29. love - nisaki - oneshot
Title: Icing on the Cake
Author: jibunnohana
Theme: 29. Love
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ni~ya x Sakito (Nightmare)
Disclaimer: I think they might shoot me for this one. XD
Comments: Litte scrap set in the future. Semi-AU, I guess.
Sakito trotted up the stairs to his home, a paper grocery bag clutched in each arm and a set of keys dangling from his lips. Much to his dismay, the guitarist had realized upon exiting the store that he was well over an hour late and Niya would be getting impatient, though the possibility of calling the bassist was out of the question…he had forgotten his phone rushing out the door that morning. Again. The fourth time that week, along with twice his keys, twice his guitar, and even once his shoes. It was starting to become a regular habit lately.
Setting down his two bags, Sakito unlocked the door to his and Niya’s spacious, richly furnished apartment, marveling as he did every day at the beauty of the floor to ceiling windows lining the living room to grace their lives with a spectacular view of the cityscape below. Life had been good to the two bandmates-turned-lovers - there was Mercedes in the garage, a sauna in the bathroom, and the only thing they seemed to be lacking was a pony, though they certainly had room for it. The steady rise of Nightmare’s popularity afforded them all with more than a few extra luxuries, and now they were plenty comfortable with what they had. Still, a new album or tour now and then were agreed upon by all five members to be enjoyable and even relaxing these days.
Finding the immediate rooms devoid of impatient bassists, Sakito brought his grocery bags to the kitchen and padded down the hall to find Niya and let him know he was home. “Ni dear, I’m home~ Where are you?” The question was answered for him when he peeked around the corner of their bedroom, expecting to see his lover napping, reading, watching TV, or anything but what he was doing…which appeared to be unsuccessfully trying on a pair of all too familiar leather pants, circa 2006.
“Um…should I ask what this is about?” Sakito continued dubiously, stepping into the room to watch Niya struggle with the button, arms crossed over his thin chest.
“Oh, damn…you’re home,” was the bassist’s reply, giving the button one more valiant effort before giving up to face Sakito sulkily. “I was trying to surprise you, but I seem to have gained about 5 gajillion pounds since I last wore these….”
Stifling a laugh at the other’s plight, Sakito went to sit on the bed, patting Niya on his leather covered bum on the way. “Oh, shush…you are not fat.”
Niya turned to find his jeans and wiggle out of the restrictive leather. “I am,” he replied stubbornly.
“Since when?”
“Probably when I hit forty. Not all of us got hotter in middle age, you know. I bet you still fit into all your damn costumes.” Dressed more comfortably, Niya joined him on the edge of the bed, and fished around in his pocket for a cigarette and lighter. Before he could set fire the cancer stick, Sakito had automatically snatched it out of his mouth, the habit of at least a decade.
“You’re trying to cut back,” the guitarist told him absently.
“Right.” Niya thought it terribly unfair that the pants shouldn’t fit and he couldn’t smoke. To keep his mind off the nicotine craving, he slipped both arms around Sakito’s ever willowy waist, caressing the soft skin through the guitarist’s loose shirt, feeling a bit nostalgic after sorting through his old stage clothes. “You used to love those pants on me.”
Smiling, Sakito turned in his arms to plant a gentle, loving kiss on the tip of his bassist’s nose. “Yes…but the pants were just icing on the cake.”
Author: jibunnohana
Theme: 29. Love
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ni~ya x Sakito (Nightmare)
Disclaimer: I think they might shoot me for this one. XD
Comments: Litte scrap set in the future. Semi-AU, I guess.
Sakito trotted up the stairs to his home, a paper grocery bag clutched in each arm and a set of keys dangling from his lips. Much to his dismay, the guitarist had realized upon exiting the store that he was well over an hour late and Niya would be getting impatient, though the possibility of calling the bassist was out of the question…he had forgotten his phone rushing out the door that morning. Again. The fourth time that week, along with twice his keys, twice his guitar, and even once his shoes. It was starting to become a regular habit lately.
Setting down his two bags, Sakito unlocked the door to his and Niya’s spacious, richly furnished apartment, marveling as he did every day at the beauty of the floor to ceiling windows lining the living room to grace their lives with a spectacular view of the cityscape below. Life had been good to the two bandmates-turned-lovers - there was Mercedes in the garage, a sauna in the bathroom, and the only thing they seemed to be lacking was a pony, though they certainly had room for it. The steady rise of Nightmare’s popularity afforded them all with more than a few extra luxuries, and now they were plenty comfortable with what they had. Still, a new album or tour now and then were agreed upon by all five members to be enjoyable and even relaxing these days.
Finding the immediate rooms devoid of impatient bassists, Sakito brought his grocery bags to the kitchen and padded down the hall to find Niya and let him know he was home. “Ni dear, I’m home~ Where are you?” The question was answered for him when he peeked around the corner of their bedroom, expecting to see his lover napping, reading, watching TV, or anything but what he was doing…which appeared to be unsuccessfully trying on a pair of all too familiar leather pants, circa 2006.
“Um…should I ask what this is about?” Sakito continued dubiously, stepping into the room to watch Niya struggle with the button, arms crossed over his thin chest.
“Oh, damn…you’re home,” was the bassist’s reply, giving the button one more valiant effort before giving up to face Sakito sulkily. “I was trying to surprise you, but I seem to have gained about 5 gajillion pounds since I last wore these….”
Stifling a laugh at the other’s plight, Sakito went to sit on the bed, patting Niya on his leather covered bum on the way. “Oh, shush…you are not fat.”
Niya turned to find his jeans and wiggle out of the restrictive leather. “I am,” he replied stubbornly.
“Since when?”
“Probably when I hit forty. Not all of us got hotter in middle age, you know. I bet you still fit into all your damn costumes.” Dressed more comfortably, Niya joined him on the edge of the bed, and fished around in his pocket for a cigarette and lighter. Before he could set fire the cancer stick, Sakito had automatically snatched it out of his mouth, the habit of at least a decade.
“You’re trying to cut back,” the guitarist told him absently.
“Right.” Niya thought it terribly unfair that the pants shouldn’t fit and he couldn’t smoke. To keep his mind off the nicotine craving, he slipped both arms around Sakito’s ever willowy waist, caressing the soft skin through the guitarist’s loose shirt, feeling a bit nostalgic after sorting through his old stage clothes. “You used to love those pants on me.”
Smiling, Sakito turned in his arms to plant a gentle, loving kiss on the tip of his bassist’s nose. “Yes…but the pants were just icing on the cake.”