Samurai Flamenco - Perpetual [Gotoyoshi]
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scriveynerTitle: Perpetual
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Mari
Rating: T
Length: 506
Summary:
Masayoshi had never really thought about sex before. He knew it existed, in an abstract form - there had been mentions in biology class and he was reasonable sure there had been something akin to sex ed. at some point in his academic career - but it had never concerned him. It never came up among his heroes, after all - there were the occasional light romantic plots, but he usually glossed right over them since they had little to do with his ultimate pursuit of justice.
But now there was Gotou-san, and now there was the realization that the strange bubbly feeling he got when he saw Gotou-san was something else entirely. Whenever he laughed at Masayoshi, or rolled his eyes and got exasperated, or even when he wasn’t aware Masayoshi’s eyes were on him and he would look off somewhere in the distance and smile fondly … all of those things made the feelings bubble and fizz in his gut like a shaken-up soda bottle.
Masayoshi would think about pressing his entire body up against Gotou’s, to feel the warmth and the breadth of him and then his entire face would go scarlet at the thought. The last thing he wanted was to have to ask Ishihara about this - this was love too, he knew, but it wasn’t the same sort of thing and yet … it was.
Ultimately it was Mari who drove the entire thing home for him in her customary blunt fashion - eyeing him from the other side of the table, deceptively cute in her performing outfit. “You guys totally haven’t even had sex,” she said, chin in hands and watching his reaction smugly. “Why don’t you just give up already, you’re such a freak.”
Oh. Of course it would be something so simple. Masayoshi rubbed his hand across his nose and blushed; he thought about tucking his face against Gotou’s neck and blushed harder. He met Mari’s eye and grinned. “No,” he said, feeling a bit unlike himself. “We haven’t. Yet.” Emphasis on the last word, feel a little bit smug about the flush that appeared on Mari’s face - angry or embarrassed or maybe just a little bit of both.
He loved Gotou, he was certain of that fact, and had been for a while. That he wanted to have sex with him - well, he was going to have to think about that for a while longer. And maybe do some research.
“You’ve got a gross expression on your face,” Mari said, and Masayoshi grinned.
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Outside the koban, Gotou sneezed suddenly, twice, in quick succession.
“Someone is thinking of you,” Totsuka called from inside the building.
“Yeah,” Gotou said, and sniffed. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Mari
Rating: T
Length: 506
Summary:
Masayoshi had never really thought about sex before. He knew it existed, in an abstract form - there had been mentions in biology class and he was reasonable sure there had been something akin to sex ed. at some point in his academic career - but it had never concerned him. It never came up among his heroes, after all - there were the occasional light romantic plots, but he usually glossed right over them since they had little to do with his ultimate pursuit of justice.
But now there was Gotou-san, and now there was the realization that the strange bubbly feeling he got when he saw Gotou-san was something else entirely. Whenever he laughed at Masayoshi, or rolled his eyes and got exasperated, or even when he wasn’t aware Masayoshi’s eyes were on him and he would look off somewhere in the distance and smile fondly … all of those things made the feelings bubble and fizz in his gut like a shaken-up soda bottle.
Masayoshi would think about pressing his entire body up against Gotou’s, to feel the warmth and the breadth of him and then his entire face would go scarlet at the thought. The last thing he wanted was to have to ask Ishihara about this - this was love too, he knew, but it wasn’t the same sort of thing and yet … it was.
Ultimately it was Mari who drove the entire thing home for him in her customary blunt fashion - eyeing him from the other side of the table, deceptively cute in her performing outfit. “You guys totally haven’t even had sex,” she said, chin in hands and watching his reaction smugly. “Why don’t you just give up already, you’re such a freak.”
Oh. Of course it would be something so simple. Masayoshi rubbed his hand across his nose and blushed; he thought about tucking his face against Gotou’s neck and blushed harder. He met Mari’s eye and grinned. “No,” he said, feeling a bit unlike himself. “We haven’t. Yet.” Emphasis on the last word, feel a little bit smug about the flush that appeared on Mari’s face - angry or embarrassed or maybe just a little bit of both.
He loved Gotou, he was certain of that fact, and had been for a while. That he wanted to have sex with him - well, he was going to have to think about that for a while longer. And maybe do some research.
“You’ve got a gross expression on your face,” Mari said, and Masayoshi grinned.
Outside the koban, Gotou sneezed suddenly, twice, in quick succession.
“Someone is thinking of you,” Totsuka called from inside the building.
“Yeah,” Gotou said, and sniffed. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
