conversations
Title: Conversations
Pairing: Shige x Sho
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1100+
Notes: Something short and simple. Because I can.
Summary: Sho starts some conversations.
Conversations
“You aren’t going to be the next me.”
It’s only the two of them in the lounge and probably not the best place to have a conversation, but seeing Shige sit there with textbook in front of him and frustrated look etched onto his face is enough for Sho to be pulled towards him. Though really, Sho wonders if that’s just a poor excuse to talk to the kid that’s been intriguing him since the day people started calling him the next Sakurai. The next Sakurai, what does that even mean? To Sho, it sounds more like an insult than a compliment, if anything.
Either way, Shige’s wince is not the reaction Sho had been expecting and it makes him more nervous than he already is. And he is, of course, very nervous, because Shige does that to Sho for some inexplicable reason.
Or maybe it is explicable. It’s in the strut of Shige’s proud walk, the smile that graces his face at stupid comments, the pain that mars Shige’s visage as he overextends a muscle, and Sho could continue but that would be even more embarrassment than Sho really needs (as if he could use any more). Basically it’s everything. And Sho knows that it’s girly and stupid and he doesn’t even know Shige very well, but the crush still stands, despite his very best efforts to quell such inane feelings.
“Um, gee, thanks?” Shige shakes his head and buries his nose in his textbook.
Sho replays his words in his head and realizes that it probably sounds worse than he had intended. Sho is very good at being misinterpreted; it’s a natural skill he has, along with looking like an idiot. Which, he realizes belatedly, is probably what he’s doing right at that moment. As usual.
Still, he perseveres. With sore luck like his, that’s all he can ever do. Persevere, try, do his best.
“No,” he says firmly, and Shige looks a little surprised. “I mean-I mean you’re not going to be the next me, because…you’re not.”
Shige just looks at him, “Right.”
Sho nearly gurgles and tries again. “You’re not going to be…I think you’re going to be better than me,” Sho manages. Shige stares. “I-I think you have potential.”
After a moment’s silence, Shige’s face splits into a grin and Sho remembers to breathe. “So…”
“Sakurai-kun,” Shige interrupts, beam searing his face, “Thank you.”
At that moment, Sho wishes he could tell Shige what he really thinks, about the flutter of Shige’s lashes, the adept manner in which Shige crafts his words, the way looking at Shige makes Sho want to explode and implode at the same time. But for now, Sho supposes this will have to do.
“Kissing you would be a really bad idea, right?”
Sho grimaces as Shige nearly jumps at the question and coughs on his drink. Sho’s grip is tight on his glass, face taut with embarrassment, eyes trained at the buttons of Shige’s pullover. Three. He has three shiny golden buttons at the collar of the shirt. They are brass and pretty and Sho is desperately trying to look at anything but Shige. However, that’s easier said than done. Shige is the prettiest thing in the room, and Sho likes pretty things. And Shige, if he were quite honest.
Though that would take Sho more than a couple of vodka shots to admit.
Shige attempts to breathe, “I’m sorry, what?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Sho mumbles into his shot glass.
Shige doesn’t let it go, “Why would you want to kiss me?” He leans in a little too close for Sho’s comfort and sanity, and Sho’s inside churn like butter.
“Because you’re awesome,” Sho admits softly. He doesn’t really have another reason, doesn’t know why he wants to either, just that he does.
Shige pauses for a long while before he flashes Sho a lopsided, amused grin. “That’s good enough for me.”
“I’m awkward,” Sho blurts out one day as Shige’s fingers play on the buttons of Sho’s jeans.
Shige groans and rolls his eyes, “I know, and I don’t care. Shut up.”
That is great advice, Sho thinks to himself hazily, but then Shige palms him hard and all brain processes fly out the window.
“I think-Our love is an intellectual one,” Sho acknowledges, as Shige sits bright eyed and chapped-lipped beside him. Shige’s legs are splayed, body loose and head laying languorously against the back of his seat. He looks at ease, at home, Sho thinks, and the full feeling that expands in his chest makes him giddy.
Sho realizes belatedly that that comment is as close to confessing as he is ever going to get.
Shige turns on the TV and the news channel interrupts the calmness of the room with loud monotone sounds. “Is it really?” Shige asks amusedly. His fingers play on the remote, and Sho struggles to keep his hands to himself. But then Sho takes Shige’s fingers in his anyway. Sho likes the feeling of holding Shige’s hands, of keeping them against his and reminding himself that he even can, that Shige will let him. Shige’s bright smile only encourages Sho and he wraps his fingers tighter around Shige’s.
“Sure it is,” Sho nods, and Shige shifts a little closer. “I mean, what else would it be?”
Shige shrugs, “I don’t know, but don’t you think that sounds so-so boring?”
“What. We’re boring because we talk about politics instead of how awesome our sex lives are?” Sho flushes as he says this but Shige just laughs. Shige has always been more comfortable with talking about sex, with being vocal about what the two of them share, and sometimes Sho wonders who really is the older, more mature one between the two.
Shige bats playful eyes at Sho and momentarily, he gets distracted. With Shige around, distraction is almost always inevitable. “That’s true,” Shige muses with a grin, “I guess we don’t really need to talk about what we already know.” Shige leers and Sho’s flush deepens.
Later, Sho breathes in the sweat in the line of Shige’s neck and Shige’s head careens against the headboard.
“Still boring?” Sho asks, as his mouth grazes Shige’s face, neck, chest. Lip against skin, skin against lip. Sho drinks in the groans that reverberate though Shige’s body and it tastes like a mixture of sweet and bitter, something that is infinitely Shige and Shige alone.
Shige doesn’t answer at first, angling Sho’s mouth against his and breathing against it hard.
But later, as they lie supine and spent, Shige lets out a breath and smiles like sunshine, “I love you too.”
Sho thinks that even though he oftentimes fails, at least this time, he got falling in love right.
AN: I apologize for the sort of but not really plot. And yes, this is really all my brain can do right now.
Um…here’s to the new school semester? aka alsdkfmalsdkf D:
Pairing: Shige x Sho
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1100+
Notes: Something short and simple. Because I can.
Summary: Sho starts some conversations.
Conversations
“You aren’t going to be the next me.”
It’s only the two of them in the lounge and probably not the best place to have a conversation, but seeing Shige sit there with textbook in front of him and frustrated look etched onto his face is enough for Sho to be pulled towards him. Though really, Sho wonders if that’s just a poor excuse to talk to the kid that’s been intriguing him since the day people started calling him the next Sakurai. The next Sakurai, what does that even mean? To Sho, it sounds more like an insult than a compliment, if anything.
Either way, Shige’s wince is not the reaction Sho had been expecting and it makes him more nervous than he already is. And he is, of course, very nervous, because Shige does that to Sho for some inexplicable reason.
Or maybe it is explicable. It’s in the strut of Shige’s proud walk, the smile that graces his face at stupid comments, the pain that mars Shige’s visage as he overextends a muscle, and Sho could continue but that would be even more embarrassment than Sho really needs (as if he could use any more). Basically it’s everything. And Sho knows that it’s girly and stupid and he doesn’t even know Shige very well, but the crush still stands, despite his very best efforts to quell such inane feelings.
“Um, gee, thanks?” Shige shakes his head and buries his nose in his textbook.
Sho replays his words in his head and realizes that it probably sounds worse than he had intended. Sho is very good at being misinterpreted; it’s a natural skill he has, along with looking like an idiot. Which, he realizes belatedly, is probably what he’s doing right at that moment. As usual.
Still, he perseveres. With sore luck like his, that’s all he can ever do. Persevere, try, do his best.
“No,” he says firmly, and Shige looks a little surprised. “I mean-I mean you’re not going to be the next me, because…you’re not.”
Shige just looks at him, “Right.”
Sho nearly gurgles and tries again. “You’re not going to be…I think you’re going to be better than me,” Sho manages. Shige stares. “I-I think you have potential.”
After a moment’s silence, Shige’s face splits into a grin and Sho remembers to breathe. “So…”
“Sakurai-kun,” Shige interrupts, beam searing his face, “Thank you.”
At that moment, Sho wishes he could tell Shige what he really thinks, about the flutter of Shige’s lashes, the adept manner in which Shige crafts his words, the way looking at Shige makes Sho want to explode and implode at the same time. But for now, Sho supposes this will have to do.
“Kissing you would be a really bad idea, right?”
Sho grimaces as Shige nearly jumps at the question and coughs on his drink. Sho’s grip is tight on his glass, face taut with embarrassment, eyes trained at the buttons of Shige’s pullover. Three. He has three shiny golden buttons at the collar of the shirt. They are brass and pretty and Sho is desperately trying to look at anything but Shige. However, that’s easier said than done. Shige is the prettiest thing in the room, and Sho likes pretty things. And Shige, if he were quite honest.
Though that would take Sho more than a couple of vodka shots to admit.
Shige attempts to breathe, “I’m sorry, what?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Sho mumbles into his shot glass.
Shige doesn’t let it go, “Why would you want to kiss me?” He leans in a little too close for Sho’s comfort and sanity, and Sho’s inside churn like butter.
“Because you’re awesome,” Sho admits softly. He doesn’t really have another reason, doesn’t know why he wants to either, just that he does.
Shige pauses for a long while before he flashes Sho a lopsided, amused grin. “That’s good enough for me.”
“I’m awkward,” Sho blurts out one day as Shige’s fingers play on the buttons of Sho’s jeans.
Shige groans and rolls his eyes, “I know, and I don’t care. Shut up.”
That is great advice, Sho thinks to himself hazily, but then Shige palms him hard and all brain processes fly out the window.
“I think-Our love is an intellectual one,” Sho acknowledges, as Shige sits bright eyed and chapped-lipped beside him. Shige’s legs are splayed, body loose and head laying languorously against the back of his seat. He looks at ease, at home, Sho thinks, and the full feeling that expands in his chest makes him giddy.
Sho realizes belatedly that that comment is as close to confessing as he is ever going to get.
Shige turns on the TV and the news channel interrupts the calmness of the room with loud monotone sounds. “Is it really?” Shige asks amusedly. His fingers play on the remote, and Sho struggles to keep his hands to himself. But then Sho takes Shige’s fingers in his anyway. Sho likes the feeling of holding Shige’s hands, of keeping them against his and reminding himself that he even can, that Shige will let him. Shige’s bright smile only encourages Sho and he wraps his fingers tighter around Shige’s.
“Sure it is,” Sho nods, and Shige shifts a little closer. “I mean, what else would it be?”
Shige shrugs, “I don’t know, but don’t you think that sounds so-so boring?”
“What. We’re boring because we talk about politics instead of how awesome our sex lives are?” Sho flushes as he says this but Shige just laughs. Shige has always been more comfortable with talking about sex, with being vocal about what the two of them share, and sometimes Sho wonders who really is the older, more mature one between the two.
Shige bats playful eyes at Sho and momentarily, he gets distracted. With Shige around, distraction is almost always inevitable. “That’s true,” Shige muses with a grin, “I guess we don’t really need to talk about what we already know.” Shige leers and Sho’s flush deepens.
Later, Sho breathes in the sweat in the line of Shige’s neck and Shige’s head careens against the headboard.
“Still boring?” Sho asks, as his mouth grazes Shige’s face, neck, chest. Lip against skin, skin against lip. Sho drinks in the groans that reverberate though Shige’s body and it tastes like a mixture of sweet and bitter, something that is infinitely Shige and Shige alone.
Shige doesn’t answer at first, angling Sho’s mouth against his and breathing against it hard.
But later, as they lie supine and spent, Shige lets out a breath and smiles like sunshine, “I love you too.”
Sho thinks that even though he oftentimes fails, at least this time, he got falling in love right.
AN: I apologize for the sort of but not really plot. And yes, this is really all my brain can do right now.
Um…here’s to the new school semester? aka alsdkfmalsdkf D: