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Title: Watch You Sleep
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fonulyn
Rating: PG
Pairing: Toshiya/Die
Disclaimer: No own.
Summary: Sometimes, in the darkness of the night, when sleep evades you, you have all the time in the world to focus on the essential.
Comments: I blame this onviolentvoice, since she mentioned in one of the earlier entries that it’d be such a nice thought to watch your lover sleep and plot a secret present for him ;) It made something in my head snap, and thus this was born. I hope you enjoy! And thank you to everyone who contributed in one way or another along the way :D
Toshiya loved his sleep. He had always been one to enjoy sleeping in, spending long moments in bed in the mornings just to dwell in this state of half-sleep and half-awake. He loved early mornings occasionally, there was nothing like going fishing or getting up to see the blazing colors of the sunrise, every once in a while. Usually though, sleep won and sleep won easily. It was only rarely when he had troubles sleeping, when he couldn’t empty his mind enough to fall into a peaceful slumber. Then he stayed awake for hours, staring into the ceiling or rolling around trying to find a position he’d be able to sleep in.
Except that now, he had found a new hobby he enjoyed. He liked to watch Die sleep. The older man had been struggling with nightmares and uneasy sleep for so long that seeing him lying there peacefully, his eyes closed and his breathing even, it almost equalled heaven for Toshiya. He felt that when Die rested, he rested. And knowing that he wouldn’t need to deal with the exhausted, sleepy and grumpy Die the first thing in the morning always lifted his spirits considerably. He could stay awake for hours in the middle of the night, watching how every exhalation of air moved the long strands of hair that had fallen on Die’s face.
At one point, Toshiya had come up with the idea to combine two of his favourite hobbies. He put a notepad in the bedside drawer, along with a soft pen and whenever he was awake watching Die sleep, he dug those out. A sketch after sketch he drew those peaceful features, different moments of the guitarist’s sleep. If he got lucky, Die had kicked the blanket off his form and he got to draw those endlessly long legs, the slope of Die’s back and the smooth expanse of his wide shoulders. He felt like he was a voyeur, a secret spectator who got to see something secret in the darkness of the night.
He had been drawing those sketches for longer already, but it was only when the Christmas was approaching that he came up with another idea. The notebook was beginning to be full of drawings, so why not give it to Die and confess to him that he’d been using him as a model in secrecy? It would make a wonderful present. A little creepy, maybe, but he knew that Die would be able to take it the right way instead of the insane-obsessed-stalker way. They had enough money to buy each other practically whatever they wanted to, and although at first it had seemed amazing they had soon grown tired of it and instead wanted to give each other something personal. Something special.
This would be his special Christmas present for Die.
Nowadays, Die didn’t have as many nightmares and restless nights as he used to have, not even nearly. He actually slept pretty good these days, feeling more rested than in years, if decades. A part of it definitely was the fact that now he had Toshiya there for him, bringing a certain sense of security with his mere presence. A part of it was because he had finally managed to come to terms with himself, more at ease than in ages. Whatever it was, the result was what mattered, and he enjoyed his sleep quite a lot.
Sometimes he still woke up very early, though. There were nights he couldn’t sleep, when he woke up and it was still dark outside and there was only commercials running on TV. Sometimes he went outside, sometimes he sat in the living room with a good book, and sometimes he simply stayed in bed and enjoyed the fact that he didn’t need to sleep in it alone but had someone to share it with. Now that it was Christmas time approaching… he came up with a much more brilliant idea. He could use the moments when Toshiya was still fast asleep and prepare a secret present for him.
At first he used several hours just by lying there, staring into nothingness and trying to come up with something good. He had no idea what he could give the younger man, after all they already had pretty much everything they had set their eyes on. And he didn’t just want to waltz into a store and buy something. He wanted it to be something special, something unique only he could give the bassist. And after a long, long consideration he finally came to a conclusion.
He would make Toshiya a scrapbook. He could go through their pockets and bags, dig out receipts and tickets, print photos and texts, anything that would remind them of the things they had done for the past year. It would be their yearbook, so to say, full of interesting things that they had been through. And yes, he did realize that it was a girly thing to do, but he had never had a problem admitting he had his girly sides. Besides, he knew for a fact that Toshiya had his girly side as well.
So for the next month Die spent every moment he had, right next to the sleeping Toshiya on the bed or next to the bed on the floor, cutting and gluing, collecting a book filled with memories.
It had been a while since they had both been this enthusiastic on Christmas. They were like little kids, enthusiastic with their presents and eager to give them to each other. Die had wrapped the quite personal looking book into old wrapping paper, crossing out his own name to replace it with the other man’s. Toshiya had bought fancy silver paper and carefully wrapped the little sketchbook in it, the packaging looking to elegant one would’ve thought it had something extremely expensive wrapped within.
They could barely contain themselves for the whole day, but finally the evening came and they had finished their dinner in peace. They were sitting in the living room, a brightly decorated Christmas tree in the corner. Die had insisted on decorating it with golden and bright red balls and vines. At first Toshiya had simply rolled his eyes at that, but now that they had the finished product right next to them it actually looked surprisingly good, he had to admit.
Die had difficulties hiding the bigger packet behind himself, and thus he simply gave up and placed it on his lap, turning a bit towards the younger man. He was smiling from ear to ear, his eyes sparkling deeply. “Here. This is for you,” he handed the quite interestingly wrapped present to the man right next to him. It was typical for him, the idea being good but the actual product looking… well, handmade. It was a part of its charm though, and Toshiya couldn’t help but to smile as this certain warmth spread right inside of him.
“And this is for you,” he smiled his soft, warm smile and handed the smaller, silvery packet to the other man. “Don’t freak out, alright? It’s made with love.” He laughed, amusement dancing in his voice and in the sparkle in his eyes. Die couldn’t help but to chuckle as well, carefully beginning to open the wrappings. This was how they always did it, opening the presents at the same time. This was no exception, and when a small happy ‘oh’ escaped Die’s lips it was met with one from Toshiya.
“You made it yourself?” Toshiya looked up, obviously happy about the present he had received. He was slowly flipping through the pages, smiling as he noticed that there was a movie ticket from when they had gone to see the new, very bad horror movie last summer. That instantly reminded him of how the air conditioning had malfunctioned and he had been dripping with sweat before the movie was halfway through. The day had been the hottest one in years, although the following night had been even hotter, he added in his mind with a grin.
It seemed that Die’s thoughts were headed the same way as he smirked as well, a low chuckle escaping him. “It holds some very… special memories, eh?” He didn’t even try to conceal the dirty sparkle in his eyes. “Although… so does this.” He held up the notepad, the current drawing showing him in his full naked glory as he had somehow managed to untangle himself from the blanket and Toshiya had gotten to use him as a nude model. There was a slight blush dancing on Die’s cheeks, but he was obviously flattered as well.
Toshiya smirked, tilting his head a little bit. “Remember what happened when you woke up?” He didn’t need to ask twice. Of course Die remembered, the grin on his lips was proof enough of that. And somehow they knew that the following year would bring them loads and loads of new precious memories to share.
The rest of the evening they spent exactly like that, going through the drawings and the scrapbook, laughing at the embarrassing memories and teasing each other with the hot, endless moments that were preserved on those pages in their own way.
It was the best Christmas ever.
Author:
fonulynRating: PG
Pairing: Toshiya/Die
Disclaimer: No own.
Summary: Sometimes, in the darkness of the night, when sleep evades you, you have all the time in the world to focus on the essential.
Comments: I blame this on
violentvoice, since she mentioned in one of the earlier entries that it’d be such a nice thought to watch your lover sleep and plot a secret present for him ;) It made something in my head snap, and thus this was born. I hope you enjoy! And thank you to everyone who contributed in one way or another along the way :DToshiya loved his sleep. He had always been one to enjoy sleeping in, spending long moments in bed in the mornings just to dwell in this state of half-sleep and half-awake. He loved early mornings occasionally, there was nothing like going fishing or getting up to see the blazing colors of the sunrise, every once in a while. Usually though, sleep won and sleep won easily. It was only rarely when he had troubles sleeping, when he couldn’t empty his mind enough to fall into a peaceful slumber. Then he stayed awake for hours, staring into the ceiling or rolling around trying to find a position he’d be able to sleep in.
Except that now, he had found a new hobby he enjoyed. He liked to watch Die sleep. The older man had been struggling with nightmares and uneasy sleep for so long that seeing him lying there peacefully, his eyes closed and his breathing even, it almost equalled heaven for Toshiya. He felt that when Die rested, he rested. And knowing that he wouldn’t need to deal with the exhausted, sleepy and grumpy Die the first thing in the morning always lifted his spirits considerably. He could stay awake for hours in the middle of the night, watching how every exhalation of air moved the long strands of hair that had fallen on Die’s face.
At one point, Toshiya had come up with the idea to combine two of his favourite hobbies. He put a notepad in the bedside drawer, along with a soft pen and whenever he was awake watching Die sleep, he dug those out. A sketch after sketch he drew those peaceful features, different moments of the guitarist’s sleep. If he got lucky, Die had kicked the blanket off his form and he got to draw those endlessly long legs, the slope of Die’s back and the smooth expanse of his wide shoulders. He felt like he was a voyeur, a secret spectator who got to see something secret in the darkness of the night.
He had been drawing those sketches for longer already, but it was only when the Christmas was approaching that he came up with another idea. The notebook was beginning to be full of drawings, so why not give it to Die and confess to him that he’d been using him as a model in secrecy? It would make a wonderful present. A little creepy, maybe, but he knew that Die would be able to take it the right way instead of the insane-obsessed-stalker way. They had enough money to buy each other practically whatever they wanted to, and although at first it had seemed amazing they had soon grown tired of it and instead wanted to give each other something personal. Something special.
This would be his special Christmas present for Die.
Nowadays, Die didn’t have as many nightmares and restless nights as he used to have, not even nearly. He actually slept pretty good these days, feeling more rested than in years, if decades. A part of it definitely was the fact that now he had Toshiya there for him, bringing a certain sense of security with his mere presence. A part of it was because he had finally managed to come to terms with himself, more at ease than in ages. Whatever it was, the result was what mattered, and he enjoyed his sleep quite a lot.
Sometimes he still woke up very early, though. There were nights he couldn’t sleep, when he woke up and it was still dark outside and there was only commercials running on TV. Sometimes he went outside, sometimes he sat in the living room with a good book, and sometimes he simply stayed in bed and enjoyed the fact that he didn’t need to sleep in it alone but had someone to share it with. Now that it was Christmas time approaching… he came up with a much more brilliant idea. He could use the moments when Toshiya was still fast asleep and prepare a secret present for him.
At first he used several hours just by lying there, staring into nothingness and trying to come up with something good. He had no idea what he could give the younger man, after all they already had pretty much everything they had set their eyes on. And he didn’t just want to waltz into a store and buy something. He wanted it to be something special, something unique only he could give the bassist. And after a long, long consideration he finally came to a conclusion.
He would make Toshiya a scrapbook. He could go through their pockets and bags, dig out receipts and tickets, print photos and texts, anything that would remind them of the things they had done for the past year. It would be their yearbook, so to say, full of interesting things that they had been through. And yes, he did realize that it was a girly thing to do, but he had never had a problem admitting he had his girly sides. Besides, he knew for a fact that Toshiya had his girly side as well.
So for the next month Die spent every moment he had, right next to the sleeping Toshiya on the bed or next to the bed on the floor, cutting and gluing, collecting a book filled with memories.
It had been a while since they had both been this enthusiastic on Christmas. They were like little kids, enthusiastic with their presents and eager to give them to each other. Die had wrapped the quite personal looking book into old wrapping paper, crossing out his own name to replace it with the other man’s. Toshiya had bought fancy silver paper and carefully wrapped the little sketchbook in it, the packaging looking to elegant one would’ve thought it had something extremely expensive wrapped within.
They could barely contain themselves for the whole day, but finally the evening came and they had finished their dinner in peace. They were sitting in the living room, a brightly decorated Christmas tree in the corner. Die had insisted on decorating it with golden and bright red balls and vines. At first Toshiya had simply rolled his eyes at that, but now that they had the finished product right next to them it actually looked surprisingly good, he had to admit.
Die had difficulties hiding the bigger packet behind himself, and thus he simply gave up and placed it on his lap, turning a bit towards the younger man. He was smiling from ear to ear, his eyes sparkling deeply. “Here. This is for you,” he handed the quite interestingly wrapped present to the man right next to him. It was typical for him, the idea being good but the actual product looking… well, handmade. It was a part of its charm though, and Toshiya couldn’t help but to smile as this certain warmth spread right inside of him.
“And this is for you,” he smiled his soft, warm smile and handed the smaller, silvery packet to the other man. “Don’t freak out, alright? It’s made with love.” He laughed, amusement dancing in his voice and in the sparkle in his eyes. Die couldn’t help but to chuckle as well, carefully beginning to open the wrappings. This was how they always did it, opening the presents at the same time. This was no exception, and when a small happy ‘oh’ escaped Die’s lips it was met with one from Toshiya.
“You made it yourself?” Toshiya looked up, obviously happy about the present he had received. He was slowly flipping through the pages, smiling as he noticed that there was a movie ticket from when they had gone to see the new, very bad horror movie last summer. That instantly reminded him of how the air conditioning had malfunctioned and he had been dripping with sweat before the movie was halfway through. The day had been the hottest one in years, although the following night had been even hotter, he added in his mind with a grin.
It seemed that Die’s thoughts were headed the same way as he smirked as well, a low chuckle escaping him. “It holds some very… special memories, eh?” He didn’t even try to conceal the dirty sparkle in his eyes. “Although… so does this.” He held up the notepad, the current drawing showing him in his full naked glory as he had somehow managed to untangle himself from the blanket and Toshiya had gotten to use him as a nude model. There was a slight blush dancing on Die’s cheeks, but he was obviously flattered as well.
Toshiya smirked, tilting his head a little bit. “Remember what happened when you woke up?” He didn’t need to ask twice. Of course Die remembered, the grin on his lips was proof enough of that. And somehow they knew that the following year would bring them loads and loads of new precious memories to share.
The rest of the evening they spent exactly like that, going through the drawings and the scrapbook, laughing at the embarrassing memories and teasing each other with the hot, endless moments that were preserved on those pages in their own way.
It was the best Christmas ever.
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