#11 Theme 35: Pink Cherry - PANIC☆ch; Tora/Hiroto [Part 1]
Title: First Times [Part 1]
Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 035 Pink Cherry (PANIC☆ch)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: smut
Comments: I had to split this into two parts :)
First Times [Part 1]
There was always a first time for everything.
Apparently that meant this was their first date.
Doing a quick mind check and hurriedly scanning through memories of the past couple of years Tora had to admit that - minus the bit where they’d moved in together, not counting all the group outings they’d gone on, and voiding the year they’d lived with each other - he and Hiroto hadn’t gone on a proper date, ever.
“Are you sure we’re on the right line Tora?” He shrugged his shoulders at the shorter man.
“You tell me. I thought you were the one that wanted to go on this date.” His fingers came up to empathically quote the last word, earning him a hurtful look from the other.
“Fine,” Hiroto muttered, “We’ll get off here then.” He quickly got to his feet to exit the slowing vehicle, boots clomping on the metallic floor beneath them.
“Aww come on Pon, you know I looove you,” Tora sing-songed, tongue rolling on the words as he got up to grab Hiroto’s arm and follow him out the bus.
“Quit being a jerk.”
Hiroto’s words lost their bite with the grin that spread across his face. Laughing, Tora momentarily buried his nose into Hiroto’s mess of hair, planting a kiss on the back of his neck before he was being batted away by flustered arms.
“Keep your hands to yourself buddy!” Hiroto let loose an odd mix between a deep growl and high squeal when Tora only pulled him closer and began tickling and poking his sides. He was pouting and breathless when Tora finally let him go, collapsing on the ground and glaring at the other.
“But I always keep my hands to myself.” It was Tora’s turn to pout, squatting next to Hiroto and playfully tugging at his hair.
Hiroto let his head be rocked around for a minute, contemplating the other’s words. It was like they were moving backwards in their relationship, trying to go back and do everything they probably should have done before they moved in with each other. The two had barely even made out and they were sleeping in the same bed. Not even gone on a single date and they were sharing the same toothpaste.
He supposed he could call those little outings where they bought groceries and stuff “dates,” but he preferred to classify them under the “living together” part of their relationship; buying toilet plungers and being “accidently” pushed into dirty barrels of potatoes weren’t exactly his ideas of romantic.
They were more like ridiculously close friends and this “date” was supposed to change that.
“Thanks for ruining a perfectly functional date before I even got to turn it on,” Hiroto whined. He reached his hands around the arms attached to his head and smacked Tora for his constant folly.
“Ow! What do you mean turn on?! I’m not some toy you can just smack on and off.”
“I’m not talking about you I’m talking about our date!” he pouted.
“We can still go on the date Pon. It’s not like you actually went so far as to plan where we were headed anyway.”
Refusing to feel any guilt whatsoever for the bottom lip currently jutting out as far as it could, Tora stood them both up and pointed down the road.
“Look. We can go wander through the stores or something.”
Hiroto eyed the long street full of miscellaneous shops all squeezed together and squished on top of each other and heaved a morose sigh. He didn’t want to go shopping, they always went shopping, but then again he supposed it was mostly his fault they hadn’t managed to make it to… the place he had yet to and would unlikely ever pick out.
“Fine,” he drew the word out with another long-suffering sigh, “But you have to let me ride piggyback until we get there for breaking date-chan before he could even arrive in the mail.”
Tora grinned and let the smaller man hop onto his back. “As long as you buy me some ice cream when we get there. It’s fucking hot out here.”
“Fucking indeed,” Hiroto snickered. He gave a suggestive wiggle on Tora’s back, forgetting he was still in fact on Tora’s back, and briefly indulging in the usual dirty jokes he and Aki would make together, hand and hips movements included.
Tora coughed awkwardly beneath him, making Hiroto immediately aware of where or rather who he was rocking his hips on. They both blushed in the terrible silence that followed; Hiroto at his own unintentional forwardness, Tora at the warmth pressed down on him, both suddenly hyper conscious of who they were, their obvious lack of a sex life, and the inescapable heat building between them.
“Uh- Um- You can- I- I can walk,” Hiroto stuttered.
“It’s okay, I owe you for breaking date-chan remember?”
They fell back into an embarrassed, still just as awkward, silence, both trying to concentrate on anonymous places far, far away and not the heated skin so close by. Tora’s breathing was loud in Hiroto ears, but they only had a couple yards to go anyways. He figured he could last that long without doing anything else stupid.
It was simple really, why their relationship had gotten this far on only hugs and kisses. They loved each other. Plain and simple. To say the thought of taking it further than that hadn’t crossed either of their minds would be a stretch, but in all honesty it was simply easier for them to cuddle up together and sleep the exhaustion from their bodies like they normally did alone. The past few years had been a busy blur, their line of work calling them up at the crack of dawn only to relinquish them well into the next morning.
Everyone told them they’d skipped a step, gone from friends to married couple in a blink of an eye and completely missed the passion in between. To Tora and Hiroto it just seemed to happen naturally. It was natural the way they slipped into each other’s lives, became each other’s homes, worked hard and lived together. It was natural to love each other and want what was hopefully best for the other, natural to want to make sure it would last. Now it was maybe the first summer they’d all gotten a well deserved break and maybe, just maybe, they were finally certain it would last.
At least they were certain about where they were headed. For the most part.
“Uhh… you can let me down here.”
Their blushes had faded to a faint pink by then, Tora’s a darker shade from the heat and physical exertion it had taken to haul Hiroto down the road.
“Are you sure you want down here?” Tora snorted. They were on the edge of the more metropolitan area where the first shop on the outskirts of town and the trees that led to the bus stop met.
Feet back on the ground, Hiroto was met with the glorious sight of neon and the rather obvious outline of a sex shop he had somehow managed to miss on his piggyride there. He balked for a moment, cringing when Tora slapped a hand onto his back.
“How ‘bout you go buy me one of those instead,” Tora grinned, pointing vaguely at the store’s window.
“What?! You wouldn’t use whatever-it-is-you’re-pointing at even if I did buy it for you!”
Leering now, Tora leaned forward to whisper, “I never said it was for me,” into Hiroto’s ear before he was being flailed at for the second time that day. On his occasion Hiroto managed to land a palm on the other’s forehead and gently shove him away.
“You keep walking mister. Keep walking and keep your eyes on the road ‘til we get you your ice cream,” he nodded adamantly, pointing at the way before them. Tora was back to grinning again, delighting in Hiroto’s discomfort with a spring to his step because whatever the other said, his lips were still twitching and fighting the urge to laugh with him.
Hiroto wasn’t exactly adverse to sex per se; he was actually secretly fond of making Tora wait. That and he didn’t want to be used and left behind like he knew his mother had been. Although he knew Tora would never leave him, deep down he couldn’t resist the nagging urge to worry that the other man would.
He kicked Tora balefully, giving him his most innocent and endearing expression in apology, making sure the other knew better than to leave him.
A string of curses followed Tora’s fumble for a nearby signpost.
“You know you could really hurt a guy with those short squirrel limbs of yours.”
“But you like my squirrel limbs.” Tora was taken aback for second, not sure if all this free time had been such a good idea anymore.
“Uh, you’re wrong,” Tora cut back; he wasn’t one to be outdone so quickly. “I love your squirrel limbs.”
Hiroto flushed an adorable pink at his words and turned left into the nearest building. “I… I-I think we were getting ice cream and going straight home. If I recall correctly, I left our refrigerator running.”
Thankfully Hiroto was saved the embarrassment of walking dramatically into a random ice cream-less store and they purchased their treats from the restaurant’s front counter without much trouble other than Tora’s giggling at the Hiroto’s ever-worsening excuses and failed attempts at paying for both their ice creams.
“I could’ve sworn I put more money in my wallet than that,” Hiroto mumbled around his popsicle.
Tora, for all his good intentions and nurturing nature, couldn’t think to take his eyes off the show before him.
Red. He just had to pick a fucking red popsicle. Couldn’t pick the fucking rainbow colored one or regular fucking chocolate ice cream, no siree, it had to be the manly red ice on a stick. There was nothing manly about fake cherries on a stick! Tora gulped audibly as Hiroto went down on his popsicle for a third time, licking up one side and down the other before taking it all in his mouth for a couple sucks.
It took Tora as much pushing as the next guy before his mind went solidly plummeting straight down the gutter and today wasn’t turning out to be one of his easier days.
Sudden movement in his peripheral vision alerted Tora just in time to see the last, largest, melting scoop of his own ice cream fall tragically to the ground.
“Aw you paid a lot for that,” Hiroto voiced sympathetically, unaware of his own devious hand in the plot to off Tora’s ice cream and attempts at eating it. Making a face and looking back between his own ice cream and Tora’s evaporating one on the sidewalk, Hiroto seemed to come to a decision.
“Well I guess I did say I was going to get you ice cream… and it is hot… and we are going home soon anyhow…”
Tora could only follow the way Hiroto lips, slick and reddened, moved in the summer air, but was abruptly shocked out of his trance when Hiroto (rather violently) threw his the remainder of his popsicle to the ground, its thinner consistency melting into a stream atop Tora’s Neapolitan.
“Wait what?!” he was stuttering in a haze again and confused as hell for that matter.
“Well now we both have no ice cream so it’s like I paid for yours too,” Hiroto replied in a satisfied chirp.
“What?” Tora was only half trying to comprehend Hiroto’s thinking; his deviant eyes had discovered a shiny trickle of sweat and were loyally following it down Hiroto’s neck, past his collarbone, and into the loose opening of his shirt.
“Uh-huh…” he absentmindedly hummed to himself. A new trickle of sweat was peeking at him from beneath Hiroto’s chin… or… was that red?!
“Pon are you bleeding?!”
“What?! Where?!!!” The two of them floundered around for a minute, trying to find the source of Hiroto’s bleeding while they stood in the middle of a mostly empty sidewalk. They hadn’t really made it that far from the outskirts of town yet.
Was it from when he tickled Hiroto into the grass? Or did the he get hit by passing branches while riding piggyback? Tora looked at the tree next to him. He was pretty tall and usually didn’t notice those kinds of things, but wouldn’t he have gotten hit too? Oh, but then again he didn’t usually let people ride on his back. Poor Tora was briefly relieved of all thinking when a hand came down hard on his head. Hiroto had finally figured out it was the melted remains of cherry popsicle on his hands and face that was causing the “bleeding” and not actual blood.
“Quit messing around Tora. Let’s just get a taxi home. It’s almost noon and I think the sun is slowly starting to kill your brain cells.”
“I’m not messing around! I really thought you were…” Hiroto was sucking his fingers.
Licking them up and down liked he’d just done his popsicle except this time he was alternating between mouthing the palm of his hands and taking two or three of the sticky digits into his mouth. Tora shuddered at the dirty thoughts currently racing through his mind, at the way Hiroto was letting his tongue flick up the sides of two spread fingers at once, making wet, pleased sounds as he finished.
“Home? We were going home?” Tora tripped over his high-pitched words, already waving at passing cars for help. He was too busy throwing himself into the street to notice the sly smile creeping across Hiroto’s face, tongue sweeping across his lips.
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A/N:
Oh Tora.
Archive
Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 035 Pink Cherry (PANIC☆ch)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: smut
Comments: I had to split this into two parts :)
First Times [Part 1]
There was always a first time for everything.
Apparently that meant this was their first date.
Doing a quick mind check and hurriedly scanning through memories of the past couple of years Tora had to admit that - minus the bit where they’d moved in together, not counting all the group outings they’d gone on, and voiding the year they’d lived with each other - he and Hiroto hadn’t gone on a proper date, ever.
“Are you sure we’re on the right line Tora?” He shrugged his shoulders at the shorter man.
“You tell me. I thought you were the one that wanted to go on this date.” His fingers came up to empathically quote the last word, earning him a hurtful look from the other.
“Fine,” Hiroto muttered, “We’ll get off here then.” He quickly got to his feet to exit the slowing vehicle, boots clomping on the metallic floor beneath them.
“Aww come on Pon, you know I looove you,” Tora sing-songed, tongue rolling on the words as he got up to grab Hiroto’s arm and follow him out the bus.
“Quit being a jerk.”
Hiroto’s words lost their bite with the grin that spread across his face. Laughing, Tora momentarily buried his nose into Hiroto’s mess of hair, planting a kiss on the back of his neck before he was being batted away by flustered arms.
“Keep your hands to yourself buddy!” Hiroto let loose an odd mix between a deep growl and high squeal when Tora only pulled him closer and began tickling and poking his sides. He was pouting and breathless when Tora finally let him go, collapsing on the ground and glaring at the other.
“But I always keep my hands to myself.” It was Tora’s turn to pout, squatting next to Hiroto and playfully tugging at his hair.
Hiroto let his head be rocked around for a minute, contemplating the other’s words. It was like they were moving backwards in their relationship, trying to go back and do everything they probably should have done before they moved in with each other. The two had barely even made out and they were sleeping in the same bed. Not even gone on a single date and they were sharing the same toothpaste.
He supposed he could call those little outings where they bought groceries and stuff “dates,” but he preferred to classify them under the “living together” part of their relationship; buying toilet plungers and being “accidently” pushed into dirty barrels of potatoes weren’t exactly his ideas of romantic.
They were more like ridiculously close friends and this “date” was supposed to change that.
“Thanks for ruining a perfectly functional date before I even got to turn it on,” Hiroto whined. He reached his hands around the arms attached to his head and smacked Tora for his constant folly.
“Ow! What do you mean turn on?! I’m not some toy you can just smack on and off.”
“I’m not talking about you I’m talking about our date!” he pouted.
“We can still go on the date Pon. It’s not like you actually went so far as to plan where we were headed anyway.”
Refusing to feel any guilt whatsoever for the bottom lip currently jutting out as far as it could, Tora stood them both up and pointed down the road.
“Look. We can go wander through the stores or something.”
Hiroto eyed the long street full of miscellaneous shops all squeezed together and squished on top of each other and heaved a morose sigh. He didn’t want to go shopping, they always went shopping, but then again he supposed it was mostly his fault they hadn’t managed to make it to… the place he had yet to and would unlikely ever pick out.
“Fine,” he drew the word out with another long-suffering sigh, “But you have to let me ride piggyback until we get there for breaking date-chan before he could even arrive in the mail.”
Tora grinned and let the smaller man hop onto his back. “As long as you buy me some ice cream when we get there. It’s fucking hot out here.”
“Fucking indeed,” Hiroto snickered. He gave a suggestive wiggle on Tora’s back, forgetting he was still in fact on Tora’s back, and briefly indulging in the usual dirty jokes he and Aki would make together, hand and hips movements included.
Tora coughed awkwardly beneath him, making Hiroto immediately aware of where or rather who he was rocking his hips on. They both blushed in the terrible silence that followed; Hiroto at his own unintentional forwardness, Tora at the warmth pressed down on him, both suddenly hyper conscious of who they were, their obvious lack of a sex life, and the inescapable heat building between them.
“Uh- Um- You can- I- I can walk,” Hiroto stuttered.
“It’s okay, I owe you for breaking date-chan remember?”
They fell back into an embarrassed, still just as awkward, silence, both trying to concentrate on anonymous places far, far away and not the heated skin so close by. Tora’s breathing was loud in Hiroto ears, but they only had a couple yards to go anyways. He figured he could last that long without doing anything else stupid.
It was simple really, why their relationship had gotten this far on only hugs and kisses. They loved each other. Plain and simple. To say the thought of taking it further than that hadn’t crossed either of their minds would be a stretch, but in all honesty it was simply easier for them to cuddle up together and sleep the exhaustion from their bodies like they normally did alone. The past few years had been a busy blur, their line of work calling them up at the crack of dawn only to relinquish them well into the next morning.
Everyone told them they’d skipped a step, gone from friends to married couple in a blink of an eye and completely missed the passion in between. To Tora and Hiroto it just seemed to happen naturally. It was natural the way they slipped into each other’s lives, became each other’s homes, worked hard and lived together. It was natural to love each other and want what was hopefully best for the other, natural to want to make sure it would last. Now it was maybe the first summer they’d all gotten a well deserved break and maybe, just maybe, they were finally certain it would last.
At least they were certain about where they were headed. For the most part.
“Uhh… you can let me down here.”
Their blushes had faded to a faint pink by then, Tora’s a darker shade from the heat and physical exertion it had taken to haul Hiroto down the road.
“Are you sure you want down here?” Tora snorted. They were on the edge of the more metropolitan area where the first shop on the outskirts of town and the trees that led to the bus stop met.
Feet back on the ground, Hiroto was met with the glorious sight of neon and the rather obvious outline of a sex shop he had somehow managed to miss on his piggyride there. He balked for a moment, cringing when Tora slapped a hand onto his back.
“How ‘bout you go buy me one of those instead,” Tora grinned, pointing vaguely at the store’s window.
“What?! You wouldn’t use whatever-it-is-you’re-pointing at even if I did buy it for you!”
Leering now, Tora leaned forward to whisper, “I never said it was for me,” into Hiroto’s ear before he was being flailed at for the second time that day. On his occasion Hiroto managed to land a palm on the other’s forehead and gently shove him away.
“You keep walking mister. Keep walking and keep your eyes on the road ‘til we get you your ice cream,” he nodded adamantly, pointing at the way before them. Tora was back to grinning again, delighting in Hiroto’s discomfort with a spring to his step because whatever the other said, his lips were still twitching and fighting the urge to laugh with him.
Hiroto wasn’t exactly adverse to sex per se; he was actually secretly fond of making Tora wait. That and he didn’t want to be used and left behind like he knew his mother had been. Although he knew Tora would never leave him, deep down he couldn’t resist the nagging urge to worry that the other man would.
He kicked Tora balefully, giving him his most innocent and endearing expression in apology, making sure the other knew better than to leave him.
A string of curses followed Tora’s fumble for a nearby signpost.
“You know you could really hurt a guy with those short squirrel limbs of yours.”
“But you like my squirrel limbs.” Tora was taken aback for second, not sure if all this free time had been such a good idea anymore.
“Uh, you’re wrong,” Tora cut back; he wasn’t one to be outdone so quickly. “I love your squirrel limbs.”
Hiroto flushed an adorable pink at his words and turned left into the nearest building. “I… I-I think we were getting ice cream and going straight home. If I recall correctly, I left our refrigerator running.”
Thankfully Hiroto was saved the embarrassment of walking dramatically into a random ice cream-less store and they purchased their treats from the restaurant’s front counter without much trouble other than Tora’s giggling at the Hiroto’s ever-worsening excuses and failed attempts at paying for both their ice creams.
“I could’ve sworn I put more money in my wallet than that,” Hiroto mumbled around his popsicle.
Tora, for all his good intentions and nurturing nature, couldn’t think to take his eyes off the show before him.
Red. He just had to pick a fucking red popsicle. Couldn’t pick the fucking rainbow colored one or regular fucking chocolate ice cream, no siree, it had to be the manly red ice on a stick. There was nothing manly about fake cherries on a stick! Tora gulped audibly as Hiroto went down on his popsicle for a third time, licking up one side and down the other before taking it all in his mouth for a couple sucks.
It took Tora as much pushing as the next guy before his mind went solidly plummeting straight down the gutter and today wasn’t turning out to be one of his easier days.
Sudden movement in his peripheral vision alerted Tora just in time to see the last, largest, melting scoop of his own ice cream fall tragically to the ground.
“Aw you paid a lot for that,” Hiroto voiced sympathetically, unaware of his own devious hand in the plot to off Tora’s ice cream and attempts at eating it. Making a face and looking back between his own ice cream and Tora’s evaporating one on the sidewalk, Hiroto seemed to come to a decision.
“Well I guess I did say I was going to get you ice cream… and it is hot… and we are going home soon anyhow…”
Tora could only follow the way Hiroto lips, slick and reddened, moved in the summer air, but was abruptly shocked out of his trance when Hiroto (rather violently) threw his the remainder of his popsicle to the ground, its thinner consistency melting into a stream atop Tora’s Neapolitan.
“Wait what?!” he was stuttering in a haze again and confused as hell for that matter.
“Well now we both have no ice cream so it’s like I paid for yours too,” Hiroto replied in a satisfied chirp.
“What?” Tora was only half trying to comprehend Hiroto’s thinking; his deviant eyes had discovered a shiny trickle of sweat and were loyally following it down Hiroto’s neck, past his collarbone, and into the loose opening of his shirt.
“Uh-huh…” he absentmindedly hummed to himself. A new trickle of sweat was peeking at him from beneath Hiroto’s chin… or… was that red?!
“Pon are you bleeding?!”
“What?! Where?!!!” The two of them floundered around for a minute, trying to find the source of Hiroto’s bleeding while they stood in the middle of a mostly empty sidewalk. They hadn’t really made it that far from the outskirts of town yet.
Was it from when he tickled Hiroto into the grass? Or did the he get hit by passing branches while riding piggyback? Tora looked at the tree next to him. He was pretty tall and usually didn’t notice those kinds of things, but wouldn’t he have gotten hit too? Oh, but then again he didn’t usually let people ride on his back. Poor Tora was briefly relieved of all thinking when a hand came down hard on his head. Hiroto had finally figured out it was the melted remains of cherry popsicle on his hands and face that was causing the “bleeding” and not actual blood.
“Quit messing around Tora. Let’s just get a taxi home. It’s almost noon and I think the sun is slowly starting to kill your brain cells.”
“I’m not messing around! I really thought you were…” Hiroto was sucking his fingers.
Licking them up and down liked he’d just done his popsicle except this time he was alternating between mouthing the palm of his hands and taking two or three of the sticky digits into his mouth. Tora shuddered at the dirty thoughts currently racing through his mind, at the way Hiroto was letting his tongue flick up the sides of two spread fingers at once, making wet, pleased sounds as he finished.
“Home? We were going home?” Tora tripped over his high-pitched words, already waving at passing cars for help. He was too busy throwing himself into the street to notice the sly smile creeping across Hiroto’s face, tongue sweeping across his lips.
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