[fic] Sanada x Nozawa - Diagonally parked in a Parallel Universe - [1/1]
Title: Diagonally parked in a Parallel Universe
Author: BG
Pairing: Hashimoto Ryosuke + [Sanada Yuma x Nozawa Yuki]
Ratings: PG+
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
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It had been an ordinary day. He had missed the train that morning and as a result had been late for everything since. It wasn’t really anything new or was it even note worthy but it was the prelude to the events that changed his life.
It was that day that he forgot his wallet. He had made it all the way to the station before he discovered it and was dreading the long walk back to the studios. He waved good bye to the rest of the boys and turned on his heel to trudge back to retrieve his wallet. He could picture it in his mind’s eye, right were he left it - on top of his locker.
The day he pushed open the locker room door long after even practice had been completed opened his eyes in more ways then one. For starters, he didn’t even know it was possible to bend like that.
He stood in the doorway, completely frozen in shock and watched golden skin meld with milky cream - a sight that was far more attractive then Hasshi though it ought to be. He witnessed open mouthed kisses given and received with barely concealed enthusiasm. He watched fingers slide across sweat slicked skin and he stayed long enough for the shock to wear off and a vivid blush to rise on his cheeks.
He was at a loss. How was he going to get his wallet? He couldn’t possibly walk in again - to announce his presence, he would die from all the blood rushing to his head if he was assaulted with that scene again and they would probably die of embarrassment and he didn’t want that either.
He spotted Fukka at the end of the hall and shot off like a rocket, calling to his friend; his voice coy as he asked for enough change to pay for his fare home. He would come early tomorrow and collect his wallet.
He shivered in the cool evening air, drawing his coat closer as he once again made the trek to the station. It intrigued him, their sin. A fierce stirring settled deep in his belly, rising to lick at his soul every time he closed his eyes and remembered.
When he had time to think without his face burning he realized that he really shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was. The signs were all there, he had just chosen not to see them for what they really were.
Their passion had been so unbridled. And although unbidden and unwanted the image of their entwined limbs and the crush of lust against desire crept up on him; their passion - it opened its jaws and howled and Hasshi was helpless against the wave that raced down his spine.
He shivered, his face once again burning. His hands trembled, and he shoved them in his pocket. Would he ever be able to look at them again without a blush marring his cheeks and his mouth going dry? Would he ever be able to look at them and not remember what he had seen when they thought they had been alone?
A harmless nudge to the shoulder made him jolt from his reverie. He glanced to the side and all his words got caught in his throat as his tongue got stuck to the roof of his mouth. His friend tilted his head in question, one eyebrow rising to disappear under his bangs. Hasshi couldn’t say anything - could feel his skin burning, could feel his face aflame.
“Sanada!”
Hasshi breathed a little easier and watched him walk away. He saw the briefest caress of milky cream against his friend golden skin and it made him bite his lip.
They chance such a caress in a room full of juniors and Hasshi already knew what it was they did when they were alone. How they must ache for each other, desire each other.
Hasshi wandered if it was love.
He watched the tender smile that appeared on Nozawa’s lips, marveled at how it softened his entire appearance. It didn’t matter that Nozawa was already as cute as a button, that smile - it that was for Sanada alone. It was bestowed with such gentleness, such longing.
It had to be love.
xXx
A/N: Um…I don’t really know. I discovered a half thought out fic in one of my notebooks. It was written out in longhand and I failed at deciphering my own handwriting and so….this has parts of it in it and the rest I wrote just now.
I think it was originally going to be a Fukka x Hasshi fic…..but you can see how well that worked out.
Author: BG
Pairing: Hashimoto Ryosuke + [Sanada Yuma x Nozawa Yuki]
Ratings: PG+
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
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It had been an ordinary day. He had missed the train that morning and as a result had been late for everything since. It wasn’t really anything new or was it even note worthy but it was the prelude to the events that changed his life.
It was that day that he forgot his wallet. He had made it all the way to the station before he discovered it and was dreading the long walk back to the studios. He waved good bye to the rest of the boys and turned on his heel to trudge back to retrieve his wallet. He could picture it in his mind’s eye, right were he left it - on top of his locker.
The day he pushed open the locker room door long after even practice had been completed opened his eyes in more ways then one. For starters, he didn’t even know it was possible to bend like that.
He stood in the doorway, completely frozen in shock and watched golden skin meld with milky cream - a sight that was far more attractive then Hasshi though it ought to be. He witnessed open mouthed kisses given and received with barely concealed enthusiasm. He watched fingers slide across sweat slicked skin and he stayed long enough for the shock to wear off and a vivid blush to rise on his cheeks.
He was at a loss. How was he going to get his wallet? He couldn’t possibly walk in again - to announce his presence, he would die from all the blood rushing to his head if he was assaulted with that scene again and they would probably die of embarrassment and he didn’t want that either.
He spotted Fukka at the end of the hall and shot off like a rocket, calling to his friend; his voice coy as he asked for enough change to pay for his fare home. He would come early tomorrow and collect his wallet.
He shivered in the cool evening air, drawing his coat closer as he once again made the trek to the station. It intrigued him, their sin. A fierce stirring settled deep in his belly, rising to lick at his soul every time he closed his eyes and remembered.
When he had time to think without his face burning he realized that he really shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was. The signs were all there, he had just chosen not to see them for what they really were.
Their passion had been so unbridled. And although unbidden and unwanted the image of their entwined limbs and the crush of lust against desire crept up on him; their passion - it opened its jaws and howled and Hasshi was helpless against the wave that raced down his spine.
He shivered, his face once again burning. His hands trembled, and he shoved them in his pocket. Would he ever be able to look at them again without a blush marring his cheeks and his mouth going dry? Would he ever be able to look at them and not remember what he had seen when they thought they had been alone?
A harmless nudge to the shoulder made him jolt from his reverie. He glanced to the side and all his words got caught in his throat as his tongue got stuck to the roof of his mouth. His friend tilted his head in question, one eyebrow rising to disappear under his bangs. Hasshi couldn’t say anything - could feel his skin burning, could feel his face aflame.
“Sanada!”
Hasshi breathed a little easier and watched him walk away. He saw the briefest caress of milky cream against his friend golden skin and it made him bite his lip.
They chance such a caress in a room full of juniors and Hasshi already knew what it was they did when they were alone. How they must ache for each other, desire each other.
Hasshi wandered if it was love.
He watched the tender smile that appeared on Nozawa’s lips, marveled at how it softened his entire appearance. It didn’t matter that Nozawa was already as cute as a button, that smile - it that was for Sanada alone. It was bestowed with such gentleness, such longing.
It had to be love.
xXx
A/N: Um…I don’t really know. I discovered a half thought out fic in one of my notebooks. It was written out in longhand and I failed at deciphering my own handwriting and so….this has parts of it in it and the rest I wrote just now.
I think it was originally going to be a Fukka x Hasshi fic…..but you can see how well that worked out.