The power of smile

Band: The Guzmania&Acme (ex.DIV)

Pairing: Chobi&Chisa

Rating: 17+

Genre: romance

Warnings: -

Note: Chisa is trying to describe, why he's attracted to Chobi.

It's easy for me to say what I feel for you. I can talk about this for hours in my mind. But can I see you?

Maybe it's strange, but first thing which someone can notice about you is strength. A powerful will to live, radiating like a bright light, overflowing onto those around you. You can drown in it, sink like in the water.

Then someone slowly gets to know you and notices more acceptances of your personality and appearance. Your hair is usually messy, even if you try to control it, some strands will have a life of its own. You don"t have much depth in your eyes, but I can see a spark of hope in them, as if they were burning with a thirst for adventure. And I love your smile from all these things. Just angelic smile, not revealing what is really hidden in your little body.

You're short, it's a fact. But who cares about it in our times? If these people exist, they should seriously think about their priorities. And I'm not much taller, after all.

You have full mouth and beautiful hands, even if your fingers aren't slim. But they have something in them making one unable to stop watching them.

You often joke that we are together because our hands are beautiful. And you don't understand, why I think that my aren't. But you don't understand a lot of my opinions about my appearance.

I could have a girlfriend with big tits, slim legs and fluffy hair. I could have a manly, muscular boyfriend. But why? Nobody understands, why I chose you. Sometimes even I don't understand.

And then you pick me up and carry me. Just because. Because you are strong after all and you could punch someone harder than many muscular drummers. Satoshi can confirm. This bruise under his eye, which you made because of Shougo, is an evidence. Even Naoto praised you back then.

But I don't see a difference between you punching Satoshi and you picking me up from the floor, when I faint or when I have so strong asthma attack that I can't find my inhaler.

And you know what? When I tell you that you're handsome, don't reply that I am the one who is supposed to be pretty in our relationship. It offends my taste, Hiroki. Okay?

And nothing is more exciting than your rough warm hands sliding over my cool body. Sometimes it's good to have sensitive skin.

The end

Calm

Band: Moran

Pairing: Soan&Hitomi

Rating: 17+

Genre: romance

Warnings: -

Note: Hitomi feels calm, when he's with Soan. And he's glad for having him in his life.

Fans think that our life is carefree. After all, we do what we love, we've always dreamed about it, we don't sit all day in the office and we are our own bosses, right?

Unfortunatelly, it isn't like that. Of course, we love music, we love making it and sharing it with fans, but... We often sit at the table, on the bed, lie on the floor or even hang upside down with our legs thrown over the back of the chair because we can't find any inspiration and the company wants us to do this album for yesterday. In addition, the above-mentioned fans expect from us three photo sessions at once and probably two dozen selfies posted on Twitter.

How to take a breath in this chaos? How to find some time for hobbies besides music? Sometimes I scroll the Internet and I see stories, when we only sing, play instruments, go for rehearsals and even live in the same house with all band members and all our pets. But what about movies, TV series, books, animes, mangas and computer games? It seems like the programmer could only be interested in everything, which has to do with computers, but animals would be forbidden for him. Because how he could watch shows on Animal Planet? The programmer? It's a scandal!

So I like the most days, when we return after the tour to home and we can take a relaxing bath alone. Yes, alone. Voices of bandmates and even of our beloved ones are annoying after all this time and we need to have a time only for us. Our thoughts, our souls and our bodies.

I am almost fourty, so it isn't a shame for me to admit that I like sex. I like orgasms and I like your rough as hell hands on my body. But you know what? Even if I'm almost fourty, I still often can't admit that it isn't the most important thing.

It's about the calm. The calm in my heart, which I feel, when I'm with you. Or even when you're in the next room, or in the kitchen, making tea. Your presence is calming me, I feel like I had my own bodyguard, who will save me from this cruel world. The world outside and the world inside. I often have the impression that the greatest enemy of us are we ourselves. And I don't mean wars, but our minds. It's our brain that sends us conflicting signals and we feel stressed even though nothing is happening. It's as if we're afraid of the future, losing ourselves in the past and wasting the present.

But in your arms it's different. It's calm. After a tired day, after a long travel, after tiring tour. I love falling asleep like that. Hugging you and listening to your heartbeat. With Maa-kun laying between us in the bed. Thinking about how good it is to have someone to look after you, who cares, who cheers you up when you have a bad day and who runs after you in flip-flops, because you forgot your gloves, when you went to the studio. And maybe you often panic, maybe you're mad easily and maybe sometimes you're an egoist, but Tomofumi... I wouldn't trade you for anyone else. No one else would cover me with strong wings like you have.

I feel calm. You still whisper something to me, still patting my head, but I'm already falling asleep. I dive in the river of dreams.

See you tomorrow, Tomofumi.

The end

Mask

Band: Moran

Pairing: Soan&Hitomi

Rating: 17+

Genre: romance

Warnings: -

Note: Soan's thoughts about masks, about Hitomi and generally about life.

Everyone is wearing a mask. Somethimes they have even more than one. It depends on who they are with.

One mask for family. I smile to my father, even if I know, that we're gonna fight about some stupid shit in a moment. I thank my mother for a dinner, even though she overcharged it, but I blame it on the distraction caused by bad events in her favorite series. I laugh with my brother that I'm forever alone, even if he probably guesses that it's not true.

Second is for fans. A serious drummer, who loves everyone in spite of everything, holds no grudge against anyone, knows half of the rock scene in Japan. But the fans piss me off a lot, I'm not that serious at all, I'm still not expert about playing drums and I just don't like some of the people I take selfies with. However, I think that certain enemies must be kept closer than friends, because they can be useful. I'm only human and humans are manipulators.

Third mask is for friends. I'm always helpful, always give advices and take from the party, when it's bad weather or they're so done that they even don't have a strength to go get a bus drive. I'll go to the shop, when they're sick. I'll go for a walk with their dogs and feed their cats. I smile all the time, it's not a problem doing these things. I repeat it again and again. But I often feel tired and annoyed because of my friends, even if I care about them so much. Everyone wants to be alone sometimes and think about his own daily problems.

For you I don't have to put on a mask. You love me 

You love me as I am. You fly to me like a butterfly into a spider's web. You don't pay attention to the fact that you can get entangled and that the spider will never let you go from his arms again. You trust me. And you say you feel safe with me.

You know what, Hitomi? To be honest, I don't like this point of view, when people told us, who is seme and who is uke. Who is more manly and serious and who is more childish and girly. In our case it's not like that. Of course, I'm more manly than you, but I'm not serious at all. You're a thinker here. You have more logical mind and you can see and fix up my mistakes. I feel safe with you, but in a little different way. You said that you can fall asleep in my arms, because of it, but me... I see a future, Hitomi. And there's no pain, no loneliness, no tears because of quarells. That's what I mean, when I say that I feel safe with you. That I can look forward to the future with a smile, don't have to worry about the past and enjoy the present.

And everything because of you. That's why I don't need a mask, when I'm with you. I don't have to pretend that everything is okay, when is not. I can cry, I can laugh and I can be mad, even at you! Because I know that you will only smile and pat my head, telling me that sometimes you feel that you're older. 

Then I will probably get mad for a moment or pretend that I was offended, so that we would start rolling on the floor like some not-so-serious teenagers, when you would jump on my back and I intentionally fall over. I will lean on my arms over you and ask if you are really almost forty and you will burst out laughing. And that's how our seriousness and all of the masks we put on will disappear.

And I love this reality, Hitomi. The reality, where you are.

Thank you.

The end

Velvet

Band: The Guzmania&Acme (ex.DIV)

Pairing: Chobi&Chisa

Rating: 17+

Genre: romance

Warnings: some erotic scenes

Note: Chobi's thoughts about women and Chisa.

Or just a sensual miniature.

I always thought that women are beatiful. They have the perfect bodies and skin soft like silk. It was true. But then I met you and female part of the population didn't interest me anymore. Even though I was hundred percent sure I was straight.

My fingers move along your velvet skin, making you shiver. I lean over you, with my black hair lightly touching your face. Your bright hair spread over the pillow. You look at me with your big, black eyes, touching my warm cheek with your cold hand and kissing me passionately.

You have a habit of grabbing me by my wrists, which always ends with scratches, looking like I tried to give a cat a bath. And that's usually my cover-up story. Because while our friends laugh to themselves, our fans wouldn't understand.

An you know what? When I fall asleep next to you, feeling your warm breath on my skin, I think to myself that I don't care about all those women with perfect bodies and silk skin. I definitely prefer velvet.

The end