth of a rounded leg that J longs to touch because it is Inoran hovering near his head.
It passes onward. He stares into the dark wall until the orange and pink of sunset have faded and there's nothing but liquid black around.
~*~*~*~
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Shockingly little swearing, some offscreen drug use and whatnot.
Notes: Each section was written in a separate timed challenge for last_pleasure - 30 min, 60 min, 10 min respectively. Mimei said she wanted AAAAAANGST!! and bandfic, and threw a song at me - Understanding in a Car Crash, by Thursday. The header bits are from it. Also responsible in part is Santa Monica, by Everclear. Yeah yeah. It happens in St.M, the song pops into mind, what can you do? There was little editing and even less sobriety involved, I fail at AAAAAANGST!!, but here is fic anyway.
~*~*~*~
Time to let this pass.
"Come out." Sugizo's voice is warm and lazy. "I miss your disapproving face."
J grimaces, looks at his watch on reflex. He shifts the phone from shoulder to hand. "Look, you know how I-"
"Inoran's here." It's a thick purr. Too thick. "He's all holed up in the corner with Hide, but I don't know, they were talking about going over to the Whisky - "
J interrupts him, a trickle of annoyance wrapping the automatic rise in interest. "What is it tonight, Yuu? What's the angle?" Why am I bothering to ask when both he and I know he's got me by the balls just saying "Inoran"?
"We're going to the beach," Sugizo announces abruptly. "Meet us down there."
Click.
~*~
I can see the headlights coming
The palm trees, the bright lights. Too much, you had too much - "Oh, they left. What, you wanted to go? It's just local night." Yeah I wanted to go, I wanted -
Don't think about that.
Sugizo's voice, sucking in drifts of warm vodka over J's ear. "Looks like it's just the two of us again?" J looks past him at the bonfire, the small group of punks and hangers-on.
It's not just the two of them... but it isn't not, in any way that counts to Sugizo, he knows. The difference, their sliding scales of what is and is not done...
It's surreal to stand here and shiver beneath a palm tree wearing a wifebeater and Ryuichi's jacket and half of Sugizo's lipstick. Ryuichi had watched the beautiful, on-fire Sugi like a resentful hawk while pretending to hardly know his name; Sugizo had watched J - and if he meant to be unobserved then he was far less sneaky than he ever dreamed himself. While Ino--
Close night, warm salt taste under his lips as he slides them up a strong neck. Grinding on Sugizo's leg, feeling the uncertain tempo of breath fanning on skin.
"Do you want me?" The rasp resonates deep from his chest, aching heart, ice-lanced sinuses.
Sugizo takes it as sex-talk. Of course. "Yeah, I want you. I want to - "
A quick swallow and a hushing.
The body in front of him falls away. He is pressed against, breath taken away, shoved into the palm by - something else. Too drunk - too high - what the fuck did you - Sugi - Ribs creak and his back gives way to the ridges wrapping its trunk.
What the fuck?
Tighter.
"Hey - Su - " He gasps for breath, tries to cough it in. Wheezes. "Yuu. What - "
Shining. Liquid black. No eyes, no scent, no taste - dull rushes up from his toes, fingers shoulders
"What - "
~*~
I'm trying so hard to look away from you.
Smothered, motionless, he lies in the corner of a dark room. A blanket which may or may not be the source of the smell of mothballs covers him.
"I thought you didn't do that sort of thing." It lashes at his heart, razor-tipped with the acid in Inoran's tone.
He takes in a breath, tries to form the simple "no" that's all he knows Inoran needs to give him time, to stop, to wait--
Crashing onward, blind. All of them, blind. Broken. Too much damage done -
He can't speak.
Inoran stands, takes a step. Close beside him, so close, warmth of a rounded leg that J longs to touch because it is Inoran hovering near his head.
It passes onward. He stares into the dark wall until the orange and pink of sunset have faded and there's nothing but liquid black around.
~*~*~*~