Dream Call
Title - Dream Call
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG-13
Word Count - 1,145
Characters - Gackt, Jon
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Jon has a nice dream, but telling Gackt about it might not be a good idea...
“Nice dream?”
Jon rolled his shoulders and stretched his legs as his sleep fogged mind began to clear. He was sat on one of the far too comfortable couches in Gackt’s living room, and the long day of recording, the recent hectic schedule and thirty minutes of silence and alone time as Gackt took a phone call from his management had resulted in Jon falling asleep.
Those couches really were just too comfortable.
“Hey, G,” Jon said with a yawn, “yeah, I think it was nice.”
“You seemed to be enjoying it,” Gackt said with a smile, “I could hear you from the hallway.”
Jon closed his eyes and groaned. He had always been prone to sleep talking and usually said the most embarrassing things in his dreams. He almost didn’t want to ask. “What did I say?”
“Hmm, let me think,” Gackt said. “I think it was something like ‘ohhhh….ahhhhh… that feels so good…. keep doing that baby…’”
Jon groaned even louder. “We’ve been busy with the tour, it’s been awhile, okay?”
Gackt burst into laughter and took a seat on the arm of the couch, next to Jon. “I’m not judging you, I just hope it was as good as it sounded.”
Jon scratched the back of his neck as his mind tried to latch onto the last lingering parts of the dream. “It was good… I remember it now.”
“Tell me,” Gackt said.
“She was beautiful,” Jon said softly. “Stunning big eyes you could get lost in, fierce cheekbones, lovely long hair and a really sexy mouth with big, full, pouty lips that were just made to wrap around things… if you understand my meaning.”
Gackt chuckled. “If I didn’t, I think your sleep moans would have made it obvious.”
“It’s strange though,” Jon said in a confused tone of voice, “I saw her face so clearly. I usually only see the faces of people I know in my dreams, but I didn’t recognise her at all.”
Gackt thought for a few seconds. “Maybe she was someone you’ve only seen in passing? Maybe in the street or at a live? You didn’t pay attention to her consciously, but she sneaked into your sub-conscious all the same.”
“Must be,” Jon answered. “Man, that sucks. I dream of a hot chick that’s awesome in bed and I have no idea who she is or how to find her.”
“Yeah, you’re fucked,” Gackt said with a smile.
“Thanks,” Jon responded. “I always appreciate your support.”
Gackt just smiled.
They fell into a comfortable silence. Jon’s eyes were beginning to slip shut again, but his sleep was interrupted by Gackt’s voice.
“Jon,” Gackt said slowly, “is that your dream woman on the table?”
Jon looked at the coffee table in front of him. There were usually random magazines scattered on its surface of all types, from Gackt’s gadget and car magazines to his sister’s fashion magazines and today was no different.
And there, half hidden by the lyrics Jon had been reading before he fell asleep, was the beautiful face of his dream woman.
“Yes!” Jon exclaimed, “that’s her! Is that a fashion magazine? She must be a model. I knew she had to be, somebody that stunning couldn’t be anything else.”
Gackt chuckled. “Mystery solved.”
“Hey, you know a lot of model types,” Jon said, “do you know her?”
“Me?” Gackt asked. Jon nodded in agreement. “Hmm, I guess you could say that I do know her pretty well, yeah.”
Jon paused. “You’ve had sex with her, haven’t you? Man, you get all of the hot chicks.”
“Kind of,” Gackt said.
“What do you mean kind of?” Jon asked. “You either have or you haven’t.”
“Kind of,” Gackt repeated with a grin.
“I want to know everything,” Jon said, “every detail and everything you know about her. Name, profession, your history with her…”
“Jon,” Gackt said firmly.
Jon stared at the photo of the beautiful woman on the table. “I know it’s creepy of me to care so much, but that dream was something else.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Why? I just want to know more about the woman I had incredible dream sex with. She was amazing and…”
“It’s me,” Gackt sighed.
“Huh?” Jon said, his mouth dropping open. “Don’t fuck with me.”
Gackt leaned forward and removed the song lyrics that were partially covering the photo. “I wanted to show Takumi the emoticons in the lyrics and forgot to put it away. It’s my…”
“…Koakuma Heaven single,” Jon said slowly as the truth began to become clear. “I had dream sex with Lucy Camui. I had hot dream sex with you, in drag.”
“Yes, you did,” Gackt said, barely containing his laughter at the distraught look on Jon’s face. “But hey, at least it was good, right?”
“Shut up,” Jon said through gritted teeth.
“What did you say? That I have ‘big eyes you can get lost in’?”
Jon groaned and buried his head in his hands. “Must have been all of that Photoshop.”
Gackt ignored him. “You like my 'fierce cheekbones'?”
“Shut the fuck up, G”, Jon could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
“And what was the other thing?” Gackt said, enjoying Jon’s discomfort and embarrassment far too much, “oh yes. That my ‘big, full, pouty lips were made to wrap around things’. What things were you thinking of, Jon?”
Jon’s embarrassment lifted slightly when one well timed and well placed push sent Gackt flying off the arm of the couch he had been perched on and caused Gackt to land in an undignified heap on the floor.
“Comfortable down there, G?” Jon asked with a smirk.
“No wonder you’re single if that’s how you treat your dream woman,” Gackt said, rubbing the point of his elbow where it had connected with the hard wooden floor. “That was uncalled for.”
“You deserved it. I work with you and spend my free time either training or drinking with you. My dreams were my escape and now you’re invading those!”
“Don’t blame me for your perverted subconscious,” Gackt said, rising to his knees so that he could be more comfortable on the floor.
“Fuck,” Jon groaned as he slid down the couch slightly and covered his head with one of the cushions that sat beside him, “best sex I’ve had in months and it was with you!”
“I still have the wig, you know,” Gackt grinned. “I can go and get it and pretend to be Lucy for you.”
“You’re a freak, you know that?” Jon said, lifting the cushion from his head so that he could glare at Gackt.
Gackt smirked and shuffled closer to the couch. “Maybe. But you’re the one staring at my big, full, pouty lips and imagining things.”
Jon hit Gackt in the head with the cushion so hard that the thud could be heard in the next room.
~owari
Notes
1) Title comes from the iTunes app where Gackt calls you.
2) I love writing non-sexual YFC fic where they're all just trolling each other.
3) Advent soon *worries*
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG-13
Word Count - 1,145
Characters - Gackt, Jon
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Jon has a nice dream, but telling Gackt about it might not be a good idea...
“Nice dream?”
Jon rolled his shoulders and stretched his legs as his sleep fogged mind began to clear. He was sat on one of the far too comfortable couches in Gackt’s living room, and the long day of recording, the recent hectic schedule and thirty minutes of silence and alone time as Gackt took a phone call from his management had resulted in Jon falling asleep.
Those couches really were just too comfortable.
“Hey, G,” Jon said with a yawn, “yeah, I think it was nice.”
“You seemed to be enjoying it,” Gackt said with a smile, “I could hear you from the hallway.”
Jon closed his eyes and groaned. He had always been prone to sleep talking and usually said the most embarrassing things in his dreams. He almost didn’t want to ask. “What did I say?”
“Hmm, let me think,” Gackt said. “I think it was something like ‘ohhhh….ahhhhh… that feels so good…. keep doing that baby…’”
Jon groaned even louder. “We’ve been busy with the tour, it’s been awhile, okay?”
Gackt burst into laughter and took a seat on the arm of the couch, next to Jon. “I’m not judging you, I just hope it was as good as it sounded.”
Jon scratched the back of his neck as his mind tried to latch onto the last lingering parts of the dream. “It was good… I remember it now.”
“Tell me,” Gackt said.
“She was beautiful,” Jon said softly. “Stunning big eyes you could get lost in, fierce cheekbones, lovely long hair and a really sexy mouth with big, full, pouty lips that were just made to wrap around things… if you understand my meaning.”
Gackt chuckled. “If I didn’t, I think your sleep moans would have made it obvious.”
“It’s strange though,” Jon said in a confused tone of voice, “I saw her face so clearly. I usually only see the faces of people I know in my dreams, but I didn’t recognise her at all.”
Gackt thought for a few seconds. “Maybe she was someone you’ve only seen in passing? Maybe in the street or at a live? You didn’t pay attention to her consciously, but she sneaked into your sub-conscious all the same.”
“Must be,” Jon answered. “Man, that sucks. I dream of a hot chick that’s awesome in bed and I have no idea who she is or how to find her.”
“Yeah, you’re fucked,” Gackt said with a smile.
“Thanks,” Jon responded. “I always appreciate your support.”
Gackt just smiled.
They fell into a comfortable silence. Jon’s eyes were beginning to slip shut again, but his sleep was interrupted by Gackt’s voice.
“Jon,” Gackt said slowly, “is that your dream woman on the table?”
Jon looked at the coffee table in front of him. There were usually random magazines scattered on its surface of all types, from Gackt’s gadget and car magazines to his sister’s fashion magazines and today was no different.
And there, half hidden by the lyrics Jon had been reading before he fell asleep, was the beautiful face of his dream woman.
“Yes!” Jon exclaimed, “that’s her! Is that a fashion magazine? She must be a model. I knew she had to be, somebody that stunning couldn’t be anything else.”
Gackt chuckled. “Mystery solved.”
“Hey, you know a lot of model types,” Jon said, “do you know her?”
“Me?” Gackt asked. Jon nodded in agreement. “Hmm, I guess you could say that I do know her pretty well, yeah.”
Jon paused. “You’ve had sex with her, haven’t you? Man, you get all of the hot chicks.”
“Kind of,” Gackt said.
“What do you mean kind of?” Jon asked. “You either have or you haven’t.”
“Kind of,” Gackt repeated with a grin.
“I want to know everything,” Jon said, “every detail and everything you know about her. Name, profession, your history with her…”
“Jon,” Gackt said firmly.
Jon stared at the photo of the beautiful woman on the table. “I know it’s creepy of me to care so much, but that dream was something else.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Why? I just want to know more about the woman I had incredible dream sex with. She was amazing and…”
“It’s me,” Gackt sighed.
“Huh?” Jon said, his mouth dropping open. “Don’t fuck with me.”
Gackt leaned forward and removed the song lyrics that were partially covering the photo. “I wanted to show Takumi the emoticons in the lyrics and forgot to put it away. It’s my…”
“…Koakuma Heaven single,” Jon said slowly as the truth began to become clear. “I had dream sex with Lucy Camui. I had hot dream sex with you, in drag.”
“Yes, you did,” Gackt said, barely containing his laughter at the distraught look on Jon’s face. “But hey, at least it was good, right?”
“Shut up,” Jon said through gritted teeth.
“What did you say? That I have ‘big eyes you can get lost in’?”
Jon groaned and buried his head in his hands. “Must have been all of that Photoshop.”
Gackt ignored him. “You like my 'fierce cheekbones'?”
“Shut the fuck up, G”, Jon could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
“And what was the other thing?” Gackt said, enjoying Jon’s discomfort and embarrassment far too much, “oh yes. That my ‘big, full, pouty lips were made to wrap around things’. What things were you thinking of, Jon?”
Jon’s embarrassment lifted slightly when one well timed and well placed push sent Gackt flying off the arm of the couch he had been perched on and caused Gackt to land in an undignified heap on the floor.
“Comfortable down there, G?” Jon asked with a smirk.
“No wonder you’re single if that’s how you treat your dream woman,” Gackt said, rubbing the point of his elbow where it had connected with the hard wooden floor. “That was uncalled for.”
“You deserved it. I work with you and spend my free time either training or drinking with you. My dreams were my escape and now you’re invading those!”
“Don’t blame me for your perverted subconscious,” Gackt said, rising to his knees so that he could be more comfortable on the floor.
“Fuck,” Jon groaned as he slid down the couch slightly and covered his head with one of the cushions that sat beside him, “best sex I’ve had in months and it was with you!”
“I still have the wig, you know,” Gackt grinned. “I can go and get it and pretend to be Lucy for you.”
“You’re a freak, you know that?” Jon said, lifting the cushion from his head so that he could glare at Gackt.
Gackt smirked and shuffled closer to the couch. “Maybe. But you’re the one staring at my big, full, pouty lips and imagining things.”
Jon hit Gackt in the head with the cushion so hard that the thud could be heard in the next room.
~owari
Notes
1) Title comes from the iTunes app where Gackt calls you.
2) I love writing non-sexual YFC fic where they're all just trolling each other.
3) Advent soon *worries*