December Challenge 22 - Escape Attempt #5
Title - Escape Attempt #5
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG-13
Word Count - 977
Characters - Gackt, Jon
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Jon is still trying to escape, and he has a new idea
Jon wasn’t about to give up. He had another plan of action - distract Gackt and sneak out when he wasn’t looking.
The first distraction he tried, was alcohol.
“This,” Jon said as he placed a heavy bottle on the table in the bedroom he was sharing with Gackt, “is the strongest vodka in all of Europe. It’s expensive and rare and they say that anyone who drinks it will be unconscious after two glasses. Want to drink three glasses with me?”
Gackt looked up from his Mac and stared at the bottle. “You know that I’m not drinking during this tour.”
Jon did know that, but he was hoping he could still tempt Gackt by appealing to his competitive nature. “You’re only saying that because you know can’t manage three glasses. I know I could.”
“I’m sure I could handle more than you,” Gackt replied.
Jon smiled. “Then prove it.”
“Wrap the bottle up, take it back to Japan and I’ll gladly prove it.”
Jon’s smile slipped. “Why not here and now?”
“Because I’m not drinking,” Gackt repeated. “And no amount of teasing will make me change my mind.”
“You’re just scared because you know you won’t win,” Jon said.
“Jon,” Gackt said slowly, “if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to get me unconscious.”
“Now, why would I want that?” Jon said with a defeated sigh.
“Why indeed…” Gackt questioned, smirking as he went back to his Mac.
*~*~*~
The second distraction, was women.
“Let’s go out and find some girls!”
“Excuse me?” Gackt asked, putting down his eyeliner.
“Yeah, let’s go to a bar, find some pretty girls, hit on them and have some fun! It’s been awhile huh?”
Thanks to the tour rehearsals, the tour itself and Gackt’s constant stalking of Jon, it really had been sometime since either of them had had sex. Jon thought that a night of hot sex was something Gackt wouldn’t turn down. He also remembered all of those interviews where Gackt said that he slept more with a woman beside him.
It was his chance.
“It’s been too long,” Gackt agreed. “Far too long.”
“So let’s go!” Jon said eagerly. “The night is still young!”
Gackt looked at the clock. It was just after midnight and he knew that most of the clubs in the city would only just be getting started.
“It is young,” Gackt agreed, “but not young enough.”
“The clubs will just be getting started,” Jon said.
“I know,” Gackt answered. “But we have a 7am wake up call.”
“What does that matter?” Jon asked. “You only sleep for three hours anyway. That’s plenty of time!”
“Ahh,” Gackt said with a sly smile, “I’m not talking about sleeping.”
Jon paused. Did he want to ask? “Then what are you talking about?”
“It’s been a long time,” Gackt explained, “nothing less than the full eight hours will satisfy me right now. I think I’ll wait until I have an eight hour window in my schedule.”
“When’s that likely to be?!”
“Hmm,” Gackt hummed as he thought, “end of the tour, maybe. I’m busy and I have a lot of things, and people, to take care of.”
And by people, Jon knew that Gackt meant him.
*~*~*~
The third distraction, was a last resort.
“Gackt…” Jon said slowly.
“Yes…?” Gackt replied equally slowly.
“You know that I really respect you, right?”
“Of course you do,” Gackt replied. “Everyone does.”
“Well…um…” Jon had hoped that this would have been easer. “I really respect you as an artist and as a person.”
“Thank you,” Gackt said with an amused smile on his face.
“I also think that you’re pretty hot,” Jon said, the last word sticking in his throat slightly. “You like guys, right?”
Gackt’s smile grew even wider. “Occasionally.”
“I remember you saying when I first joined the band that you thought I had a hot body.”
“You do,” Gackt agreed.
“So why don’t we, er, have sex?”
Gackt tilted his head and looked Jon up and down. The American felt naked under that scrutinising gaze, and was seriously reconsidering his decision to proposition Gackt. Jon wasn’t gay, but if it would earn him his freedom, he thought that he could grin and bear it. It was Gackt after all, he was pretty enough.
“That wasn’t a very romantic way of asking me, Jon.”
“How should I have asked you?”
“Hmm, maybe you should have kissed me first.”
Jon’s eyes widened slightly, but he made no other sign that he was feeling rather nervous. Of course, kissing Gackt would be the least of his worries if he was to go through with this, but he had been hoping that Gackt would take the lead and he could just follow. Having to actually instigate something was more than he expected.
Gackt was seated on his bed in the room they shared, with his long legs stretched out and back against the headboard. He was simply waiting, that smirk still present on his face, as he watched Jon take a few tentative steps towards him.
Jon took a deep breath. He could do this. He could close his eyes, and pretend those plush lips belonged to a woman. He could feel those delicate cheekbones and that soft skin and not worry about what was coming.
He was American, dammit! Not afraid of anything!
He leaned down, getting closer to Gackt’s lips with every passing second. The smell of Platinum Egoist was so strong now that Jon could almost taste it, and he could feel Gackt’s hot breath against his face. His lips brushed Gackt’s and…
…Gackt pushed him away.
“Sorry, Jon,” Gackt said, “but I can’t have sex with anyone who has hairy legs.”
Jon’s heart was beating so fast he barely heard what Gackt said.
This was one escape attempt that he was glad had failed.
~owari
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG-13
Word Count - 977
Characters - Gackt, Jon
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Jon is still trying to escape, and he has a new idea
Jon wasn’t about to give up. He had another plan of action - distract Gackt and sneak out when he wasn’t looking.
The first distraction he tried, was alcohol.
“This,” Jon said as he placed a heavy bottle on the table in the bedroom he was sharing with Gackt, “is the strongest vodka in all of Europe. It’s expensive and rare and they say that anyone who drinks it will be unconscious after two glasses. Want to drink three glasses with me?”
Gackt looked up from his Mac and stared at the bottle. “You know that I’m not drinking during this tour.”
Jon did know that, but he was hoping he could still tempt Gackt by appealing to his competitive nature. “You’re only saying that because you know can’t manage three glasses. I know I could.”
“I’m sure I could handle more than you,” Gackt replied.
Jon smiled. “Then prove it.”
“Wrap the bottle up, take it back to Japan and I’ll gladly prove it.”
Jon’s smile slipped. “Why not here and now?”
“Because I’m not drinking,” Gackt repeated. “And no amount of teasing will make me change my mind.”
“You’re just scared because you know you won’t win,” Jon said.
“Jon,” Gackt said slowly, “if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to get me unconscious.”
“Now, why would I want that?” Jon said with a defeated sigh.
“Why indeed…” Gackt questioned, smirking as he went back to his Mac.
*~*~*~
The second distraction, was women.
“Let’s go out and find some girls!”
“Excuse me?” Gackt asked, putting down his eyeliner.
“Yeah, let’s go to a bar, find some pretty girls, hit on them and have some fun! It’s been awhile huh?”
Thanks to the tour rehearsals, the tour itself and Gackt’s constant stalking of Jon, it really had been sometime since either of them had had sex. Jon thought that a night of hot sex was something Gackt wouldn’t turn down. He also remembered all of those interviews where Gackt said that he slept more with a woman beside him.
It was his chance.
“It’s been too long,” Gackt agreed. “Far too long.”
“So let’s go!” Jon said eagerly. “The night is still young!”
Gackt looked at the clock. It was just after midnight and he knew that most of the clubs in the city would only just be getting started.
“It is young,” Gackt agreed, “but not young enough.”
“The clubs will just be getting started,” Jon said.
“I know,” Gackt answered. “But we have a 7am wake up call.”
“What does that matter?” Jon asked. “You only sleep for three hours anyway. That’s plenty of time!”
“Ahh,” Gackt said with a sly smile, “I’m not talking about sleeping.”
Jon paused. Did he want to ask? “Then what are you talking about?”
“It’s been a long time,” Gackt explained, “nothing less than the full eight hours will satisfy me right now. I think I’ll wait until I have an eight hour window in my schedule.”
“When’s that likely to be?!”
“Hmm,” Gackt hummed as he thought, “end of the tour, maybe. I’m busy and I have a lot of things, and people, to take care of.”
And by people, Jon knew that Gackt meant him.
*~*~*~
The third distraction, was a last resort.
“Gackt…” Jon said slowly.
“Yes…?” Gackt replied equally slowly.
“You know that I really respect you, right?”
“Of course you do,” Gackt replied. “Everyone does.”
“Well…um…” Jon had hoped that this would have been easer. “I really respect you as an artist and as a person.”
“Thank you,” Gackt said with an amused smile on his face.
“I also think that you’re pretty hot,” Jon said, the last word sticking in his throat slightly. “You like guys, right?”
Gackt’s smile grew even wider. “Occasionally.”
“I remember you saying when I first joined the band that you thought I had a hot body.”
“You do,” Gackt agreed.
“So why don’t we, er, have sex?”
Gackt tilted his head and looked Jon up and down. The American felt naked under that scrutinising gaze, and was seriously reconsidering his decision to proposition Gackt. Jon wasn’t gay, but if it would earn him his freedom, he thought that he could grin and bear it. It was Gackt after all, he was pretty enough.
“That wasn’t a very romantic way of asking me, Jon.”
“How should I have asked you?”
“Hmm, maybe you should have kissed me first.”
Jon’s eyes widened slightly, but he made no other sign that he was feeling rather nervous. Of course, kissing Gackt would be the least of his worries if he was to go through with this, but he had been hoping that Gackt would take the lead and he could just follow. Having to actually instigate something was more than he expected.
Gackt was seated on his bed in the room they shared, with his long legs stretched out and back against the headboard. He was simply waiting, that smirk still present on his face, as he watched Jon take a few tentative steps towards him.
Jon took a deep breath. He could do this. He could close his eyes, and pretend those plush lips belonged to a woman. He could feel those delicate cheekbones and that soft skin and not worry about what was coming.
He was American, dammit! Not afraid of anything!
He leaned down, getting closer to Gackt’s lips with every passing second. The smell of Platinum Egoist was so strong now that Jon could almost taste it, and he could feel Gackt’s hot breath against his face. His lips brushed Gackt’s and…
…Gackt pushed him away.
“Sorry, Jon,” Gackt said, “but I can’t have sex with anyone who has hairy legs.”
Jon’s heart was beating so fast he barely heard what Gackt said.
This was one escape attempt that he was glad had failed.
~owari