(Normally I post straight to AO3 but I wanna take this one slow...)
Daisuke chewed his lip, trying to keep his stupid mouth shut before he said something weird and bad and wrong.
This was the first time Ichijouji had ever been over, the first time he'd spent the night, and the last thing he wanted to do was something weird to make Ichijouji not to want to be his friend anymore.
"Hey, Ichijouji?"
Still, Daisuke had never been very good at keeping his mouth shut.
But maybe, just maybe, Ichijouji had fallen asleep already and hadn't even heard him.
"Hmm?"
Daisuke shifted to face the room, to look down at Ichijouji Ken curled up on the futon on his bedroom floor—the fact was still overwhelming him, that Ichijouji was here—and built up the courage to speak.
"I, um, I was just wondering if you…if you ever thought about it?"
"You're not making sense, Motomiya," Ichijouji said in his soft voice, all delicate and kind and pretty. "Thought about what?"
He took a deep breath before shoving the blankets back and dropping to the floor beside the futon, and Ichijouji pushed up into a sitting position too, curiosity etched on his face. "About…our hearts?" He whispered the last two words, too scared to say it loud and make it awkward, to act like it meant something.
Even in the dark of night, Daisuke could see the flush rise to Ichijouji's cheeks. "S-sometimes," he admitted in a hushed voice. "It's weird, right?"
Daisuke nodded, probably a bit too emphatically, but the thought that Ichijouji thought about their hearts, thought about the way they synchronized and connected during Jogress, thought about how they could feel each other, spurred him on and he pushed closer, scooting onto the futon too. "Do you think we could…could I touch it?"
Ichijouji's breath hitched, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips till they glistened, drawing Daisuke's eyes more than he thought anyone's mouth could. "Okay."
Emboldened and more eager than he'd ever admit, Daisuke pressed even closer, slid under the covers with Ichijouji and reached out a tentative hand to lay over Ichijouji's heart. The spastic rhythm nearly matched his own, and they synchronized after only a few beats, and Daisuke sighed happily, resting his forehead against Ichijouji's stiff shoulder.
He wanted to do more, to be close with him like this, to feel more of him, but he didn't know how to say that without it sounding off, without making it weird. He wanted to stay here in the same bed and fall asleep to the sound of Ichijouji's heartbeat. He wanted to wake up to it too, to wake up those pretty glistening lips and maybe learn what they felt like.
He wanted to be close to Ichijouji, as close as Ichijouji would let him be.
"Motomiya?"
It took a moment to register Ichijouji's voice, to notice anything but their synchronized rhythm and the way their hearts were so intertwined even now outside of Jogress.
"Yeah?" he panted, suddenly aware of how emotional, how breathless he'd gotten.
Ichijouji was staring at him with big dark eyes, excited and maybe even happy, but there was also fear there, and Daisuke knew he had to pull away. He couldn't open up his pajamas and feel his heartbeat closer like he wanted to, couldn't press their mouths together to see if Ichijouji tasted as good as his heartbeat felt.
Heat rose to his cheeks, and he withdrew, putting more space between them, retreating all the way back to his own bed even though he didn't want to go. "Thanks," he mumbled.
On the futon, Ichijouji gave a short nod before drawing the blankets up to his chin and rolling away, showing him his back, curling up in a protective position.
Daisuke dropped back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He pressed his palm over his own heart, focused on the way it thudded hard against his palm, and wished it were Ichijouji's instead.
FILL - not ready for the afterglow (1/?)
on 2021-04-16 08:54 pm (UTC)Daisuke chewed his lip, trying to keep his stupid mouth shut before he said something weird and bad and wrong.
This was the first time Ichijouji had ever been over, the first time he'd spent the night, and the last thing he wanted to do was something weird to make Ichijouji not to want to be his friend anymore.
"Hey, Ichijouji?"
Still, Daisuke had never been very good at keeping his mouth shut.
But maybe, just maybe, Ichijouji had fallen asleep already and hadn't even heard him.
"Hmm?"
Daisuke shifted to face the room, to look down at Ichijouji Ken curled up on the futon on his bedroom floor—the fact was still overwhelming him, that Ichijouji was here—and built up the courage to speak.
"I, um, I was just wondering if you…if you ever thought about it?"
"You're not making sense, Motomiya," Ichijouji said in his soft voice, all delicate and kind and pretty. "Thought about what?"
He took a deep breath before shoving the blankets back and dropping to the floor beside the futon, and Ichijouji pushed up into a sitting position too, curiosity etched on his face. "About…our hearts?" He whispered the last two words, too scared to say it loud and make it awkward, to act like it meant something.
Even in the dark of night, Daisuke could see the flush rise to Ichijouji's cheeks. "S-sometimes," he admitted in a hushed voice. "It's weird, right?"
Daisuke nodded, probably a bit too emphatically, but the thought that Ichijouji thought about their hearts, thought about the way they synchronized and connected during Jogress, thought about how they could feel each other, spurred him on and he pushed closer, scooting onto the futon too. "Do you think we could…could I touch it?"
Ichijouji's breath hitched, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips till they glistened, drawing Daisuke's eyes more than he thought anyone's mouth could. "Okay."
Emboldened and more eager than he'd ever admit, Daisuke pressed even closer, slid under the covers with Ichijouji and reached out a tentative hand to lay over Ichijouji's heart. The spastic rhythm nearly matched his own, and they synchronized after only a few beats, and Daisuke sighed happily, resting his forehead against Ichijouji's stiff shoulder.
He wanted to do more, to be close with him like this, to feel more of him, but he didn't know how to say that without it sounding off, without making it weird. He wanted to stay here in the same bed and fall asleep to the sound of Ichijouji's heartbeat. He wanted to wake up to it too, to wake up those pretty glistening lips and maybe learn what they felt like.
He wanted to be close to Ichijouji, as close as Ichijouji would let him be.
"Motomiya?"
It took a moment to register Ichijouji's voice, to notice anything but their synchronized rhythm and the way their hearts were so intertwined even now outside of Jogress.
"Yeah?" he panted, suddenly aware of how emotional, how breathless he'd gotten.
Ichijouji was staring at him with big dark eyes, excited and maybe even happy, but there was also fear there, and Daisuke knew he had to pull away. He couldn't open up his pajamas and feel his heartbeat closer like he wanted to, couldn't press their mouths together to see if Ichijouji tasted as good as his heartbeat felt.
Heat rose to his cheeks, and he withdrew, putting more space between them, retreating all the way back to his own bed even though he didn't want to go. "Thanks," he mumbled.
On the futon, Ichijouji gave a short nod before drawing the blankets up to his chin and rolling away, showing him his back, curling up in a protective position.
Daisuke dropped back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He pressed his palm over his own heart, focused on the way it thudded hard against his palm, and wished it were Ichijouji's instead.