Hiro/Suguru, # 29, # 48, # 35
Title: Anniversary II
Author: secret_smile19
Pairing: Hiro/Suguru
Theme: # 29, therapy
Rating: PG-ish
Warning: Boys loving boys
Disclaimer: Still do not own *bow down to Murakami-sama!*
Summary: It was the day of their one month anniversary, and instead of being with Hiro, he was in tied to a chair, across from a shrink.
Suguru pulled against the ties binding him to the leather chair and found out he couldn’t get out of them. He glared. “Damnit K. Why are you doing this?”
K just threw him a smile. “It’s because we need to think clear if we want Bad Luck to be a success!”
Suguru grit his teeth, and reminded himself that K could easily kill him so it would be useless to try and kill the man. Even if he wanted to he couldn’t anyway, because of the ropes holding him to the chair. “We’re already a success!”
K didn’t acknowledge the yell. He smiled again, walked out of the office, and then slammed the door.
“K!” Suguru yelled. After a minute’s time, he slumped and the psychiatrist across from him figured it was time to start asking questions.
“So, Suguru-san how is your day?” Minako, the psychiatrist K had decided to send the band members to, asked her voice soft.
Suguru raised his head and gave Minako a cold look. “I was supposed to have a date with my boyfriend today. It’s our one month anniversary.”
Minako placed a hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry.”
Suguru rolled his eyes and was about to say something when the door burst open. Suguru turned; expecting it to be K, but it was Hiro. In one hand, he held a knife, and in the other he held a gun. He stomped forward and K followed him in.
“Give me back my gun!” K yelled.
Hiro spun around, fire flashing within his eyes. “Hell no! This is the one day we get off, so you’re not using it to play shrink!”
He turned back to Suguru and started sawing at the ropes. Suguru smiled, relieved.
K pouted, but seemed to give up, which was strange, so Suguru turned narrowed eyes to the manager. “What?” the blond asked.
Suguru narrowed his eyes even further. He really didn’t trust the man. He continued to stare, and K finally sighed. “He threatened to quit. And he was going to throw my gun off a bridge.” Watery eyes, trembling lower lip.
Suguru turned away, a flat look on his face. K was really too attached to his guns. Large hands pulled him up- the ropes cut away- and started to drag him out of the room. He laced his fingers with Hiro’s and they walked out of the room.
K walked forward and grabbed the gun and knife Hiro had dropped when he had grabbed Suguru. A soft cough grabbed his attention.
Minako stared at him with cold eyes. “I’m still getting paid, right?”
Title: Break
Author: secret_smile19
Pairing: Hiro/Suguru
Theme: # 48, lamp
Rating: PG-13-ish
Warning: Boys loving boys and boys kissing boys
Disclaimer: Still do not own *bow down to Murakami-sama!*
Summary: They were just making out...
They stumbled and Suguru let out a breathy laugh. The laugh was cut off when Hiro licked the shell of his ear and he stifled a moan. Hiro pulled his head up and then covered Suguru’s mouth with his own, angling his head just so to make the kiss deeper.
Their tongues tangled together in mimicry of Suguru’s hands in Hiro’s hair. They bumped into the table and Suguru fell heavily, sitting down for second on said table. The kiss broke, both of them laughing in between their gasping breaths. Suguru stood and Hiro’s mouth was on his again.
They continued moving, slower this time, trying not to hit anything, trying to reach the bedroom. Suguru pulled back slightly, still moving, and nibbled the tiniest bit on Hiro’s lower lip. Those delicious lips curved up in a smile, then-
CRASH!
They froze. And then turned. Being entranced by Hiro’s lips had made Suguru not see where he was going and he had run into a lamp. That lamp lay in shards on the floor now.
“Shit,” Hiro muttered, drawing away a bit from Suguru. His arms where still wrapped around the younger boy’s waist though, and he moved a rather large shard with his toe.
“Was it important?” Suguru asked. He did not want to be the cause of some family heirloom to be broken.
Hiro frowned. “No. But I now I have to get a new lamp.” The tension drained out of Suguru.
He snorted in laughter. “I’ll pay for it.”
Hiro nodded, pulling Suguru close again. “Let’s finish what we started first, okay?” Suguru grinned and leaned up, but was stopped when Hiro scooped him up, now in bridal style. He yelped and threw his arms around Hiro’s neck, then glared. Hiro placed a butterfly kiss on the pouting lips and said, “I don’t want to break anymore lamps.”
With that, he carried the boy off to their bedroom.
Title: Whipped Cream
Author: secret_smile19
Pairing: Hiro/Suguru
Theme: # 35, coffee shop
Rating: PG-ish
Warning: Boys loving boys
Disclaimer: Still do not own *bow down to Murakami-sama!*
Summary: Suguru needed his coffee in the morning.
“Pull over,” Suguru muttered into Hiro’s back. Hiro threw a glance over his shoulder and then pulled the motorcycle over. It was the first day Suguru had finally allowed Hiro to take Suguru to work. And on his motorbike, no less.
Hiro raised an eyebrow as Suguru threw a leg over the motorcycle and got off, pulling his helmet off too. He started walking down the sidewalk, grumbling to himself. Hiro hurried after him, but didn’t say anything. He had learned the hard way that Suguru was not a morning person despite how he acted at work.
They entered a small coffee shop and Suguru went to the counter, raising a hand to cover his yawn. The young girl- her name tag read Hikari- smiled and then leaned on the counter. “The usual, Suguru-kun?” she asked.
Suguru gave her a sleepy, yet dark look. She giggled behind her hand and walked away. Suguru then turned to Hiro. “Want anything?” Hiro shook his head and then turned to Suguru.
“You come here often?”
Suguru was quiet for a second before he replied. “Every morning.”
Hikari came back and then slid a large cup filled with…something that had a large mound of whipped cream and caramel on it. Suguru grabbed it, inhaled the smell like a crack junkie, and then placed some money on the counter. Hikari took it, put it in the till, and then said, “See ya tomorrow Suguru!”
Suguru merely waved a hand, already sipping at his drink, and walked out of the shop. Hiro followed. “This is the only way you get all the way up in the morning, right?” he asked, recalling how Suguru would make coffee on the days he stayed over at the guitarist’s place and then down several cups of it, before acting normal.
Suguru nodded and then turned to Hiro. “Only way to deal with the insanity at NG.” Hiro nodded but then chuckled.
There was a spot of whipped cream on Suguru face and he said so. Suguru lifted up a hand and attempted to wipe it off, but missed.
“No, down.”
Suguru missed again, and Hiro could see annoyance creeping into the sleep-laden eyes.
“Here.” Hiro reached forward and brushed away the whipped cream. He let his hand linger and then drew his thumb down so it was caressing the edge of Suguru’s jaw.
Suguru leaned into the touch, eyes shutting, but Hiro pulled away, laughing. “You are not falling asleep out here!” he said. He remembered how many times something like that would happen- without the coffee- and then Suguru would fall asleep on him.
Suguru glared at him but then started off towards the motorcycle, still sipping his coffee.
Author: secret_smile19
Pairing: Hiro/Suguru
Theme: # 29, therapy
Rating: PG-ish
Warning: Boys loving boys
Disclaimer: Still do not own *bow down to Murakami-sama!*
Summary: It was the day of their one month anniversary, and instead of being with Hiro, he was in tied to a chair, across from a shrink.
Suguru pulled against the ties binding him to the leather chair and found out he couldn’t get out of them. He glared. “Damnit K. Why are you doing this?”
K just threw him a smile. “It’s because we need to think clear if we want Bad Luck to be a success!”
Suguru grit his teeth, and reminded himself that K could easily kill him so it would be useless to try and kill the man. Even if he wanted to he couldn’t anyway, because of the ropes holding him to the chair. “We’re already a success!”
K didn’t acknowledge the yell. He smiled again, walked out of the office, and then slammed the door.
“K!” Suguru yelled. After a minute’s time, he slumped and the psychiatrist across from him figured it was time to start asking questions.
“So, Suguru-san how is your day?” Minako, the psychiatrist K had decided to send the band members to, asked her voice soft.
Suguru raised his head and gave Minako a cold look. “I was supposed to have a date with my boyfriend today. It’s our one month anniversary.”
Minako placed a hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry.”
Suguru rolled his eyes and was about to say something when the door burst open. Suguru turned; expecting it to be K, but it was Hiro. In one hand, he held a knife, and in the other he held a gun. He stomped forward and K followed him in.
“Give me back my gun!” K yelled.
Hiro spun around, fire flashing within his eyes. “Hell no! This is the one day we get off, so you’re not using it to play shrink!”
He turned back to Suguru and started sawing at the ropes. Suguru smiled, relieved.
K pouted, but seemed to give up, which was strange, so Suguru turned narrowed eyes to the manager. “What?” the blond asked.
Suguru narrowed his eyes even further. He really didn’t trust the man. He continued to stare, and K finally sighed. “He threatened to quit. And he was going to throw my gun off a bridge.” Watery eyes, trembling lower lip.
Suguru turned away, a flat look on his face. K was really too attached to his guns. Large hands pulled him up- the ropes cut away- and started to drag him out of the room. He laced his fingers with Hiro’s and they walked out of the room.
K walked forward and grabbed the gun and knife Hiro had dropped when he had grabbed Suguru. A soft cough grabbed his attention.
Minako stared at him with cold eyes. “I’m still getting paid, right?”
Title: Break
Author: secret_smile19
Pairing: Hiro/Suguru
Theme: # 48, lamp
Rating: PG-13-ish
Warning: Boys loving boys and boys kissing boys
Disclaimer: Still do not own *bow down to Murakami-sama!*
Summary: They were just making out...
They stumbled and Suguru let out a breathy laugh. The laugh was cut off when Hiro licked the shell of his ear and he stifled a moan. Hiro pulled his head up and then covered Suguru’s mouth with his own, angling his head just so to make the kiss deeper.
Their tongues tangled together in mimicry of Suguru’s hands in Hiro’s hair. They bumped into the table and Suguru fell heavily, sitting down for second on said table. The kiss broke, both of them laughing in between their gasping breaths. Suguru stood and Hiro’s mouth was on his again.
They continued moving, slower this time, trying not to hit anything, trying to reach the bedroom. Suguru pulled back slightly, still moving, and nibbled the tiniest bit on Hiro’s lower lip. Those delicious lips curved up in a smile, then-
CRASH!
They froze. And then turned. Being entranced by Hiro’s lips had made Suguru not see where he was going and he had run into a lamp. That lamp lay in shards on the floor now.
“Shit,” Hiro muttered, drawing away a bit from Suguru. His arms where still wrapped around the younger boy’s waist though, and he moved a rather large shard with his toe.
“Was it important?” Suguru asked. He did not want to be the cause of some family heirloom to be broken.
Hiro frowned. “No. But I now I have to get a new lamp.” The tension drained out of Suguru.
He snorted in laughter. “I’ll pay for it.”
Hiro nodded, pulling Suguru close again. “Let’s finish what we started first, okay?” Suguru grinned and leaned up, but was stopped when Hiro scooped him up, now in bridal style. He yelped and threw his arms around Hiro’s neck, then glared. Hiro placed a butterfly kiss on the pouting lips and said, “I don’t want to break anymore lamps.”
With that, he carried the boy off to their bedroom.
Title: Whipped Cream
Author: secret_smile19
Pairing: Hiro/Suguru
Theme: # 35, coffee shop
Rating: PG-ish
Warning: Boys loving boys
Disclaimer: Still do not own *bow down to Murakami-sama!*
Summary: Suguru needed his coffee in the morning.
“Pull over,” Suguru muttered into Hiro’s back. Hiro threw a glance over his shoulder and then pulled the motorcycle over. It was the first day Suguru had finally allowed Hiro to take Suguru to work. And on his motorbike, no less.
Hiro raised an eyebrow as Suguru threw a leg over the motorcycle and got off, pulling his helmet off too. He started walking down the sidewalk, grumbling to himself. Hiro hurried after him, but didn’t say anything. He had learned the hard way that Suguru was not a morning person despite how he acted at work.
They entered a small coffee shop and Suguru went to the counter, raising a hand to cover his yawn. The young girl- her name tag read Hikari- smiled and then leaned on the counter. “The usual, Suguru-kun?” she asked.
Suguru gave her a sleepy, yet dark look. She giggled behind her hand and walked away. Suguru then turned to Hiro. “Want anything?” Hiro shook his head and then turned to Suguru.
“You come here often?”
Suguru was quiet for a second before he replied. “Every morning.”
Hikari came back and then slid a large cup filled with…something that had a large mound of whipped cream and caramel on it. Suguru grabbed it, inhaled the smell like a crack junkie, and then placed some money on the counter. Hikari took it, put it in the till, and then said, “See ya tomorrow Suguru!”
Suguru merely waved a hand, already sipping at his drink, and walked out of the shop. Hiro followed. “This is the only way you get all the way up in the morning, right?” he asked, recalling how Suguru would make coffee on the days he stayed over at the guitarist’s place and then down several cups of it, before acting normal.
Suguru nodded and then turned to Hiro. “Only way to deal with the insanity at NG.” Hiro nodded but then chuckled.
There was a spot of whipped cream on Suguru face and he said so. Suguru lifted up a hand and attempted to wipe it off, but missed.
“No, down.”
Suguru missed again, and Hiro could see annoyance creeping into the sleep-laden eyes.
“Here.” Hiro reached forward and brushed away the whipped cream. He let his hand linger and then drew his thumb down so it was caressing the edge of Suguru’s jaw.
Suguru leaned into the touch, eyes shutting, but Hiro pulled away, laughing. “You are not falling asleep out here!” he said. He remembered how many times something like that would happen- without the coffee- and then Suguru would fall asleep on him.
Suguru glared at him but then started off towards the motorcycle, still sipping his coffee.