Fic: Stepping Into the Unreal
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cloversworldTitle: Stepping Into the Unreal
Series: Bedmates - 5
Author: clover71
Fandom: Uta no Prince-sama
Pairing: Ichinose Tokiya/ Ittoki Otoya
Rating: R
Word Count: 770
A/N:
- The drabble title is part of the lyrics translated to English of the song 'Independence' by Ichinose Tokiya [C.V. Miyano Mamoru]
- Though this part follows a theme from the list provided in the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1drabble challenge, it isn't actually a drabble entry since the word count is way beyond what is allowed. I couldn't, for the life of me, write this part in drabble form but it's still below 1K words to count as a ficlet
- Written for the word prompt 'Dream'
Summary & Disclaimer: see MASTER POST
Shafts of moonlight danced across Otoya's naked body, sweat glistening on his tanned skin. His head was thrown back, neck exposed and red hair fanned out over the stark white pillow case.
So beautiful, thought Tokiya before latching his mouth on the spot just below Otoya's Adam's apple, sucking a mark and causing delicious sounds to spill out through Otoya's parted lips.
"T-tokiya," was breathed out like a soft ballad, Otoya's voice music to his ears.
Tokiya felt fingers curl around his hair, tightening as he sucked harder. Then he dragged his mouth over the curve of Otoya's collarbone, along the flat plane of Otoya's chest and pushed his tongue out to lick on Otoya's nipple. He peered up to watch Otoya's face as his lips closed around the hardened nub and was pleased to see the expression that broke through the surface.
So beautiful.
"Tokiya, pleeeeeasse," spiraled out of Otoya's mouth in a rough vibrato, sending an electrifying thrill throughout Tokiya's body, gathering right at the center of his chest and shooting down to his groin in a sharp line, making him shudder with desperate need. He wanted more, wanted to feel more of Otoya, wanted to taste all of him, wanted to be inside him, to be enveloped in Otoya's heat and—
Shrill, upbeat noise stabbed at his ears and Tokiya gave a start. Disorientation clawed at his brain while he struggled to identify the annoying sound, took a while before he recognized his phone's ringing tone. Blindly, he fumbled around his bed, making a mental note that he was alone, and as soon as his fingers curled around the device, he brought it to his ears and snapped a sharp, "Moshi-moshi," without bothering to hide his irritation.
"Hayato," came his agent's voice and without waiting for Tokiya's response, he surged on. "Your interview scheduled for today has been cancelled. The reporter fell ill. I'll let you know when it will be rescheduled. You can take the day off. I suggest you take advantage of your break and get some rest."
"Okay, thanks." Tokiya ended the call before his agent could change his mind. He still felt a little off and it took some effort to recall what he was doing earlier.
Oh. Right. He was dreaming. And this wasn't the first time either. It was the third, in fact. Or was it the fourth? All he could remember was that the first time he had it was right after he'd seen a bruise-like mark on Otoya's neck. When Tokiya asked what it was, Otoya sputtered a flurry of excuses then ran out of their room.
It shouldn't have bothered him but it did, considering how Otoya avoided him like some contagious disease since then, and now Tokiya was having recurring flashes that felt so real. So freaking real that sometimes he wondered if he was the one who left that mark on his roommate. But how?
His contemplation broke off when the door to the bathroom opened. Otoya stepped out shirtless with his jeans hanging low around his hips and he was rubbing his hair roughly with a towel. Tokiya felt his heart leaped up to his throat.
Otoya stilled when his eyes met Tokiya's and the color on his face visibly drained, eyes blown wide as if he just saw a ghost and he stammered out a high-pitched "Y-you're awake."
Tokiya knew he shouldn't stare but it was so damn hard to look away. "Yeah."
"I uh…" Otoya grabbed the shirt lying on his bed and threw it on in a hurry then he picked up his sneakers while muttering, "I thought you didn't need to leave for work until noon?"
There must be some otherworldly reason why Tokiya felt so enthralled watching Otoya slip on his socks and shoes. "I don't have to go to work. My agen—I mean, my boss called and said he wouldn't need me to do extra work today." It wasn't entirely a lie. So. "Since I'm off today, maybe you and I can hang out?"
Otoya's head snapped up, his eyes growing even wider. "I… I can't. I mean, I wish I can, but I…" His gaze fell on his shoes once more, fingers working deftly on the laces. "I've already made plans." He jumped up to his feet, grabbed his wallet and rushed to the door. "I'm heading to town with Natsuki and Syo so I uh… I'll see you later."
And he was gone.
Tokiya stared at the closed door of their shared room. The blatant unease that Otoya had shown was left vibrating in the air.
Series: Bedmates - 5
Author: clover71
Fandom: Uta no Prince-sama
Pairing: Ichinose Tokiya/ Ittoki Otoya
Rating: R
Word Count: 770
A/N:
- The drabble title is part of the lyrics translated to English of the song 'Independence' by Ichinose Tokiya [C.V. Miyano Mamoru]
- Though this part follows a theme from the list provided in the
1drabble challenge, it isn't actually a drabble entry since the word count is way beyond what is allowed. I couldn't, for the life of me, write this part in drabble form but it's still below 1K words to count as a ficlet - Written for the word prompt 'Dream'
Summary & Disclaimer: see MASTER POST
Shafts of moonlight danced across Otoya's naked body, sweat glistening on his tanned skin. His head was thrown back, neck exposed and red hair fanned out over the stark white pillow case.
So beautiful, thought Tokiya before latching his mouth on the spot just below Otoya's Adam's apple, sucking a mark and causing delicious sounds to spill out through Otoya's parted lips.
"T-tokiya," was breathed out like a soft ballad, Otoya's voice music to his ears.
Tokiya felt fingers curl around his hair, tightening as he sucked harder. Then he dragged his mouth over the curve of Otoya's collarbone, along the flat plane of Otoya's chest and pushed his tongue out to lick on Otoya's nipple. He peered up to watch Otoya's face as his lips closed around the hardened nub and was pleased to see the expression that broke through the surface.
So beautiful.
"Tokiya, pleeeeeasse," spiraled out of Otoya's mouth in a rough vibrato, sending an electrifying thrill throughout Tokiya's body, gathering right at the center of his chest and shooting down to his groin in a sharp line, making him shudder with desperate need. He wanted more, wanted to feel more of Otoya, wanted to taste all of him, wanted to be inside him, to be enveloped in Otoya's heat and—
Shrill, upbeat noise stabbed at his ears and Tokiya gave a start. Disorientation clawed at his brain while he struggled to identify the annoying sound, took a while before he recognized his phone's ringing tone. Blindly, he fumbled around his bed, making a mental note that he was alone, and as soon as his fingers curled around the device, he brought it to his ears and snapped a sharp, "Moshi-moshi," without bothering to hide his irritation.
"Hayato," came his agent's voice and without waiting for Tokiya's response, he surged on. "Your interview scheduled for today has been cancelled. The reporter fell ill. I'll let you know when it will be rescheduled. You can take the day off. I suggest you take advantage of your break and get some rest."
"Okay, thanks." Tokiya ended the call before his agent could change his mind. He still felt a little off and it took some effort to recall what he was doing earlier.
Oh. Right. He was dreaming. And this wasn't the first time either. It was the third, in fact. Or was it the fourth? All he could remember was that the first time he had it was right after he'd seen a bruise-like mark on Otoya's neck. When Tokiya asked what it was, Otoya sputtered a flurry of excuses then ran out of their room.
It shouldn't have bothered him but it did, considering how Otoya avoided him like some contagious disease since then, and now Tokiya was having recurring flashes that felt so real. So freaking real that sometimes he wondered if he was the one who left that mark on his roommate. But how?
His contemplation broke off when the door to the bathroom opened. Otoya stepped out shirtless with his jeans hanging low around his hips and he was rubbing his hair roughly with a towel. Tokiya felt his heart leaped up to his throat.
Otoya stilled when his eyes met Tokiya's and the color on his face visibly drained, eyes blown wide as if he just saw a ghost and he stammered out a high-pitched "Y-you're awake."
Tokiya knew he shouldn't stare but it was so damn hard to look away. "Yeah."
"I uh…" Otoya grabbed the shirt lying on his bed and threw it on in a hurry then he picked up his sneakers while muttering, "I thought you didn't need to leave for work until noon?"
There must be some otherworldly reason why Tokiya felt so enthralled watching Otoya slip on his socks and shoes. "I don't have to go to work. My agen—I mean, my boss called and said he wouldn't need me to do extra work today." It wasn't entirely a lie. So. "Since I'm off today, maybe you and I can hang out?"
Otoya's head snapped up, his eyes growing even wider. "I… I can't. I mean, I wish I can, but I…" His gaze fell on his shoes once more, fingers working deftly on the laces. "I've already made plans." He jumped up to his feet, grabbed his wallet and rushed to the door. "I'm heading to town with Natsuki and Syo so I uh… I'll see you later."
And he was gone.
Tokiya stared at the closed door of their shared room. The blatant unease that Otoya had shown was left vibrating in the air.