Warning: Slash
Pairing: Skwisgaar/Toki
Word Count: 1527
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Written for the "secrets" prompt on the i_hates_you livejournal comm.
Don't Say No, You Can Do's It
When Toki let himself in again, there was no way in hell that Skwisgaar was going to tell him he was too tired. He watched drowsily as Toki shook that evening's GMILF awake and ordered her out – which meant Skwisgaar probably wouldn't be getting any sleep for a while. The rhythm guitarist seemed to have a thing for bossing people around.
By the time Toki's clothes were in a careless pile on the floor, Skwisgaar felt wide awake with anticipation. His eyes raked over the pale, bare skin that he'd been seeing and touching on a daily, sometimes hourly basis recently and wished vaguely that this part could last a little longer. Toki's appreciative looks in between arrival and sex felt too brief, and they were always still a little sore from the last time… and the time before that, and the time before that… They were frequently guilty of taking the bare minimum for recovery time, but it was like they couldn't not.
If he hadn't been Skwisgaar motherfucking Skwigelf, and Toki hadn't turned out to be surprisingly insatiable, Skwisgaar probably would have been fine with just… sleeping, sometimes.
Not that he'd ever admit that.
Whenever Toki approached Skwisgaar he felt a familiar rush of desperation and sometimes even a little panic mixed in with the arousal. He knew that he had to do a lot to keep the world's fastest guitarist interested, he knew that – but was he good enough? Was he there often enough to be more than just another body? Was he just Toki yet?
He was slowly becoming aware of every muscle that could possibly be used during sex. All of them ached from overuse, sometimes pleasantly and sometimes not, but he couldn't afford to rest them for very long… Sometimes he couldn't help it, though. He'd been weak and fallen asleep, and by the time he reached Skwisgaar's room there was already someone's granny in there, indulging in the luxury of being able to doze off afterwards.
He waited impatiently for her to leave, and then hurried to undress and crawled into bed to run his hands over Skwisgaar's body. His stubby, inadequate fingers always ended up in the same teasing places, coaxing all sorts of obscene nothings to escape the other man's mouth, and maybe that could have been enough but Toki knew, because of the old lady, that he still had to prove himself. He had to stand out, had to be the best at just one thing, just that one thing… That's all he wanted.
Not that he'd ever admit that.
Neither Toki nor Skwisgaar were that great at being subtle, but between not paying much attention and never catching them in the middle of anything their band mates remained oblivious. It wasn't until Skwisgaar nodded off during a recording session that anyone even noticed one of the signs that something unusual might be going on.
"SKWISGAAR."
He jerked awake and nearly fell off his stool from the force of Nathan's yell, even through the glass. Cursing inwardly, he forced his features into a sneer. "Ja, what's you wants?" he snapped.
Pickles clicked the talkback mic on. "Dood, you jest fell asleep in the middle of yer own solo. Whet the hell?"
"Oh. Uh…" Skwisgaar had to force himself both to wake up a little more and to not look at Toki, who was sitting by himself on the couch at the back of the recording studio and apparently very involved in playing with a slinky. "Ja, I, uh, didn'ts sleeps so greats last night."
The frontman and drummer exchanged knowing, exasperated looks.
"Hnn. Well, we need to get this done," Nathan grumbled. "Go get some coffee or something. Something with caffeine."
A nap would have been a more welcome suggestion, but whatever. "Sure, okays," Skwisgaar muttered, and let himself out of the sound booth. He knew that he didn't sound very enthusiastic and didn't really care.
"I gaht some uppers in my room," Pickles offered.
Skwisgaar paused by the couch and glanced at the slinky Toki was still playing with. He found himself staring, zoning out to thoughts of Toki's hands playing with other things… "No thanks, I gots somesthings I cans have. I wills be back."
The metallic chink chink chink noise the slinky made as it wobbled back and forth grated on his nerves, though, ruining the daydream. He needed some way to get Toki out of the room, and fast.
"What ams that?" Skwisgaar scoffed. "Littles baby toy? Go find something like whats the growns-ups do, littles Toki."
And then he left quickly, hoping that would do the trick. Maybe it would. Or maybe he should have given more thought to it, but he was just so damn tired.
Since Skwisgaar's parts were the last thing they needed to record, Nathan and Pickles declared an official break not long after his departure and wandered off as well. Murderface had already left a while ago, in protest of how much ridicule his playing had received. Toki stayed on the couch for a little while longer, and when he could no longer hear voices echoing down the hallways outside he stood up slowly and dropped the slinky in the trash on his way out.
He was entertaining vague thoughts of heading for the hot tub when he suddenly found himself being pulled into a closet. The door shut behind him and he was pushed up against it, a familiar presence looming over him in the darkness. Toki knew – had dutifully committed to memory better than he ever had any riff on the guitar – the feel of Skwisgaar's hands on him, the way it felt when that blonde hair wavered close enough to his skin to sense without actually touching, the smells of the other man's skin and sweat and favorite kinds of alcohol in varying combination. The suddenness of it froze him in place, too surprised to know how to react.
"Sos, Toki," the lead guitarist began in a low voice, "I needs to bes more wakesinged up or that track mights never gets records-ded. You cans do somesthing abouts that, ja?"
"J-ja," Toki whispered.
"Goods…"
The word was like a sigh against his ear, sending shivers along Toki's spine and smoothing over the sting of the earlier insults. A brush of lips against his earlobe and down to his neck made the momentary terror at being dragged into a closet by the back of the shirt completely worth it. Teeth nipping suddenly and none too gently elicited a gasp, and it struck him that this was the first time Skwisgaar had sought him out for this.
Hurrying to undo the familiar skull-shaped belt buckle, Toki could feel his own body trembling from the effort of quickly building lust. He wanted this enough to ignore it, but the truth of the matter was that he hadn't gotten much more rest in the past several days than Skwisgaar had. When one of Skwisgaar's hands slid down the back of his pants and began probing confidently, the breath that caught in Toki's throat was in equal parts anticipatory pleasure and lingering discomfort.
Eventually – maybe sooner rather than later, at this rate – his physical control would slip and it would start to show in the way he walked and, even worse, how he faced the daunting challenge of sitting down. But for now that was still a secret he could keep, and Skwisgaar was tugging on his shoulder to tell him to turn around…
Toki's skin didn't taste as bitter as coffee. Maybe it was all the candy he ate, Skwisgaar mused idly as he waited to catch his breath. In a minute or two he'd leave a more pleasant sort of tired. Or maybe three minutes. Or five.
For what seemed like a long time the only sound in the closet was the two of them breathing, trying to recover, pressed chest to back against the door with their pants around their ankles. Then when Skwisgaar pulled back Toki whimpered at the loss.
Smirking softly in the dark, Skwisgaar leaned back in and ran his fingertips teasingly down Toki's sides. "Whats you makes noise likes a sads littles puppies for?" he murmured in the younger man's ear. "I gots to goes back nows and gets the recordings done."
"You don'ts has to, Skwisgaar," Toki replied, shivering. "They all left, prosbablies getting drunks or somesthing by nows. You don'ts needs to go back until laters…"
Skwisgaar hesitated. Normally he didn't let anything distract him from his playing, and Toki was… definitely a distraction, pervasive almost to the point where Skwisgaar didn't really need his stable sluts anymore. He wasn't quite ready to part with them yet, but sleep was an acceptable sacrifice – one he would probably go on making over any other until he physically couldn't anymore, because when had he ever turned down an opportunity for more sex?
Sensing his hesitation, Toki turned around and reached for him in the dark. "I makes it worth yous time…"
That was coming to be a familiar promise, and there was no way in hell Skwisgaar was going to say no.