I'm Doing Fine
By Yanagi-sen
WK songfic
Usual disclaimers apply. Follows the songfic In Need, this is turning into a series, ne? This song is by Dan Hill and called "I'm Doing Fine". The songs and characters don't belong to me; you've heard all this before…
Warning: angst, smut…
I see you when you think no one sees.
I feel you (so close) every time you breathe.
I need you more than I needed anyone, it's true.
I wanna make love to you.
It was getting harder to ignore, the incessant urgings of his body that wanted to lay the young man on his bed, kiss him into submission, then make wild, passionate love till dawn. He ruthlessly shoved those feelings back down; unfortunately his lower extremities thought those feelings were very exciting and reacted accordingly.
Cranky, he was definitely cranky he decided, as he got up to take a cold shower, for the third time this week. Nagi had been home for nearly a week now, and Brad thought he was going to go insane. Thankfully, the young man seemed unaware of the American's 'problem'. It had taken the brunette a few days to get switched around to the new time zone and unpack. Yesterday, Schu and Farf had taken him out shopping for things he needed since the rest of his stuff wouldn't arrive via the postal service for another month at least.
He shivered in the shower, and turned the water temperature to a more acceptable level. He ran through his morning routine quickly, needing to get to that all important first cup of coffee before Farf decided to drain the pot. Getting dressed, he forced any thoughts of Nagi and his bed deep into his mind, where Schu hopefully wouldn't pick up on them.
Walking down some crowded street,
Your laughter (so pure) sounds like a symphony.
Desire sweeps through me tryin' to stay cool, it's true.
I wanna make love to you. Wanna make love to you.
They were wandering through the crowded streets of Akihabara, replacing Nagi's computer that he had sold rather than try to ship back to Japan, with the exception of his hard drives, which had gone in his carry on. The young man couldn't be satisfied with something off the shelf, and so was scouring the small shops and crowded aisles for the individual components he wanted. In some ways it was like watching a child in a candy store, the way the young man grinned at bins of electronics. It was something of a scavenger hunt and Nagi enlisted Brad's aid, even though the American had no idea what some of these items even were.
It didn't help that he was distracted by the brunette at every turn. The way he moved, the way he smiled, the light sound of his laughter at the antics of a couple of kids on the street… everything drew Brad's attention. He thanked whatever gods were out there that Schuldich wasn't with them, to pick up on his distinctly lascivious thoughts, because he was positive his shields weren't enough to contain these feelings. Especially when Nagi laughed.
Laughter hadn't been something they had heard from him when the telekinetic had been a child. The boy showed very little emotion, beyond annoyance, anger, and bitterness. To hear him laugh now… was magical.
And maddening.
And it feels like we've waited so long
Just to see what we really feel.
Girl, with you by my side,
My world comes alive.
Dinner was a private affair for them. Schuldich had a job taking pictures for a wedding and Farf had gone along for company. Nagi was animated, talking eagerly about what he'd bought that day and how he was going to assemble his new 'super' computer. Brad had no doubt that some of the things this machine would be capable of were highly illegal. But he didn't care, it was nice to see the young man so excited and… well, happy.
After eating they settled in the living room. Nagi was happily checking over his purchases and Brad was watching the news. Well, he was pretending to watch the news… actually he was watching the brunette.
Eventually the young man joined him on the couch, not able to really get going on assembling the computer till the next day. The American watched him out of the corner of his eye. Something stirred inside him… something he just couldn't deny any longer. It was wrong… he knew it was wrong, but…
"Brad?" Nagi had caught him staring; a look of uncertainty crossed the young man's face. "Is something wrong?"
"N… no… ah… I just…" Giving up, he leaned closer and kissed the brunette.
You whisper (so soft) something I can't repeat.
Your skin brushes close, touches mine so innocently.
The sun burns hot, need some relief, it's true.
I wanna make love to you (you're so close).
Wanna make love to you (wanna be a part of you).
Fingers fly over the buttons, and then spread the shirt wide to expose the pale flesh of Nagi's chest. The young man moans as lips follow paths made by fingertips over his skin. The brunette arches into the touch, his hands buried in the American's hair, holding him close. He reacquaints himself with the slender column of Nagi's neck, finding the sensitive spots with the ease of a long-time lover. The years apart hadn't diminished his memory at all.
A hand slid between them, popping the snap on the young man's jeans, then worming inside. He cupped the growing hardness, rubbing at Nagi's member through his underwear. Silk boxers… of course, the telekinetic had always favored them. Nagi moaned, his own hands trying to get the American's shirt undone. When Brad lowered himself, the brunette latched onto his mouth, kissing him needily. Tongues twined and dueled, lips feasting hungrily; till the need for air forced them apart.
This was… this was wrong… but… he, they, couldn't stop. Not tonight. But it couldn't be here. With a groan, Brad managed to pull himself away from the young man, smiling at the little mewl of discontent Nagi made. "My room." The brunette nodded and stood, a little unsteadily. They made their way to the American's bedroom, hands impatiently pulling at clothing.
And it feels like I've waited a lifetime
Just to tell you what's on my mind.
It's so hard to reveal
All the passion I feel.
Pale skin against the dark silk sheets. Brad laid Nagi out on the bed after removing the young man's clothing. He tugged off his own garments and then joined the telekinetic on the bed. The only light was what filtered in through the window, painting everything in shades of gray and blue. Brad ran his hand over the young man's body, relishing the responses to his touch. Not content with that, Nagi turned the tables and caught him in a passionate kiss.
The American rolled onto his back, pulling the brunette over on top of him. Always before it had been him in control, he wondered how far Nagi would go. The young man, always adaptable, straddled him, their erections rubbing enticingly against one another. He lay back and let the telekinetic explore as he would, kissing when asked, touching when needed, driving them both beyond the point of stopping. He waited till the young man begged him… pleading for Brad to take him, before fumbling in the drawer for what they needed. Then rolled Nagi over and prepared to make love to him.
I wanna make love to you. (I just wanna make love, oh.)
Wanna make love to you. (I just wanna make love to you.)
Wanna make love to you. (I just wanna make love.)
(Let me hold you till you're a part of me.)
*regretfully… this section had to be removed so people with nothing better to do with their time then report infractions wouldn't get my fic removed for citrusy elements*
I wanna make love to you. (I just wanna make love.)
(Till you're in ecstasy)
Wanna make love to you. (I just wanna make love to you.)
(Your eyes are so soft and sweet.)
The young man whimpered, eyes closing briefly. They were so close… but he wanted to make it longer… make it last… drive them both to the edge of insanity before giving in. He was tormenting Nagi, slowing the pace, and keeping them on the edge.
"Brad… Brad, please!"
Wanna make love to you. (I just wanna make love.)
(Let me hold you till you're a part of me.)
*also censored
Carefully, he pulled out and collapsed next to the telekinetic. Both of them were breathless, trying to get enough air into their lungs. Nagi lay there beside him, limply. His head turned and he gifted Brad with the sweetest expression before kissing him, then curling up against his side.
Brad lay there for a while, before carefully rising to take care of the clean up. The young man woke briefly, enough to accept the damp cloth, and then curled back up against him when the American returned to the bed. He thought he wouldn't be able to sleep. But the warmth of the brunette beside him, the softness of his breath on his chest… lulled him to rest.
Tomorrow would take care of itself.
I wanna make love to you. (I just wanna make love.)
AN: You can all thank Andrea Readwolf for badgering me about this. No… it's not the end, just a nice citrusy interlude. ^___^ And if you want the two sections that had to be removed (because too many parents regard the internet as a babysitter), you can find it on my website.