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scriveynerTitle: then grab it
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: M
Length: 348
Summary: It was still really, really weird to think of Gotou-san like THAT.
It was still really, really weird to think of Gotou-san like THAT.
For one, mentally he hadn’t chucked the ’-san’ off of his name yet. Masayoshi shifted on the cushion uncomfortably and sighed. He had trained himself out of several things as a model, including running his hand through his hair when he was antsy, but fidgeting he hadn’t entirely eliminated. He would only be alone a few moments - there were people everywhere and soon he would be distracted and he wouldn’t be able to think about -
- Gotou leaning out of the bathroom door, skin still slick from the shower, asking Masayoshi to throw him a clean pair of underwear, he forgot to take some in with him -
Masayoshi covered the bottom half of his face with one hand and tried desperately to will the blood out of his cheeks. They’d been living together for several months now, hell - they slept in the same BED, he should be completely inured to this by now but he had frozen in place in the tiny kitchen and it was only the fact that Gotou had rolled his eyes and just stormed out of the bathroom to fetch his own underwear that had saved him.
Gotou - completely naked, just like it was nothing. It should have been nothing. Masayoshi was still frozen in place when he slammed the door again, and that was a good thing because all he wanted to do was to grab Gotou by the arm, slam him backward against the wall and grind into him and those were the complete opposite of appropriate thoughts for a hero to have on a work-day.
These were the complete opposite of appropriate thoughts to be having at work, too. Masayoshi tried desperately to clear his mind. He had to get through the day today, and then tonight they were going to go out to dinner and then maybe, maybe -
… this blush was never going to go away.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: M
Length: 348
Summary: It was still really, really weird to think of Gotou-san like THAT.
It was still really, really weird to think of Gotou-san like THAT.
For one, mentally he hadn’t chucked the ’-san’ off of his name yet. Masayoshi shifted on the cushion uncomfortably and sighed. He had trained himself out of several things as a model, including running his hand through his hair when he was antsy, but fidgeting he hadn’t entirely eliminated. He would only be alone a few moments - there were people everywhere and soon he would be distracted and he wouldn’t be able to think about -
- Gotou leaning out of the bathroom door, skin still slick from the shower, asking Masayoshi to throw him a clean pair of underwear, he forgot to take some in with him -
Masayoshi covered the bottom half of his face with one hand and tried desperately to will the blood out of his cheeks. They’d been living together for several months now, hell - they slept in the same BED, he should be completely inured to this by now but he had frozen in place in the tiny kitchen and it was only the fact that Gotou had rolled his eyes and just stormed out of the bathroom to fetch his own underwear that had saved him.
Gotou - completely naked, just like it was nothing. It should have been nothing. Masayoshi was still frozen in place when he slammed the door again, and that was a good thing because all he wanted to do was to grab Gotou by the arm, slam him backward against the wall and grind into him and those were the complete opposite of appropriate thoughts for a hero to have on a work-day.
These were the complete opposite of appropriate thoughts to be having at work, too. Masayoshi tried desperately to clear his mind. He had to get through the day today, and then tonight they were going to go out to dinner and then maybe, maybe -
… this blush was never going to go away.
