Random Fic Post ~ Whenever it Rains
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vioni_girl16 I'm working purely out of impulse. There's a warning LOL
Whenever it Rains...
Conflicted, would accurately describe his feelings at the moment.
With the gentle hum from the microwave still buzzing in his ears, he dashes to the corridor closet beside his bedroom and retrieves the fuzziest blanket within and fishes out a large t-shirt from his bedroom drawers that smells fresh out of the laundry. Not even an instant later, he's back in the living room, tending to the shivering, disrobed man clad only in a now damp towel and sitting on his leather sofa.
A wet bundle of clothes lie at the young man's feet until he swiftly pushes them aside and begrudgingly mutters an expression of gratitude as he accepts the item of clothing.
The new towel is draped over the young mans shoulders and a gentle plea causes him to hesitantly remove the damp one with the reddest cheeks one ever saw.
The older man kindly turns his back until he hears the towel hit the floor. Although he looks the part of calm, his heart is pounding and the tips of his fingers itch to clutch a cigarette right now.
The thunder rolled into a war cry outside, the heavy downpour was far from over and had been merciless since the midday. And here he was, teeth chattering and skin cooled by the drastic drop in temperature.
He always wanted to have him here, but not like this. Not when he was at risk of catching cold or worse.
But dear heavens above, he had always longed for a moment like this, he thought with eyes blinded by love - trained on the mess of wet red hair that belonged to this man.
"What were you thinking?" seeing his hazel brown eyes rise to meet his with that spark of fire in them said it all. "Nevermind, I'm just happy you're safe."
He sat beside him and took a deep breath. Earlier had been the easiest part. Being awakened in the middle of the night, 3 am to be exact by not the shrill sound of the door bell but instead, pounding on the door like law enforcement.
He had reached for his firearm in the drawer beside his bed and cautiously went to respond. Imagine his surprise upon seeing him, soaked and matted head to toe. Needless to say, he didn't hesitate to throw open the door and catch him as he fell into his arms, wetting up his t-shirt and sweatpants in the process.
He held him for so long and they didn't say a word. However, the initial shock and desperate longing soon came to an abrupt halt once a fit of coughs parted them, and thus stirred him into action.
Now here they are, on the couch and all he could think about was wrapping his arms around him again and willing his body warm enough to save him.
"Uh..." he speaks again, finally. "My teapot broke last week so I'm using the microwave. I hope that's ok?"
The young man huffs before saying hoarsely, "I... Ahem, need to shower. Where's your bathroom?" He sounds so weak, it breaks his heart.
Without replying, he scoops him into his arms and carries him there, willing himself blind to his criminally exposed, beautiful body.
----
"I just made hot cocoa instead." he says kindly once he returns, dry and a glow coming back to skin. He smells of his soaps and that makes him feel tingly. "I know how important tea is from the pot for you."
Clad only in that large shirt, he looks very lovely. It makes the red of his hair and pouty lips stand out more in comparison. "Thanks." relief fills him. He sounds better.
He takes the cup of hot chocolate and sits at the kitchen table, across from him. "How ya feel?"
He shrugs, "I dunno... I'm sleepy though."
"Mitsunari."
"Hm?"
"You should have called me. I would have come for you."
"My phone died."
Silence follows as both try and find words. The thunder cracks again, this time, taking the power with it. One of them curses but luckily one light remains, a small one in the kitchen, battery powered.
"Sakon, you promised."
"I know." he says, rising from the table and offering him a hand. "We're together now. I'm sorry you had to go through so much to be here. I'll return the favor."
"Where's your room?"
He says nothing, only swoops him up again and carefully navigates through his dark abode. Once there, they both hit the mattress and are quickly overtaken by the need for sleep.
As Mitsunari snuggled into Sakon's warm chest, his sniffles quickly stopped and Sakon wrapped him snuggly into a loving embrace.
A tender kiss on the lips. Because he promised.
Whenever it Rains...
Conflicted, would accurately describe his feelings at the moment.
With the gentle hum from the microwave still buzzing in his ears, he dashes to the corridor closet beside his bedroom and retrieves the fuzziest blanket within and fishes out a large t-shirt from his bedroom drawers that smells fresh out of the laundry. Not even an instant later, he's back in the living room, tending to the shivering, disrobed man clad only in a now damp towel and sitting on his leather sofa.
A wet bundle of clothes lie at the young man's feet until he swiftly pushes them aside and begrudgingly mutters an expression of gratitude as he accepts the item of clothing.
The new towel is draped over the young mans shoulders and a gentle plea causes him to hesitantly remove the damp one with the reddest cheeks one ever saw.
The older man kindly turns his back until he hears the towel hit the floor. Although he looks the part of calm, his heart is pounding and the tips of his fingers itch to clutch a cigarette right now.
The thunder rolled into a war cry outside, the heavy downpour was far from over and had been merciless since the midday. And here he was, teeth chattering and skin cooled by the drastic drop in temperature.
He always wanted to have him here, but not like this. Not when he was at risk of catching cold or worse.
But dear heavens above, he had always longed for a moment like this, he thought with eyes blinded by love - trained on the mess of wet red hair that belonged to this man.
"What were you thinking?" seeing his hazel brown eyes rise to meet his with that spark of fire in them said it all. "Nevermind, I'm just happy you're safe."
He sat beside him and took a deep breath. Earlier had been the easiest part. Being awakened in the middle of the night, 3 am to be exact by not the shrill sound of the door bell but instead, pounding on the door like law enforcement.
He had reached for his firearm in the drawer beside his bed and cautiously went to respond. Imagine his surprise upon seeing him, soaked and matted head to toe. Needless to say, he didn't hesitate to throw open the door and catch him as he fell into his arms, wetting up his t-shirt and sweatpants in the process.
He held him for so long and they didn't say a word. However, the initial shock and desperate longing soon came to an abrupt halt once a fit of coughs parted them, and thus stirred him into action.
Now here they are, on the couch and all he could think about was wrapping his arms around him again and willing his body warm enough to save him.
"Uh..." he speaks again, finally. "My teapot broke last week so I'm using the microwave. I hope that's ok?"
The young man huffs before saying hoarsely, "I... Ahem, need to shower. Where's your bathroom?" He sounds so weak, it breaks his heart.
Without replying, he scoops him into his arms and carries him there, willing himself blind to his criminally exposed, beautiful body.
----
"I just made hot cocoa instead." he says kindly once he returns, dry and a glow coming back to skin. He smells of his soaps and that makes him feel tingly. "I know how important tea is from the pot for you."
Clad only in that large shirt, he looks very lovely. It makes the red of his hair and pouty lips stand out more in comparison. "Thanks." relief fills him. He sounds better.
He takes the cup of hot chocolate and sits at the kitchen table, across from him. "How ya feel?"
He shrugs, "I dunno... I'm sleepy though."
"Mitsunari."
"Hm?"
"You should have called me. I would have come for you."
"My phone died."
Silence follows as both try and find words. The thunder cracks again, this time, taking the power with it. One of them curses but luckily one light remains, a small one in the kitchen, battery powered.
"Sakon, you promised."
"I know." he says, rising from the table and offering him a hand. "We're together now. I'm sorry you had to go through so much to be here. I'll return the favor."
"Where's your room?"
He says nothing, only swoops him up again and carefully navigates through his dark abode. Once there, they both hit the mattress and are quickly overtaken by the need for sleep.
As Mitsunari snuggled into Sakon's warm chest, his sniffles quickly stopped and Sakon wrapped him snuggly into a loving embrace.
A tender kiss on the lips. Because he promised.
