"Moments in Time":
"Road Trip"
Setting: KHR, AU: Modern Times
Pairing: G02, 02G
Rating: T
Summary: The fun of it was just driving and stopping wherever looked nice.
Word Count: 1,684 words
Genre: Romance/Humor
Point of View: Third-person
Warnings: Homosexual relationships, swearing, attempts at humor, and possible OOC. Italics are flashbacks, thoughts, foreign words or stressed words.
Further Notes: I thought about putting smut in this, and then decided against it. By the way, there isn't much plot here. Just a bunch of small things crammed together.
"Giotto, want to go on a trip?"
Giotto glanced up from his book, looking at G., who was staring inquisitively. (Un)Like any person with a brain, Giotto responded, "Eh?"
"A trip." G. reiterated, joining him on the couch. "I have accumulated too many vacation days or so I've been told. Your job would probably let you off. So lets go on a trip."
"A trip..." The blond echoed, raising an eyebrow. When was the last time they were on vacation anyway? "Where would we go? Italy?"
"Anywhere. We could do a road trip if anything," G. shrugged. "Just drive and stop where there's anything interesting."
"We don't have a car."
"That's why rentals exist, my dearest airhead," The redhead smiled teasingly. "Did you fry your brain circuits at work today?"
"No!" Giotto protested indignantly. "I'm just a little tired."
"All the more reason to go out on a trip. For a break," G. pointed out. "A little time off work won't ruin you."
Giotto wasn't sure if he was tired enough that even his lover had to pull him out on vacation or if he really just wanted to go out on a vacation for once. Either way, the blond sighed, "Alright. Let's go on a road trip."
Giotto spent the next day searching up different places. He knew that G. said they could just drive and stop where things looked interesting, but the blond wanted to have a basic idea of where they were going and what they were doing. He liked having a bit of a plan, and he knew the redhead did too, so he wasn't so sure about just driving blindly, so to speak.
"Giotto, what are you doing?" The blond glanced to the side, recognizing the second redhead he knew.
"Hi, Cozart," He greeted as the other joined him at the desk. Cozart knew G. from when they were younger and in high school together, and both redheads were friends with Asari, a man who ran a ramen shop, from the beginning. After Giotto was introduced to them, Cozart and he quickly became friends. "I'm looking up places to visit around Japan."
"Ah, that's right. You were in Italy for all your life. I remember G. brought you back after saying he was going to visit his hometown," Cozart nodded and Giotto hid his smile; the guy didn't know the whole story and probably never would. "Going on vacation then?"
"G. wants to go. He said he's got too many vacation days," The blond shrugged, "I want to see what's good to go see."
"You should look up couple spots," Cozart grinned mischievously, "and embarrass G. as much as possible. He looks hilarious when his face turns the color of his hair."
"I'll have to look up a few. We're supposed to drive around aimlessly."
"Ehh...then why are you looking up places. You're ruining the adventure."
"Not knowing things bothers me," Giotto frowned, ignoring the other's puppy eyes. "Besides, I bet G. is looking up things secretly at work too."
"G. works in a tattoo parlor. When is he going to have time for that?" Cozart snorted.
"He does have a lunch break."
"You're a nutcase."
"Get back to work Cozart."
Two days after that, both men were packed and Giotto was shoving the two suitcases into the trunk of their small rental car. G. yawned as he leaned against the black car, sipping coffee from a Styrofoam cup.
"You could have helped," Giotto stuck out his tongue once he slammed the trunk shut.
"You cheated and looked up places to go." G. replied, sliding into the driver's seat as Giotto mirrored him in the front passenger seat.
"I can't believe Cozart told you."
"He likes seeing you get in trouble."
"He also like embarrassing you until you turn the color of your hair," Giotto shot back, leaning back in the passenger seat once he buckled the seat belt.
"Well whatever. I'm just going to get on the nearest highway and drive. Don't hesitate to point out if you want to see something."
"What about you?" Giotto blinked and the other smiled.
"I'm fine with whatever you want as long as your happy."
Giotto first made them stop at a shrine two hours into driving. He didn't catch the name of it, but it was pretty big and particularly crowded. He walked the stone paths with his beloved, and found the Omikuji stand. After prodding the other, they both got one, opening it up.
"Small blessing," G. showed him, and glanced over the blond's shoulder. "Pftt.."
"S-shut up!" Giotto retorted with a flush, and ran over to tie the piece of paper with the others. "They're not real!"
"Whatever you say, Great Curse-san," G. snickered. He strolled to the other as he frantically tied his fortune, trying to get rid of it as soon as possible.
"Bite me," Giotto pouted, and G. kissed him on the cheek. "H-hey! We're in public, you know!"
"Giotto, there are two parts to the mechanics of our vacation," G. explained seriously, "The fun part is just driving around and stopping wherever there's something nice or interesting. The fantastic part is that these people are strangers, and we'll never see them again, so we can do what we want."
Giotto sputtered incredulously and flushed a dark red, but did not protest or resist when his lover intertwined their fingers and continued their walk.
The two of them had spent an hour and a half at the shrine and the neighboring park before heading back on the road. It was an hour and a half after that when they stopped for lunch. They found themselves at a simple restaurant where the waitress kindly told them of nearby activities when Giotto asked. About an hour away was an onsen, and Giotto promptly told G. he wanted to stay there for the night.
"We've hardly gotten anywhere," G. raised an eyebrow, and hid a smile behind his glass when the other pouted.
"You've been driving for three and a half hours total already. You're getting old. Take a break." Giotto protested.
"Wuss..." G. stated teasingly, but then scowled, "I am twenty-seven years old and two years older than you."
"And don't you forget it," Giotto nodded with a grin. G. shook his head, exasperated. The waitress came back with their orders.
G. forced him to drive to the onsen.
Later in the evening, Giotto laid in a futon in their decently sized room at the hot springs, dressed in a simple gray yukata. G. sat beside him, flushing the blond's flushed face with a round paper fan with an unlit cigarette in his hand.
"You're an idiot," G. said simply, amusement seeping through.
"Shut up..." Giotto frowned at him.
"I told you that going in for too long would be bad, but you didn't listen," The redhead lectured with a small smile. "Now you're all dizzy and hot, and I have to stare at your bare chest and can't do anything about it."
"Good," Giotto stuck out his tongue. He closed his eyes and put a hand to his forehead. "I probably wouldn't be able to stop you." G. froze, halting his motions with the fan. He looked down at his Giotto, his defenseless Giotto. Giotto no longer felt the fan and hesitantly opened his mouth, "...G.?"
"Changed my mind." was all the redhead said before swooping down for a heated kiss.
Giotto nearly ignored him the next morning when he slid into the car. G. apologized a few times, but its not like it mattered since he could never stay mad at the other for long. The sex was good anyway...
"So how long do we plan on going on this trip?" Giotto asked randomly, watching the scenery pass by. He had taken a week off of work, just to be sure he covered the time.
"I took five days off, so four days to explore and get back home." G. answered. "Its plenty of time I think."
"Yeah..." Giotto hummed and then pointed straight ahead, "Let's go there."
The next few days passed quickly, even as they stopped at several places along the way. They stopped at markets and sightseeing spots, shrines and forests. Finally they came upon the morning of the fifth day, and they would have to head back to their home.
They were at a beach, and Giotto had no idea what road or highway G. drove on to get them even remotely close to the ocean. Either way, it was beautiful. The breeze was cold on the cool morning, and the water felt icy when the blond waded through the edges of the waves. All the while, G. watched him with a small smile on his face.
"Tell me G.," Giotto began, sticking his hands into his jacket pockets, "Whats the real reason for this road trip?"
"To spend time with you," was the answer as the redhead stepped closer to the blond. "We've been really busy at work lately, and we haven't been seeing each other as much. I've missed you."
"G.," Giotto brought one of his hands up as his lover grasped it gently. He didn't expect such an honest answer from his usually feeling-secret-keeper. His lips twitched upwards into a gentle smile as he said, "Thank you."
"For what?" G. asked, tilting his head slightly.
"For being you," Giotto leaned up and kissed the other softly. "I love being able to spend more time with you. This trip was a great idea."
"I'm glad you liked it," The redhead reciprocated the kiss. "I love you, Giotto."
"I love you too, my beloved G.," Giotto smiled wider. "So...back home I guess?"
"I suppose so," G. sighed.
"I...did take a week off you know."
"...I could call into work and take two more days off," G. said, leading the blond back to the car, hands intertwined. Giotto grinned brightly, obviously happy at the statement. "Do you want to stay at an onsen again?"
When Giotto vehemently and instantly yelled 'no!', G. couldn't help but laugh.
Fin.
I have a super long entry for this compilation fic coming up, but I'm taking my time on it. Its fun because I'm sporting hints into my modern fics, because that's where they count.
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