Innocence

Rating: PG
Category: AU
Pairing(s): None
Warnings: Chocolates
Summary: You don't have to be loud to be noticed...
Notes: Since [info]deddybear and I were both feeling crappy at the same time, I promised her a little cheer-up fic. Enjoy, hon.

He was eating chocolates, sitting sideways on the stone bench within the huge hot tub in the main room. His long hair hung damp, stringing across his throat and shoulders like glossy brown tendrils, following the fine line of muscle under the white flesh. He’d chosen to sit opposite his four band mates so he could read without having the massive television hanging before him. It was a book about aircraft, written in Norwegian, filled with sepia photos of planes that were now mere ghosts of decades lost.

And eating chocolates; small brandy-filled ones.

He reached out unconsciously, blue eyes on the page of his book, the slender fingers on his long, beautifully defined hand seeking, finding, selecting the round confection and lifting it from the box, slowly drawing to the parting lips. There came a glimpse of white teeth and the tip of a tongue, then a pause. After a moment the teeth closed down on the chocolate, cracking the shell, spilling clear golden fluid. The tongue slipped out to catch the small droplets that fell upon his lips, turning them slick, making them shine, drawing the liquid into his mouth before the lips closed over the chocolate, and he chewed. He swallowed, a reflexive rippling of the slender neck. He slowly licked his fingers clean, slipping them one by one between his lips and drawing them out. Then, once the ritual was complete, he reached again in that unconscious manner for another chocolate…

A roadie appeared in the doorway. “Lunch is ready, my lords.”

Toki closed the book and hopped out of the hot tub, grabbing up a robe. “Oh boy, is escargot todays! I loves dat stuff! What is escargots anyways? I really likes dem.” He wrapped his lean body in black terry cloth that looked almost like velvet, then paused, blue eyes blinking innocently at his companions. “Is you guys coming?”

“We’ll be there in a moment,” said Nathan.

“Okay.”

Then he was gone in a flash of black fabric, hurrying to his room to dress for lunch. There was a long silence, the four guys in the hot tub sitting in uncomfortable quiet, exchanging glances.

“So… I… guess we were all… watching Toki eat the chocolates and not the… uh… news,” said Nathan quietly.

Still no one moved.

“Awkward,” said Pickles.