Story Title: How Simon Became a Man (and Kamina Did Too)
Rated: PG-13 for butt abuse (no, really)
Status: Complete // 500+
Summary: [Simon/Kamina] In which Simon becomes a man (and Kamina does too).
Steve's Notes: If you've never seen TTGL, all you need to know is that it has mecha, ass-kicking, and includes the "A Hole?" scene, which is the cracktastic crack that inspired the madness below. This drabble was written for zebradove for her Kamina/Simon request.
Disclaimer: Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann © Gainax
In that split second of weightlessness, as he hovers between rise and fall, Simon becomes a man. He takes in their soft shoulders and softer curves, the pretty flush along their cheeks and the top of their breasts, the way the water obscures their limbs and secrets; their bodies make him suddenly and painfully aware of his own body, as though it were awkward and new instead of nearly fifteen years bbroken in. It is that moment that he knows, and that rush of knowing marks the single most important event of his adolescent life to date.
Then gravity takes hold and he plummets back to earth, where Kamina roughly grabs him, dragging him forward by the biceps. "Didja?" Kamina demands excitedly, his red eyes wild and mouth stretched into a maniac grin. "Didja see it?"
"Yeah," Simon whispers. There are no words to describe this sensation in his chest, the way it beats with his heart and rushes through his bloodstream. "Yeah, I—I saw it."
This is when Kamina drops him and roars, "WHERE ARE YOU, GIMMY?" and then, while Simon tries to pick himself up, "GIMMY, COME STICK YOUR FINGER IN MY ASS."
It could be the newness of whatever is within Simon or it could be the heat rising from onsen, or maybe it could be older than that and Simon just never understood before, but Simon, whose brain was only a second ago filled with pale skin and feminine angles, is so violently assaulted by the mental image of fingers in Kamina's ass that he falls over—choking—into the warm, sulfuric water.
"Oi, Simon!" Kamina shouts, hauling Simon up once more, large, callused hands around Simon's elbows. "Simon, stop dying for a second and help me!"
And Kamina is really close, like really, really close, and his nose is pressed against Simon's nose and his thighs are very nearly pressed against Simon's torso, and the thought of fingers in Kamina's butt takes a sharp turn at Don't Go There and those fingers become Simon's fingers wriggling up Kamina, and Kamina isn't fifty feet in the air but planted firmly over one of the rocks, legs splayed, water lapping around his knees as he pushes back and says—
"—great idea and—Simon, come on man, are you even listening?"
"Uhh," Simon replies intelligently as Kamina's hands slide from Simon's elbows to his waist, the roughness of them bringing Simon's thoughts to a screeching halt that gives him whiplash. "Uhh, what?"
"You," Kamina says as his fingers linger on Simon's hips, and Simon is quite sure that this temporary insanity, this sudden want, this sudden need, will never, ever become reality because it's crazy and surreal and Kamina would never, ever ask Simon to do that sort of thing. "—are going to stick your fingers up my ass."
—or, oh god shit damn fuck yes he would.
And this is how Simon got to stick his fingers up Kamina's ass and how Kamina finally became a man too.
end.