FIC: Broken Strings 1/1 Kirito/Kohta
Title: Broken Strings
Author: Anestel
Email: candiedinago@comcast.net
Genre: PIERROT/ANGELO
Pairing: Kirito/Kohta
Rating: PG
Warning(s): incest
Disclaimer: I do not own them. Dur.
Summary: Kiriot and Kohta practice music alone.
Author's Notes: Been a while jrockers hasn't it?
Word Count: 278
"Fuck," Kohta muttered as he broke yet another bass string. That had to be the third one, -just- within the hour that he and Kirito had been practicing alone. He couldn't figure out the reason that his strings kept breaking; he was sure they were not pulled too tight, he'd quadruple-checked the last one. "Maybe I need a break, Aniki," he finally said once he finished replacing the string and looked up at Kirito standing at the mic stand, slouching casually.
"We just started," Kirito answered, rolling his eyes. "You just need to concentrate and stop staring at my ass," he said with a smirk, no matter how many times he said that he earned himself a gaping stare from his younger brother. It never ceased to amuse him in the least, you'd think he was having a heart attack or something the way Kohta acted. He brushed his hair out of the way, sauntering over to Kohta in what seemed like slow motion.
"But I'm gonna run out of strings soon..." Kohta reasoned, glancing away from Kirito as he felt his brother's slender fingers rub over his shoulders. he tensed even more as Kirito's lips pressed to his jaw but soon he was slowly relaxing into the firm but gentle massaging of his older brother's hands. His head tilted to the side when Kirito's lips dipped down more to press against his neck, hands smoothing down the younger's chest. "Aniki, why do we even bother trying to actually practice like this?" Kohta groaned, shuddering at a bite from Kirito to the sensitive tendon of his neck.
"Just because I like to make you break your strings," Kirito smirked.
THE END
Author: Anestel
Email: candiedinago@comcast.net
Genre: PIERROT/ANGELO
Pairing: Kirito/Kohta
Rating: PG
Warning(s): incest
Disclaimer: I do not own them. Dur.
Summary: Kiriot and Kohta practice music alone.
Author's Notes: Been a while jrockers hasn't it?
Word Count: 278
"Fuck," Kohta muttered as he broke yet another bass string. That had to be the third one, -just- within the hour that he and Kirito had been practicing alone. He couldn't figure out the reason that his strings kept breaking; he was sure they were not pulled too tight, he'd quadruple-checked the last one. "Maybe I need a break, Aniki," he finally said once he finished replacing the string and looked up at Kirito standing at the mic stand, slouching casually.
"We just started," Kirito answered, rolling his eyes. "You just need to concentrate and stop staring at my ass," he said with a smirk, no matter how many times he said that he earned himself a gaping stare from his younger brother. It never ceased to amuse him in the least, you'd think he was having a heart attack or something the way Kohta acted. He brushed his hair out of the way, sauntering over to Kohta in what seemed like slow motion.
"But I'm gonna run out of strings soon..." Kohta reasoned, glancing away from Kirito as he felt his brother's slender fingers rub over his shoulders. he tensed even more as Kirito's lips pressed to his jaw but soon he was slowly relaxing into the firm but gentle massaging of his older brother's hands. His head tilted to the side when Kirito's lips dipped down more to press against his neck, hands smoothing down the younger's chest. "Aniki, why do we even bother trying to actually practice like this?" Kohta groaned, shuddering at a bite from Kirito to the sensitive tendon of his neck.
"Just because I like to make you break your strings," Kirito smirked.
THE END