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Title: Come Pick Me Up
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fonulyn
Rating: PG
Pairing: Toshiya/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Toshiya is out with his friends and Die is prepared to have a nice, slow evening while he’s home alone. He barely has the time to even relax before his plans take a turn he didn’t expect. Sometimes the people you think of are just even closer than you expect.
Comments:
fonulyn: So this is now the companion piece to Cold No More, hence has the same background story: sick_pride was wonderful enough to give me some prompt pictures, and seinen_no picked this one saying she wanted a drabble on that. This is now the second one, the version where Toshiya is the one sending the message instead ;) I liked writing two different things on the same prompt picture, and now I kind of want to do it again XD Another way would be that I’d write a fic on the same prompt pic as someone else at the same time… but now I’m babbling so I’ll just shut up and let you get to the fic x)
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Come Pick Me Up
Die’s bare feet were padding on the floor as he crossed the apartment on his way from bathroom to the kitchen. There was only a big fluffy towel wrapped around his hips, another towel around his hair as he’d been too lazy to blow-dry it yet. Small droplets of water were still shimmering on the white skin on his back and his chest. This was exactly how he enjoyed lazy evenings at home; some workout, a long shower and then parking his butt in front of the TV with a cold beer in his hand. It wasn’t that long ago that he would’ve rather hit the clubs and gotten drunk, but now he found that these home evenings were getting more and more frequent.
‘I must be getting old’, he snorted out loud at his own thoughts, shaking his head a bit. Yet, the next second he already admitted himself that it might be the case, even. He did enjoy this slow relaxation a lot these days. Or then he had just simply grown up and too old for the teenaged alcohol consumption habits. Whatever it was, one reason for the change definitely was the fact that he was in a steady relationship. Which had happened like… twice during his whole life before this and it was all pretty new to him. To wake up next to someone each – or at least almost each – morning, to share his home and his whole life. And he kind of liked it.
Especially since he got to share his life with Toshiya. The man had been the constant target of his interest for ages now, he refused to even count how long since it made him feel just unbearably old. Yet now they had actually managed to do something about it, and ever since they took the first step things had developed almost frighteningly fast. How else would he explain the fact that they were already living together after less than two months of dating? Now it had been almost a year though, and the decision had never felt better. It felt so weird to even talk about dating, really, as nothing much had changed. They had always spent much time together, had been hanging out together and gone out clubbing, or had gotten together in the evening to play Nintendo and drink heaps of beer.
They had been close for ages, so the transition from friendship to actually dating had been barely there. There was nothing that told those times apart from these except for the sex. Oh, yes. The amazing, mind-blowing, sensational sex. Now that Die thought of it, he had to actually stop in mid-movement as he was digging out a cold beer from the fridge. He allowed his eyes to slide shut, focusing on the nice, no, hot moments they had spent together. So, after all, things had changed pretty much. At least he wouldn’t have wanted to imagine going back to the times before that amazing sex. Then there were of course the little gestures they exchanged, something that had quickly grown between them. He did enjoy those a hell lot too! With a little chuckle, Die finally straightened and closed the door of the fridge, that long awaited can of beer safely in his palm.
He left his drink in the living room on his way, to await him on the coffee table right in front of their worn couch – which had been the constant topic of debates ever since he had moved in with the bassist as he wanted to get rid of the damn thing while Toshiya claimed it was perfectly comfortable – when he’d get back. It was so late that he only threw on a t-shirt and his boxers, rubbing his hair furiously with the towel before discarding it somewhere on the floor – another thing that Toshiya would initiate a play-fight over, claiming he was always the only one cleaning up although they both knew it wasn’t even true.
When Die finally got back into the living room, sat down on the couch and with a content sigh reached for his beer, his mobile phone beeped demandingly on the table. Without even looking, he knew he had gotten a message, and he even knew it was probably from Toshiya. The younger man had gone out with some old friends, and since Die knew none of them he had decided to rather skip it. He would’ve felt like an outsider anyways, as much as the bunch always tried to include him. Still he was always only referred to as ‘Toshiya’s pretty boyfriend’ and while he didn’t mind the description, at all, he thought that they could as well slowly learn his name.
Reaching for his phone, the guitarist flipped it open and skimmed through the received message. Not that there was much to read anyways, it was basically only one sentence:
/Im drunk and i love you/
Reading it made Die smile though, and shake his head to himself. Oh yes, he could’ve predicted both of those. Yet it did feel good to read it too, that the other man was thinking of him even now that he was out with his friends. Quickly, he typed his response and sent it while sipping his cool beer. /Don’t your friends keep you busy enough? Love you too, goof./ It made him grin, and although they didn’t exactly over-use those three little very clichéd words, it made this certain wave of warmth go through him as he just even thought of it now. Yes, he was getting old. Definitely.
It only took a minute for the reply to come. /No. I miss you and i wanna get home/
Now that made Die frown and he didn’t know where it came from at all. Wanted to get home? Wasn’t he having fun with his friends? Although, it had been only planned to meet over dinner and maybe continue somewhere shortly, as Toshiya’s friends were all from out of town and had to still get back home tonight. They sometimes did cut it short, and one glance at the clock told Die it was already a bit past ten so it could be they had already split up. Curious, he typed his reply. /Then come home. Need me to come pick you up?/
This time, the reply was clear and simple /Yep!/ and Die didn’t even waste the time for a reply before he already got up. He gave his beer one longing glance, thinking that it was such a shame he had only managed to open it and now he already had to leave it all alone. Yet, he had a mission and he would need to fill it. For once he didn’t stand in front of the wardrobe for ages, trying to decide what to wear, but instead grabbed the first pair of sliced jeans that he happened to find, pulling on a long sleeved dark shirt of some band he didn’t even remember ever listening to. Maybe it was Toshiya’s. In a matter of minutes, he was ready and headed to the door while typing a message to the other man, so he would know where to get him.
He was just about to send the message as he swung the door open and stepped outside. But that was the point when he almost got a heart attack. Yes, getting old, it was official now. He almost tripped over a set of long legs stretched out and when he looked down, already prepared to yell at whoever it was that had tripped him, he was brought face to face with his own darling boyfriend. Toshiya was grinning brightly, his cheeks flushed and he had definitely been drinking a few. The first thing to cross Die’s mind was just how extremely gorgeous the bassist looked like this, all relaxed and happy. Of course those black glasses, firm muscles and a body of a Greek god didn’t exactly harm in creating that perfect image…
“Tosh!” Die demanded though, trying his best to look somewhat irritated. “What the heck are you doing here? Didn’t you just tell me you wanted me to come pick you up?” While speaking he deleted the message he had been writing and slipped the phone into his pocket, already digging out his keys to re-open the door he had managed to slam shut even in the midst of his surprise there.
Toshiya just giggled, shaking his head so his curls – Die had never understood why the other man insisted on curling the long fringe of his hair – were almost flowing around his face. “You can pick me up now too!” He announced, the giggles turning into those familiar cackles that were so typical for him. He even reached out his hands, moving his fingers to emphasize that he wanted to be lifted up from the floor.
Die released a huge sigh, reaching down to grab the other man below his armpits so he could yank him up. The bassist stumbled a little, almost falling right against the other man but that didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. He simply wrapped his arms around Die, planting a wet kiss straight on his lips. It was more than enough to make Die smile again, and he couldn’t keep the amusement away from his voice as he sneaked his arms around the younger man in turn. “Why didn’t you come inside? You made me get dressed and leave my beer, totally in vain.” Although he did aim for the mock-reproachful tone, the words came out far too soft to be taken seriously.
That elicited more merry giggles from the bassist, who was obviously in an enormously good mood for whatever reason. “I forgot my keys!” So that was the explanation. Die spared himself the response to the next logical question he could’ve asked about why the other man didn’t think of ringing the doorbell or something. He didn’t have much time to even say anything at all though, not before Toshiya went on while tugging on his boyfriend’s jacket. “Besides, it’s much more fun to get you out of these when you’re wearing more than only a t-shirt!”
Undeniable logic. Yes. At least Die had nothing to argue that with, nor did he even want to. “Alright, you genius,” he smirked as he tightened the hold he had of the younger man, practically lifting him up so he could sway into the apartment together with his precious burden. “Let’s get inside and I’ll get you a beer too.” He winked. “There’s hockey on TV.”
“Pfft,” Toshiya chuckled as he only clung on to the other man, swaying his legs merrily as he noticed they didn’t touch the ground. “I’ll give you something much more interesting to watch.”
That, was an offer Die was not going to pass. Never in a million years.
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Author:
fonulynRating: PG
Pairing: Toshiya/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Toshiya is out with his friends and Die is prepared to have a nice, slow evening while he’s home alone. He barely has the time to even relax before his plans take a turn he didn’t expect. Sometimes the people you think of are just even closer than you expect.
Comments:
fonulyn: So this is now the companion piece to Cold No More, hence has the same background story: sick_pride was wonderful enough to give me some prompt pictures, and seinen_no picked this one saying she wanted a drabble on that. This is now the second one, the version where Toshiya is the one sending the message instead ;) I liked writing two different things on the same prompt picture, and now I kind of want to do it again XD Another way would be that I’d write a fic on the same prompt pic as someone else at the same time… but now I’m babbling so I’ll just shut up and let you get to the fic x)
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Die’s bare feet were padding on the floor as he crossed the apartment on his way from bathroom to the kitchen. There was only a big fluffy towel wrapped around his hips, another towel around his hair as he’d been too lazy to blow-dry it yet. Small droplets of water were still shimmering on the white skin on his back and his chest. This was exactly how he enjoyed lazy evenings at home; some workout, a long shower and then parking his butt in front of the TV with a cold beer in his hand. It wasn’t that long ago that he would’ve rather hit the clubs and gotten drunk, but now he found that these home evenings were getting more and more frequent.
‘I must be getting old’, he snorted out loud at his own thoughts, shaking his head a bit. Yet, the next second he already admitted himself that it might be the case, even. He did enjoy this slow relaxation a lot these days. Or then he had just simply grown up and too old for the teenaged alcohol consumption habits. Whatever it was, one reason for the change definitely was the fact that he was in a steady relationship. Which had happened like… twice during his whole life before this and it was all pretty new to him. To wake up next to someone each – or at least almost each – morning, to share his home and his whole life. And he kind of liked it.
Especially since he got to share his life with Toshiya. The man had been the constant target of his interest for ages now, he refused to even count how long since it made him feel just unbearably old. Yet now they had actually managed to do something about it, and ever since they took the first step things had developed almost frighteningly fast. How else would he explain the fact that they were already living together after less than two months of dating? Now it had been almost a year though, and the decision had never felt better. It felt so weird to even talk about dating, really, as nothing much had changed. They had always spent much time together, had been hanging out together and gone out clubbing, or had gotten together in the evening to play Nintendo and drink heaps of beer.
They had been close for ages, so the transition from friendship to actually dating had been barely there. There was nothing that told those times apart from these except for the sex. Oh, yes. The amazing, mind-blowing, sensational sex. Now that Die thought of it, he had to actually stop in mid-movement as he was digging out a cold beer from the fridge. He allowed his eyes to slide shut, focusing on the nice, no, hot moments they had spent together. So, after all, things had changed pretty much. At least he wouldn’t have wanted to imagine going back to the times before that amazing sex. Then there were of course the little gestures they exchanged, something that had quickly grown between them. He did enjoy those a hell lot too! With a little chuckle, Die finally straightened and closed the door of the fridge, that long awaited can of beer safely in his palm.
He left his drink in the living room on his way, to await him on the coffee table right in front of their worn couch – which had been the constant topic of debates ever since he had moved in with the bassist as he wanted to get rid of the damn thing while Toshiya claimed it was perfectly comfortable – when he’d get back. It was so late that he only threw on a t-shirt and his boxers, rubbing his hair furiously with the towel before discarding it somewhere on the floor – another thing that Toshiya would initiate a play-fight over, claiming he was always the only one cleaning up although they both knew it wasn’t even true.
When Die finally got back into the living room, sat down on the couch and with a content sigh reached for his beer, his mobile phone beeped demandingly on the table. Without even looking, he knew he had gotten a message, and he even knew it was probably from Toshiya. The younger man had gone out with some old friends, and since Die knew none of them he had decided to rather skip it. He would’ve felt like an outsider anyways, as much as the bunch always tried to include him. Still he was always only referred to as ‘Toshiya’s pretty boyfriend’ and while he didn’t mind the description, at all, he thought that they could as well slowly learn his name.
Reaching for his phone, the guitarist flipped it open and skimmed through the received message. Not that there was much to read anyways, it was basically only one sentence:
/Im drunk and i love you/
Reading it made Die smile though, and shake his head to himself. Oh yes, he could’ve predicted both of those. Yet it did feel good to read it too, that the other man was thinking of him even now that he was out with his friends. Quickly, he typed his response and sent it while sipping his cool beer. /Don’t your friends keep you busy enough? Love you too, goof./ It made him grin, and although they didn’t exactly over-use those three little very clichéd words, it made this certain wave of warmth go through him as he just even thought of it now. Yes, he was getting old. Definitely.
It only took a minute for the reply to come. /No. I miss you and i wanna get home/
Now that made Die frown and he didn’t know where it came from at all. Wanted to get home? Wasn’t he having fun with his friends? Although, it had been only planned to meet over dinner and maybe continue somewhere shortly, as Toshiya’s friends were all from out of town and had to still get back home tonight. They sometimes did cut it short, and one glance at the clock told Die it was already a bit past ten so it could be they had already split up. Curious, he typed his reply. /Then come home. Need me to come pick you up?/
This time, the reply was clear and simple /Yep!/ and Die didn’t even waste the time for a reply before he already got up. He gave his beer one longing glance, thinking that it was such a shame he had only managed to open it and now he already had to leave it all alone. Yet, he had a mission and he would need to fill it. For once he didn’t stand in front of the wardrobe for ages, trying to decide what to wear, but instead grabbed the first pair of sliced jeans that he happened to find, pulling on a long sleeved dark shirt of some band he didn’t even remember ever listening to. Maybe it was Toshiya’s. In a matter of minutes, he was ready and headed to the door while typing a message to the other man, so he would know where to get him.
He was just about to send the message as he swung the door open and stepped outside. But that was the point when he almost got a heart attack. Yes, getting old, it was official now. He almost tripped over a set of long legs stretched out and when he looked down, already prepared to yell at whoever it was that had tripped him, he was brought face to face with his own darling boyfriend. Toshiya was grinning brightly, his cheeks flushed and he had definitely been drinking a few. The first thing to cross Die’s mind was just how extremely gorgeous the bassist looked like this, all relaxed and happy. Of course those black glasses, firm muscles and a body of a Greek god didn’t exactly harm in creating that perfect image…
“Tosh!” Die demanded though, trying his best to look somewhat irritated. “What the heck are you doing here? Didn’t you just tell me you wanted me to come pick you up?” While speaking he deleted the message he had been writing and slipped the phone into his pocket, already digging out his keys to re-open the door he had managed to slam shut even in the midst of his surprise there.
Toshiya just giggled, shaking his head so his curls – Die had never understood why the other man insisted on curling the long fringe of his hair – were almost flowing around his face. “You can pick me up now too!” He announced, the giggles turning into those familiar cackles that were so typical for him. He even reached out his hands, moving his fingers to emphasize that he wanted to be lifted up from the floor.
Die released a huge sigh, reaching down to grab the other man below his armpits so he could yank him up. The bassist stumbled a little, almost falling right against the other man but that didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. He simply wrapped his arms around Die, planting a wet kiss straight on his lips. It was more than enough to make Die smile again, and he couldn’t keep the amusement away from his voice as he sneaked his arms around the younger man in turn. “Why didn’t you come inside? You made me get dressed and leave my beer, totally in vain.” Although he did aim for the mock-reproachful tone, the words came out far too soft to be taken seriously.
That elicited more merry giggles from the bassist, who was obviously in an enormously good mood for whatever reason. “I forgot my keys!” So that was the explanation. Die spared himself the response to the next logical question he could’ve asked about why the other man didn’t think of ringing the doorbell or something. He didn’t have much time to even say anything at all though, not before Toshiya went on while tugging on his boyfriend’s jacket. “Besides, it’s much more fun to get you out of these when you’re wearing more than only a t-shirt!”
Undeniable logic. Yes. At least Die had nothing to argue that with, nor did he even want to. “Alright, you genius,” he smirked as he tightened the hold he had of the younger man, practically lifting him up so he could sway into the apartment together with his precious burden. “Let’s get inside and I’ll get you a beer too.” He winked. “There’s hockey on TV.”
“Pfft,” Toshiya chuckled as he only clung on to the other man, swaying his legs merrily as he noticed they didn’t touch the ground. “I’ll give you something much more interesting to watch.”
That, was an offer Die was not going to pass. Never in a million years.
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1817
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Oh yes. No other words for it *laughs*
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Mmmmm...Greek/Japanese belly...*strokes it*