[FIC] - Snare - Tora/Nao - PG - Oneshot
Title: Snare
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Warnings: romance
Pairings: Tora/Nao
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Written in the patients' waiting room.
Rainchaser's Stories
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A tall guitarist and a drummer were left alone in the studio, it was well past two AM but they felt the mutual urge to find the perfect rhythm for the song still trapped in both of their heads. Tora was sitting on Nao's stool, playing his drums as best as he could with the intention to show him what tune kept beating in his mind. Nao was standing behind him, watching the other man's back and arms flex with strength and enthusiasm. Oh how he adored this man.
Admiration, attraction and a wee bit of jealousy.
Tora could feel how Nao was looking at him, almost staring. He had a little talk with Hiroto a few weeks ago after the younger saw him going out for dinner with Nao. "Glad to see you two dating." he had said, much to Tora's confusion. "Why do you think so?" he had asked, getting a giggled "Because you look like you finally gave in to his wooing." in return. Then, it all changed. He started to think.
Tora couldn't pinpoint what exactly was holding him back. The good friendship they shared? The band? They would be so close all the time, what if they needed a little time apart when things would go wrong. But why would it go wrong? He couldn't make up his mind what to think about the whole thing. Ah, he was confused.
There were all those antics Tora didn't like about Nao. The going-to-toilet-first, the I-need-to-take-a-picture-of-every-meal-and-coffee and, oh, all the coffee he consumed! But... it wasn't something bad, right? He could live with it. Nobody's perfect. Maybe all those antics made Nao perfect.
Who was he trying to fool? He sighed and put the drumsticks down, the rustling of the snare sounding faintly.
"Nao," he started without knowing how to speak further. What was he about to say? He picked one of the sticks back up and spun it between his fingers. "Do you think this could really work?"
"Of course! I can do that!" Nao spoke with enthusiasm. "Maybe I'll have to rearrange my pedals a little, but it's no big deal."
"No," Tora turned around, facing the drummer "that's not what I meant." he stopped the spinning and pointed at himself and then at Nao. "I meant... us."
They had never talked about this, nor had Nao confessed anything to him. It was obvious, anyway. He watched how the drummer's cheeks turned crimson, how he gulped and his smile twitched.
"Oh," he said and struggled with a laugh. "I- I believe so."
Tora looked down at the drumstick in his hand. "But why?" He really wanted to know.
"Why not?" Nao questioned, shifting his stance slightly. His optimism didn't seem to falter, yet he feared Tora would turn him down now that he knew of his affection.
Tora twisted the drumstick a few times, seemingly deep in thought. "Yeah, why not." He wasn't so sure if he actually spoke it out loud, he felt so full of thoughts. He could hear how Nao nervously fiddled with the velcro of his gloves, his hands cradled to his chest. "Why not." He repeated, letting the meaning sink in. He looked up at the agitated man. "Won't know unless we try, ne?"
He watched how Nao held his breath, his every move stilled.
"If- if that's what you want, I mean." Tora stuttered with a lopsided smile.
"It is!" Nao said it a little too loud, a little too fast and as soon as those words passed his lips he felt embarrassed and his cheeks burned even more.
Tora aligned the drumstick to it's mate on the snaredrum and rubbed his palms against jeans clad thighs. "Aren't we - now - supposed to... you know?" He pointed at his mouth, unconsciously licking his lips.
Nao couldn't help it, he had to giggly lightly. "I guess so."
And there, Tora had taken his hand to guide him a little closer, to pull him further down to kiss a kiss so chaste, so hesitant they had to laugh.
"This is awkward."
This is love.
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I feel embarrassed about posting this ._. *crawls into bed*
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Warnings: romance
Pairings: Tora/Nao
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Written in the patients' waiting room.
Rainchaser's Stories
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A tall guitarist and a drummer were left alone in the studio, it was well past two AM but they felt the mutual urge to find the perfect rhythm for the song still trapped in both of their heads. Tora was sitting on Nao's stool, playing his drums as best as he could with the intention to show him what tune kept beating in his mind. Nao was standing behind him, watching the other man's back and arms flex with strength and enthusiasm. Oh how he adored this man.
Admiration, attraction and a wee bit of jealousy.
Tora could feel how Nao was looking at him, almost staring. He had a little talk with Hiroto a few weeks ago after the younger saw him going out for dinner with Nao. "Glad to see you two dating." he had said, much to Tora's confusion. "Why do you think so?" he had asked, getting a giggled "Because you look like you finally gave in to his wooing." in return. Then, it all changed. He started to think.
Tora couldn't pinpoint what exactly was holding him back. The good friendship they shared? The band? They would be so close all the time, what if they needed a little time apart when things would go wrong. But why would it go wrong? He couldn't make up his mind what to think about the whole thing. Ah, he was confused.
There were all those antics Tora didn't like about Nao. The going-to-toilet-first, the I-need-to-take-a-picture-of-every-meal-and-coffee and, oh, all the coffee he consumed! But... it wasn't something bad, right? He could live with it. Nobody's perfect. Maybe all those antics made Nao perfect.
Who was he trying to fool? He sighed and put the drumsticks down, the rustling of the snare sounding faintly.
"Nao," he started without knowing how to speak further. What was he about to say? He picked one of the sticks back up and spun it between his fingers. "Do you think this could really work?"
"Of course! I can do that!" Nao spoke with enthusiasm. "Maybe I'll have to rearrange my pedals a little, but it's no big deal."
"No," Tora turned around, facing the drummer "that's not what I meant." he stopped the spinning and pointed at himself and then at Nao. "I meant... us."
They had never talked about this, nor had Nao confessed anything to him. It was obvious, anyway. He watched how the drummer's cheeks turned crimson, how he gulped and his smile twitched.
"Oh," he said and struggled with a laugh. "I- I believe so."
Tora looked down at the drumstick in his hand. "But why?" He really wanted to know.
"Why not?" Nao questioned, shifting his stance slightly. His optimism didn't seem to falter, yet he feared Tora would turn him down now that he knew of his affection.
Tora twisted the drumstick a few times, seemingly deep in thought. "Yeah, why not." He wasn't so sure if he actually spoke it out loud, he felt so full of thoughts. He could hear how Nao nervously fiddled with the velcro of his gloves, his hands cradled to his chest. "Why not." He repeated, letting the meaning sink in. He looked up at the agitated man. "Won't know unless we try, ne?"
He watched how Nao held his breath, his every move stilled.
"If- if that's what you want, I mean." Tora stuttered with a lopsided smile.
"It is!" Nao said it a little too loud, a little too fast and as soon as those words passed his lips he felt embarrassed and his cheeks burned even more.
Tora aligned the drumstick to it's mate on the snaredrum and rubbed his palms against jeans clad thighs. "Aren't we - now - supposed to... you know?" He pointed at his mouth, unconsciously licking his lips.
Nao couldn't help it, he had to giggly lightly. "I guess so."
And there, Tora had taken his hand to guide him a little closer, to pull him further down to kiss a kiss so chaste, so hesitant they had to laugh.
"This is awkward."
This is love.
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I feel embarrassed about posting this ._. *crawls into bed*