Word-Collection | By : Infek Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1738 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Word-Collection: Game
Sunlight was streaming in through the windows, but barely awoke the occupant on the bed who was still firmly asleep, in feeble protest having moved his arm over his eyes, anything to cling to the last remnants of sleep.
Neji smiled as he saw it, his boyfriend never one to turn down the opportunity to sleep in a bit more. Calmly flipping the top-card over, he placed it in the desired position, his little game of patience advancing at a leisurely pace. Having awoken at the crack of dawn, cursing as he had once more forgotten to close the blinds, he had acquiesced and gotten up, however, still a bit reluctant to leave this comfort and had sat down cross-legged at the foot of their bed, grabbing a worn deck of cards he always kept in his night-stand. A perfect game for when he wanted to pass time.
Pushing his glasses further on his face, he spotted the many dust-particles floating in the air, falling on the many books stacked up against the walls, used tea-cups precariously balanced on the night-stand and the old but very comfortable leather chair in the corner buried under a mountain of clothes, both new and used. Curling up his nose, he sighed as he realised he would have to clean. Since moving in to their apartment, Neji had taken up quite a bit of Shikamaru’s habits it seemed. But it was a place of their own and you could feel and see it the moment you walked to the front-door. It was home and he loved it here. The old furniture which had history and gave warmth, the books they both collected with a passion littered all around the apartment, on every available surface, the dining-room table which was never used for eating but housed all their school-books, only two comfortable chairs at the long table forming the makeshift desk. But his place right here. That was what he loved most of all. Every night he laid down, Shikamaru right next to him, breathing steady and comforting.
Flipping another card, he let out a huff in annoyance as it was absolutely useless.
“Wha’time ‘sit?” Shikamaru’s eyes hadn’t even opened as he mumbled, the sound muffled in his pillow.
“It’s only six thirty. Go back to sleep,” Neji said calmly, stroking an uncovered and tanned leg lightly.
“Cards too loud.” At this, he laughed. It was so transparent.
“I doubt it very much.” Now, Shikamaru finally opened his eyes. Damn, but he got lucky. Smart and beautiful. The few friends they had still questioned just how the two of them fit together but they never got to see Neji like he saw him every morning in the privacy of their home, none of his usual distance designed specifically to keep others away, none of his cold demeanour. In the morning, Neji was warm, scorching even and every single time Shikamaru was more than willing to let his hands burn. He had refocused his attention on his game of patience, properly distracted.
Shikamaru leaped forward, grabbing two pale wrists and dragging Neji over his own body, cards flying out of his hands and they heard the steady drum of the deck tumbling down to the floor.
“I was winning.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re not,” Neji accused, not at all placated by Shikamaru’s boyish grin.
“Come back to bed.”
“I never left it.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Do I?”
“I love you.” Neji as usual found his cheeks warming up, even after two years so unused to these tenderly spoken words, Shikamaru not hiding any affection in his usual uncaring timbre, letting it all pour out but only for him to hear.
“Come back to bed.” Nodding, Neji lay down under the covers again, sidling up next to his lover, his head finding a comforting spot on Shikamaru’s shoulder and he inhaled the smell of sandalwood and cigarette-smoke. He knew he wouldn’t catch any more sleep but he had patience.
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