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Title: Waking Up Beside You
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fonulyn
Rating: PG
Pairing: Toshiya/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: This had always been a place for Toshiya to escape stress, a place he could feel comfortable in and he never needed to think about work or oppression there. Now it was even better. Now that he had Die with him.
Comments:
fonulyn: A new ficcie, anyone? :) I still have a whole bunch I haven’t posted, so I figured that I’d start to slowly throw them out there whenever I manage x) I don’t know about you, but I’m having slight troubles coping with the cold winter at times (though at others I absolutely love and adore it!) so one of those moments resulted in me getting into a summery mood and thus this was born x) I wanted to just think of how nice those lazy summer mornings feel like. So yeah, that’s my explanation on where this came from XD
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Waking Up Beside You
There was something distinctive in the summer mornings, always had been. The sunlight seeping inside from the gap in the curtains was somehow different than it was in the middle of the winter, although it was hard to describe it and to really tell what the difference was. Yet, Toshiya knew there was one. And he also knew that he enjoyed summer mornings on a whole different level than he enjoyed the wintery ones. He had grown up where summer and winter differed palpably from each other, and he knew that he was lucky as in some places one could hardly tell the summer and the winter apart. He had seen the hot, muggy days of pure sunshine, but he also knew the other side of the coin; the snowfall and the cold wind, the way that ice and snow creaked under your shoes when you walked along the white path.
But yeah, summer mornings. Toshiya loved those. He kept on lolling in bed for hours then, just enjoying the feeling of the clean sheets against his skin, the way the sun was shining through the window and making him relax, feel even warmer. Mornings like this only happened in the very early summer, or then when it was almost autumn already and it was cooling off a little already. He had never liked the muggy midsummer, there was simply too much heat and it could get exhausting, fast. Hell, he already was dripping with sweat when he stepped outside when it was that hot. Now, when the weather was like this, he could enjoy long walks and the fresh air, focusing on the nature around him.
That was one reason why he loved visiting his parents. They lived further from the center of the city, in an area that was filled with trees and flowers and whatelse. Green stuff! Things Toshiya couldn’t name, but he still loved from the bottom of his heart. This had always been a place for him to escape stress, a place he could feel comfortable in and he never needed to think about work or oppression there. He had thought it had already been perfect, that nothing could make him love this more. With that, he had been wrong though. Now, he was looking forward to these little escapes from reality even more.
Now that he wasn’t alone.
The morning sun hit his eyes as he turned around, resting on his side so he could watch the sleeping figure beside him. All smooth skin and sleepy features, Die was still far away in the land of dreams and it didn’t seem that he would land back from there anytime soon. He had pulled the blanket up sometime during the night and it was covering his lower body, his feet tangled with the sheets in a way that practically kept him trapped. His arms were stretched wide, one stuffed underneath the pile of pillows to make it higher, so he could rest his head there comfortably. A grin ghosted over Toshiya’s lips at the sight, as the older man was simply adorable like this. And looked ten years younger than he actually was, damnit. It made the bassist feel a little old for a second.
Carefully, Toshiya reached out his hand to brush away a dark strand of hair that had fallen on the guitarist’s face. He tucked it behind his ear, allowing his fingertips to linger on the soft skin for a moment longer than necessary. This. This was what made things even more wonderful for him. He finally had someone by his side, someone he knew loved him for who he was and not who he was supposed to be. It hadn’t been that simple to begin with, they had had their own struggles, but in the end it only made this better. Toshiya would’ve said this was perfect, but he didn’t believe in perfection so he was vary of using the word. Still, if anything was close to perfect, it was this.
Toshiya had been open with his family straight from the beginning, they had known about his preferences for long anyways and he had never made it a secret that he had set his eyes on the younger guitarist of his band pretty much the same second they had met the first time. He had instantly fallen for that smile, those sparkling eyes and the merry laughter. Now that he knew the feeling was mutual, it filled his whole being with this tingly and happy feeling, made a whole bunch of butterflies dance in his stomach.
He was happy.
He still remembered the first time he had brought Die here. The guitarist had been scared to death, paranoid that something would go wrong and just plain scared that the other man’s parents wouldn’t want him there. Toshiya had told him he was ridiculous; his parents had liked Die when they were friends, why would they change their mind now that there was more between them? It hadn’t stopped Die from feeling anxious though, and Toshiya still remembered how clammy and cold his hand had felt the morning they had arrived here the first time. There had been this certain look of panic in Die’s eyes, nervousness written in every single one of his gestures. Yet, it had all melted away the moment Toshiya’s mother had enclosed him in a warm embrace, welcoming both boys back home.
Now, it was something like a tradition. They came here every summer, at least once, to eat Toshiya’s mother’s cookings and gain several pounds (something that always made Die freak out and begin working out the instant they returned home), to enjoy the slow days and the fact they had nothing to do. Unfortunately their free time was scarce, but they had learned to enjoy the few days they got the best they could. There was no sense in worrying over what little time they could use better just by enjoying it. It was calm here, it made them feel like their mental batteries were reloaded effectively.
Making a sleepy little sound, Die shifted but didn’t even open his eyes. Toshiya thought he was still asleep and kept on watching him, slowly sneaking a little closer as he simply wanted to feel that soft skin against his own. He sneaked one arm around Die’s waist, pulling him close into a warm embrace. He couldn’t help but to startle a little bit as a voice cut through the air, the guitarist suddenly blinking up at him from sleepy eyes. “Is it time to get up?” He asked, his voice soft and hoarse from sleep, and from that Toshiya understood that the older man wasn’t even properly awake just yet.
Smiling, he just tightened the embrace and sank back into the cushions. “No. Not yet. Not quite yet.”
Author:
fonulynRating: PG
Pairing: Toshiya/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: This had always been a place for Toshiya to escape stress, a place he could feel comfortable in and he never needed to think about work or oppression there. Now it was even better. Now that he had Die with him.
Comments:
fonulyn: A new ficcie, anyone? :) I still have a whole bunch I haven’t posted, so I figured that I’d start to slowly throw them out there whenever I manage x) I don’t know about you, but I’m having slight troubles coping with the cold winter at times (though at others I absolutely love and adore it!) so one of those moments resulted in me getting into a summery mood and thus this was born x) I wanted to just think of how nice those lazy summer mornings feel like. So yeah, that’s my explanation on where this came from XDAnd feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
There was something distinctive in the summer mornings, always had been. The sunlight seeping inside from the gap in the curtains was somehow different than it was in the middle of the winter, although it was hard to describe it and to really tell what the difference was. Yet, Toshiya knew there was one. And he also knew that he enjoyed summer mornings on a whole different level than he enjoyed the wintery ones. He had grown up where summer and winter differed palpably from each other, and he knew that he was lucky as in some places one could hardly tell the summer and the winter apart. He had seen the hot, muggy days of pure sunshine, but he also knew the other side of the coin; the snowfall and the cold wind, the way that ice and snow creaked under your shoes when you walked along the white path.
But yeah, summer mornings. Toshiya loved those. He kept on lolling in bed for hours then, just enjoying the feeling of the clean sheets against his skin, the way the sun was shining through the window and making him relax, feel even warmer. Mornings like this only happened in the very early summer, or then when it was almost autumn already and it was cooling off a little already. He had never liked the muggy midsummer, there was simply too much heat and it could get exhausting, fast. Hell, he already was dripping with sweat when he stepped outside when it was that hot. Now, when the weather was like this, he could enjoy long walks and the fresh air, focusing on the nature around him.
That was one reason why he loved visiting his parents. They lived further from the center of the city, in an area that was filled with trees and flowers and whatelse. Green stuff! Things Toshiya couldn’t name, but he still loved from the bottom of his heart. This had always been a place for him to escape stress, a place he could feel comfortable in and he never needed to think about work or oppression there. He had thought it had already been perfect, that nothing could make him love this more. With that, he had been wrong though. Now, he was looking forward to these little escapes from reality even more.
Now that he wasn’t alone.
The morning sun hit his eyes as he turned around, resting on his side so he could watch the sleeping figure beside him. All smooth skin and sleepy features, Die was still far away in the land of dreams and it didn’t seem that he would land back from there anytime soon. He had pulled the blanket up sometime during the night and it was covering his lower body, his feet tangled with the sheets in a way that practically kept him trapped. His arms were stretched wide, one stuffed underneath the pile of pillows to make it higher, so he could rest his head there comfortably. A grin ghosted over Toshiya’s lips at the sight, as the older man was simply adorable like this. And looked ten years younger than he actually was, damnit. It made the bassist feel a little old for a second.
Carefully, Toshiya reached out his hand to brush away a dark strand of hair that had fallen on the guitarist’s face. He tucked it behind his ear, allowing his fingertips to linger on the soft skin for a moment longer than necessary. This. This was what made things even more wonderful for him. He finally had someone by his side, someone he knew loved him for who he was and not who he was supposed to be. It hadn’t been that simple to begin with, they had had their own struggles, but in the end it only made this better. Toshiya would’ve said this was perfect, but he didn’t believe in perfection so he was vary of using the word. Still, if anything was close to perfect, it was this.
Toshiya had been open with his family straight from the beginning, they had known about his preferences for long anyways and he had never made it a secret that he had set his eyes on the younger guitarist of his band pretty much the same second they had met the first time. He had instantly fallen for that smile, those sparkling eyes and the merry laughter. Now that he knew the feeling was mutual, it filled his whole being with this tingly and happy feeling, made a whole bunch of butterflies dance in his stomach.
He was happy.
He still remembered the first time he had brought Die here. The guitarist had been scared to death, paranoid that something would go wrong and just plain scared that the other man’s parents wouldn’t want him there. Toshiya had told him he was ridiculous; his parents had liked Die when they were friends, why would they change their mind now that there was more between them? It hadn’t stopped Die from feeling anxious though, and Toshiya still remembered how clammy and cold his hand had felt the morning they had arrived here the first time. There had been this certain look of panic in Die’s eyes, nervousness written in every single one of his gestures. Yet, it had all melted away the moment Toshiya’s mother had enclosed him in a warm embrace, welcoming both boys back home.
Now, it was something like a tradition. They came here every summer, at least once, to eat Toshiya’s mother’s cookings and gain several pounds (something that always made Die freak out and begin working out the instant they returned home), to enjoy the slow days and the fact they had nothing to do. Unfortunately their free time was scarce, but they had learned to enjoy the few days they got the best they could. There was no sense in worrying over what little time they could use better just by enjoying it. It was calm here, it made them feel like their mental batteries were reloaded effectively.
Making a sleepy little sound, Die shifted but didn’t even open his eyes. Toshiya thought he was still asleep and kept on watching him, slowly sneaking a little closer as he simply wanted to feel that soft skin against his own. He sneaked one arm around Die’s waist, pulling him close into a warm embrace. He couldn’t help but to startle a little bit as a voice cut through the air, the guitarist suddenly blinking up at him from sleepy eyes. “Is it time to get up?” He asked, his voice soft and hoarse from sleep, and from that Toshiya understood that the older man wasn’t even properly awake just yet.
Smiling, he just tightened the embrace and sank back into the cushions. “No. Not yet. Not quite yet.”
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*happy* That makes me so ridiculously happy that you can't even imagine it! And hey, no one ever said that several OTPs aren't possible! XD
Thank you. Thank you so much ♥
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Yep, guess you're right. Die and Toshiya would enjoy them, and they would enjoy them to the fullest. With coffee and breakfast in bed, yeah.
Kaoru/Toshiya will be always, always my OTP but Die/Toshiya... damn, they make extremely addictive *laughs*
You're very welcome :)
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And after eating breakfast in bed, they would just focus on eating each other alive. Yes.
I'm settling for that, really *laughs* I'm just happy that you like them, so very very happy. D/T really is addictive. Pulled me in totally secretly before I even noticed x)
♥
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oh yes. And after eating each other alive, they'll take a long shower to continue the
fuckingeating.Yeah, and I really don't know how they make this work. I mean, c'mon, they're just perfect at making us addicted! XD
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You spoke my mind! It would be one long, long day of
fuckingeating. I bet Toshiya loves it out in the wild. On soft grass, hidden by some damn bushes and birds chirping somewhere close.haha I don't know either XD I mean, I always liked D/T. But never really passionately, until like a year ago or so, when they began to invade my mind and my dreams and my every waking moment and damn XD They have a diabolic plan to take over the world. And they're so perfect together ♥ *happy fangirl sigh*