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Dreaming touches and Sick kisses - Sakumoto
Title: Dreaming touches and Sick kisses
Rating: Pg
Pairing: Sakumoto
Genre: Romance, fluff
Word Count: 1,642
Disclaimer: I own the plot. JE owns Arashi. And Arashi owns my heart. Its a never ending cycle!
A/n: Just finshed! This is another one of those that happened because of someone else. I suggest you read Not Sick by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
graveyardbook. Because its cute a awesome and you should if you like living (jk). Just read it. Mine is like a sequal type thing...idk. Its in the same relm, but after the ending of here, though its ending is still open for more (that I'll probably never write). Enjoy!
It’s Jun’s soft touches and southing voice that keep him from thinking that everything that happened that day was all a dream, that maybe he as still sleeping in his bed that morning dreaming it all up. But if it was a dream, he would never want to wake up for it was the most amazing dream in his life and afraid that if it ended the world would seem boring and dull in comparison.
But it’s not a dream; it’s too real to be a dream. Jun’s soft hands on his skin that is warm to the touch even though his skin is burning up as it is; Jun’s make him feel like he’s been shivering cold forever. Well he was cold currently, though his body tempter was jumping up and down for the last few hours telling him he’s cold one moment and burning up the next.
When Jun squeezes his hand and smiles at him his heart nearly stops, though he tells himself that it’s merely due to the cold that he’s now willing to accept as a cold and not just the sniffles. The kiss that is planted on the side of his mouth starts it back up at a racing pace making him over heat a bit, though he ignores it because he’s more determined to try and focus on that look on Jun’s face. The look that tells him to stop trying to act tough and just let him take care of him. A look that offers so much love, even now. A look that he wouldn’t mind waking up to for the rest of his life.
He watches Jun’s back as he heads towards the kitchen until he is out of his sight then he lets out a sigh. Not a sigh that is depressing or anything, but one that just about says every happy emotion that a human being could possible have in their body and then some. He closes his eyes and listens to the sounds on Jun in his kitchen making food for him. He’s sure it will be amazing since Jun takes pride in his cooking. For once, Sho’s glad about his fail in the kitchen because he gets to eat Jun’s wonderful food, even if it’s something simple to make him feel better.
Sho doesn’t know when he fell asleep, and he doesn’t know how long he was asleep. But he does know what woke up him up. The smell of Jun’s cooking not to far from him and the little bit of weight on the edge of the couch as Jun leans in to feel his forehead checking his tempter before putting another ice pack on his neck to even out the raging body tempters running through him.
He opens his eyes slowly and only just a bit, feeling the pain the lights are causing on his poor head that keeps telling him to roll back over and sleep for days. But he opens them more anyway, not wanting to miss anymore of Jun’s soft gazes than necessary.
When he notices Sho’s open eyes he smiled and helps the sick one to sit up so he can eat. “I still can’t believe you have a cold.” He mocks lightly to where Sho can’t help but smile a little and shrug.
The ice pack falls from Sho’s neck and down into his shirt sliding against his stomach causing him to jump at the sudden coldness that he wasn’t expecting at all. “What can I say? I just attract things.” Jun laughs at him, but more at his slightly scared look only seconds ago than his joke.
“Its jokes like that, that will get you no where Sho.” Jun say’s giving a look that tries to be stern that only contradicts that humor in his voice that causes Sho to give one of his weak sick smiles before he starts to eat.
They stay like that, in silence, while Sho eats. Jun sits on the end of the couch legs crossed and he keeps a close eye on Sho, and Sho at the other end leaning on the arm slightly to keep from the possibility of falling over as he eats slowly trying to remember the taste of Jun’s food until it’s all gone.
Jun is up and taking the dishes from his hands before Sho can even react. He watches closely at Jun’s movements from the living room to the kitchen and back. Their eyes meet for a moment and it’s like an unspoken confession or something. Sho isn’t sure what, maybe he’s a little delirious still, but he knows it’s there. You don’t need to be a genius to figure it out.
“You should lie back down and sleep.” Jun offers, helping Sho to lay on the couch with the pillow fluffed up under his head and the ice pack back up on his neck.
Sho notices and Jun’s touches linger just a few seconds longer than they normally would have if he wasn’t sick, or if it was someone else. Or maybe that’s just the warmth he’s feeling, the electrical pulse the happens after Jun touches him is staying there longer. Or maybe…it’s always been this way. Jun’s touches, he’s just noticing it now because he has the chance for the first time in what seems like forever to actually stop and watch Jun’s movements.
Jun sits on the floor next to the couch to keep a eye on him now, a hand brushing away Sho’s bangs that are started to stick to his forehead due to sweat. And he keeps it there, for a minute or two (but it feels like five to Sho), fingers barely touching his skin before he pulls back and that’s when Sho grabs onto his hands again. Just a light hold, one that Jun could pull away from any moment if he wanted to. But he knows he won’t.
“You don’t have to stay anymore.” Sho says softly, barely above a whisper, as if the world could hear them. “I don’t want you to get sick too. I’d feel terrible.”
He smiles at the sick mans offer to leave and worry of his health. “Maybe you should be more concerned with yourself than me.” He whispers back just a quiet as Sho. “You know I don’t get sick easily…and besides, you’ll get hungry again, I know you will. How will you eat then?”
Sho held back a smile feeling his face warm up, though he convinces himself it due to the cold and not his own embarrassment. “I can cook you know.”
“Badly.” Jun jokes brushing Sho’s bangs away again but keeping his hand in his hair a bit longer this time. “Imagine how it would taste with you in this state.”
He hears that elephant again in the other room, saying something or other about fish walking on land and mating with people. Maybe he does need Jun to look after him. He wants to say something, but isn’t sure what so he just gives Jun’s hand a light squeeze.
Jun responds and gives him another soft look, one that holds the most affection he has ever seen in the younger eyes before. It makes Sho wonder, well more like think that wonder because he already knows. Jun has feelings for him, he always has. But he’ll never admit it, not again. He did once, only to Aiba, who told everyone, and then he denied it. It hurt Sho a bit to hear him say that Aiba was wrong, that all he felt was “admiration” for the other. But Sho then learned it was a lie, though he never could confront Jun about it. He saw the looks he gave when asked about it, Sho didn’t like that look, he didn’t want to see that look directed at him, so he never asked and Jun never told.
Somewhere along the lines though, they came to a unspoken understanding. You see, Sho also felt that way, be he was more closed off about his feelings and couldn’t voice them; it took him forever to just admit them to himself let alone others. But it was the way Jun’s looks would soften when their eyes met that convinced him that he did feel the same.
Sho doesn’t know when, but he fell asleep again, he only knows that he was still holding Jun’s hand. And even when he woke up again, feeling better than before, but not enough to try and sit up. He opened his eyes and saw Jun’s hair first. Then he really looked and saw that Jun was sleeping, their hands still connected, his free arm folded up under his head and his legs folded up partly under him and partly next to him in a way that if he was up Sho knows Jun would complain about not being comfortable.
He smiles to himself and pulls the now warm and melted ice pack from his neck and drops it on the floor softly next to Jun. His gaze lingers on the line free soft face of Jun that he’s only seen a hand full of times since they’ve met, but always finds it as perfect, if not more, than the last time he saw it.
Sho reaches a hand up and puts it in Jun’s hair, and runs it through as soft as possible as to not to wake him in anyway. He stays that way for a while, just patting Jun’s soft hair over and over, watching his sleeping form, seeing his shoulders move when he breathes. He feels Jun’s light squeeze at some point but doesn’t see him move other than breathing and smiles again.
He doesn’t mind being sick, not in the least. As long as he has Jun to worry about it, it doesn’t matter.
Rating: Pg
Pairing: Sakumoto
Genre: Romance, fluff
Word Count: 1,642
Disclaimer: I own the plot. JE owns Arashi. And Arashi owns my heart. Its a never ending cycle!
A/n: Just finshed! This is another one of those that happened because of someone else. I suggest you read Not Sick by
graveyardbook. Because its cute a awesome and you should if you like living (jk). Just read it. Mine is like a sequal type thing...idk. Its in the same relm, but after the ending of here, though its ending is still open for more (that I'll probably never write). Enjoy!It’s Jun’s soft touches and southing voice that keep him from thinking that everything that happened that day was all a dream, that maybe he as still sleeping in his bed that morning dreaming it all up. But if it was a dream, he would never want to wake up for it was the most amazing dream in his life and afraid that if it ended the world would seem boring and dull in comparison.
But it’s not a dream; it’s too real to be a dream. Jun’s soft hands on his skin that is warm to the touch even though his skin is burning up as it is; Jun’s make him feel like he’s been shivering cold forever. Well he was cold currently, though his body tempter was jumping up and down for the last few hours telling him he’s cold one moment and burning up the next.
When Jun squeezes his hand and smiles at him his heart nearly stops, though he tells himself that it’s merely due to the cold that he’s now willing to accept as a cold and not just the sniffles. The kiss that is planted on the side of his mouth starts it back up at a racing pace making him over heat a bit, though he ignores it because he’s more determined to try and focus on that look on Jun’s face. The look that tells him to stop trying to act tough and just let him take care of him. A look that offers so much love, even now. A look that he wouldn’t mind waking up to for the rest of his life.
He watches Jun’s back as he heads towards the kitchen until he is out of his sight then he lets out a sigh. Not a sigh that is depressing or anything, but one that just about says every happy emotion that a human being could possible have in their body and then some. He closes his eyes and listens to the sounds on Jun in his kitchen making food for him. He’s sure it will be amazing since Jun takes pride in his cooking. For once, Sho’s glad about his fail in the kitchen because he gets to eat Jun’s wonderful food, even if it’s something simple to make him feel better.
Sho doesn’t know when he fell asleep, and he doesn’t know how long he was asleep. But he does know what woke up him up. The smell of Jun’s cooking not to far from him and the little bit of weight on the edge of the couch as Jun leans in to feel his forehead checking his tempter before putting another ice pack on his neck to even out the raging body tempters running through him.
He opens his eyes slowly and only just a bit, feeling the pain the lights are causing on his poor head that keeps telling him to roll back over and sleep for days. But he opens them more anyway, not wanting to miss anymore of Jun’s soft gazes than necessary.
When he notices Sho’s open eyes he smiled and helps the sick one to sit up so he can eat. “I still can’t believe you have a cold.” He mocks lightly to where Sho can’t help but smile a little and shrug.
The ice pack falls from Sho’s neck and down into his shirt sliding against his stomach causing him to jump at the sudden coldness that he wasn’t expecting at all. “What can I say? I just attract things.” Jun laughs at him, but more at his slightly scared look only seconds ago than his joke.
“Its jokes like that, that will get you no where Sho.” Jun say’s giving a look that tries to be stern that only contradicts that humor in his voice that causes Sho to give one of his weak sick smiles before he starts to eat.
They stay like that, in silence, while Sho eats. Jun sits on the end of the couch legs crossed and he keeps a close eye on Sho, and Sho at the other end leaning on the arm slightly to keep from the possibility of falling over as he eats slowly trying to remember the taste of Jun’s food until it’s all gone.
Jun is up and taking the dishes from his hands before Sho can even react. He watches closely at Jun’s movements from the living room to the kitchen and back. Their eyes meet for a moment and it’s like an unspoken confession or something. Sho isn’t sure what, maybe he’s a little delirious still, but he knows it’s there. You don’t need to be a genius to figure it out.
“You should lie back down and sleep.” Jun offers, helping Sho to lay on the couch with the pillow fluffed up under his head and the ice pack back up on his neck.
Sho notices and Jun’s touches linger just a few seconds longer than they normally would have if he wasn’t sick, or if it was someone else. Or maybe that’s just the warmth he’s feeling, the electrical pulse the happens after Jun touches him is staying there longer. Or maybe…it’s always been this way. Jun’s touches, he’s just noticing it now because he has the chance for the first time in what seems like forever to actually stop and watch Jun’s movements.
Jun sits on the floor next to the couch to keep a eye on him now, a hand brushing away Sho’s bangs that are started to stick to his forehead due to sweat. And he keeps it there, for a minute or two (but it feels like five to Sho), fingers barely touching his skin before he pulls back and that’s when Sho grabs onto his hands again. Just a light hold, one that Jun could pull away from any moment if he wanted to. But he knows he won’t.
“You don’t have to stay anymore.” Sho says softly, barely above a whisper, as if the world could hear them. “I don’t want you to get sick too. I’d feel terrible.”
He smiles at the sick mans offer to leave and worry of his health. “Maybe you should be more concerned with yourself than me.” He whispers back just a quiet as Sho. “You know I don’t get sick easily…and besides, you’ll get hungry again, I know you will. How will you eat then?”
Sho held back a smile feeling his face warm up, though he convinces himself it due to the cold and not his own embarrassment. “I can cook you know.”
“Badly.” Jun jokes brushing Sho’s bangs away again but keeping his hand in his hair a bit longer this time. “Imagine how it would taste with you in this state.”
He hears that elephant again in the other room, saying something or other about fish walking on land and mating with people. Maybe he does need Jun to look after him. He wants to say something, but isn’t sure what so he just gives Jun’s hand a light squeeze.
Jun responds and gives him another soft look, one that holds the most affection he has ever seen in the younger eyes before. It makes Sho wonder, well more like think that wonder because he already knows. Jun has feelings for him, he always has. But he’ll never admit it, not again. He did once, only to Aiba, who told everyone, and then he denied it. It hurt Sho a bit to hear him say that Aiba was wrong, that all he felt was “admiration” for the other. But Sho then learned it was a lie, though he never could confront Jun about it. He saw the looks he gave when asked about it, Sho didn’t like that look, he didn’t want to see that look directed at him, so he never asked and Jun never told.
Somewhere along the lines though, they came to a unspoken understanding. You see, Sho also felt that way, be he was more closed off about his feelings and couldn’t voice them; it took him forever to just admit them to himself let alone others. But it was the way Jun’s looks would soften when their eyes met that convinced him that he did feel the same.
Sho doesn’t know when, but he fell asleep again, he only knows that he was still holding Jun’s hand. And even when he woke up again, feeling better than before, but not enough to try and sit up. He opened his eyes and saw Jun’s hair first. Then he really looked and saw that Jun was sleeping, their hands still connected, his free arm folded up under his head and his legs folded up partly under him and partly next to him in a way that if he was up Sho knows Jun would complain about not being comfortable.
He smiles to himself and pulls the now warm and melted ice pack from his neck and drops it on the floor softly next to Jun. His gaze lingers on the line free soft face of Jun that he’s only seen a hand full of times since they’ve met, but always finds it as perfect, if not more, than the last time he saw it.
Sho reaches a hand up and puts it in Jun’s hair, and runs it through as soft as possible as to not to wake him in anyway. He stays that way for a while, just patting Jun’s soft hair over and over, watching his sleeping form, seeing his shoulders move when he breathes. He feels Jun’s light squeeze at some point but doesn’t see him move other than breathing and smiles again.
He doesn’t mind being sick, not in the least. As long as he has Jun to worry about it, it doesn’t matter.