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scriveynerTitle: samflam_69min: Sore
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 696
Summary:
The scalding hot water of the bath helped a little, Masayoshi conceded, as he settled down gingerly in the tub. He sighed as he sank into the water, bliss of a different sort; and then rubbed the side of his neck with one hand. Gotou had still been asleep – sprawled out on his stomach and limbs splayed everywhere like a starfish – and didn’t even stir when Masayoshi slithered out of the mess of the sheets and headed toward the bathroom.
Masayoshi was just a tiny bit disappointed that Gotou hadn’t woken when he left the bed. He could have nudged him awake, traced a finger down the curve of his spine and lower, brushed his hand through Gotou’s tousled sleep-hair … but that would have been cheating. Also, Gotou deserved the rest; it wasn’t his fault that Masayoshi couldn’t sleep.
He closed his eyes for a moment and sank lower in the water, trying to will the ache from his muscles. It was a good ache, a satisfying one; but it was an ache nonetheless, and Gotou’s soothing hands did little to massage it all away. Masayoshi sighed, and when he drowsily opened his eyes again it was to see Gotou standing in the open doorway, rubbing a hand over his eyes and squinting at the fluorescent light.
“Gotou-san!” Masayoshi said, startled.
“You weren’t in bed,” Gotou’s voice was that delight husky it got when he first woke, a timbre that sent a special shiver down Masayoshi’s spine. “You okay?”
He hesitated, and Gotou picked up on it, even in his not-quite-at-full-processing-speed status. He padded into the bathroom, wearing nothing but the briefs he’d gone to bed in, and Masayoshi looked away. “Tsk,” Gotou said, and stopped at the edge of the bath. “‘Yoshi, lift up your arm.”
He clamped his arms across his chest. “It’s nothing,” Masayoshi insisted, having gone to bed in a tee shirt and briefs.
“That’s not nothing,” Gotou said softly, and leaned over, grasping for Masayoshi’s arm. Masayoshi slid away, as far as he could go (which wasn’t far), and Gotou growled at him. “You told me they hit you,” Gotou pointed at Masayoshi. “Not about that!”
“It’s nothing,” Masayoshi said again, refusing to show off the injury. “It’s my fault, I wasn’t paying attention, and I didn’t want you freaking out on me.”
Gotou straightened and sighed, pushing his hand back through his hair which did little to settle it. “Stubborn,” he seethed
“It’ll heal,” Masayoshi said insistently. “I’ve had worse!”
“Not something I like to hear,” Gotou muttered, even if he knew it was true. Masayoshi watched him regard the situation, then he sighed again. “Stay put,” he said, and Masayoshi watched him strip off his briefs and throw them in the direction of the laundry.
It didn’t take long for Gotou to rinse off, or join him in the over-large tub. They stared at each other warily, and then Masayoshi let out a little laugh at the situation, the two of them sitting across from each other. “Come here,” Gotou said, gesturing, and Masayoshi went to him.
He settled back against Gotou in the bath, his chest warm and secure. Gotou put one arm gingerly around Masayoshi’s injured side. “You should see someone,” he said, kissing Masayoshi’s shoulder tenderly.
“Already did,” Masayoshi said, eyes slipping closed. “It’s fine, I’ll heal.”
He could feel Gotou’s exasperated sigh, and Masayoshi’s mouth ticked up into a grin. Maybe it was the bathwater, or maybe it was the comforting, solid form that surrounded him, but he was feeling better already.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 696
Summary:
The scalding hot water of the bath helped a little, Masayoshi conceded, as he settled down gingerly in the tub. He sighed as he sank into the water, bliss of a different sort; and then rubbed the side of his neck with one hand. Gotou had still been asleep – sprawled out on his stomach and limbs splayed everywhere like a starfish – and didn’t even stir when Masayoshi slithered out of the mess of the sheets and headed toward the bathroom.
Masayoshi was just a tiny bit disappointed that Gotou hadn’t woken when he left the bed. He could have nudged him awake, traced a finger down the curve of his spine and lower, brushed his hand through Gotou’s tousled sleep-hair … but that would have been cheating. Also, Gotou deserved the rest; it wasn’t his fault that Masayoshi couldn’t sleep.
He closed his eyes for a moment and sank lower in the water, trying to will the ache from his muscles. It was a good ache, a satisfying one; but it was an ache nonetheless, and Gotou’s soothing hands did little to massage it all away. Masayoshi sighed, and when he drowsily opened his eyes again it was to see Gotou standing in the open doorway, rubbing a hand over his eyes and squinting at the fluorescent light.
“Gotou-san!” Masayoshi said, startled.
“You weren’t in bed,” Gotou’s voice was that delight husky it got when he first woke, a timbre that sent a special shiver down Masayoshi’s spine. “You okay?”
He hesitated, and Gotou picked up on it, even in his not-quite-at-full-processing-speed status. He padded into the bathroom, wearing nothing but the briefs he’d gone to bed in, and Masayoshi looked away. “Tsk,” Gotou said, and stopped at the edge of the bath. “‘Yoshi, lift up your arm.”
He clamped his arms across his chest. “It’s nothing,” Masayoshi insisted, having gone to bed in a tee shirt and briefs.
“That’s not nothing,” Gotou said softly, and leaned over, grasping for Masayoshi’s arm. Masayoshi slid away, as far as he could go (which wasn’t far), and Gotou growled at him. “You told me they hit you,” Gotou pointed at Masayoshi. “Not about that!”
“It’s nothing,” Masayoshi said again, refusing to show off the injury. “It’s my fault, I wasn’t paying attention, and I didn’t want you freaking out on me.”
Gotou straightened and sighed, pushing his hand back through his hair which did little to settle it. “Stubborn,” he seethed
“It’ll heal,” Masayoshi said insistently. “I’ve had worse!”
“Not something I like to hear,” Gotou muttered, even if he knew it was true. Masayoshi watched him regard the situation, then he sighed again. “Stay put,” he said, and Masayoshi watched him strip off his briefs and throw them in the direction of the laundry.
It didn’t take long for Gotou to rinse off, or join him in the over-large tub. They stared at each other warily, and then Masayoshi let out a little laugh at the situation, the two of them sitting across from each other. “Come here,” Gotou said, gesturing, and Masayoshi went to him.
He settled back against Gotou in the bath, his chest warm and secure. Gotou put one arm gingerly around Masayoshi’s injured side. “You should see someone,” he said, kissing Masayoshi’s shoulder tenderly.
“Already did,” Masayoshi said, eyes slipping closed. “It’s fine, I’ll heal.”
He could feel Gotou’s exasperated sigh, and Masayoshi’s mouth ticked up into a grin. Maybe it was the bathwater, or maybe it was the comforting, solid form that surrounded him, but he was feeling better already.
