Suits, by Velasa
A silly little drabble I came up for the contest down at PiccoloxGohan, a slash community I picked up on LJ lately. Fun place, and I got a cute fic out of the prompts. Feel free to drop by there and join us
PG for this little romantic comedy, which I need to open the air back up after posting 'Cumbersome'. As an aside, this is my first actually happy slash fanfic. Crazy, no? Well enjoy.
This is ridiculous. Completely.
"Hey, are you still in there?"
He never should have agreed to this. He doesn't like people, or suits, and he doesn't even know what these holidays are to care about them. By the gods, he doesn't know why he's doing this.
"Pic? You need some help?"
His reflection stares back at him, looking about as awkward as he feels right now. He's not suppose to be uncomfortable, he's the damn deamon king. Terror of millions. So why does the thought of a Christmas party scare the hell out of him?
The mirror doesn't answer. It just stares back at him and comments on how clumsy he looks in a suit. He tries to put the bow tie on again, but it's little more than a black mess. He curses under his breath and it echoes around the tiled room back into his sensitive ears. Of course he hears it when the door finally clicks open, he just doesn't turn because he's busy trying to get the massive knot off himself. Stupid godsdamned human clothes-
His claws are pried back from shredding the silk by much smaller, softer fingers, and the voice that accompanies them matches that contrast "Oi, don't kill it. Let me just get it for you."
The nameccian's glare redirects to the bathroom mirror as Gohan's nimble fingers make quick work of the silk ribbon. He smiles up at him. The grimace is unmoving.
"I look ridiculous."
"Nah, you look good. Really."
He knows the kid's trying his best. But it doesn't help the fact that he's going to have to leave the apartment in this. Gohan seems to narrow in on this thought subconsciously.
"You know Pic, there isn't going to be anyone we don't know there, just friends. It'll be fun."
That just brings out a grimace. "Vegeta is not a friend."
"He won't be too bad. Bulma-san won't let him."
"I doubt he'll let anyone stop him when it's this easy."
"I think you look good."
An eyeridge cocks up, and he gives him something of a look. "You're suppose to say that. You bought me this thing."
And then the kid smiles just the right way and he feels his locked footing slide out from under him. "Because you look good in it." Despite himself, he feels the lines in his face easing out. Gohan eases himself up on his tiptoes and touches his lips to his cheek, still offering that insufferable smile.
"Now, how about getting out of this bathroom and getting to that party."
Begrudgingly, he accepts his face and lets himself be pulled out. But as Gohan walks off to pull his jacket on, his eye turns off to the clock on the wall. Wait….
"Wasn't this thing at eight?"
"Yeah. So?"
"It's seven fifty two."
"…. Fifty two?"
He hadn't thought the kid's eyes could bug out like that. Despite all his best intentions to look annoyed he can't help laughing.