write_my_dreams | Stretches HydexGackt

Title: Stretches
Author:

toiunplus
Pairing: Hyde x Gackt
Genre: Humor, romance
Warning/Disclaimer: Nothing to warn about. I own no one.
Rating: PG-13
Chapter(s): 1/1
Summary: Hyde comes home and sees Gackt stretching. Naturally he ccan't resist.
Author's Comment: This story was kind of a pain to write. I started it a few days ago, then had to redo it completely since Gackt just did not want to cooperate. So I changed it today, and it worked a lot better today. DIdn't too much edits on it... maybe my rough drafts are getting better. Comments are love!

Hyde hummed the tune for Bless as he stepped up to Gackt’s front door. He’d just gotten back from having lunch with Tetsu. It’d been nice to spend time with him outside of work, and lunch had been delicious. He’d have to bring Gackt to that restaurant sometime. Pity his lover refused to eat anything with carbs or something unhealthy like dessert, it would have been so nice to split a chocolate brownie with him…

The vocalist chuckled as he imagined the look on Gackt’s face if he were to suggest such a thing. It’d be the scandalized, slightly horrified look he always got along with the usual outburst of, ‘That’s so unhealthy. You should have a salad instead.’

Hyde wrinkled his nose and slipped off his shoes. He’d much rather have a slice of cake than a salad – no matter how much Gackt tried to push his healthy lifestyle on him. Hyde shut the door behind him and started towards Gackt’s exercising room. His lover had been working out when he’d left two hours ago, and knowing him Gackt was either exercising or working. Or both. Hyde had caught him writing song lyrics while power walking on the treadmill before and typing on his Mac while doing yoga.

His guess hadn’t been wrong. Hyde found Gackt in his training room dressed in the same black exercise shorts he’d been wearing when Hyde had left. Gackt had left the treadmill though and was now seated on the floor, demonstrating his flexibility by having his legs open as far as he could. Gackt’s upper body was bent over his right leg as he did a toe touch. Hyde leaned against the doorframe as he watched his lover. Gackt’s shorts had ridden up due to the position he was in, showing off more of his thighs. Unable to resist the stunning sight before him any longer, Hyde stepped into the room and went over to his lover.

“I’m home, Gacchan.”

Gackt straightened up, brushing his hair out of his eyes. He made no move to close his legs though. “Welcome back. How was lunch?”

“It was great. We should go there for dinner tomorrow, you’d love their food.”

“Is it healthy?”

“I wouldn’t suggest you go there with me otherwise,” Hyde chuckled as he stroked Gackt’s hair out of his face.

“I’ll clear my schedule for dinner then.” Gackt gently pushed Hyde back, giving him a flirty smile. “You like what you see?” Hyde hadn’t been able to take his eyes off Gackt’s legs or chest the entire time, which his lover had noticed.

“Of course.” Hyde reached out to touch, but Gackt caught his hand and gave him a stern look.

“Don’t even think about it.”

Hyde smiled his best angel smile. “Think about what?”

“You’re thinking about fucking me.”

Hyde smirked. “Are you saying you want it?”

Gackt brought his legs together and adjusted his shorts. “No. I have a live tomorrow.”

“So?”

The soloist rolled his eyes. “So you can’t fuck me tonight since I need my voice in perfect condition for tomorrow.”

Hyde leaned down and tangled his fingers in Gackt’s sweaty hair. “Tomorrow then.”

“But I-” Hyde shut Gackt up with a kiss, enjoying the rare feeling of having to lean over to kiss his lover. The soloist grasped Hyde’s hips and drew him closer as he returned the kiss, letting Hyde take control. The shorter man deepened the kiss and let his free hand wander down Gackt’s chest. He’d just reached the waistband of Gackt’s shorts when the singer broke the kiss, turning his face away and panting softly to catch his breath as he moved Hyde’s hand from his chest.

“You can’t have me tonight. If I’m not too tired tomorrow you can do what you want to me then, but if not…” Gackt lowered his voice to a sultry purr, “then the day after.”

Hyde doubted he’d be getting laid tomorrow. Gackt would probably be too tired to have sex and even though he’d gladly do it, Hyde would rather have his lover well rested. “All right.” He traced his fingers over Gackt’s collarbones. “We can still have sex tonight though.”

Gackt frowned. “I need my voice, and I want my neck unmarred.”

Hyde chuckled. “I thought your Dears loved it when you came in with hickeys on your neck at your last live.”

Gackt scowled. “Of course they did, but I don’t want to have hickeys for my performance.”

Hyde smirked. “They look so pretty on your neck though.” He skimmed his fingers up the soloist’s neck. He loved marking that pale, perfect skin and claiming Gackt as his own.

His lover removed Hyde’s hand from his neck. “No touching.”

The vocalist huffed. “Why not? You can never keep your hands off me.”

“I behave when you have a live.”

“No you don’t, you still grope me!”

Gackt shrugged. “You’re irresistible and you’re all mine, why should I keep my hands off of you?”

Hyde lit up as he got an idea. “Gacchan, stand up.”

Gackt shot him a suspicious look. “Why?”

“Just stand up.”

The soloist still looked wary, but got to his feet.

Hyde grinned as he grabbed Gackt’s hand. “We can still have sex, you just have to be quiet! I know that’ll be hard for you, but you can do it.” And before Gackt had a chance to protest, Hyde had already dragged him out of the room. He doubted there would be any complaints coming though since Gackt loved sex.

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