{042} Be here
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Sho/Aiba, R (Sofa / Kissing / Make out)
In storms with you, part 4
This is also available in AO3
“How long has it been since you’ve slept?”
Masaki looked up, squinted at him through his glasses and offered him a smile. He looked tired and sleepy, and Sho couldn’t help but be worried that the other man was pushing himself too hard unnecessarily. Again. Masaki had this unhealthy habit of overworking himself despite knowing he didn’t have to, after all – and it made him sick with worry knowing that he couldn’t do anything to make it stop.
A part of him knew that the almost insane workload Masaki had conjured since the beginning of the year was his fault. In a way, he was certain it was his equally insane work commitments that drove the love of his life into doing the same, but he could also be wrong. Still, it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that Masaki was doing it for a reason, and for both their sakes - mostly for the sake of Sho’s own peace of mind, really – he had to either talk Aiba out of it or devise something on his own to make sure it stopped before the other man collapsed in exhaustion.
“I took a nap this afternoon, if that’s what you’re asking?” Masaki answered as he took his glasses off and rubbed the tiredness from his eyes. Sho sighed and took a seat next to Masaki on the sofa, reached out to take the folder Masaki’s been going through for God-knew-how-long off of his lap, and put it aside.
He held out a hand before Masaki could even begin to protest. “A fifteen-minute nap doesn’t count as sleep, Masaki,” he said, shaking his head as he surveyed Masaki over. This close, it was so easy to spot the dark rings under Masaki’s eyes, his exhaustion visible from the way his lips curled sheepishly in a smile to cover up the way he was obviously fighting to stay awake.
“Come on, you have to rest. You don’t honestly think staying up all night would help you memorize this,” he said, reaching up to put a hand on Aiba’s nape, thumbing the underside of Masaki’s jaw tenderly.
“You should know better than that now. Sleep is important.”
Masaki snorted, but it sounded a little forced and maybe a touché too sleepy that he couldn’t help but chuckle helplessly in return.
“You’re one to talk, Sho-chan,” Masaki said, but he was leaning into Sho’s touch and closing his eyes as he did so, that it was hard to believe Masaki was anything but exhausted. It was so obvious. Sho didn’t even have to look closely to see it.
“Between the two of us, I think I’m not the one you ought to be nagging to about proper sleep. I’m pretty sure I sleep longer than you do. And I do sleep in the vans too, on the way to work, you know? You don’t.” Masaki pointed out, matter-of-factly, and Sho’s chest tightened in answer at the way Masaki’s voice was soft and his expression even more so.
“Fine, so I’m not the prime example of a perfectly healthy individual, but hey, I care about your well-being that’s why I’m telling you this,” he countered, squeezing Masaki’s chin lightly in retaliation. “So, whether you like it or not, you’re coming to bed with me. To sleep, of course.” He said, adding the last line in haste when he saw the corner of Masaki’s mouth twitched.
“For a moment there, I thought you were planning something else, Sho-chan,” Masaki said, in a teasing tone that made his heart ache in a completely different way, especially when Masaki leaned over to drop a kiss to his lips. “Which, I may say, is completely acceptable; I don’t really mind foregoing memorizing scripts or sleeping in favor of some kinky, best-left-behind-closed-doors activities.”
He couldn’t help it, he laughed, loud and so, so amused. Trust Masaki to still make him laugh despite feeling slightly melancholic about certain things that had to do with the other man, just because Masaki could.
God, he loved this man so much, really.
“Well, that’s debatable,” he said when he could finally string words together without snorting, pulling Masaki to him and kissing him. Masaki hummed through their lips, and Sho couldn’t help but indulged himself with a few more before pushing Masaki to lie on his back, before covering Masaki’s body with his own.
“ - Since it’s a standing agreement that an orgasm or two never hurt. I could get you off here, and then we could do it again in the bedroom later, that is, if you’re still awake enough to return the favor. How about it?”
Masaki grinned and tugged him down for a kiss, tongue plundering his mouth in a way that left him speechless and breathless.
“Challenge accepted, Sakurai.”
He grinned and dipped his head, kissing Masaki again.
Sho/Aiba, R (Sofa / Kissing / Make out)
In storms with you, part 4
This is also available in AO3
“How long has it been since you’ve slept?”
Masaki looked up, squinted at him through his glasses and offered him a smile. He looked tired and sleepy, and Sho couldn’t help but be worried that the other man was pushing himself too hard unnecessarily. Again. Masaki had this unhealthy habit of overworking himself despite knowing he didn’t have to, after all – and it made him sick with worry knowing that he couldn’t do anything to make it stop.
A part of him knew that the almost insane workload Masaki had conjured since the beginning of the year was his fault. In a way, he was certain it was his equally insane work commitments that drove the love of his life into doing the same, but he could also be wrong. Still, it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that Masaki was doing it for a reason, and for both their sakes - mostly for the sake of Sho’s own peace of mind, really – he had to either talk Aiba out of it or devise something on his own to make sure it stopped before the other man collapsed in exhaustion.
“I took a nap this afternoon, if that’s what you’re asking?” Masaki answered as he took his glasses off and rubbed the tiredness from his eyes. Sho sighed and took a seat next to Masaki on the sofa, reached out to take the folder Masaki’s been going through for God-knew-how-long off of his lap, and put it aside.
He held out a hand before Masaki could even begin to protest. “A fifteen-minute nap doesn’t count as sleep, Masaki,” he said, shaking his head as he surveyed Masaki over. This close, it was so easy to spot the dark rings under Masaki’s eyes, his exhaustion visible from the way his lips curled sheepishly in a smile to cover up the way he was obviously fighting to stay awake.
“Come on, you have to rest. You don’t honestly think staying up all night would help you memorize this,” he said, reaching up to put a hand on Aiba’s nape, thumbing the underside of Masaki’s jaw tenderly.
“You should know better than that now. Sleep is important.”
Masaki snorted, but it sounded a little forced and maybe a touché too sleepy that he couldn’t help but chuckle helplessly in return.
“You’re one to talk, Sho-chan,” Masaki said, but he was leaning into Sho’s touch and closing his eyes as he did so, that it was hard to believe Masaki was anything but exhausted. It was so obvious. Sho didn’t even have to look closely to see it.
“Between the two of us, I think I’m not the one you ought to be nagging to about proper sleep. I’m pretty sure I sleep longer than you do. And I do sleep in the vans too, on the way to work, you know? You don’t.” Masaki pointed out, matter-of-factly, and Sho’s chest tightened in answer at the way Masaki’s voice was soft and his expression even more so.
“Fine, so I’m not the prime example of a perfectly healthy individual, but hey, I care about your well-being that’s why I’m telling you this,” he countered, squeezing Masaki’s chin lightly in retaliation. “So, whether you like it or not, you’re coming to bed with me. To sleep, of course.” He said, adding the last line in haste when he saw the corner of Masaki’s mouth twitched.
“For a moment there, I thought you were planning something else, Sho-chan,” Masaki said, in a teasing tone that made his heart ache in a completely different way, especially when Masaki leaned over to drop a kiss to his lips. “Which, I may say, is completely acceptable; I don’t really mind foregoing memorizing scripts or sleeping in favor of some kinky, best-left-behind-closed-doors activities.”
He couldn’t help it, he laughed, loud and so, so amused. Trust Masaki to still make him laugh despite feeling slightly melancholic about certain things that had to do with the other man, just because Masaki could.
God, he loved this man so much, really.
“Well, that’s debatable,” he said when he could finally string words together without snorting, pulling Masaki to him and kissing him. Masaki hummed through their lips, and Sho couldn’t help but indulged himself with a few more before pushing Masaki to lie on his back, before covering Masaki’s body with his own.
“ - Since it’s a standing agreement that an orgasm or two never hurt. I could get you off here, and then we could do it again in the bedroom later, that is, if you’re still awake enough to return the favor. How about it?”
Masaki grinned and tugged him down for a kiss, tongue plundering his mouth in a way that left him speechless and breathless.
“Challenge accepted, Sakurai.”
He grinned and dipped his head, kissing Masaki again.
