Hiro/Suguru, # 5, # 7, # 12, # 17, # 20, # 21, # 43
Title: Tequila
Author: secret_smile19
Pairing: Hiro/Suguru
Theme: #5, fiesta; mexican party
Rating: PG-13-ish
Warning: Boys loving boys, boys kissing boys, and alcohol consumption
Disclaimer: Still do not own *bow down to Murakami-sama!*
Summary: Hiro had stolen the stuff from K's car and now it was strewn across the beach.
Suguru snorted in laughter and shifted the sombrero that was on Hiro’s head. He gripped the bottle of tequila he held tighter and leaned against Hiro. “Where did you get this stuff?”
Hiro lifted a large bat-like stick and prodded the sand with it. Yes, sand. Hiro had come by Suguru’s place earlier with a whole bunch of stuff- most of which was strewn around the beach now- and had declared that they had to do something. They had taken off and decided to go to the beach, even though it was close to midnight and quite cold.
“From K’s car,” he replied, slurring the tiniest bit. Large amounts of tequila usually did that. Suguru had to repress the irrational flare of jealousy and leaned against Hiro, the edge of the sombrero hitting his head.
He then titled the bottle back and downed some more alcohol. He wasn’t usually one to drink… “K?”
Hiro nodded, the sombrero flapping. “Yeah. He was going on about some holiday that would be coming up soon and how some people in America celebrated it. Called it…” He looked up and squinted. “Can’t remember. Then I stole the stuff out of his car.”
Suguru leaned back and, balance already off from the alcohol, fell to the sand. Hiro peered at him, a smile curling his lips up. “Why?” Suguru mumbled.
Hiro looked down at the bottle he held. Then he shrugged. “Sounded like fun.”
Suguru snorted again, laughing bubbling out of his throat. The bottle tipped slightly and the tequila was absorbed by the sand. A few minutes passed, Suguru laughing, before he choked out, “He’s going to kill you later.”
Hiro shrugged, tipped the bottle, and drunk. Suguru snatched the stick off the ground and poked at the papier-mâché animal next to him. “What’s in this?” he asked.
Hiro looked at it, squinting. And then shrugged again. “‘Posed to have candy in it.”
Suguru peered at the stick, then back to the animal. “So, I’m supposed to whack it with the stick.”
Hiro leered and leaned towards Suguru, the sombrero falling off. “Can I whack you with my stick?”
Suguru looked at Hiro through his lashes and couldn’t help cracking up in hysterical giggles. “That was so…” he trailed off, ending in chuckles.
Hiro pouted and then trailed a hand along Suguru’s side. “Can I fuck you?”
Suguru’s expression went flat. “That was so vulgar.” He sniffed and then sipped at some more tequila, sitting up a bit, leaning on his elbows.
Hiro pressed closer to Suguru. Then he reached down and rubbed between them. Suguru’s eyes slipped shut and he shuddered. “Can I make love to you?”
Suguru’s expression was still flat, but had a hint of pleasure in it. “So…cliché,” he murmured. Hiro growled and then pounced. The tequila bottle slipped out of Suguru’s hands and the liquor slipped out, slowly being soaked up by the sand.
Title: Headache
Author: secret_smile19
Pairing: Hiro/Suguru
Theme: #7, cringe
Rating: PG-ish
Warning: Boys loving boys, boys kissing boys
Disclaimer: Still do not own *bow down to Murakami-sama!*
Summary: Suguru has a headache.
“La li ho!” Shuichi called, his high pitched voice making Suguru cringe and his head pound. Suguru grit his teeth and clenched his hands. Ow… Goddamn headache. It felt like little chibis were running around with hammers and banging his skull, cackling all the while.
He figured it was because he skipped breakfast this morning. Or maybe it was just Shuichi’s voice. No, but that couldn’t be, because he had the headache before Shuichi got there.
K started yelling at Shuichi for being late and Sakano sat down, finally out of his panic attack. Suguru took several deep breaths and repressed the urge to yell at them all. The noise was making his head pound even more. He walked away and out of the room, only Hiro noticing.
Three minutes later, Hiro appeared in front of Suguru, holding something small, white, and cylindrical in the palm of his hand.
Suguru stared at it for a moment. Once he realized what it was though, he snatched it out of Hiro’s hand and swallowed it dry. Then he raised his eyes to Hiro’s. “How did you know?”
Hiro ruffled Suguru’s hair, ignored the scowl thrown his way, and then said, “You always get that certain look on your face when you get a headache.”
Suguru’s face relaxed. The pain was letting up a little. “Thanks,” he said, starting to walk back to the room.
Hiro slung an arm around Suguru’s shoulders and replied, “No problem.”
Title: Strawberry
Author: secret_smile19
Pairing: Hiro/Suguru
Theme: #12, L'amoure mignonne; sweet love
Rating: PG-ish
Warning: Boys loving boys, boys kissing boys
Disclaimer: Still do not own *bow down to Murakami-sama!*
Summary: Suguru wasn't usually one for sweets.
Suguru usually wasn’t fond of sweets. He was more of a ‘salt’ person, it seemed. But some days, he would get such a craving for something sweet and sugary. And today was one of those days.
He was curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped around his slim form, eyes on the movie he was watching. And on the table in front of him- and one in his hand- were pocky boxes. Strawberry pocky.
He shoved another piece in his mouth, hating the fact that he needed the sweet sticky taste for the moment to satisfy his hunger. He growled out several curses around the pocky.
Hiro walked out of his room and raised an eyebrow at the sight. “That bad?” he asked, seeing the amount of boxes surrounding his boyfriend. He knew of the sudden cravings for sweets his boyfriend got. It was reminiscent of a pregnant woman at times.
Suguru nodded, glaring darkly at the boxes. Hiro laughed, sitting next to the glaring boy, and said, “It’s not that bad.”
Suguru swallowed and picked up another piece. He snapped it in half with a crazed look in his eyes and shoved it in his mouth. He swallowed again. “Yes it is.”
Hiro snatched the other half of pocky away and said, “No it’s not.” He leaned down, kissing hard and quick, slanting his head just so. Suguru’s mouth parted and their tongues tangled together. Hiro’s tongue outlined Suguru’s back teeth, and Suguru shivered. When Hiro pulled away, Suguru’s eyes were hazy and he didn’t look pissed off anymore.
Hiro smacked his lips and ran his tongue over his front teeth. “You taste like strawberry pocky now.”
Suguru- who had been reaching for said pocky- retracted his hand quickly and glared at the boxes once more.
Hiro shoved the piece he held in his mouth and looked up, contemplating. “It’s not that bad a taste.” He smiled.
Suguru’s cheeks darkened, eyes flashing, and he picked up a box and threw it at Hiro. Hiro grabbed it out of the air, and laughed.
Title: Feelings
Author: secret_smile19
Pairing: Hiro/Suguru
Theme: #17, fade
Rating: PG-ish
Warning: Boys loving boys, boys kissing boys
Disclaimer: Still do not own *bow down to Murakami-sama!*
Summary: Hiro thinks on what he feels.
Hiro’s feelings for Ayaka didn’t disappear right away. They faded, slipped away through his fingers like sand. He let it go easily, knowing that the world wouldn’t end if he didn’t love her for ever and ever.
Hiro’s feelings for Suguru, though, were a totally different matter, but still quite alike. They just suddenly didn’t come into matter. They grew and formed slowly, like a flower.
It began as a simple working relationship; acquaintances, if you wanted to stretch the term. But it morphed into friendship, and ever so slowly they continued to morph. they hid themselves away, hiding beneath the pretense of friendship.
But, still slowly, Hiro came to realize what those feelings were. And he hid them away still.
Finally, though, he acted on them. And things were well.
He caressed the face buried in his neck and Suguru shifted in his sleep.
Title: Obsess
Author: secret_smile19
Pairing: Hiro/Suguru
Theme: #20, fix you (Coldplay song/lyrics)
Rating: PG-ish
Warning: Boys loving boys, boys kissing boys
Disclaimer: Still do not own *bow down to Murakami-sama!*
Summary: Suguru just wanted to get this song finished.
Hiro sat in the dark and waited. This was the third week in a row. The door opened and a shadow entered the room. Hiro glanced at the clock. It was nearing midnight. Wow. He was early.
The shadow- Suguru, holding several folders- shut the door softly and started off towards the bedroom, but Hiro stood, sighing heavily. Suguru spun around, eyes alight with the glow of the moon that was lighting the room.
“You have to stop this,” Hiro said quietly. He walked forward and gripped Suguru’s forearms.
Suguru stared at him with tired eyes. Shadows stood out underneath said eyes and the cheeks weren’t as round as they were a week or two ago. “You’ve been at it for three weeks,” Hiro continued.
Suguru looked away. “I only need to do a bit more. It’s almost done-!” He was cut off when Hiro pulled him closer. The folders fell to the ground, the pages and pages of music scattering along the carpet.
“You said that after the second time you went in around dawn and came back past midnight. You have to stop. Do the work in limited amounts.”
Suguru glared at him and then raked a hand through his hair in frustration. “I can’t! I need to get this song done!”
Hiro pulled away, hands curling into fists. “It’s just one song! There will be others!”
Suguru looked shocked at the statement, eyes once again going to the floor. “It’s not just a song…” he started softly, but Hiro grabbed his arm and dragged him to the bathroom. He flipped on the light and pushed Suguru’s head so he was staring at his own and Hiro’s reflection.
Then he lifted the keyboardist’s shirt and brushed the hollow concave his stomach was. The ribs stuck out and could be counted just be looking.
Hiro frowned. “You were never this thin. You stopped eating.” Here Suguru shook his head. “Fine. You didn’t stop. You postpone meals to work on that song.”
He grabbed Suguru’s chin and wiped at the shadows underneath the eyes as if trying to brush them away. “You’re not getting enough sleep. You need proper rest and food, like any other human being.”
Suguru stared at his own form as if seeing it for the first time. “I…I didn’t realize…”
Hiro rested his chin on a bony shoulder. “Just take a break. Stop obsessing over that song.”
“I…” Suguru looked into the mirror; saw his own diminished form and the dark look in Hiro’s eyes. “Alright.”
The song Suguru had been working on was completed several weeks later with the help of Hiro. He regained what weight he had lost and stopped staying at work so late.
Title: Panic
Author: secret_smile19
Pairing: Hiro/Suguru
Theme: #21, fling
Rating: PG-ish
Warning: Boys loving boys, boys kissing boys, insinuations
Disclaimer: Still do not own *bow down to Murakami-sama!*
Summary: Who would have thought?
A shriek was what woke Hiro up. He shot up straight, eyes darting around, and then slumped when saw it was just Suguru running around. He rolled his eyes and then fell back to the bed.
Suddenly, a pair of pants- jeans, his jeans- were flung at him, thrown at him, landing right on his face. He sat up again, slowly this time, and turned to Suguru. The younger boy was picking up the clothes that had been torn off last…night…
Hiro grinned. Who would have thought that Suguru liked Hiro? Who would have thought Hiro’s feelings were returned? Just…wow.
But what did that mean now? Were they going to have a…relationship? Watching Suguru run around the room, trying to find his clothes, Hiro thought the answer to his question would be in the negative spectrum. His heart sunk.
“What are you doing?” he asked, dread in his voice. Suguru glanced back and tugged his pants on.
“We’re going to be late for work.” Suguru threw on his shirt, and started buttoning it up. “I’m going home to shower.” Suguru focused his attention back on his clothes. Hiro looked down.
Suguru raked a hand through his hair. Then he saw the clock and let out an aggravated sigh; cursed.
He started towards the door, and Hiro felt a sigh escape, felt his throat close up, but then Suguru turned back around and grabbed Hiro and forced a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the guitarist.
When Suguru pulled back, he was smiling and then started towards the door once more. “Think we could go out after work?” Suguru asked, a smile tilting his lips.
Hiro nodded, a bit dazed. Another smile, and then Suguru was gone.
Title: Wish
Author: secret_smile19
Pairing: Hiro/Suguru
Theme: #43, star
Rating: PG-ish
Warning: Boys loving boys, boys kissing boys
Disclaimer: Still do not own *bow down to Murakami-sama!*
Summary: When you wish upon a star...
They leaned against each other. A blanket covered the ground, and the sky looked like a thousand diamonds had been strewn across black velvet. Suguru sighed and snuggled even closer to Hiro.
“I used to come out at night and watch the stars all the time,” Suguru mumbled, lips brushing against Hiro’s neck.
Hiro gripped Suguru’s shoulder and smiled slightly. “Were you that bored?”
Suguru frowned and glanced up. “I wasn’t bored. It’s just so pretty.”
Hiro looked down and stared at his boyfriend. “Yeah. It is.”
They sat that way for a couple more minutes when Suguru pointed at the sky and said, “Make a wish.”
A shooting star whizzed across the sky before disappearing.
Suguru waited a second before asking, “What did you wish for?”
Hiro laughed. “I can’t tell you.” Suguru pouted. “It doesn’t matter anyway…” His lips brushed Suguru’s temple. “I already have my wish right here.”
They looked into each other’s eyes…
and then the moment was broken by Suguru giggling. “I’m sorry,” he said between giggles. “That was so cheesy!”
Hiro rubbed his head against Suguru’s (ignoring the “Ack!” it caused) and whined, “But it’s true!”
Suguru continued to laugh and then wrapped his arms around Hiro.
Author: secret_smile19
Pairing: Hiro/Suguru
Theme: #5, fiesta; mexican party
Rating: PG-13-ish
Warning: Boys loving boys, boys kissing boys, and alcohol consumption
Disclaimer: Still do not own *bow down to Murakami-sama!*
Summary: Hiro had stolen the stuff from K's car and now it was strewn across the beach.
Suguru snorted in laughter and shifted the sombrero that was on Hiro’s head. He gripped the bottle of tequila he held tighter and leaned against Hiro. “Where did you get this stuff?”
Hiro lifted a large bat-like stick and prodded the sand with it. Yes, sand. Hiro had come by Suguru’s place earlier with a whole bunch of stuff- most of which was strewn around the beach now- and had declared that they had to do something. They had taken off and decided to go to the beach, even though it was close to midnight and quite cold.
“From K’s car,” he replied, slurring the tiniest bit. Large amounts of tequila usually did that. Suguru had to repress the irrational flare of jealousy and leaned against Hiro, the edge of the sombrero hitting his head.
He then titled the bottle back and downed some more alcohol. He wasn’t usually one to drink… “K?”
Hiro nodded, the sombrero flapping. “Yeah. He was going on about some holiday that would be coming up soon and how some people in America celebrated it. Called it…” He looked up and squinted. “Can’t remember. Then I stole the stuff out of his car.”
Suguru leaned back and, balance already off from the alcohol, fell to the sand. Hiro peered at him, a smile curling his lips up. “Why?” Suguru mumbled.
Hiro looked down at the bottle he held. Then he shrugged. “Sounded like fun.”
Suguru snorted again, laughing bubbling out of his throat. The bottle tipped slightly and the tequila was absorbed by the sand. A few minutes passed, Suguru laughing, before he choked out, “He’s going to kill you later.”
Hiro shrugged, tipped the bottle, and drunk. Suguru snatched the stick off the ground and poked at the papier-mâché animal next to him. “What’s in this?” he asked.
Hiro looked at it, squinting. And then shrugged again. “‘Posed to have candy in it.”
Suguru peered at the stick, then back to the animal. “So, I’m supposed to whack it with the stick.”
Hiro leered and leaned towards Suguru, the sombrero falling off. “Can I whack you with my stick?”
Suguru looked at Hiro through his lashes and couldn’t help cracking up in hysterical giggles. “That was so…” he trailed off, ending in chuckles.
Hiro pouted and then trailed a hand along Suguru’s side. “Can I fuck you?”
Suguru’s expression went flat. “That was so vulgar.” He sniffed and then sipped at some more tequila, sitting up a bit, leaning on his elbows.
Hiro pressed closer to Suguru. Then he reached down and rubbed between them. Suguru’s eyes slipped shut and he shuddered. “Can I make love to you?”
Suguru’s expression was still flat, but had a hint of pleasure in it. “So…cliché,” he murmured. Hiro growled and then pounced. The tequila bottle slipped out of Suguru’s hands and the liquor slipped out, slowly being soaked up by the sand.
Title: Headache
Author: secret_smile19
Pairing: Hiro/Suguru
Theme: #7, cringe
Rating: PG-ish
Warning: Boys loving boys, boys kissing boys
Disclaimer: Still do not own *bow down to Murakami-sama!*
Summary: Suguru has a headache.
“La li ho!” Shuichi called, his high pitched voice making Suguru cringe and his head pound. Suguru grit his teeth and clenched his hands. Ow… Goddamn headache. It felt like little chibis were running around with hammers and banging his skull, cackling all the while.
He figured it was because he skipped breakfast this morning. Or maybe it was just Shuichi’s voice. No, but that couldn’t be, because he had the headache before Shuichi got there.
K started yelling at Shuichi for being late and Sakano sat down, finally out of his panic attack. Suguru took several deep breaths and repressed the urge to yell at them all. The noise was making his head pound even more. He walked away and out of the room, only Hiro noticing.
Three minutes later, Hiro appeared in front of Suguru, holding something small, white, and cylindrical in the palm of his hand.
Suguru stared at it for a moment. Once he realized what it was though, he snatched it out of Hiro’s hand and swallowed it dry. Then he raised his eyes to Hiro’s. “How did you know?”
Hiro ruffled Suguru’s hair, ignored the scowl thrown his way, and then said, “You always get that certain look on your face when you get a headache.”
Suguru’s face relaxed. The pain was letting up a little. “Thanks,” he said, starting to walk back to the room.
Hiro slung an arm around Suguru’s shoulders and replied, “No problem.”
Title: Strawberry
Author: secret_smile19
Pairing: Hiro/Suguru
Theme: #12, L'amoure mignonne; sweet love
Rating: PG-ish
Warning: Boys loving boys, boys kissing boys
Disclaimer: Still do not own *bow down to Murakami-sama!*
Summary: Suguru wasn't usually one for sweets.
Suguru usually wasn’t fond of sweets. He was more of a ‘salt’ person, it seemed. But some days, he would get such a craving for something sweet and sugary. And today was one of those days.
He was curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped around his slim form, eyes on the movie he was watching. And on the table in front of him- and one in his hand- were pocky boxes. Strawberry pocky.
He shoved another piece in his mouth, hating the fact that he needed the sweet sticky taste for the moment to satisfy his hunger. He growled out several curses around the pocky.
Hiro walked out of his room and raised an eyebrow at the sight. “That bad?” he asked, seeing the amount of boxes surrounding his boyfriend. He knew of the sudden cravings for sweets his boyfriend got. It was reminiscent of a pregnant woman at times.
Suguru nodded, glaring darkly at the boxes. Hiro laughed, sitting next to the glaring boy, and said, “It’s not that bad.”
Suguru swallowed and picked up another piece. He snapped it in half with a crazed look in his eyes and shoved it in his mouth. He swallowed again. “Yes it is.”
Hiro snatched the other half of pocky away and said, “No it’s not.” He leaned down, kissing hard and quick, slanting his head just so. Suguru’s mouth parted and their tongues tangled together. Hiro’s tongue outlined Suguru’s back teeth, and Suguru shivered. When Hiro pulled away, Suguru’s eyes were hazy and he didn’t look pissed off anymore.
Hiro smacked his lips and ran his tongue over his front teeth. “You taste like strawberry pocky now.”
Suguru- who had been reaching for said pocky- retracted his hand quickly and glared at the boxes once more.
Hiro shoved the piece he held in his mouth and looked up, contemplating. “It’s not that bad a taste.” He smiled.
Suguru’s cheeks darkened, eyes flashing, and he picked up a box and threw it at Hiro. Hiro grabbed it out of the air, and laughed.
Title: Feelings
Author: secret_smile19
Pairing: Hiro/Suguru
Theme: #17, fade
Rating: PG-ish
Warning: Boys loving boys, boys kissing boys
Disclaimer: Still do not own *bow down to Murakami-sama!*
Summary: Hiro thinks on what he feels.
Hiro’s feelings for Ayaka didn’t disappear right away. They faded, slipped away through his fingers like sand. He let it go easily, knowing that the world wouldn’t end if he didn’t love her for ever and ever.
Hiro’s feelings for Suguru, though, were a totally different matter, but still quite alike. They just suddenly didn’t come into matter. They grew and formed slowly, like a flower.
It began as a simple working relationship; acquaintances, if you wanted to stretch the term. But it morphed into friendship, and ever so slowly they continued to morph. they hid themselves away, hiding beneath the pretense of friendship.
But, still slowly, Hiro came to realize what those feelings were. And he hid them away still.
Finally, though, he acted on them. And things were well.
He caressed the face buried in his neck and Suguru shifted in his sleep.
Title: Obsess
Author: secret_smile19
Pairing: Hiro/Suguru
Theme: #20, fix you (Coldplay song/lyrics)
Rating: PG-ish
Warning: Boys loving boys, boys kissing boys
Disclaimer: Still do not own *bow down to Murakami-sama!*
Summary: Suguru just wanted to get this song finished.
Hiro sat in the dark and waited. This was the third week in a row. The door opened and a shadow entered the room. Hiro glanced at the clock. It was nearing midnight. Wow. He was early.
The shadow- Suguru, holding several folders- shut the door softly and started off towards the bedroom, but Hiro stood, sighing heavily. Suguru spun around, eyes alight with the glow of the moon that was lighting the room.
“You have to stop this,” Hiro said quietly. He walked forward and gripped Suguru’s forearms.
Suguru stared at him with tired eyes. Shadows stood out underneath said eyes and the cheeks weren’t as round as they were a week or two ago. “You’ve been at it for three weeks,” Hiro continued.
Suguru looked away. “I only need to do a bit more. It’s almost done-!” He was cut off when Hiro pulled him closer. The folders fell to the ground, the pages and pages of music scattering along the carpet.
“You said that after the second time you went in around dawn and came back past midnight. You have to stop. Do the work in limited amounts.”
Suguru glared at him and then raked a hand through his hair in frustration. “I can’t! I need to get this song done!”
Hiro pulled away, hands curling into fists. “It’s just one song! There will be others!”
Suguru looked shocked at the statement, eyes once again going to the floor. “It’s not just a song…” he started softly, but Hiro grabbed his arm and dragged him to the bathroom. He flipped on the light and pushed Suguru’s head so he was staring at his own and Hiro’s reflection.
Then he lifted the keyboardist’s shirt and brushed the hollow concave his stomach was. The ribs stuck out and could be counted just be looking.
Hiro frowned. “You were never this thin. You stopped eating.” Here Suguru shook his head. “Fine. You didn’t stop. You postpone meals to work on that song.”
He grabbed Suguru’s chin and wiped at the shadows underneath the eyes as if trying to brush them away. “You’re not getting enough sleep. You need proper rest and food, like any other human being.”
Suguru stared at his own form as if seeing it for the first time. “I…I didn’t realize…”
Hiro rested his chin on a bony shoulder. “Just take a break. Stop obsessing over that song.”
“I…” Suguru looked into the mirror; saw his own diminished form and the dark look in Hiro’s eyes. “Alright.”
The song Suguru had been working on was completed several weeks later with the help of Hiro. He regained what weight he had lost and stopped staying at work so late.
Title: Panic
Author: secret_smile19
Pairing: Hiro/Suguru
Theme: #21, fling
Rating: PG-ish
Warning: Boys loving boys, boys kissing boys, insinuations
Disclaimer: Still do not own *bow down to Murakami-sama!*
Summary: Who would have thought?
A shriek was what woke Hiro up. He shot up straight, eyes darting around, and then slumped when saw it was just Suguru running around. He rolled his eyes and then fell back to the bed.
Suddenly, a pair of pants- jeans, his jeans- were flung at him, thrown at him, landing right on his face. He sat up again, slowly this time, and turned to Suguru. The younger boy was picking up the clothes that had been torn off last…night…
Hiro grinned. Who would have thought that Suguru liked Hiro? Who would have thought Hiro’s feelings were returned? Just…wow.
But what did that mean now? Were they going to have a…relationship? Watching Suguru run around the room, trying to find his clothes, Hiro thought the answer to his question would be in the negative spectrum. His heart sunk.
“What are you doing?” he asked, dread in his voice. Suguru glanced back and tugged his pants on.
“We’re going to be late for work.” Suguru threw on his shirt, and started buttoning it up. “I’m going home to shower.” Suguru focused his attention back on his clothes. Hiro looked down.
Suguru raked a hand through his hair. Then he saw the clock and let out an aggravated sigh; cursed.
He started towards the door, and Hiro felt a sigh escape, felt his throat close up, but then Suguru turned back around and grabbed Hiro and forced a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the guitarist.
When Suguru pulled back, he was smiling and then started towards the door once more. “Think we could go out after work?” Suguru asked, a smile tilting his lips.
Hiro nodded, a bit dazed. Another smile, and then Suguru was gone.
Title: Wish
Author: secret_smile19
Pairing: Hiro/Suguru
Theme: #43, star
Rating: PG-ish
Warning: Boys loving boys, boys kissing boys
Disclaimer: Still do not own *bow down to Murakami-sama!*
Summary: When you wish upon a star...
They leaned against each other. A blanket covered the ground, and the sky looked like a thousand diamonds had been strewn across black velvet. Suguru sighed and snuggled even closer to Hiro.
“I used to come out at night and watch the stars all the time,” Suguru mumbled, lips brushing against Hiro’s neck.
Hiro gripped Suguru’s shoulder and smiled slightly. “Were you that bored?”
Suguru frowned and glanced up. “I wasn’t bored. It’s just so pretty.”
Hiro looked down and stared at his boyfriend. “Yeah. It is.”
They sat that way for a couple more minutes when Suguru pointed at the sky and said, “Make a wish.”
A shooting star whizzed across the sky before disappearing.
Suguru waited a second before asking, “What did you wish for?”
Hiro laughed. “I can’t tell you.” Suguru pouted. “It doesn’t matter anyway…” His lips brushed Suguru’s temple. “I already have my wish right here.”
They looked into each other’s eyes…
and then the moment was broken by Suguru giggling. “I’m sorry,” he said between giggles. “That was so cheesy!”
Hiro rubbed his head against Suguru’s (ignoring the “Ack!” it caused) and whined, “But it’s true!”
Suguru continued to laugh and then wrapped his arms around Hiro.