Hello. Don't mind this too much. This is just a place for me to dabble and take breaks from my other things. This first one I did using a random song from my iTunes. There will be different prompts every time.
Song: One Song Glory Artist: Cast of Rent
Kid strummed his fingers again over the guitar strings and winced. Still out of tune. Very out of tune. It was absolutely frustrating. Then again what was he to expect from a cheap pawn shop guitar? It was the best he could get for now. Kid set it aside for the moment, opting instead to curl up under the threadbare blanket that adorned an equally worn couch.
He had no sooner gotten comfortable when he caught his hand absentmindedly sifting through the contents of his pocket, no doubt looking for something it wouldn't find. Being clean was an annoyance. It wasn't as if he was going to live very long anyway, on or off whatever he could find. The only thing that was keeping him clean now, was the promise of waking up to him everyday.
His hand relaxed and pulled out of his pocket when visions of perfect tan legs and a piercing stare began to caress his mind. Trafalgar Law. He would do it for him, so as to spend as many days as he had left with the gorgeous man that found him passed out in an alley. That held him as he shook from withdrawal. That fed him and kept him when he had nowhere to go, even though the beauty hardly had enough for himself. With more determination, he sat up and grabbed the guitar again. If Kid had his way, he would make it so he could provide for his savior, even just for a little while, if it was the last thing he did. After a few more minutes of tightening and loosening, the sound was as good as it was going to get. With practiced ease he let his fingers dance across the strings and his voice follow them.
"Now that the war is through with me. I'm waking up, I cannot see. That there's not much left of me."
He wasn't entirely sure when Law had come in or how much he had heard, but he felt the familiar weight of Law's head resting on his and smiled. Two tattooed arms snaked around his neck seconds later and he leaned back into the warmth. The scent of cheap booze and sweat was comforting; it was Law's , he set his guitar aside motioning for Law to move around the couch and sit with him. The dark haired man complied, but settled on Kid's lap instead and greeted him with a chaste kiss.
"You're home early." Kid muttered into a tanned shoulder.
"I made enough." Law chuckled. The rich sound warmed Kid from the inside out and he pulled the man close to him.
Kid nipped lightly at the exposed skin."That's good."
They sat in silence for a while, Law dozing in his arms. But Kid grew impatient. He bit down on Laws shoulder, who groaned in response and deliberately rocked his hips. Already skin was heating. Law moved out of Kid's lap, and repositioned himself so that he straddled and faced the redhead. Fiery amber met lit grey, and the last of Kid's control vanished.
There may not be much left, but for the first time in far too long Kid cherished what remained.
In the end, it would make all the difference.