Ficlet - Scent, Gojyo/Sanzo, R
Jul. 27th, 2005 09:16 pmThis is for
scribblemoose, whose prompts were : Gojyo, Sanzo, shampoo. This was surprisingly hard to write, so I hope it works. Gojyo/Sanzo, R
Scent
It was the smell of it more than anything. When they'd been in Jeep all day it became a mass of tangles that smelled like leaves and wind and sun and grass.
Gojyo could bury his nose in Sanzo's hair right there and just spend whole minutes breathing in. Then Sanzo would go and wash it, making it smell only of shampoo. He never said anything though, because what was there to say? Sanzo had limited interest in anything to do with Gojyo that wasn't immediately gratifying. Sanzo liked getting a light for his cigarette. Sanzo liked his cock, liked being on it, sucking it, having it in his hands. It wasn't like he wanted Gojyo's sappy ideas about his hair and how the smell of it made Gojyo feel safe and warm. Gojyo didn't particularly want to hear things like that coming out of his own mouth.
But it smelled good, even if sometimes it was mostly cigarette smoke.
He liked to fuck Sanzo from behind. That way he could pin down Sanzo's shoulders and go in hard and deep. Sanzo went wild for that. Gojyo would stretch forward so he could press his face into Sanzo's hair as Sanzo writhed, inarticulate, and it would brush and slide against Gojyo's face.
'Why do you do that?' Sanzo said, afterwards. He sounded curious for once.
'What?'
Sanzo turned to lean on one elbow. 'Sniff my hair. Is it some sort of perverted fetish?'
'I wish. No,' he said, annoyed. 'It's nothing. Just-- it smells good.'
'But it's dirty,' Sanzo said, looking puzzled. He pushed a hand through his hair, making it stick up.
Gojyo liked him like this, dazed from sex. His face was as soft as Gojyo ever saw it, sleepy looking and open.
'Yeah. I know.'
'And you like that?' Sanzo said, raising his brows.
'Turns me on. You don't seem to mind.'
'Huh.'
It smells of you, Gojyo didn't say. Better to keep quiet about shit like that.
Sanzo didn't open his mouth after that except to kiss him, and later he twined his arms around Gojyo's shoulders and pulled him closer, face pressed to his neck.
Sanzo didn't take his shampoo into the bathroom the next day.
Scent
It was the smell of it more than anything. When they'd been in Jeep all day it became a mass of tangles that smelled like leaves and wind and sun and grass.
Gojyo could bury his nose in Sanzo's hair right there and just spend whole minutes breathing in. Then Sanzo would go and wash it, making it smell only of shampoo. He never said anything though, because what was there to say? Sanzo had limited interest in anything to do with Gojyo that wasn't immediately gratifying. Sanzo liked getting a light for his cigarette. Sanzo liked his cock, liked being on it, sucking it, having it in his hands. It wasn't like he wanted Gojyo's sappy ideas about his hair and how the smell of it made Gojyo feel safe and warm. Gojyo didn't particularly want to hear things like that coming out of his own mouth.
But it smelled good, even if sometimes it was mostly cigarette smoke.
He liked to fuck Sanzo from behind. That way he could pin down Sanzo's shoulders and go in hard and deep. Sanzo went wild for that. Gojyo would stretch forward so he could press his face into Sanzo's hair as Sanzo writhed, inarticulate, and it would brush and slide against Gojyo's face.
'Why do you do that?' Sanzo said, afterwards. He sounded curious for once.
'What?'
Sanzo turned to lean on one elbow. 'Sniff my hair. Is it some sort of perverted fetish?'
'I wish. No,' he said, annoyed. 'It's nothing. Just-- it smells good.'
'But it's dirty,' Sanzo said, looking puzzled. He pushed a hand through his hair, making it stick up.
Gojyo liked him like this, dazed from sex. His face was as soft as Gojyo ever saw it, sleepy looking and open.
'Yeah. I know.'
'And you like that?' Sanzo said, raising his brows.
'Turns me on. You don't seem to mind.'
'Huh.'
It smells of you, Gojyo didn't say. Better to keep quiet about shit like that.
Sanzo didn't open his mouth after that except to kiss him, and later he twined his arms around Gojyo's shoulders and pulled him closer, face pressed to his neck.
Sanzo didn't take his shampoo into the bathroom the next day.
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