Fic: Wrapped
Title: Wrapped
Author: Dria
Rating: Work safe
Summary: The road to hell... late night reflections from Saito.
Author’s Notes: For crazy_squirtle (better late than never ^_~)
The arms were enfolding and surrounding, wrapped about his chest, keeping him more snug than any blanket. So possessive and comforting that he could forgive without hesitation the way the embrace deprived him of most of the shared pillow. It had been an accident of course, them ending up like this. Not the circumstances leading up to them being together, those had been deliberate and carefully executed, but the way in which, again, they were sharing a bed when he really should be alone.
His bedfellow had been sent off into sleep an hour ago, product of a well earned exhaustion considering that after the round of rehearsals there had been karaoke, dinner and then extra dancing that bore no resemblance to what was asked of them on stage. Last trains had been missed, parents had been dutifully consulted and once again he’d been surprised at just how easily permission had been given for them to stay together considering the massive difference in age.
But then, Ruito’s parents probably had no idea that “staying over at Takumi-san’s” meant a shared bed, a shared pillow and Takumi lying awake an hour after Ruito had drifted off, with the boy’s arms wrapped tightly about his chest and an improbably cold nose pressed against his collar bone.
He wouldn’t have changed it for anything.
The day had been long but no more so than any other until the addition of dancing, something Takumi could never refuse Ruito when they both got so much out of it, had kept them out too late, breaking his intention of getting Ruito home at a decent hour.
The road to hell... thought Takumi, mouth pulling up a little at the corners, eyes half closed and mind fully aware that he was being lulled into a half sleep at the very least by the warmth of Ruito’s body pressed close against his. It was so easy to let go around Ruito, so easy to relax, to feel comfortable regardless of where they were or what they were doing. No one else had quite the same effect on him; past lovers hadn’t possessed the same unbridled enthusiastic energy and yet been such a calming, grounding influence. Yes there was definitely something unique about Aoyagi Ruito and the chaotic, wonderful, entirely unintentional effect he’d had on one blissfully confused Saito Takumi.
There had been any number of good intentions once. After all he’d never intended to get himself romantically attached to any of his musical co-stars, never intended to be drawn unwittingly to the youngest of them all and once he’d realised that he was in a mess over that precise problem, he’d intended to get himself out. The smile tugged again at his mouth as Ruito shifted a little, happily unconscious and blissfully unaware that he’d wound himself round his bedfellow yet again.
That was something else that had been unintentional. They’d started off shoulder to shoulder, Takumi on his back with one hand shoved under the single pillow and the other resting calmly on his belly. Ruito had flung himself down beside him, talking and laughing and yawning all at the same time, fidgeting with the blanket for a moment or two before settling himself on his side so that he could watch Takumi squirm as Ruito’s fingers had deliberately poked and prodded his side, trying to find the ticklish points he’d been tracing blind in the bathroom earlier. The game hadn’t lasted long, Takumi had had to laugh, had to shift because there was no way he couldn’t be ticklish when Ruito was teasing him like that. He’d moved as best he could under the shared blanket, rolling onto his side and trapping Ruito’s hands in his own, reprimanding his companion with a kiss that had tasted of toothpaste and was followed up with a wide, uncovered yawn.
‘Now look what you’ve done,’ Ruito had muttered, trying to grin rather than yawn again as he’d wormed his hands free and rolled away.
Takumi hadn’t protested at being presented with the boy’s back, he’d simply straightened the blanket as much as he could without moving and laid a gentle hand on Ruito’s hip. The small bedroom was warm even without another body sharing his bed and though Ruito’s chances to stay over had been few, there had still been enough to establish some kind of pattern and Takumi had recognised the half thought about sign that Ruito really wanted to go to sleep more than anything else and couldn’t if he was too hot. The hand, that one light touch under the blanket was the consolation and the reminder, it bridged the gap of inches between his chest and Ruito’s back and held them close even if they weren’t pressed together.
Of course it never lasted.
Ruito was a restless sleeper, something he denied vehemently when he was awake to the point where Takumi now no longer bothered to point it out, and as sleep stole closer and the air chilled he sought out the warmth that bothered him so much when he was simply tired. It never took long and maybe, Takumi mused as he lay there with his arms full and his mind calm, maybe that was why he never fell asleep until it did on these rare occasions when he was able to share his bed with Ruito.
Whatever the cause or explanation, within half an hour of falling asleep Ruito began to wriggle, shifting bit by bit until he was facing Takumi, until he was stretched out next to him, hands sneaking closer to find the warm body his sleeping mind could sense but couldn’t see. Naturally Takumi allowed it, encouraged it, shifted his own body so that Ruito’s arms could twist around him just as he ran his own hands down that bare, smooth back. Naturally he felt himself relax that extra degree once it had happened, letting out a sigh he hadn’t even been aware he’d been holding back and feeling it turn into a yawn he couldn’t cover because both his hands were so warm and snug against Ruito.
So this was the point his good intentions had brought him to, this point so close to sleep when everything seemed so incredibly straight forward and natural, a sleeping Ruito in his arms and a breakfast for two and lots of bad jokes about morning breath to look forward to.
Another shift that was more like a wriggle and Takumi felt the arms wrapped round him tighten for a moment, squeezing him briefly before a voice, thick and muffled and very, very quiet, said, ‘Enough thinking already, go to sleep Takumi.’
Not quite right, he corrected himself, an almost sleeping Ruito.
End
Cross-posted to tenimyu_slash and Strawberry Wine - the Tenimyu fic archive
Author: Dria
Rating: Work safe
Summary: The road to hell... late night reflections from Saito.
Author’s Notes: For crazy_squirtle (better late than never ^_~)
The arms were enfolding and surrounding, wrapped about his chest, keeping him more snug than any blanket. So possessive and comforting that he could forgive without hesitation the way the embrace deprived him of most of the shared pillow. It had been an accident of course, them ending up like this. Not the circumstances leading up to them being together, those had been deliberate and carefully executed, but the way in which, again, they were sharing a bed when he really should be alone.
His bedfellow had been sent off into sleep an hour ago, product of a well earned exhaustion considering that after the round of rehearsals there had been karaoke, dinner and then extra dancing that bore no resemblance to what was asked of them on stage. Last trains had been missed, parents had been dutifully consulted and once again he’d been surprised at just how easily permission had been given for them to stay together considering the massive difference in age.
But then, Ruito’s parents probably had no idea that “staying over at Takumi-san’s” meant a shared bed, a shared pillow and Takumi lying awake an hour after Ruito had drifted off, with the boy’s arms wrapped tightly about his chest and an improbably cold nose pressed against his collar bone.
He wouldn’t have changed it for anything.
The day had been long but no more so than any other until the addition of dancing, something Takumi could never refuse Ruito when they both got so much out of it, had kept them out too late, breaking his intention of getting Ruito home at a decent hour.
The road to hell... thought Takumi, mouth pulling up a little at the corners, eyes half closed and mind fully aware that he was being lulled into a half sleep at the very least by the warmth of Ruito’s body pressed close against his. It was so easy to let go around Ruito, so easy to relax, to feel comfortable regardless of where they were or what they were doing. No one else had quite the same effect on him; past lovers hadn’t possessed the same unbridled enthusiastic energy and yet been such a calming, grounding influence. Yes there was definitely something unique about Aoyagi Ruito and the chaotic, wonderful, entirely unintentional effect he’d had on one blissfully confused Saito Takumi.
There had been any number of good intentions once. After all he’d never intended to get himself romantically attached to any of his musical co-stars, never intended to be drawn unwittingly to the youngest of them all and once he’d realised that he was in a mess over that precise problem, he’d intended to get himself out. The smile tugged again at his mouth as Ruito shifted a little, happily unconscious and blissfully unaware that he’d wound himself round his bedfellow yet again.
That was something else that had been unintentional. They’d started off shoulder to shoulder, Takumi on his back with one hand shoved under the single pillow and the other resting calmly on his belly. Ruito had flung himself down beside him, talking and laughing and yawning all at the same time, fidgeting with the blanket for a moment or two before settling himself on his side so that he could watch Takumi squirm as Ruito’s fingers had deliberately poked and prodded his side, trying to find the ticklish points he’d been tracing blind in the bathroom earlier. The game hadn’t lasted long, Takumi had had to laugh, had to shift because there was no way he couldn’t be ticklish when Ruito was teasing him like that. He’d moved as best he could under the shared blanket, rolling onto his side and trapping Ruito’s hands in his own, reprimanding his companion with a kiss that had tasted of toothpaste and was followed up with a wide, uncovered yawn.
‘Now look what you’ve done,’ Ruito had muttered, trying to grin rather than yawn again as he’d wormed his hands free and rolled away.
Takumi hadn’t protested at being presented with the boy’s back, he’d simply straightened the blanket as much as he could without moving and laid a gentle hand on Ruito’s hip. The small bedroom was warm even without another body sharing his bed and though Ruito’s chances to stay over had been few, there had still been enough to establish some kind of pattern and Takumi had recognised the half thought about sign that Ruito really wanted to go to sleep more than anything else and couldn’t if he was too hot. The hand, that one light touch under the blanket was the consolation and the reminder, it bridged the gap of inches between his chest and Ruito’s back and held them close even if they weren’t pressed together.
Of course it never lasted.
Ruito was a restless sleeper, something he denied vehemently when he was awake to the point where Takumi now no longer bothered to point it out, and as sleep stole closer and the air chilled he sought out the warmth that bothered him so much when he was simply tired. It never took long and maybe, Takumi mused as he lay there with his arms full and his mind calm, maybe that was why he never fell asleep until it did on these rare occasions when he was able to share his bed with Ruito.
Whatever the cause or explanation, within half an hour of falling asleep Ruito began to wriggle, shifting bit by bit until he was facing Takumi, until he was stretched out next to him, hands sneaking closer to find the warm body his sleeping mind could sense but couldn’t see. Naturally Takumi allowed it, encouraged it, shifted his own body so that Ruito’s arms could twist around him just as he ran his own hands down that bare, smooth back. Naturally he felt himself relax that extra degree once it had happened, letting out a sigh he hadn’t even been aware he’d been holding back and feeling it turn into a yawn he couldn’t cover because both his hands were so warm and snug against Ruito.
So this was the point his good intentions had brought him to, this point so close to sleep when everything seemed so incredibly straight forward and natural, a sleeping Ruito in his arms and a breakfast for two and lots of bad jokes about morning breath to look forward to.
Another shift that was more like a wriggle and Takumi felt the arms wrapped round him tighten for a moment, squeezing him briefly before a voice, thick and muffled and very, very quiet, said, ‘Enough thinking already, go to sleep Takumi.’
Not quite right, he corrected himself, an almost sleeping Ruito.
End
Cross-posted to tenimyu_slash and Strawberry Wine - the Tenimyu fic archive