What You Want [Beat/Neku, PG-13]
Title: What You Want
Pairing: Beat/Neku
Written For: admantius_art
Rating: PG-13
Type: mmmm.
"...I wouldn't know what to do," Neku admitted, wrapping his arms around his knees and drawing them closer to his chest. "Before the Reaper's Game, I didn't even know how to handle having a friend. I thought it was useless."
Beat chuckled, kicking his legs out a bit. They were seated on top of the wall mural in Udagawa; Neku's favorite hangout spot. "Man, it ain't rocket science. It's jus' like H-man always says. Do what you want."
Neku still looked dubious, though the mention of Mr. Hanekoma always made him feel less selfconscious. "But isn't a relationship about... I dunno... giving up some of that?"
"Well, it's like anything else, yo. Do things because you want to - cuz you love someone, yeah?"
He'd never thought about it like that. Even when he did things that were selfless, it was still what he wanted to do - because he cared about them. He cared about his friends; he wouldn't've gotten this far if he didn't choose his actions based on that. But... 'relationship'... love... it had all sorts of connotations to it, ones that Neku couldn't bring himself to understand. "...I... guess."
"So... it doesn't matter."
"Hm?" Neku couldn't remember what they'd really been talking about, after his internal monologuing.
Beat's hand came to rest on the small of Neku's back, and the breath quickened in his throat as it occured to him how close they were. "It doesn't matter," Beat said again, and his voice was low, kind of husky. Kind of more than attractive. "Just do what you want, Neku. It don't have to be any more than that."
Neku grabbed the front of Beat's shirt and yanked him forward. Their lips met with a kind of passion he could always feel, rising under the surface, and it felt good to just let all of his worries go, and lose himself in the moment - in this moment, the warm pavement under his butt, sun on his back, warm dry skin pressed up against him, the softness of Beat's lips compared to the roughness of his hands - hands.
Hands had slid under Neku's shirt, and his first reaction was to tense up, everywhere. He wasn't used to being touched, and he wasn't used to the knowledge that being touched was okay - this was Beat, Beat, yeah, he told himself. His back arched and a soft sound left his lips, before he clenched his teeth closed and tightened his grip.
"I-"
"Hshhh." Beat purred against his lips, and strong hands pulled them even closer together. "What I gotta do, to prove I ain't gonna hurt you?"
"It's not that," Neku whispered, surprised to realize that his breath was coming short. "It's..."
"It's...?"
"...This wall isn't exactly..." And now a smirk curled, barely visible over Neku's collar. "...Comfortable."
Beat smirked back in an answering frequency. "I think we can fix that."
Pairing: Beat/Neku
Written For: admantius_art
Rating: PG-13
Type: mmmm.
"...I wouldn't know what to do," Neku admitted, wrapping his arms around his knees and drawing them closer to his chest. "Before the Reaper's Game, I didn't even know how to handle having a friend. I thought it was useless."
Beat chuckled, kicking his legs out a bit. They were seated on top of the wall mural in Udagawa; Neku's favorite hangout spot. "Man, it ain't rocket science. It's jus' like H-man always says. Do what you want."
Neku still looked dubious, though the mention of Mr. Hanekoma always made him feel less selfconscious. "But isn't a relationship about... I dunno... giving up some of that?"
"Well, it's like anything else, yo. Do things because you want to - cuz you love someone, yeah?"
He'd never thought about it like that. Even when he did things that were selfless, it was still what he wanted to do - because he cared about them. He cared about his friends; he wouldn't've gotten this far if he didn't choose his actions based on that. But... 'relationship'... love... it had all sorts of connotations to it, ones that Neku couldn't bring himself to understand. "...I... guess."
"So... it doesn't matter."
"Hm?" Neku couldn't remember what they'd really been talking about, after his internal monologuing.
Beat's hand came to rest on the small of Neku's back, and the breath quickened in his throat as it occured to him how close they were. "It doesn't matter," Beat said again, and his voice was low, kind of husky. Kind of more than attractive. "Just do what you want, Neku. It don't have to be any more than that."
Neku grabbed the front of Beat's shirt and yanked him forward. Their lips met with a kind of passion he could always feel, rising under the surface, and it felt good to just let all of his worries go, and lose himself in the moment - in this moment, the warm pavement under his butt, sun on his back, warm dry skin pressed up against him, the softness of Beat's lips compared to the roughness of his hands - hands.
Hands had slid under Neku's shirt, and his first reaction was to tense up, everywhere. He wasn't used to being touched, and he wasn't used to the knowledge that being touched was okay - this was Beat, Beat, yeah, he told himself. His back arched and a soft sound left his lips, before he clenched his teeth closed and tightened his grip.
"I-"
"Hshhh." Beat purred against his lips, and strong hands pulled them even closer together. "What I gotta do, to prove I ain't gonna hurt you?"
"It's not that," Neku whispered, surprised to realize that his breath was coming short. "It's..."
"It's...?"
"...This wall isn't exactly..." And now a smirk curled, barely visible over Neku's collar. "...Comfortable."
Beat smirked back in an answering frequency. "I think we can fix that."