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scriveynerTitle: samflam_69min: Bandaid
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: M
Length: 583
Summary:
He had gone outside to smoke; if Masayoshi had been awake enough to protest he would have complained that the hotel was no-smoking, but he barely stirred when Gotou slipped out from beneath the rumpled sheets. It was warm in the room but hotter outside, the air humid and sticky; the waxing moon reflecting across the water. It wasn’t quiet, the music from the open-air restaurant below carried, muted but joyful, and the continual distant clatter of people carrying on. Gotou leaned his elbows on the metal railing and blew smoke into the thick tropical air.
Contentment was a peculiar feeling. It hung about him oddly, like clothing he hadn’t grown into yet. Gotou leaned his weight on one elbow and ran the other back through his hair, feeling the spikes he made with the gesture stick for a few moments, tacky with sweat.
Without thinking about it, he patted his side pocket, looking for his phone.
It was a trained reaction, something he had done multiple times a day for years. Gotou’s hand encountered smooth, empty pockets on his shorts, and he curled his hand into a fist before resuming his posture leaning on the railing. His cell phone was sitting on the bed-side table, next to Masayoshi’s, screen dark and likely in need of a charge. It was safe there, but that wasn’t why the twinge had caused him to frown. He wanted to tell her….
Gotou took a long drag on the cigarette and held the smoke in his lungs for a while. When he exhaled, he tried for a smoke ring but failed miserably, and laughed to himself a little at the failed effort.
The ash tray was bumped into his arm, and Gotou looked down at it, startled, and then over to a bleary-eyed Masayoshi. Masayoshi yawned and rubbed his eye with one hand, wearing his briefs and nothing else. Well, nothing else aside from his ring. “Th’ hotel is non-smoking,” he said sleepily. “But you’re on th’ balcony.”
“What are you doing up?” Gotou asked, setting the ash tray on the railing and tapping his cigarette into it obediently.
“Missed you,” he said, and leaned against Gotou’s side, resting his head on Gotou’s shoulder. “Bed’s big an’ empty without you.”
“Mm,” Gotou said, and slide his arm along Masayoshi’s waist, to help support him. “Go back to bed,” he said. “I’ll be back in when I’m finished with this cigarette.”
“Love you,” Masayoshi said, and didn’t move until Gotou nudged him back in the direction of the bed. “Come back to bed soon, okay?”
Gotou watched Masayoshi fondly, then glanced back over the distant ocean. He remembered another ocean, a lifetime ago, wintry and cold, and shivered despite himself. Without a word Gotou stubbed his cigarette out in the tray and followed Masayoshi to bed.
As Masayoshi snuggled against him despite the heat, Gotou realized exactly the message that had been banging around his head for days, creeping along and forming into words finally. He kissed the top of Masayoshi’s head and settled against him, letting out a small, satisfied noise.
I hope you can see me smiling, now.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: M
Length: 583
Summary:
He had gone outside to smoke; if Masayoshi had been awake enough to protest he would have complained that the hotel was no-smoking, but he barely stirred when Gotou slipped out from beneath the rumpled sheets. It was warm in the room but hotter outside, the air humid and sticky; the waxing moon reflecting across the water. It wasn’t quiet, the music from the open-air restaurant below carried, muted but joyful, and the continual distant clatter of people carrying on. Gotou leaned his elbows on the metal railing and blew smoke into the thick tropical air.
Contentment was a peculiar feeling. It hung about him oddly, like clothing he hadn’t grown into yet. Gotou leaned his weight on one elbow and ran the other back through his hair, feeling the spikes he made with the gesture stick for a few moments, tacky with sweat.
Without thinking about it, he patted his side pocket, looking for his phone.
It was a trained reaction, something he had done multiple times a day for years. Gotou’s hand encountered smooth, empty pockets on his shorts, and he curled his hand into a fist before resuming his posture leaning on the railing. His cell phone was sitting on the bed-side table, next to Masayoshi’s, screen dark and likely in need of a charge. It was safe there, but that wasn’t why the twinge had caused him to frown. He wanted to tell her….
Gotou took a long drag on the cigarette and held the smoke in his lungs for a while. When he exhaled, he tried for a smoke ring but failed miserably, and laughed to himself a little at the failed effort.
The ash tray was bumped into his arm, and Gotou looked down at it, startled, and then over to a bleary-eyed Masayoshi. Masayoshi yawned and rubbed his eye with one hand, wearing his briefs and nothing else. Well, nothing else aside from his ring. “Th’ hotel is non-smoking,” he said sleepily. “But you’re on th’ balcony.”
“What are you doing up?” Gotou asked, setting the ash tray on the railing and tapping his cigarette into it obediently.
“Missed you,” he said, and leaned against Gotou’s side, resting his head on Gotou’s shoulder. “Bed’s big an’ empty without you.”
“Mm,” Gotou said, and slide his arm along Masayoshi’s waist, to help support him. “Go back to bed,” he said. “I’ll be back in when I’m finished with this cigarette.”
“Love you,” Masayoshi said, and didn’t move until Gotou nudged him back in the direction of the bed. “Come back to bed soon, okay?”
Gotou watched Masayoshi fondly, then glanced back over the distant ocean. He remembered another ocean, a lifetime ago, wintry and cold, and shivered despite himself. Without a word Gotou stubbed his cigarette out in the tray and followed Masayoshi to bed.
As Masayoshi snuggled against him despite the heat, Gotou realized exactly the message that had been banging around his head for days, creeping along and forming into words finally. He kissed the top of Masayoshi’s head and settled against him, letting out a small, satisfied noise.
I hope you can see me smiling, now.
