#29 Theme 18: First Kiss - Aa; Tora/Hiroto
Title: Accidents
Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 018 First Kiss (Aa)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto, Shou/Hiroto, slight Saga/Shou
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: kissing, groping, crack...
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Accidents
Heavy breathing filled the decaying room in static green outlines. Flickering floorboards whizzed past as the cameraman bolted from a ghoulish building. Seated on the foot of Saga’s bed, Shou watched in wide-eyed horror as yet another fool ventured into the same haunted house only to come running out a few minutes later screaming phantoms and ghosts.
Suddenly the camera jerked and fell, pulling a loud curse from the surprised vocalist. Fallen leaves and hysteric shrieks filled the shared hotel room and replaced Shou’s silent, open-mouthed scream as footsteps hurried for safety and then- And then with a press of a button, the screen went black.
“Shou!” Saga hissed, grabbing a towel from the bathroom sink and pressing it to the carpet. The other man sat stock-still, hand clutching the air where his caffeinated drink had once been even as his socks soaked up the light brown liquid.
“You really shouldn’t be watching these things this late at night,” Saga muttered, waving his hand in front of Shou’s horrified face.
“Here,” retrieving a weathered notebook from his bag, Saga flipped it open to one of his happier compositions, shoving it impatiently under Shou’s nose.
“Go write something nice,” he suggested. The other simply continued to sit there immobile.
“For me,” Saga added when the other began blinking stupidly at the jumbled notes. The vocalist finally reached out for the bound papers. Rolling his eyes Saga feigned apathy, but on the inside he was trying to convince himself the terrified escape onscreen hadn’t disturbed him - not in the least. Regardless, they both jumped when loud raps sounded against the bathroom door. Shou dropped the proffered notebook with a squeak.
Deftly unplugging the damned flat screen with a jerk of his wrist, Saga went to answer it.
“Heeey… I’m hanging out over here, okay?”
He was surprised to find Tora standing awkwardly inside the adjoining bathroom, his own adjacent room seemingly empty a couple strides past the large jacuzzi tub.
“Where’s Hiroto?” Saga asked, stepping aside before his band mate could forcibly push past him. Shrugging, Tora made a beeline for the bar and immediately pulled out some alcohol.
“He said something about going out with local friends and stuff… something like that.” Popping a beer open with a disinterested shrug, Tora offered Saga one before guzzling it down.
“Thanks,” the bassist sighed, taking a few deep swings. “It’s going to be a long night,” he muttered. “At least when Hiroto’s here things seem to… speed up a bit.” Pointing Tora in Shou’s direction, Saga sighed again. “He’s been like that ever since some ghost hunting marathon came on. I told him not to watch but…” shrugging in defeat he went back to sipping his beer.
In the far corner of the room Shou sat with his back to the wall, scribbling furiously in his own separate, similarly battered notebook. With a smirk he thought about how his bed was the best in the room. Shoved in the corner it was closest to the hallway entrance as well as the bathroom door that led to Tora and Hiroto’s room. Saga’s bed may be closer to the balcony and TV, but if anything supernatural were to come shooting up from the floor, he’d be in the best position to escape.
Snorting at the huddled form, Tora got out the hard liquor.
---
It was hours before Shou finally fell asleep, albeit a little reluctantly, but the hallway light leaking in from beneath their hotel door had been comforting enough. Saga was already in bed, slightly tipsy from all the drinks he’d shared with Tora, while the guitarist had wandered on back to his own room looking pretty sober. He had paced himself, hoping Hiroto would return, but it soon became clear the other was going to be as late as physically possible.
Humming softly into the sheets, Shou cuddled closer to the wall. There was something secure about uniform shapes and colors that hadn’t really mattered until now. With his back blocking the rest of the world out, shielding him from ghostly faces, and with the beige wallpaper to keep him company, Shou quickly dropped into a deep slumber.
But it seemed like seconds later his eyes were snapping back open.
He didn’t know how to explain it, but he could feel a certain presence looming up from behind. In fact, Shou was mostly certain he could hear faint breathing just above Saga’s harsher exhales of air. Was the hotel haunted? It probably was wasn't it?! Shou's mind stumbled on itself. He wanted to roll away from his view of the wall to see, but he was too scared.On two, he thought. On two I’ll turn around and look.
Two came and Shou nearly wet his bed at the sight before him.
"Get the fuck away from me!!!" With an earsplitting scream he scrambled for one of his various escapes, but to no avail, feet too tangled in sheets to find purchase.
There, just beside his bed, a dark form hovered, shadowed in black with a glowing light at its center. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Tora?!” The ghost sounded just as alarmed as Shou, the vocalist squealing as the ghoul's blueish light dropped onto his bed.
“I’m not Tora!” he half-sobbed before realizing what he'd just said. Fumbling for the bedside table, Shou grabbed his glasses and shoved them on his face.
“Hiroto?”
“Taigaaa,” the other sung back, climbing unsteadily onto his bed. “I know, I know. You’re mad at me for going out with my friends without you, but don’t yell at me. I thought you wouldn’t like it ‘cuz you know… you don’t know any of them.”
Pushing plastic frames higher up his nose, Shou's eyes were able to focus on Hiroto's face, features outlined a gloomy pale blue from the light of his cell phone.
“Hiroto this is Shou.”
“Don’t be silly,” the other chortled, pulling back the covers and crawling in. Shou heard the distinct sound of a mobile falling to the floor.
“Seriously, Hiroto, you’ve got the wrong room, wrong bed, you should really lay off on the drinking I mean it’s okay tonight because I'm me and this is my bed, but Tora would seriously be pissed if he found you trying to get under the covers with him.” Shou rambled, trying to shakily reason with Hiroto. He tried to reason, really, he did, though his mind wasn't working too reasonably at the moment. But every word seemed to go right over Hiroto's head.
“I know they gave us two beds, but that doesn't mean we have to use them. Hell they could give us three beds..." The other snorted and trailed on happily, snuggling closer to Shou’s shoulder and throwing a leg over his waist.
Biting pursed lips, Shou swiveled around, frantically praying there weren't any other actual entities floating in the dark. His heart was having a hard time coming down from its hammering thump even though there was only Saga and Hiroto.
He finally settled though, relaxing a little because Hiroto was simply too irresistible like this; all humming warmth and soft skin. With a sigh Shou slid uneasily back down, wrapping his arms around the other’s back. Tonight of all nights, after a day-long marathon of ghost hunting and chocolate, he most certainly didn't mind having a needy drunk in bed.
Smiling he allowed himself the pleasure of Hiroto's open arms, hoisting his oversized teddy bear up the bed and half onto his belly - if not for the comfort than at least to take the brunt of whatever supernatural blow waiting to befall them.
He'd just been scared nearly half out of his mind by a stupid drunk. Stupid drunk. Pouting, Shou hugged the smaller man close and didn't resist the urge to burrow his face into Hiroto's hair. Except it was damp, fresh smelling and stuck to his skull. He noticed for the first time the guitarist was dressed in only a bathrobe.
"When did you take a bath, Pon?"
Hiroto responded by nuzzling intimately close against a smooth neck, mumbling something about Ono and onsens. Laughing, Shou relaxed under his soft bundle, cuddling and trying not to think. No ghosts, just some nice, warm Hiropon.
He was ridiculously adorable, Shou had to admit, all touchy-feely, languid-personable drunk; even though sometimes his temper ran short over the simplest issues like this. The vocalist couldn't help but snort imagining Tora in his place, tipsy tiny guitarist worming under the covers and forcing him to share beds. No wonder the older man always got irritated when Hiroto went out drinking alone. Their hawk-eyed guitarist certainly seemed the type to resent such coddling and to lack the patience necessary when handling a touchy drunk. At least if Tora went with Hiroto he wouldn't be sober enough to care about the way they always ended up roomed together. It was actually rather nice once he'd gotten over the initial shock.
That was at least until lazy hands slid up his shirt.
Jerking back from the ice cold touch, Shou ended up tossing Hiroto to one side of the bed.
"What are you doing?"
"But my fingers are cold," the other whined.
"S-Stick them under your armpits," Shou stuttered. Hugs and snuggling he was willing to put up with, but more? He wasn't allowed more, that would just be wrong.
He attempted to wrap the inebriated fool in a separate cocoon of blankets, more so Hiroto could keep his hands to himself than to keep warm, but that turned out to be a miserable failure. Hiroto was unwilling and uncooperative and now he was flopping his limbs every which way. He ought to just go sleep in Hiroto's bed and leave the other here. Sighing, Shou kicked at the bundle; he was too tired for this. But Hiroto seemed to have more productive ideas in mind for the night. Abruptly, he crawled out from his cotton encasings and pushed the older man back, moving in to settle comfortably on Shou's stomach. He could practically feel Hiroto's warm nakedness between a parted bathrobe and his thin t-shirt.
A wave of hopelessness filled him as the smaller man continued his advances.
"Tora why are you being so mean to me?" Hiroto pouted, trying to pull at Shou's shirt only to have his hands batted away. He resorted to using his face, wrists captured between long fingers. Hiroto's resilience knew no bounds. Leaning down and unsteadily searching with his lips, Hiroto managed to drag Shou into a sloppy kiss.
That was it. Arching, Shou pushed and flipped Hiroto clean off the bed.
"I'm not Tora!" he repeated, slightly out of breath from fighting off the other's drunken seduction.
With an "Oomph!" Hiroto disappeared off the edge of the bed.
"You don't like me anymore!" Hiroto wailed, fat tears dripping down red cheeks. "I-I let you... even in the changing rooms!" he blubbered irrationally on the floor, loud enough to possibly leak into the halls, but apparently not loud enough to wake up Saga. The bassist was still dead asleep in the next bed over.
"Nonono!" Shou shushed. "You've got it all wrong, Hiroto!" he pleaded, quietly hoping to silence him before anyone woke up and accused him of harassing Pon.
Lit by light from the adjoining streets, the dark hotel room made things difficult to see, but Shou was sure if he could, he wouldn't be able to ignore those tears. Not that he could either way. Crawling over he peered into the dark.
"I like you Pon, don't worry."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Then kiss me."
"What?!"
"I-I j-just want a kiss. Y-You always let me..."
Panicking at the increasingly wet words, Shou did the quickest thing he could think of. Forcing himself to cup Hiroto's cheek close, he leaned in and planted a sweet peck on the other's lips - it was just like fanservice, he reasoned. In his head, Shou was wondering if Tora really did let Hiroto do whatever.
Wet and reeking beer, the younger's lips were beguilingly tender to the touch. Groaning, Shou pulled away before more could happen. Why couldn't he just get some sleep? Sitting back, he tried to push Hiroto off even as full lips parted and fingers reached out for more.
"What are you doing?"
A growl sounded from the door. Suddenly the room was filled with burning light, a switch flicked and revealing the pair caught red-handed in what looked to be a heated make-out session; sheets were twisted, blankets and pillows askew, and Hiroto's fingers now graced the inside of Shou's thighs.
"Tora?"
Hiroto looked slightly confused.
Giving Shou something close to a possessive pout and angry look, he grabbed Hiroto from behind and hauled him off to their room.
"Mine," he snarled half-unconvincingly, half-pleadingly, maybe not too sure himself.
"Y-Yours? Yours?!" Shou called after the retreating figure. Tora's? Since when?!
"Just- S-SHUT UP!" he shouted defensively, slamming the two bathroom doors between them.
OH LOOK, AN ALTERNATIVE ENDING 8D
Contributed by tingedwords How fancy~
A/N:
LOL? Hiroto made Tora come out of the closet... early XD
Originally this was going to be for aliceinfiction and their prompt 'Lying Kisses' but I fail at deadlines, obviously @_@ And yes, dear lord there ARE MORE fics that will get posted after this. At least it's only one a day right? Don't want to get too annoying XD;
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Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 018 First Kiss (Aa)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto, Shou/Hiroto, slight Saga/Shou
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: kissing, groping, crack...
Comments: Late late faillll. Sorry for the spam guys, I'm cleaning out my pile of unposted fics.
Accidents
Heavy breathing filled the decaying room in static green outlines. Flickering floorboards whizzed past as the cameraman bolted from a ghoulish building. Seated on the foot of Saga’s bed, Shou watched in wide-eyed horror as yet another fool ventured into the same haunted house only to come running out a few minutes later screaming phantoms and ghosts.
Suddenly the camera jerked and fell, pulling a loud curse from the surprised vocalist. Fallen leaves and hysteric shrieks filled the shared hotel room and replaced Shou’s silent, open-mouthed scream as footsteps hurried for safety and then- And then with a press of a button, the screen went black.
“Shou!” Saga hissed, grabbing a towel from the bathroom sink and pressing it to the carpet. The other man sat stock-still, hand clutching the air where his caffeinated drink had once been even as his socks soaked up the light brown liquid.
“You really shouldn’t be watching these things this late at night,” Saga muttered, waving his hand in front of Shou’s horrified face.
“Here,” retrieving a weathered notebook from his bag, Saga flipped it open to one of his happier compositions, shoving it impatiently under Shou’s nose.
“Go write something nice,” he suggested. The other simply continued to sit there immobile.
“For me,” Saga added when the other began blinking stupidly at the jumbled notes. The vocalist finally reached out for the bound papers. Rolling his eyes Saga feigned apathy, but on the inside he was trying to convince himself the terrified escape onscreen hadn’t disturbed him - not in the least. Regardless, they both jumped when loud raps sounded against the bathroom door. Shou dropped the proffered notebook with a squeak.
Deftly unplugging the damned flat screen with a jerk of his wrist, Saga went to answer it.
“Heeey… I’m hanging out over here, okay?”
He was surprised to find Tora standing awkwardly inside the adjoining bathroom, his own adjacent room seemingly empty a couple strides past the large jacuzzi tub.
“Where’s Hiroto?” Saga asked, stepping aside before his band mate could forcibly push past him. Shrugging, Tora made a beeline for the bar and immediately pulled out some alcohol.
“He said something about going out with local friends and stuff… something like that.” Popping a beer open with a disinterested shrug, Tora offered Saga one before guzzling it down.
“Thanks,” the bassist sighed, taking a few deep swings. “It’s going to be a long night,” he muttered. “At least when Hiroto’s here things seem to… speed up a bit.” Pointing Tora in Shou’s direction, Saga sighed again. “He’s been like that ever since some ghost hunting marathon came on. I told him not to watch but…” shrugging in defeat he went back to sipping his beer.
In the far corner of the room Shou sat with his back to the wall, scribbling furiously in his own separate, similarly battered notebook. With a smirk he thought about how his bed was the best in the room. Shoved in the corner it was closest to the hallway entrance as well as the bathroom door that led to Tora and Hiroto’s room. Saga’s bed may be closer to the balcony and TV, but if anything supernatural were to come shooting up from the floor, he’d be in the best position to escape.
Snorting at the huddled form, Tora got out the hard liquor.
---
It was hours before Shou finally fell asleep, albeit a little reluctantly, but the hallway light leaking in from beneath their hotel door had been comforting enough. Saga was already in bed, slightly tipsy from all the drinks he’d shared with Tora, while the guitarist had wandered on back to his own room looking pretty sober. He had paced himself, hoping Hiroto would return, but it soon became clear the other was going to be as late as physically possible.
Humming softly into the sheets, Shou cuddled closer to the wall. There was something secure about uniform shapes and colors that hadn’t really mattered until now. With his back blocking the rest of the world out, shielding him from ghostly faces, and with the beige wallpaper to keep him company, Shou quickly dropped into a deep slumber.
But it seemed like seconds later his eyes were snapping back open.
He didn’t know how to explain it, but he could feel a certain presence looming up from behind. In fact, Shou was mostly certain he could hear faint breathing just above Saga’s harsher exhales of air. Was the hotel haunted? It probably was wasn't it?! Shou's mind stumbled on itself. He wanted to roll away from his view of the wall to see, but he was too scared.On two, he thought. On two I’ll turn around and look.
Two came and Shou nearly wet his bed at the sight before him.
"Get the fuck away from me!!!" With an earsplitting scream he scrambled for one of his various escapes, but to no avail, feet too tangled in sheets to find purchase.
There, just beside his bed, a dark form hovered, shadowed in black with a glowing light at its center. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Tora?!” The ghost sounded just as alarmed as Shou, the vocalist squealing as the ghoul's blueish light dropped onto his bed.
“I’m not Tora!” he half-sobbed before realizing what he'd just said. Fumbling for the bedside table, Shou grabbed his glasses and shoved them on his face.
“Hiroto?”
“Taigaaa,” the other sung back, climbing unsteadily onto his bed. “I know, I know. You’re mad at me for going out with my friends without you, but don’t yell at me. I thought you wouldn’t like it ‘cuz you know… you don’t know any of them.”
Pushing plastic frames higher up his nose, Shou's eyes were able to focus on Hiroto's face, features outlined a gloomy pale blue from the light of his cell phone.
“Hiroto this is Shou.”
“Don’t be silly,” the other chortled, pulling back the covers and crawling in. Shou heard the distinct sound of a mobile falling to the floor.
“Seriously, Hiroto, you’ve got the wrong room, wrong bed, you should really lay off on the drinking I mean it’s okay tonight because I'm me and this is my bed, but Tora would seriously be pissed if he found you trying to get under the covers with him.” Shou rambled, trying to shakily reason with Hiroto. He tried to reason, really, he did, though his mind wasn't working too reasonably at the moment. But every word seemed to go right over Hiroto's head.
“I know they gave us two beds, but that doesn't mean we have to use them. Hell they could give us three beds..." The other snorted and trailed on happily, snuggling closer to Shou’s shoulder and throwing a leg over his waist.
Biting pursed lips, Shou swiveled around, frantically praying there weren't any other actual entities floating in the dark. His heart was having a hard time coming down from its hammering thump even though there was only Saga and Hiroto.
He finally settled though, relaxing a little because Hiroto was simply too irresistible like this; all humming warmth and soft skin. With a sigh Shou slid uneasily back down, wrapping his arms around the other’s back. Tonight of all nights, after a day-long marathon of ghost hunting and chocolate, he most certainly didn't mind having a needy drunk in bed.
Smiling he allowed himself the pleasure of Hiroto's open arms, hoisting his oversized teddy bear up the bed and half onto his belly - if not for the comfort than at least to take the brunt of whatever supernatural blow waiting to befall them.
He'd just been scared nearly half out of his mind by a stupid drunk. Stupid drunk. Pouting, Shou hugged the smaller man close and didn't resist the urge to burrow his face into Hiroto's hair. Except it was damp, fresh smelling and stuck to his skull. He noticed for the first time the guitarist was dressed in only a bathrobe.
"When did you take a bath, Pon?"
Hiroto responded by nuzzling intimately close against a smooth neck, mumbling something about Ono and onsens. Laughing, Shou relaxed under his soft bundle, cuddling and trying not to think. No ghosts, just some nice, warm Hiropon.
He was ridiculously adorable, Shou had to admit, all touchy-feely, languid-personable drunk; even though sometimes his temper ran short over the simplest issues like this. The vocalist couldn't help but snort imagining Tora in his place, tipsy tiny guitarist worming under the covers and forcing him to share beds. No wonder the older man always got irritated when Hiroto went out drinking alone. Their hawk-eyed guitarist certainly seemed the type to resent such coddling and to lack the patience necessary when handling a touchy drunk. At least if Tora went with Hiroto he wouldn't be sober enough to care about the way they always ended up roomed together. It was actually rather nice once he'd gotten over the initial shock.
That was at least until lazy hands slid up his shirt.
Jerking back from the ice cold touch, Shou ended up tossing Hiroto to one side of the bed.
"What are you doing?"
"But my fingers are cold," the other whined.
"S-Stick them under your armpits," Shou stuttered. Hugs and snuggling he was willing to put up with, but more? He wasn't allowed more, that would just be wrong.
He attempted to wrap the inebriated fool in a separate cocoon of blankets, more so Hiroto could keep his hands to himself than to keep warm, but that turned out to be a miserable failure. Hiroto was unwilling and uncooperative and now he was flopping his limbs every which way. He ought to just go sleep in Hiroto's bed and leave the other here. Sighing, Shou kicked at the bundle; he was too tired for this. But Hiroto seemed to have more productive ideas in mind for the night. Abruptly, he crawled out from his cotton encasings and pushed the older man back, moving in to settle comfortably on Shou's stomach. He could practically feel Hiroto's warm nakedness between a parted bathrobe and his thin t-shirt.
A wave of hopelessness filled him as the smaller man continued his advances.
"Tora why are you being so mean to me?" Hiroto pouted, trying to pull at Shou's shirt only to have his hands batted away. He resorted to using his face, wrists captured between long fingers. Hiroto's resilience knew no bounds. Leaning down and unsteadily searching with his lips, Hiroto managed to drag Shou into a sloppy kiss.
That was it. Arching, Shou pushed and flipped Hiroto clean off the bed.
"I'm not Tora!" he repeated, slightly out of breath from fighting off the other's drunken seduction.
With an "Oomph!" Hiroto disappeared off the edge of the bed.
"You don't like me anymore!" Hiroto wailed, fat tears dripping down red cheeks. "I-I let you... even in the changing rooms!" he blubbered irrationally on the floor, loud enough to possibly leak into the halls, but apparently not loud enough to wake up Saga. The bassist was still dead asleep in the next bed over.
"Nonono!" Shou shushed. "You've got it all wrong, Hiroto!" he pleaded, quietly hoping to silence him before anyone woke up and accused him of harassing Pon.
Lit by light from the adjoining streets, the dark hotel room made things difficult to see, but Shou was sure if he could, he wouldn't be able to ignore those tears. Not that he could either way. Crawling over he peered into the dark.
"I like you Pon, don't worry."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Then kiss me."
"What?!"
"I-I j-just want a kiss. Y-You always let me..."
Panicking at the increasingly wet words, Shou did the quickest thing he could think of. Forcing himself to cup Hiroto's cheek close, he leaned in and planted a sweet peck on the other's lips - it was just like fanservice, he reasoned. In his head, Shou was wondering if Tora really did let Hiroto do whatever.
Wet and reeking beer, the younger's lips were beguilingly tender to the touch. Groaning, Shou pulled away before more could happen. Why couldn't he just get some sleep? Sitting back, he tried to push Hiroto off even as full lips parted and fingers reached out for more.
"What are you doing?"
A growl sounded from the door. Suddenly the room was filled with burning light, a switch flicked and revealing the pair caught red-handed in what looked to be a heated make-out session; sheets were twisted, blankets and pillows askew, and Hiroto's fingers now graced the inside of Shou's thighs.
"Tora?"
Hiroto looked slightly confused.
Giving Shou something close to a possessive pout and angry look, he grabbed Hiroto from behind and hauled him off to their room.
"Mine," he snarled half-unconvincingly, half-pleadingly, maybe not too sure himself.
"Y-Yours? Yours?!" Shou called after the retreating figure. Tora's? Since when?!
"Just- S-SHUT UP!" he shouted defensively, slamming the two bathroom doors between them.
OH LOOK, AN ALTERNATIVE ENDING 8D
Contributed by tingedwords How fancy~
A/N:
LOL? Hiroto made Tora come out of the closet... early XD
Originally this was going to be for aliceinfiction and their prompt 'Lying Kisses' but I fail at deadlines, obviously @_@ And yes, dear lord there ARE MORE fics that will get posted after this. At least it's only one a day right? Don't want to get too annoying XD;
No really, I'm sorry for the spam.
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