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scriveynerTitle: samflam_69min: Hiccup
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 776
Summary:
Masayoshi sat in a formal position on his knees. He did that often when he first came in, it took a little while before he relaxed, and Gotou often thought it just a little bit endearing … most of the time. Tonight, however, Masayoshi’s back was straight and his hands were curled into fists on his knees, and he was staring at Gotou, like he expected Gotou to turn into an elephant or something. He was trying his level best to ignore that, but, it was hard.
“Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said finally, firmly, saving him the expended energy to ask what bug crawled up his ass today. “You’re drunk.”
Which, okay, that was fair because he was drunk, but Masayoshi had just walked in the door not ten minutes ago and the first thing he says is ‘you’re drunk?’ That was rude. Gotou was seated on the floor, back against the bed, and he rubbed the back of his hand over his nose angrily. “I’m not,” he said carefully, measure the words. “I’m not dru-”
Mid-word, the air vacated his lungs in an entirely different matter as his diaphragm betrayed him vocally. Gotou hiccuped, and slapped his hand over his mouth, horrified.
Masayoshi gaped at him.
“I’m not dr-” Gotou started to protest, but the hiccup caught him again unguarded, even with his hand partially over his mouth. “God dammit,” he said vehemently, and held his breath.
“You’re got the hiccups,” Masayoshi said, a little awed.
“Shut up,” Gotou muttered, and hiccuped. “You had the hiccups just last week when Ishihara fed you champagne.” He only broke once in the middle of that thought for hiccuping again, which was good, because it was rather a long thought. Gotou resumed holding his breath, although that didn’t seem to work.
“That wasn’t Ishihara,” Masayoshi said. “That was you who kept putting glasses of champagne in my hand, Gotou-san.” His brow furrowed. “Were you trying to get me drunk to do nasty things?”
“What? No!” Gotou hiccuped. It was a little beside the face that they had done 'nasty things’ as Masayoshi put it, but the intention was more to get him drunk so they could escape the function early, not specifically to get laid. “That was just an added bonus,” he said out loud without thinking about it. “You get really soft and relaxed when you’re drunk.”
Gotou looked at Masayoshi and realized he had turned very red. “You’re red,” he said, and hiccuped again. “God dammit.”
“Do you?” Masayoshi asked, looking away just a little.
“Do I what?” Gotou said, concentrating hard and trying to win the battle against his hiccups with sheer determination to stop hiccuping.
“Get …soft and relaxed?” Masayoshi said. “When you’re drunk?”
Gotou’s face flushed darker than just the intoxication. “No!” he said, but had no where to go when Masayoshi crawled forward, intent on him.
“You’re lying,” Masayoshi said, and it sounded more menacing than he probably meant it. Or maybe Gotou was just too wasted to tell the difference.
Masayoshi was in his space already, and Gotou was having a hard time breathing. “I’m not!” Masayoshi really was far too close, blue eyes gleaming in the low light of Gotou’s apartment. There was a long moment of silence, the anticipation mounting, something crackling in the air between them.
Then Masayoshi sat back on his heels — still far too close to Gotou, but out of his immediate space. “Your hiccups are gone, Gotou-san!”
Gotou inhaled slowly … they were. There was a tinge of disappointment now, he wasn’t sure what he was waiting for Masayoshi to do but since it didn’t happen, he exhaled a sigh of relief. He couldn’t quite keep it from his voice though, even with the short syllables of his reply. “Sure enough.”
Masayoshi’s expression slid into something akin to 'wicked’, which was really disconcerting on someone as innocent as he. “Good,” he said, lunging forward and grabbing Gotou by the front of the shirt.
Oh, Gotou thought, as Masayoshi kissed him. Yes.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 776
Summary:
Masayoshi sat in a formal position on his knees. He did that often when he first came in, it took a little while before he relaxed, and Gotou often thought it just a little bit endearing … most of the time. Tonight, however, Masayoshi’s back was straight and his hands were curled into fists on his knees, and he was staring at Gotou, like he expected Gotou to turn into an elephant or something. He was trying his level best to ignore that, but, it was hard.
“Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said finally, firmly, saving him the expended energy to ask what bug crawled up his ass today. “You’re drunk.”
Which, okay, that was fair because he was drunk, but Masayoshi had just walked in the door not ten minutes ago and the first thing he says is ‘you’re drunk?’ That was rude. Gotou was seated on the floor, back against the bed, and he rubbed the back of his hand over his nose angrily. “I’m not,” he said carefully, measure the words. “I’m not dru-”
Mid-word, the air vacated his lungs in an entirely different matter as his diaphragm betrayed him vocally. Gotou hiccuped, and slapped his hand over his mouth, horrified.
Masayoshi gaped at him.
“I’m not dr-” Gotou started to protest, but the hiccup caught him again unguarded, even with his hand partially over his mouth. “God dammit,” he said vehemently, and held his breath.
“You’re got the hiccups,” Masayoshi said, a little awed.
“Shut up,” Gotou muttered, and hiccuped. “You had the hiccups just last week when Ishihara fed you champagne.” He only broke once in the middle of that thought for hiccuping again, which was good, because it was rather a long thought. Gotou resumed holding his breath, although that didn’t seem to work.
“That wasn’t Ishihara,” Masayoshi said. “That was you who kept putting glasses of champagne in my hand, Gotou-san.” His brow furrowed. “Were you trying to get me drunk to do nasty things?”
“What? No!” Gotou hiccuped. It was a little beside the face that they had done 'nasty things’ as Masayoshi put it, but the intention was more to get him drunk so they could escape the function early, not specifically to get laid. “That was just an added bonus,” he said out loud without thinking about it. “You get really soft and relaxed when you’re drunk.”
Gotou looked at Masayoshi and realized he had turned very red. “You’re red,” he said, and hiccuped again. “God dammit.”
“Do you?” Masayoshi asked, looking away just a little.
“Do I what?” Gotou said, concentrating hard and trying to win the battle against his hiccups with sheer determination to stop hiccuping.
“Get …soft and relaxed?” Masayoshi said. “When you’re drunk?”
Gotou’s face flushed darker than just the intoxication. “No!” he said, but had no where to go when Masayoshi crawled forward, intent on him.
“You’re lying,” Masayoshi said, and it sounded more menacing than he probably meant it. Or maybe Gotou was just too wasted to tell the difference.
Masayoshi was in his space already, and Gotou was having a hard time breathing. “I’m not!” Masayoshi really was far too close, blue eyes gleaming in the low light of Gotou’s apartment. There was a long moment of silence, the anticipation mounting, something crackling in the air between them.
Then Masayoshi sat back on his heels — still far too close to Gotou, but out of his immediate space. “Your hiccups are gone, Gotou-san!”
Gotou inhaled slowly … they were. There was a tinge of disappointment now, he wasn’t sure what he was waiting for Masayoshi to do but since it didn’t happen, he exhaled a sigh of relief. He couldn’t quite keep it from his voice though, even with the short syllables of his reply. “Sure enough.”
Masayoshi’s expression slid into something akin to 'wicked’, which was really disconcerting on someone as innocent as he. “Good,” he said, lunging forward and grabbing Gotou by the front of the shirt.
Oh, Gotou thought, as Masayoshi kissed him. Yes.
