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scriveynerTitle: and the story goes
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 705
Summary: "What!?"
He’d waited until the commercial break, when Masayoshi leaned back into the couch and sighed blissfully, eyes sliding closed. This week’s episode was actually a repeat, but Gotou knew from experience that Masayoshi watched every episode with the same intensity – reruns perhaps even more so; looking for more detail, watching more carefully now that he knew somewhat where the story was going. The only light in the room was the television set, save for the dim glow of a low light kept on in the kitchen, and what little city light eked its way around the drawn, heavy curtains. He still wasn’t quite comfortable with their new home – if he closed his eyes he could easily imagine himself back at the beginning, in Masayoshi’s old apartment. The shape of the couch was all wrong though – so was the direction of the program, displayed on an actual television and not via a projector – and really, Gotou wasn’t interested in traveling backwards in time – when they were in Masayoshi’s apartment he never would have twisted on the couch and snagged Masayoshi, tugging him closer with a firm motion.
Masayoshi had had his eyes closed and reacted about as well as could be expected to a sudden nocturnal assault – but Gotou was expecting that as well, fielding the flailing limbs with practiced ease as he hauled Masayoshi across the cushions. Masayoshi huffed out an annoyed noise, thwapping his head back into Gotou’s shoulder as Gotou arranged him across his lap better. “What?”
Once Gotou had realized that he was permitted to be affectionate, to touch and tease Masayoshi as much as he wanted to, it became a struggle to not be touching him. Gotou carded his fingers through Masayoshi’s hair and sighed happily, his breath warm on the side of Masayoshi’s neck. Masayoshi shivered a bit and he smiled at the reaction. Gotou wasn’t entirely certain at what point he’d dismissed the need for human contact – years before he’d met Masayoshi, at least – but he was allowed this. Masayoshi sighed in response, even if his sigh was a touch more exasperated and put-upon, in a ‘my husband is being clingy again’ sort of vein. However he relaxed back against Gotou, and when Gotou slipped his other hand down to rest on Masayoshi’s chest, he covered it with one of his own hands.
“You are so ridiculous,” Masayoshi said softly. Gotou smiled and kissed the side of his head.
“I’m not ridiculous, you’re ridiculous,” he murmured. He could feel the steady beat of Masayoshi’s heart under his hand, comforting and strong. He nuzzled Masayoshi again and brushed his lips over his ear. “When this is over,” he said, speaking softly enough that Masayoshi had to still to make sure he heard every syllable. “Want to go stretch our legs?”
“Out for a walk?” Masayoshi lolled his head back, and grinned. “We could do a quick patrol! It’s been a while, I’m not as used to this neighborhood-” He stopped and frowned when he realized that Gotou had pressed his face into Masayoshi’s hair and was trying to stifle his laughter. “What?” Masayoshi said impatiently. “You’re the one who suggested we go out!”
Gotou weighed the pros and cons of explaining the innuendo to Masayoshi, and decided against it. “It’s not a patrol, Masayoshi,” he said instead. “It’s just a walk.”
“It’s always a patrol,” Masayoshi said insistently, and then elbowed Gotou roughly in the solar plexus. “Shh,” he said preemptively, as the show returned from commercial break. Gotou wheezed a little, then laughed into Masayoshi’s hair again, warm and content, before he too returned his attention to the television. He didn’t remember how this episode ended.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 705
Summary: "What!?"
He’d waited until the commercial break, when Masayoshi leaned back into the couch and sighed blissfully, eyes sliding closed. This week’s episode was actually a repeat, but Gotou knew from experience that Masayoshi watched every episode with the same intensity – reruns perhaps even more so; looking for more detail, watching more carefully now that he knew somewhat where the story was going. The only light in the room was the television set, save for the dim glow of a low light kept on in the kitchen, and what little city light eked its way around the drawn, heavy curtains. He still wasn’t quite comfortable with their new home – if he closed his eyes he could easily imagine himself back at the beginning, in Masayoshi’s old apartment. The shape of the couch was all wrong though – so was the direction of the program, displayed on an actual television and not via a projector – and really, Gotou wasn’t interested in traveling backwards in time – when they were in Masayoshi’s apartment he never would have twisted on the couch and snagged Masayoshi, tugging him closer with a firm motion.
Masayoshi had had his eyes closed and reacted about as well as could be expected to a sudden nocturnal assault – but Gotou was expecting that as well, fielding the flailing limbs with practiced ease as he hauled Masayoshi across the cushions. Masayoshi huffed out an annoyed noise, thwapping his head back into Gotou’s shoulder as Gotou arranged him across his lap better. “What?”
Once Gotou had realized that he was permitted to be affectionate, to touch and tease Masayoshi as much as he wanted to, it became a struggle to not be touching him. Gotou carded his fingers through Masayoshi’s hair and sighed happily, his breath warm on the side of Masayoshi’s neck. Masayoshi shivered a bit and he smiled at the reaction. Gotou wasn’t entirely certain at what point he’d dismissed the need for human contact – years before he’d met Masayoshi, at least – but he was allowed this. Masayoshi sighed in response, even if his sigh was a touch more exasperated and put-upon, in a ‘my husband is being clingy again’ sort of vein. However he relaxed back against Gotou, and when Gotou slipped his other hand down to rest on Masayoshi’s chest, he covered it with one of his own hands.
“You are so ridiculous,” Masayoshi said softly. Gotou smiled and kissed the side of his head.
“I’m not ridiculous, you’re ridiculous,” he murmured. He could feel the steady beat of Masayoshi’s heart under his hand, comforting and strong. He nuzzled Masayoshi again and brushed his lips over his ear. “When this is over,” he said, speaking softly enough that Masayoshi had to still to make sure he heard every syllable. “Want to go stretch our legs?”
“Out for a walk?” Masayoshi lolled his head back, and grinned. “We could do a quick patrol! It’s been a while, I’m not as used to this neighborhood-” He stopped and frowned when he realized that Gotou had pressed his face into Masayoshi’s hair and was trying to stifle his laughter. “What?” Masayoshi said impatiently. “You’re the one who suggested we go out!”
Gotou weighed the pros and cons of explaining the innuendo to Masayoshi, and decided against it. “It’s not a patrol, Masayoshi,” he said instead. “It’s just a walk.”
“It’s always a patrol,” Masayoshi said insistently, and then elbowed Gotou roughly in the solar plexus. “Shh,” he said preemptively, as the show returned from commercial break. Gotou wheezed a little, then laughed into Masayoshi’s hair again, warm and content, before he too returned his attention to the television. He didn’t remember how this episode ended.
