[fic] Iwamoto x Watanabe - Before the Dawn - [1/1]
Title: Before the Dawn
Author: BG
Pairing: Iwamoto Hikaru x Watanabe Shota
Ratings: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
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I sighed for the umpteenth time that night and rolled over onto my back again. I blinked, staring up at the ceiling I couldn’t really see. I kicked off my blankets and sighed again. I couldn’t get to sleep. I don’t know why, I had been so tired earlier in the evening. We had been scolded already by one of the tour managers. We had been told in no uncertain terms to get to sleep.
It wasn’t that I had trouble sleeping in hotel rooms. In the short time I’ve been a junior, I have participated in numerous concerts and many times I’ve roomed with members of my group.
It wasn’t even like Watanabe snored. In fact I couldn’t even hear him breathing but if I turned to my right I could see his chest rise and fall in deep measured breaths.
I sighed and rolled over again.
“I swear to all things holy, if you don’t stay still I will kill you.”
My breath caught in my throat. Watanabe hadn’t opened his eyes, he hadn’t even moved but I heard the promise in his voice and froze obligingly.
I just can’t get comfortable at all. I keep replaying images that sear at my soul and make breathing difficult. I see him undressing. I see him dressed in naught but his towel. I see his grin and his laughing eyes. I see him dripping wet and I see him getting changed, walking around in his flashy underwear. It’s driving me insane.
I jerked when the covers shifted and I stiffened as I felt him climb into my bed. His warm fingers stole over my skin and made me shiver, his arm resting over my hip as he curled into me. His head tucked under my chin as he pulled himself tight against me. His lips brushed my collarbone as he whispered to me.
“Be still. Sleep.”
I’d have rolled my eyes in exasperation if I wasn’t so busy being absolutely terrified. How could I possible be still with his arms around me? How can I possible be still with the memory of my arms around him?
I always only ever want more.
“Sleep. Before the dawn, close your eyes.”
I shivered in his arms and he held me tighter.
“I’ll still be here when you wake with the morning.”
I wanted to protest that that wasn’t what I was worried about, not that I was worried at all. It’s just when he is near me, I can’t think of anything else and it’s scary. I never really realized how much I like being with him until suddenly I never wanted to be away from him.
“Hold me.”
His words are whispered against my skin and I fold his slight frame into my arms. He shivers and his fingers tighten their hold across my back. I want to stay this way always.
AN: So out of character T_______T
Author: BG
Pairing: Iwamoto Hikaru x Watanabe Shota
Ratings: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
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I sighed for the umpteenth time that night and rolled over onto my back again. I blinked, staring up at the ceiling I couldn’t really see. I kicked off my blankets and sighed again. I couldn’t get to sleep. I don’t know why, I had been so tired earlier in the evening. We had been scolded already by one of the tour managers. We had been told in no uncertain terms to get to sleep.
It wasn’t that I had trouble sleeping in hotel rooms. In the short time I’ve been a junior, I have participated in numerous concerts and many times I’ve roomed with members of my group.
It wasn’t even like Watanabe snored. In fact I couldn’t even hear him breathing but if I turned to my right I could see his chest rise and fall in deep measured breaths.
I sighed and rolled over again.
“I swear to all things holy, if you don’t stay still I will kill you.”
My breath caught in my throat. Watanabe hadn’t opened his eyes, he hadn’t even moved but I heard the promise in his voice and froze obligingly.
I just can’t get comfortable at all. I keep replaying images that sear at my soul and make breathing difficult. I see him undressing. I see him dressed in naught but his towel. I see his grin and his laughing eyes. I see him dripping wet and I see him getting changed, walking around in his flashy underwear. It’s driving me insane.
I jerked when the covers shifted and I stiffened as I felt him climb into my bed. His warm fingers stole over my skin and made me shiver, his arm resting over my hip as he curled into me. His head tucked under my chin as he pulled himself tight against me. His lips brushed my collarbone as he whispered to me.
“Be still. Sleep.”
I’d have rolled my eyes in exasperation if I wasn’t so busy being absolutely terrified. How could I possible be still with his arms around me? How can I possible be still with the memory of my arms around him?
I always only ever want more.
“Sleep. Before the dawn, close your eyes.”
I shivered in his arms and he held me tighter.
“I’ll still be here when you wake with the morning.”
I wanted to protest that that wasn’t what I was worried about, not that I was worried at all. It’s just when he is near me, I can’t think of anything else and it’s scary. I never really realized how much I like being with him until suddenly I never wanted to be away from him.
“Hold me.”
His words are whispered against my skin and I fold his slight frame into my arms. He shivers and his fingers tighten their hold across my back. I want to stay this way always.
AN: So out of character T_______T