Hitachiin short, PG
Mar. 8th, 2011 09:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lecanisHikaru and Kaoru short! Mostly from Kaoru’s perspective, until the end. Coooould be Hitachiin-cest if you like, but there’s nothing sexual in it.
There’s a single ray of sunshine slipping through the blinds in the bedroom, and while it’s not enough that it would have awakened the teen if he weren’t already restless, it is just bright enough to illuminate the form in bed with him, the bare shoulders and peaceful expression and splay of reddish hair across the pillow.
He wonders, sort of idly, whether he looks that young when he sleeps, whether the smile on his face is quite that artless, honest.
Obviously, on this particular morning, Hikaru is not dreaming of mischief.
The younger brother’s smile is a little sad, a little less uncomplicated that the one on Hikaru’s face, and he reaches out, gently brushes back soft locks of hair from the oh-so-familiar face.
Hikaru shifts a little with the touch, turns his head into it, just like always. Kaoru knows his every reaction by now, has it timed down to an art, exactly how to move together just right so that this touches and this doesn’t, how to create the perfect mockery of intimate acts that aren’t actually occurring.
But more than that, more than the game, Kaoru knows just what touches are most soothing to his brother, just how to get him past a rough moment or a bad dream. He doesn’t need those things now, because Hikaru’s dreams are obviously not bad ones, this particular time.
But the person he needs to soothe isn’t his twin brother, it’s himself.
So he slides his fingers along Hikaru’s cheek, just barely touching, and then leans down, presses dry lips to the older twin’s forehead. He pauses, for just a second, and then brushes the same kiss against his brother’s nose, his cheekbone, his chin. And then finally, his lips, just as chaste and simple, just one kiss.
Tonight, his brother had spent the entire evening flirting with someone else... and finally, somewhere in the middle, Kaoru had realized that this was real flirting and not treating someone like a toy... and so he’d stopped playing along. Stepped out of the equation, taken himself off to have a quiet drink with someone else, offered the movement away that was necessary for his brother to move forward.
He will keep offering it, keep taking those steps. He has already decided.
But just this moment, he’ll let himself be weak, snuggle down by his brother’s side and close his eyes, drink in the warmth that someday will be taken away.
And just this moment, Hikaru will pretend to sleep, breath slow and even, the shift to one side and the arm thrown over his brother easily mistaken for instinctual movements.
This morning, they’ll pretend a little longer that nothing is changing, will ever change.
There’s a single ray of sunshine slipping through the blinds in the bedroom, and while it’s not enough that it would have awakened the teen if he weren’t already restless, it is just bright enough to illuminate the form in bed with him, the bare shoulders and peaceful expression and splay of reddish hair across the pillow.
He wonders, sort of idly, whether he looks that young when he sleeps, whether the smile on his face is quite that artless, honest.
Obviously, on this particular morning, Hikaru is not dreaming of mischief.
The younger brother’s smile is a little sad, a little less uncomplicated that the one on Hikaru’s face, and he reaches out, gently brushes back soft locks of hair from the oh-so-familiar face.
Hikaru shifts a little with the touch, turns his head into it, just like always. Kaoru knows his every reaction by now, has it timed down to an art, exactly how to move together just right so that this touches and this doesn’t, how to create the perfect mockery of intimate acts that aren’t actually occurring.
But more than that, more than the game, Kaoru knows just what touches are most soothing to his brother, just how to get him past a rough moment or a bad dream. He doesn’t need those things now, because Hikaru’s dreams are obviously not bad ones, this particular time.
But the person he needs to soothe isn’t his twin brother, it’s himself.
So he slides his fingers along Hikaru’s cheek, just barely touching, and then leans down, presses dry lips to the older twin’s forehead. He pauses, for just a second, and then brushes the same kiss against his brother’s nose, his cheekbone, his chin. And then finally, his lips, just as chaste and simple, just one kiss.
Tonight, his brother had spent the entire evening flirting with someone else... and finally, somewhere in the middle, Kaoru had realized that this was real flirting and not treating someone like a toy... and so he’d stopped playing along. Stepped out of the equation, taken himself off to have a quiet drink with someone else, offered the movement away that was necessary for his brother to move forward.
He will keep offering it, keep taking those steps. He has already decided.
But just this moment, he’ll let himself be weak, snuggle down by his brother’s side and close his eyes, drink in the warmth that someday will be taken away.
And just this moment, Hikaru will pretend to sleep, breath slow and even, the shift to one side and the arm thrown over his brother easily mistaken for instinctual movements.
This morning, they’ll pretend a little longer that nothing is changing, will ever change.
