30_flowers: Wakka x Tidus [theme 40]
Title: Facing the Ugly
Author: never_chan
Fandom: Final Fantasy 10
Pairing: Wakka/Tidus
Theme: #40 Cactus :: Endurance 30_flowers
Rating: T (Teen)
Disclaimer: I don't own Final fantasy or any of the characters.
Warning: yaoi (boyxboy love)
Cross-posted: wakkaxtidus
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The phone rings, he doesn't pick it up.
Afraid it might be him, wanting to know why you abruptly took off.
It still rings; the noise amplified in the darkness of the hotel room. Sitting alone on the bed, his head craddled in tainted hands, trying to block out everything.
What seems like forever, when really it’s only twelve. before the phone finally stops; instead the answering machine blinks mockingly.
Should he pick up? Or Should he not? It’s tempting, but fear drives him more than curiosity. He's not ready to face him, not yet anyways. It’s times like these that Tidus wishes he could crawl into a hole to hide from the world.
Nothing but the gleaming wooden floors stare back, His still reflection glazed by the varnish finish. Why couldn’t all things be like that?
Still. Slow. Frozen.
So what if he was running? He was scared, (and he had every reason to be) his legs literally shook whenever they kissed, and his body trembled with each touch - that couldn’t be normal, could it? (Could this be love?)
This relationship of theirs had only after all started a few weeks ago, and by the way things progressed Tidus was sure that Wakka would have him pinned down to the mattress, rocking their bodies one against the other in a matter of a few more days.
He shuddered at the thought; the pure adrenaline rushing through his body as the dreams that usually only haunted his sleep over took him. One where he and Wakka are locked in a rather intimate embrace, pushed against the wall, tongues battling for dominance - as if they were out in the blitzball dome. While his own fingers betray him and savagely ravish the red head’s hair, impatiently Wakka’s own hands move lower.
Down there.
Shaking his head free of such thoughts (or at least trying too, they still floated around pleading to be played out), Tidus can feel his face heating up.
Things between them moved too fast, too quick, too speedy.
At this rate, he was afraid that they would finally do it. And then it would be over.
As Auron would quip in, (if only he knew) “every story has an end”
But Tidus didn’t want this to end; he didn’t want to be just another fuck.
Moaning in agony over what usually should be such a simple problem the blonde collapsed, emotionally drained, burying his face in the softness of the pillow.
The phone rings again, and remains untouched.
(Fin)
29 more to go! woot :P
Author: never_chan
Fandom: Final Fantasy 10
Pairing: Wakka/Tidus
Theme: #40 Cactus :: Endurance 30_flowers
Rating: T (Teen)
Disclaimer: I don't own Final fantasy or any of the characters.
Warning: yaoi (boyxboy love)
Cross-posted: wakkaxtidus
(Check out the rest of the challenges here)
The phone rings, he doesn't pick it up.
Afraid it might be him, wanting to know why you abruptly took off.
It still rings; the noise amplified in the darkness of the hotel room. Sitting alone on the bed, his head craddled in tainted hands, trying to block out everything.
What seems like forever, when really it’s only twelve. before the phone finally stops; instead the answering machine blinks mockingly.
Should he pick up? Or Should he not? It’s tempting, but fear drives him more than curiosity. He's not ready to face him, not yet anyways. It’s times like these that Tidus wishes he could crawl into a hole to hide from the world.
Nothing but the gleaming wooden floors stare back, His still reflection glazed by the varnish finish. Why couldn’t all things be like that?
Still. Slow. Frozen.
So what if he was running? He was scared, (and he had every reason to be) his legs literally shook whenever they kissed, and his body trembled with each touch - that couldn’t be normal, could it? (Could this be love?)
This relationship of theirs had only after all started a few weeks ago, and by the way things progressed Tidus was sure that Wakka would have him pinned down to the mattress, rocking their bodies one against the other in a matter of a few more days.
He shuddered at the thought; the pure adrenaline rushing through his body as the dreams that usually only haunted his sleep over took him. One where he and Wakka are locked in a rather intimate embrace, pushed against the wall, tongues battling for dominance - as if they were out in the blitzball dome. While his own fingers betray him and savagely ravish the red head’s hair, impatiently Wakka’s own hands move lower.
Down there.
Shaking his head free of such thoughts (or at least trying too, they still floated around pleading to be played out), Tidus can feel his face heating up.
Things between them moved too fast, too quick, too speedy.
At this rate, he was afraid that they would finally do it. And then it would be over.
As Auron would quip in, (if only he knew) “every story has an end”
But Tidus didn’t want this to end; he didn’t want to be just another fuck.
Moaning in agony over what usually should be such a simple problem the blonde collapsed, emotionally drained, burying his face in the softness of the pillow.
The phone rings again, and remains untouched.
(Fin)
29 more to go! woot :P