December Challenge 20 - Enough for Now
Title - Enough for Now
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG-13
Word Count - 996
Pairing - Gackt x You
Characters - You, Gackt
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt has returned from promotion earlier than expected, and You is hopeful
When Gackt arrived back at the hotel room after his busy promotion day a full two hours earlier than You expected, and before midnight, You was feeling very hopeful. It had been a long time since the two of them had been able to have any time alone together and You was, if he was being honest, feeling slightly neglected.
It wasn’t Gackt’s fault, he knew that (he still hated it though), and they’d been able to snatch half an hour here, twenty minutes there as the tour had progressed, but it wasn’t enough. A quick fumble in a bathroom, where they didn’t even have time to get fully naked was good occasionally (and fun and exciting and hot and would keep him smiling all day), but it became slightly monotonous when the last four months had been filled with nothing but those hasty encounters.
Maybe, they could use this extra two hours (or even more…) to explore each other’s bodies properly, like they had used to. Maybe, they could even find the time to just lie there naked and sated and talk about whatever random things entered their (well, Gackt’s) mind.
When Gackt immediately started stripping off his clothes as soon as the hotel room door had shut, not caring where they fell, You was a little surprised, but thought it was a good thing (although he’d rather have peeled those tight jeans down Gackt’s thighs himself). Gackt smiled at him, said hello, and then went straight into the bathroom. A few seconds later, You heard the sound of the shower running.
You sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for Gackt to finish (and tried to ignore those images in his mind of a naked Gackt running his hands all over his body as he washed himself). Gackt always showered after finishing a day of work and as much as You would have loved to have joined him, Gackt didn’t appreciate fooling around in the shower when he was actually trying to get clean and fresh (when in the right mood, Gackt loved getting dirty in the shower, however).
Fifteen minutes later Gackt re-emerged, towelling his hair dry and otherwise naked. Truly naked, You noted, as the make up, contact lenses and accessories had also been discarded in the bathroom alongside his clothes (You always mentally called this naked Gackt his Gackt, but he knew better than to say that out loud).
Gackt dropped the wet towel on the floor, gave You a chaste peck on the cheek, muttered that he was tired and collapsed into bed. Before You had even registered the light kiss, Gackt was asleep.
You sighed as he stood up and began collecting the clothes and towels that Gackt had littered all over the floor. He should have recognised that Gackt was tired as everything about the singer’s demeanour since he’d entered the bedroom had screamed that he was tired, but You had been so focused and hopeful that he’d actually get to spend some time with Gackt, that he’d ignored it (he ignored a lot of things when Gackt was around).
You wasn’t tired, but he didn’t want to disturb Gackt by doing something noisy, so he quickly undressed and lay down next to Gackt. Gackt had spent too many nights alone in that huge bed of his to be a cuddly sleeper, and You regretted that (whenever he waited for Gackt to fall sleep and then tried to cuddle him, he’d get a sleepy elbow in his face). Gackt cuddled when watching a movie on his huge TV screen (You loved that, but it interrupted his popcorn eating) and after sex (he loved that even more), but not when asleep.
Unless Gackt was cold, that is.
You grabbed the air conditioner remote from the table next to the bed, where he’d left it earlier, and switched the cool air on. He felt slightly guilty for doing so as he was technically manipulating Gackt into cuddling with him, but he told himself that a little light manipulation had never hurt anyone before (and Gackt was the master at manipulating him into doing things. Consider it payback).
It took five minutes for the room to cool enough for Gackt to stir. He was still asleep, but he gripped the thin sheets that covered his body that little bit tighter. You shuffled over and as expected, Gackt reached out for the heat source that was so close to his chilled skin.
You stared at the ceiling as he wrapped his long arms around Gackt. He was in a relationship with one of the sexiest men in Japan (You had plenty of magazine and web polls saved to prove just exactly how sexy the general public thought his boyfriend was), but his sex life was dictated to by work, work and more work. You was pretty sure that the old woman (why hadn’t she retired yet?) who had cleaned their room earlier that day and looked at him disapprovingly because only one of the room’s double beds had been slept in probably had more frequent sex than he did (damn, he had forgotten to mess the other bed up. He hoped no rumours would start about how Gackt shared a bed with his guitarist).
But maybe this wasn’t so bad. It felt good to spend some actual time with Gackt when he was awake enough to appreciate it (okay, Gackt was asleep but one battle at a time). Gackt’s head was a reassuring weight on his chest and You could feel the still wet strands of Gackt’s hair tickling his throat. He switched the air con off.
You closed his eyes. He had some alone time with Gackt (no sex, but they were still alone) and Gackt was in his arms (Gackt didn’t know it, but he wasn’t pulling away either despite the fact that the room was rapidly warming). It wasn’t perfect, but it was enough for now.
~owari
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG-13
Word Count - 996
Pairing - Gackt x You
Characters - You, Gackt
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt has returned from promotion earlier than expected, and You is hopeful
When Gackt arrived back at the hotel room after his busy promotion day a full two hours earlier than You expected, and before midnight, You was feeling very hopeful. It had been a long time since the two of them had been able to have any time alone together and You was, if he was being honest, feeling slightly neglected.
It wasn’t Gackt’s fault, he knew that (he still hated it though), and they’d been able to snatch half an hour here, twenty minutes there as the tour had progressed, but it wasn’t enough. A quick fumble in a bathroom, where they didn’t even have time to get fully naked was good occasionally (and fun and exciting and hot and would keep him smiling all day), but it became slightly monotonous when the last four months had been filled with nothing but those hasty encounters.
Maybe, they could use this extra two hours (or even more…) to explore each other’s bodies properly, like they had used to. Maybe, they could even find the time to just lie there naked and sated and talk about whatever random things entered their (well, Gackt’s) mind.
When Gackt immediately started stripping off his clothes as soon as the hotel room door had shut, not caring where they fell, You was a little surprised, but thought it was a good thing (although he’d rather have peeled those tight jeans down Gackt’s thighs himself). Gackt smiled at him, said hello, and then went straight into the bathroom. A few seconds later, You heard the sound of the shower running.
You sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for Gackt to finish (and tried to ignore those images in his mind of a naked Gackt running his hands all over his body as he washed himself). Gackt always showered after finishing a day of work and as much as You would have loved to have joined him, Gackt didn’t appreciate fooling around in the shower when he was actually trying to get clean and fresh (when in the right mood, Gackt loved getting dirty in the shower, however).
Fifteen minutes later Gackt re-emerged, towelling his hair dry and otherwise naked. Truly naked, You noted, as the make up, contact lenses and accessories had also been discarded in the bathroom alongside his clothes (You always mentally called this naked Gackt his Gackt, but he knew better than to say that out loud).
Gackt dropped the wet towel on the floor, gave You a chaste peck on the cheek, muttered that he was tired and collapsed into bed. Before You had even registered the light kiss, Gackt was asleep.
You sighed as he stood up and began collecting the clothes and towels that Gackt had littered all over the floor. He should have recognised that Gackt was tired as everything about the singer’s demeanour since he’d entered the bedroom had screamed that he was tired, but You had been so focused and hopeful that he’d actually get to spend some time with Gackt, that he’d ignored it (he ignored a lot of things when Gackt was around).
You wasn’t tired, but he didn’t want to disturb Gackt by doing something noisy, so he quickly undressed and lay down next to Gackt. Gackt had spent too many nights alone in that huge bed of his to be a cuddly sleeper, and You regretted that (whenever he waited for Gackt to fall sleep and then tried to cuddle him, he’d get a sleepy elbow in his face). Gackt cuddled when watching a movie on his huge TV screen (You loved that, but it interrupted his popcorn eating) and after sex (he loved that even more), but not when asleep.
Unless Gackt was cold, that is.
You grabbed the air conditioner remote from the table next to the bed, where he’d left it earlier, and switched the cool air on. He felt slightly guilty for doing so as he was technically manipulating Gackt into cuddling with him, but he told himself that a little light manipulation had never hurt anyone before (and Gackt was the master at manipulating him into doing things. Consider it payback).
It took five minutes for the room to cool enough for Gackt to stir. He was still asleep, but he gripped the thin sheets that covered his body that little bit tighter. You shuffled over and as expected, Gackt reached out for the heat source that was so close to his chilled skin.
You stared at the ceiling as he wrapped his long arms around Gackt. He was in a relationship with one of the sexiest men in Japan (You had plenty of magazine and web polls saved to prove just exactly how sexy the general public thought his boyfriend was), but his sex life was dictated to by work, work and more work. You was pretty sure that the old woman (why hadn’t she retired yet?) who had cleaned their room earlier that day and looked at him disapprovingly because only one of the room’s double beds had been slept in probably had more frequent sex than he did (damn, he had forgotten to mess the other bed up. He hoped no rumours would start about how Gackt shared a bed with his guitarist).
But maybe this wasn’t so bad. It felt good to spend some actual time with Gackt when he was awake enough to appreciate it (okay, Gackt was asleep but one battle at a time). Gackt’s head was a reassuring weight on his chest and You could feel the still wet strands of Gackt’s hair tickling his throat. He switched the air con off.
You closed his eyes. He had some alone time with Gackt (no sex, but they were still alone) and Gackt was in his arms (Gackt didn’t know it, but he wasn’t pulling away either despite the fact that the room was rapidly warming). It wasn’t perfect, but it was enough for now.
~owari