Title: it’s chill in the wind but it’s warm in your arms Author: cuethe_pulse Fandom: La Corda d’Oro Pairing: Ryoutarou Tsuchiura x Len Tsukimori, one-sided Ryoutarou ~> Kahoko Hino Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 928 Warnings: None Disclaimer: La Corda d’Oro and its characters do not belong to me.
It took Ryoutarou longer than it probably should’ve to realize he wasn’t walking home. He’d meant to, when he’d left the hotel room where he’d…he’d… He’d what? Become a man? That was stupid. Lost his virginity? That made him sound like a teenage girl. In any case, he’d meant to go home when he’d left the hotel room where he’d had what he’d thought was going to be the best night of his young life until it’d been ruined by six simple words.
(“I think this was a mistake,” Kahoko whispers, voice broken, into his chest.)
He stopped, but only for a moment. If his desire to get as far away from that hotel room as possible wasn’t enough to keep him going, the biting winter wind certainly was. He stuffed his hands in his pockets (he leaves his gloves on the bedside table and he doesn’t know that she keeps them, as a reminder) and sighs, the puff of breath materializing in front of him before disappearing. When his legs started moving again, he knew where he was headed and it made him feel like a fool.
(“You’re an idiot.”)
Or an idiot.
(“You’re an idiot,” Len tells him, when he shows him the key to the hotel room.
“Why is that?” He asks, pocketing the key, briefly noting that he maybe cares a bit too much about what Len thinks.
Len seems to stall, purposefully looking over the breakfast menu for the third time before answering. “Because you’ve got something else in your pocket that you haven’t shown me. And if you show it to her tonight, you’re an idiot.”
Ryoutarou scowls out the diner window and neither denies nor confirms the existence of the little black box in his pocket. “You know, when guys have feelings and decide to act on them, it doesn’t make them an idiot. It only makes them human. I guess your alien leaders forgot to tell you that when they dropped you from their spaceship.”
“She’s not in love with you.”)
It started snowing. He blinked snowflakes off his lashes and kept walking. His fingers curled into fists in his empty pockets (the box, which he doesn’t show to her and doesn’t ever tell her about, is left underneath the hotel bed) and he shivered as the wind blew through him. It was too damn cold for this. Why couldn’t she have dumped him during a warmer season?
Dumped. (“She’s not in love with you.”)
He stumbled a little.
(“You don’t know that,” he mutters, trying not to look Len in the eye, trying not to punch Len in the face.
“I do, actually.”
“How?” He isn’t sure he wants to know.
Len seems like he isn’t sure he wants to say. “Just…trust me.”
Like hell. “Why should I trust you?”
“You are what?” Len gives him a look, and he understands, but he doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. “Why…why would you tell me that?”
“I’m only human.”)
It was dark and there was enough snow on the ground for him to make perfect dirty footprints in by the time he reached the Tsukimori manor. He glanced up as he approached and saw the movement of curtains in Len’s bedroom window. He swallowed hard, inhaled deeply, and instantly regretted it as the inside of his nose went nearly-numb.
He felt anxious as he walked up to the door, hoping their less-than-friendly and rather abrupt parting that morning (he slams his menu down on the table—the sound isn’t as satisfying as he hopes—and leaves the diner with renewed determination) hadn’t soured things between them. Len had the door halfway open when he reached it, watching him with indifferent eyes.
“Hey,” Ryoutarou said, teeth chattering a bit. “It’s freezing.”
Len arched an eyebrow, looked out at the snow. “I imagine so. Shouldn’t you be in bed with your fiancée?”
Ryoutarou (falls into bed with her, her fingers in his hair, his hands up her shirt) eyed the ground, sucked in a sharp breath. He half-chuckled, wryly. “I should be.”
“Then what are you doing here?”
He didn’t know what he was doing here, really, but he had the vaguest of ideas, and…and it might’ve been selfish, but he needed to be loved tonight. He took a cautious semi-step forward before deciding to fuck it; he had nothing left to lose.
(His first kiss with her is in spring; they’re sitting on the park bench and he has his arm around her. She makes the cutest little sound when their lips touch and she moves closer and puts her hand on his knee.)
Len didn’t pull away when Ryoutarou kissed him, although he’d half-expected him to. He didn’t exactly kiss him back, either. But he held his arms open a little and Ryoutarou stepped into them, sighing against Len’s lips as he felt the warmth of the man’s body heat. He stayed in the embrace as he broke the kiss, resting his chin on Len’s shoulder.
“So you’re using me,” Len said in a voice Ryoutarou couldn’t decipher. “For my heat.”
“Among other things,” Ryoutarou added, guiltily; he felt bad, but he wanted to be honest, wanted Len to understand so he could turn him away if he wanted to.
“Then we should probably go inside,” Len murmured, “before I get cold, too.”Ryoutarou nodded and followed him in, leaving behind the chill of winter and Kahoko's words, and savoring, if only for one night, the warmth of being loved.
ummm i got mix feeling about Ryotarou's actions in this fic. especially with Len.He can not be using him. It was a good reading ^-^
d'awww len. <3 unrequited feelings. poor ryou about kahoko >>;; silly girl. but he has len! <3
Sadness :(. I actually feel bad for Len!