plus hasshi makes three (or, wet things get wet)
fail, my eggs are dying again. D:
pink: *plays hard-to-get*
#2 for the SANAZAWA-THON!
3. 5 Times Sanzawa had shower!sex + 1 time Hasshi joined in
2170w; R for the blazing obvious. ♥ stopover beta by mousapelli
before anything is said: I KNOW. 8D; i have other things to be working on, but this was quick and easy (...lol) and literally hit like a brick during study break, so. THE OTHER THING WILL BE THE NEXT I POST, I SWEAR IT.
The first time happens when Sanada walks in on Nozawa- see, he would've been fine if it had been anybody but Nozawa! -and has some immediate and embarrassing reactions. He squeaks, his cheeks go red, his heart-rate triples (at least!), and his... personal junior down below decides to sit up and declare a healthy interest.
Turning to leave, Sanada tries to make a quick getaway, but the tiles are treacherous and he slips; Nozawa's arm is around his waist the next instant, halting his fall, and Sanada's eyes go wide as he notices that the floor is a lot closer than it was the last time his brain said hi.
Almost gingerly, he straightens his feet back up on the wet floor and looks over his shoulder. Nozawa's right there, arm still around Sanada's middle. His other hand has a solid grip over the top of the shower stall, easily within reach since they both grew a mile last winter.
Sanada's face feels like it's on fire, and so do other parts of his person incidentally, because the way his back is pressed to Nozawa's chest isn't helping at all. "...thanks," he manages through his own mortification. "Um. Non-chan. You can let go now."
Nozawa's voice is teasing- "If you're sure you're not going to split your head open on the tiles anymore." -but then the back of his hand grazes Sanada's erection as he steps back, and Sanada feels he might just about die from embarrassment overload.
The awkwardness lasts roughly four seconds, during which Sanada remains apparently incapable of straightening up, leaving Nozawa's shower of his own accord, taking his hands from his face, or processing any sort of independent thought.
"Tcht," Nozawa says finally, pulling Sanada under the spray, "let me help." They're all boys with teenage bodies, after all. These things happen.
It's nothing but a quick handjob-quick being the operative word as Sanada comes embarrassingly fast with Nozawa's hand on him. He can't remember a thing he's said as he rests his head back against the tiled wall, though it must've been something because his mouth doesn't have far to fall open when Nozawa tells him amusedly, "You're pretty noisy, you know?"
Sanada just gapes, unable to find his voice as Nozawa rinses his hands off and reaches for some soap. But a few too many more seconds gets Nozawa the slightest bit impatient. He quirks a brow, looking pointedly at the next set of taps over. "You were here for a shower...?"
And then Sanada's ears are burning all over again. "Thanks," he mutters, unable to meet Nozawa's eyes as he dodges out from Nozawa's shower and starts up his own. Very cold.
"No big deal," Nozawa says, smile returned. "Buy me dinner and we'll call it even."
The second time, some weeks later, Sanada's already lathered up when Nozawa saunters in and turns on the shower beside him. Sanada dies a bit inside, wondering if the Great Cosmic Director is making his life deliberate torture because it only happens in hentai anime (not that Sanada watches that stuff, obviously, ever, why would he?) that two people get naked side by side when the entire bank of showers is empty.
Unfortunately, certain other aspects of Real Life do not mirror the anime world so kindly, and soap suds only conceal so much of Sanada's (manly! very, very manly) anatomy. Undeterred, Sanada obtusely turns his back on Nozawa and washes himself down sideways, at loathe to have Nozawa think that his best and most awesome dance partner has control problems like half of Kis-My-Ft2.
He doesn't. Really.
But he might have a few Nozawa problems yet undiagnosed.
Nozawa seems to find his predicament amusing-either that, or he really is just humming Akanishi-senpai's Lovejuice in complete innocence. Sanada could've sworn that Hasshi was the one who was supposed to become the next Mr. Sex On Legs, but really doesn't want to think about that all too hard...
His brain dies anyway, when he sneaks a glance over his shoulder only to find Nozawa looking right back at him with a knowing smile on his face. Sanada can't quite swallow a groan as his baser!self decides that bloodflow really does have better uses than processing intelligent thought.
"...I think you're gonna have to help me again," he manages through his teeth and pride as he turns around, eyes raking over Nozawa's long, lithe body all slick with water and seduction. He's finding it hard to breathe.
"That's okay," Nozawa says, a smile that's criminally sweet in his eyes and the colour of his cheeks. He turns off his shower and steps up close. "Help me back and I won't even ask for dinner this time."
When their lips press together, Sanada finds he totally can't breathe at all.
The third time, Sanada just thinks to hell with it and hijacks Nozawa's shower without pretense.
(The fourth, Nozawa does it right back.)
Their fifth time goes a little different, with Sanada late to evening practice thanks to Hyakushiki. He'd taken a few more runs to get his part of the dance right and Nozawa had gone ahead with the rest of Mis Snow Man, either out to a very late dinner or home early due to their crack-of-dawn photoshoots the next day.
Or so Sanada had thought.
He's mildly surprised to see the lights still on when he gets to the bathroom, a little more curious at the sound of a shower running. And then his jaw fully drops when a very familiar voice moans softly, "Yuuma..."
Sanada's out of his clothes and into the bank of showers so fast he almost slips on the tiles again-lucky he doesn't though, because Nozawa's not watching out for him this time. Not with the way his pretty are eyes closed, mouth parted just slightly and Sanada's name on his lips as he strokes himself good and slow.
It stops Sanada dead in his tracks, eyes glued and feet stuck even if he can't keep his own mouth shut. "Oh god," he breathes, "Yuuki..."
Nozawa's eyes ease open, dark and full of want. "Thought you weren't ever gonna get here," he says, the ghost of a smile on his face, and Sanada thinks he would've learned his part of the routine at least five times faster if he'd known Nozawa was going to be waiting for him. (Or maybe it would've taken him fifty times as long for destroying his concentration.)
He crosses the stall and takes Nozawa's face in his hands, kissing him 'til they're both breathless. Nozawa has his arms around Sanada's neck and Sanada slides a hand down, down the bare space between them to palm Nozawa's cock. Nozawa breaks away suddenly, hips jerking. "Not fair," he gasps, "I was waiting ages..."
"I'll make it up to you," Sanada promises. He sounds strangely certain, but then again he's been dreaming about trying this for a while now and figures there's no time like the present. Hands on Nozawa's hips, he sinks to his knees; though the tiles aren't exactly comfortable, Sanada thinks it's practically worth it already for the wide-eyed look Nozawa gives him.
"Are you sure?" Nozawa asks, voice not entirely steady.
And though Sanada can't exactly say yes with resounding confidence (his grin is cockier than he feels, pun not-too-intended), he shrugs easily enough. "I want to try." Not that Nozawa seems in any mind to stop him, staring adorably as Sanada gives a few experimental licks and flicks of his tongue before taking the first inch or so of Nozawa's cock into his mouth.
It's not too bad, Sanada thinks. A bit more intensely Nozawa-flavoured than he's used to, but not bad. Resolutely, he shifts one hand to grip at the base of Nozawa's cock and attempts to set up some sort of rhythm, which proves to be a little harder in practice than theory but Sanada doesn't give up.
Nozawa's not even watching any more, head leaned back against the tiled wall and just trying to keep his hips as still as he can under Sanada's other hand if the way his thighs tremble is any indication. "Is it... okay, really?" he asks, breathless. "You-"
"Mm~hm?" Sanada hums in his throat-and is caught off guard when Nozawa yelps and comes without warning. Sanada coughs, come in his mouth and more on his face from jerking back, and wonders for an awkward moment how exactly he hadn't been expecting that part.
But then Nozawa's kneeling in front of him, his hand warm on Sanada's cheek. "Are you okay?" he asks, "I'm sorry, I totally d..."
Sanada brushes the hand aside, kissing the apology to silence even as a shiver melts Nozawa into his arms. It doesn't occur to Sanada that it might be weird until he pulls back and Nozawa wrinkles his nose: "...weird," he says of the taste, and Sanada blushes.
"Sorry."
"No, I..."
"I'm trying that again later, okay?" Sanada grins, and Nozawa gapes at him. "No! Really. Next time, I just won't reply if you ask me anything. ♥"
And this time it's Nozawa's turn to blush. "You moron," he says. But he's smiling, too. "Suit yourself."
Time X happens at Sanada's place. His family is away for the weekend, but he can't go because of work and Nozawa's sleeping over to keep him company. It's a cliché worthy of classic shoujo manga (not that Sanada reads that stuff, obviously, ever, why would he?) but he's definitely looking forward to taking all the time he wants with Nozawa for once.
See, all those rushed handjobs and stuff in the jimusho showers can't be good for their likelihood of developing premature ejaculation problems in the future, Sanada believes, having researched these things. (Okay, so maybe he just got a bit paranoid after losing it so fast that first time, but it's still valuable information.) And so he's all totally relaxed and stuff and actually already just wearing his bathrobe when there's a knock on the door.
And Nozawa arrives with Hashimoto in tow.
Sanada blinks, torn between being dismayed and being very, very dismayed. "Hasshi...?"
"Hiii, Sanabanana!" Hashimoto says cheerfully, latching onto Sanada's arm as he lets go of Nozawa's (so Nozawa can actually take off his shoes and not just stagger around toeing at his own heels). "Man, thanks for inviting me over. I'm sooo~ glad you guys still like me!"
"I did...?" Sanada blinks at Nozawa. "We do...?"
Nozawa shrugs. "He can't work as late as ABC and was moping in the hall. I couldn't just leave him there."
"I was really sad!" Hashimoto declares, and Sanada almost pities him. (But not as much as he pities himself.)
"Okay..." he sighs, supposing the leisurely shower sex will have to wait. "Well, I was just... um. Going to take a bath. So. You two make yourselves comfortable, okay?"
"I'll get us some snacks," Nozawa says, and Hashimoto grins an "Okay!" going ahead into Sanada's bedroom. Sanada watches him disappear, something of a forlorn expression on his face.
Nozawa shakes his head with a lopsided smile. "Cheer up," he tells Sanada, dropping a kiss to his cheek on the way past. "Next time."
But next time seems like an eternity away. "I want you now~" Sanada whines, tugging on Nozawa's sleeve in the manner of spoiled children everywhere, but Nozawa just brushes his hand away and disappears into the kitchen.
Sanada's in the bath by the time Nozawa gets back to Sanada's bedroom with orange juice and rice snacks, and Hashimoto tosses his DS aside without regard for savepoints or his character dying. "Food!"
"Haven't you eaten?" Nozawa asks, and Hashimoto shakes his head mutely, munching down two crackers at once. "But you got a dinner break, right?" Nozawa frowns as he picks up a glass of juice.
"Yeah, but we were umm..." Hashimoto searches for the right word (though he can't quite meet Nozawa's eyes over it). "Busy. I guess. Doing... stuff." His tongue darts out to lick the crumbs from the side of his mouth, and delicately licks each of his fingers clean too, one by one.
Nozawa watches with a growing air of disbelief. "...busy."
"Well." Hashimoto gives him a smile from under his lashes that's not half shy. "You know what I mean."
Nozawa promptly drains his juice and sets the glass back down. "You know what?" he says, wondering why on earth he and Sanada are still bothering with Hasshi Protection since he was removed from their care. Nothing is sacred where Ebikisu are involved, and anyway Hashimoto's old enough to have a brain by now. In theory.
Hashimoto blinks. "Non-chan?"
Nozawa just shrugs out of his jacket and pulls off his tee, giving Hashimoto a wry smile on his way out the bedroom door. "Stay here or join us, it's your call."
pink: *plays hard-to-get*
#2 for the SANAZAWA-THON!
3. 5 Times Sanzawa had shower!sex + 1 time Hasshi joined in
2170w; R for the blazing obvious. ♥ stopover beta by mousapelli
before anything is said: I KNOW. 8D; i have other things to be working on, but this was quick and easy (...lol) and literally hit like a brick during study break, so. THE OTHER THING WILL BE THE NEXT I POST, I SWEAR IT.
The first time happens when Sanada walks in on Nozawa- see, he would've been fine if it had been anybody but Nozawa! -and has some immediate and embarrassing reactions. He squeaks, his cheeks go red, his heart-rate triples (at least!), and his... personal junior down below decides to sit up and declare a healthy interest.
Turning to leave, Sanada tries to make a quick getaway, but the tiles are treacherous and he slips; Nozawa's arm is around his waist the next instant, halting his fall, and Sanada's eyes go wide as he notices that the floor is a lot closer than it was the last time his brain said hi.
Almost gingerly, he straightens his feet back up on the wet floor and looks over his shoulder. Nozawa's right there, arm still around Sanada's middle. His other hand has a solid grip over the top of the shower stall, easily within reach since they both grew a mile last winter.
Sanada's face feels like it's on fire, and so do other parts of his person incidentally, because the way his back is pressed to Nozawa's chest isn't helping at all. "...thanks," he manages through his own mortification. "Um. Non-chan. You can let go now."
Nozawa's voice is teasing- "If you're sure you're not going to split your head open on the tiles anymore." -but then the back of his hand grazes Sanada's erection as he steps back, and Sanada feels he might just about die from embarrassment overload.
The awkwardness lasts roughly four seconds, during which Sanada remains apparently incapable of straightening up, leaving Nozawa's shower of his own accord, taking his hands from his face, or processing any sort of independent thought.
"Tcht," Nozawa says finally, pulling Sanada under the spray, "let me help." They're all boys with teenage bodies, after all. These things happen.
It's nothing but a quick handjob-quick being the operative word as Sanada comes embarrassingly fast with Nozawa's hand on him. He can't remember a thing he's said as he rests his head back against the tiled wall, though it must've been something because his mouth doesn't have far to fall open when Nozawa tells him amusedly, "You're pretty noisy, you know?"
Sanada just gapes, unable to find his voice as Nozawa rinses his hands off and reaches for some soap. But a few too many more seconds gets Nozawa the slightest bit impatient. He quirks a brow, looking pointedly at the next set of taps over. "You were here for a shower...?"
And then Sanada's ears are burning all over again. "Thanks," he mutters, unable to meet Nozawa's eyes as he dodges out from Nozawa's shower and starts up his own. Very cold.
"No big deal," Nozawa says, smile returned. "Buy me dinner and we'll call it even."
The second time, some weeks later, Sanada's already lathered up when Nozawa saunters in and turns on the shower beside him. Sanada dies a bit inside, wondering if the Great Cosmic Director is making his life deliberate torture because it only happens in hentai anime (not that Sanada watches that stuff, obviously, ever, why would he?) that two people get naked side by side when the entire bank of showers is empty.
Unfortunately, certain other aspects of Real Life do not mirror the anime world so kindly, and soap suds only conceal so much of Sanada's (manly! very, very manly) anatomy. Undeterred, Sanada obtusely turns his back on Nozawa and washes himself down sideways, at loathe to have Nozawa think that his best and most awesome dance partner has control problems like half of Kis-My-Ft2.
He doesn't. Really.
But he might have a few Nozawa problems yet undiagnosed.
Nozawa seems to find his predicament amusing-either that, or he really is just humming Akanishi-senpai's Lovejuice in complete innocence. Sanada could've sworn that Hasshi was the one who was supposed to become the next Mr. Sex On Legs, but really doesn't want to think about that all too hard...
His brain dies anyway, when he sneaks a glance over his shoulder only to find Nozawa looking right back at him with a knowing smile on his face. Sanada can't quite swallow a groan as his baser!self decides that bloodflow really does have better uses than processing intelligent thought.
"...I think you're gonna have to help me again," he manages through his teeth and pride as he turns around, eyes raking over Nozawa's long, lithe body all slick with water and seduction. He's finding it hard to breathe.
"That's okay," Nozawa says, a smile that's criminally sweet in his eyes and the colour of his cheeks. He turns off his shower and steps up close. "Help me back and I won't even ask for dinner this time."
When their lips press together, Sanada finds he totally can't breathe at all.
The third time, Sanada just thinks to hell with it and hijacks Nozawa's shower without pretense.
(The fourth, Nozawa does it right back.)
Their fifth time goes a little different, with Sanada late to evening practice thanks to Hyakushiki. He'd taken a few more runs to get his part of the dance right and Nozawa had gone ahead with the rest of Mis Snow Man, either out to a very late dinner or home early due to their crack-of-dawn photoshoots the next day.
Or so Sanada had thought.
He's mildly surprised to see the lights still on when he gets to the bathroom, a little more curious at the sound of a shower running. And then his jaw fully drops when a very familiar voice moans softly, "Yuuma..."
Sanada's out of his clothes and into the bank of showers so fast he almost slips on the tiles again-lucky he doesn't though, because Nozawa's not watching out for him this time. Not with the way his pretty are eyes closed, mouth parted just slightly and Sanada's name on his lips as he strokes himself good and slow.
It stops Sanada dead in his tracks, eyes glued and feet stuck even if he can't keep his own mouth shut. "Oh god," he breathes, "Yuuki..."
Nozawa's eyes ease open, dark and full of want. "Thought you weren't ever gonna get here," he says, the ghost of a smile on his face, and Sanada thinks he would've learned his part of the routine at least five times faster if he'd known Nozawa was going to be waiting for him. (Or maybe it would've taken him fifty times as long for destroying his concentration.)
He crosses the stall and takes Nozawa's face in his hands, kissing him 'til they're both breathless. Nozawa has his arms around Sanada's neck and Sanada slides a hand down, down the bare space between them to palm Nozawa's cock. Nozawa breaks away suddenly, hips jerking. "Not fair," he gasps, "I was waiting ages..."
"I'll make it up to you," Sanada promises. He sounds strangely certain, but then again he's been dreaming about trying this for a while now and figures there's no time like the present. Hands on Nozawa's hips, he sinks to his knees; though the tiles aren't exactly comfortable, Sanada thinks it's practically worth it already for the wide-eyed look Nozawa gives him.
"Are you sure?" Nozawa asks, voice not entirely steady.
And though Sanada can't exactly say yes with resounding confidence (his grin is cockier than he feels, pun not-too-intended), he shrugs easily enough. "I want to try." Not that Nozawa seems in any mind to stop him, staring adorably as Sanada gives a few experimental licks and flicks of his tongue before taking the first inch or so of Nozawa's cock into his mouth.
It's not too bad, Sanada thinks. A bit more intensely Nozawa-flavoured than he's used to, but not bad. Resolutely, he shifts one hand to grip at the base of Nozawa's cock and attempts to set up some sort of rhythm, which proves to be a little harder in practice than theory but Sanada doesn't give up.
Nozawa's not even watching any more, head leaned back against the tiled wall and just trying to keep his hips as still as he can under Sanada's other hand if the way his thighs tremble is any indication. "Is it... okay, really?" he asks, breathless. "You-"
"Mm~hm?" Sanada hums in his throat-and is caught off guard when Nozawa yelps and comes without warning. Sanada coughs, come in his mouth and more on his face from jerking back, and wonders for an awkward moment how exactly he hadn't been expecting that part.
But then Nozawa's kneeling in front of him, his hand warm on Sanada's cheek. "Are you okay?" he asks, "I'm sorry, I totally d..."
Sanada brushes the hand aside, kissing the apology to silence even as a shiver melts Nozawa into his arms. It doesn't occur to Sanada that it might be weird until he pulls back and Nozawa wrinkles his nose: "...weird," he says of the taste, and Sanada blushes.
"Sorry."
"No, I..."
"I'm trying that again later, okay?" Sanada grins, and Nozawa gapes at him. "No! Really. Next time, I just won't reply if you ask me anything. ♥"
And this time it's Nozawa's turn to blush. "You moron," he says. But he's smiling, too. "Suit yourself."
Time X happens at Sanada's place. His family is away for the weekend, but he can't go because of work and Nozawa's sleeping over to keep him company. It's a cliché worthy of classic shoujo manga (not that Sanada reads that stuff, obviously, ever, why would he?) but he's definitely looking forward to taking all the time he wants with Nozawa for once.
See, all those rushed handjobs and stuff in the jimusho showers can't be good for their likelihood of developing premature ejaculation problems in the future, Sanada believes, having researched these things. (Okay, so maybe he just got a bit paranoid after losing it so fast that first time, but it's still valuable information.) And so he's all totally relaxed and stuff and actually already just wearing his bathrobe when there's a knock on the door.
And Nozawa arrives with Hashimoto in tow.
Sanada blinks, torn between being dismayed and being very, very dismayed. "Hasshi...?"
"Hiii, Sanabanana!" Hashimoto says cheerfully, latching onto Sanada's arm as he lets go of Nozawa's (so Nozawa can actually take off his shoes and not just stagger around toeing at his own heels). "Man, thanks for inviting me over. I'm sooo~ glad you guys still like me!"
"I did...?" Sanada blinks at Nozawa. "We do...?"
Nozawa shrugs. "He can't work as late as ABC and was moping in the hall. I couldn't just leave him there."
"I was really sad!" Hashimoto declares, and Sanada almost pities him. (But not as much as he pities himself.)
"Okay..." he sighs, supposing the leisurely shower sex will have to wait. "Well, I was just... um. Going to take a bath. So. You two make yourselves comfortable, okay?"
"I'll get us some snacks," Nozawa says, and Hashimoto grins an "Okay!" going ahead into Sanada's bedroom. Sanada watches him disappear, something of a forlorn expression on his face.
Nozawa shakes his head with a lopsided smile. "Cheer up," he tells Sanada, dropping a kiss to his cheek on the way past. "Next time."
But next time seems like an eternity away. "I want you now~" Sanada whines, tugging on Nozawa's sleeve in the manner of spoiled children everywhere, but Nozawa just brushes his hand away and disappears into the kitchen.
Sanada's in the bath by the time Nozawa gets back to Sanada's bedroom with orange juice and rice snacks, and Hashimoto tosses his DS aside without regard for savepoints or his character dying. "Food!"
"Haven't you eaten?" Nozawa asks, and Hashimoto shakes his head mutely, munching down two crackers at once. "But you got a dinner break, right?" Nozawa frowns as he picks up a glass of juice.
"Yeah, but we were umm..." Hashimoto searches for the right word (though he can't quite meet Nozawa's eyes over it). "Busy. I guess. Doing... stuff." His tongue darts out to lick the crumbs from the side of his mouth, and delicately licks each of his fingers clean too, one by one.
Nozawa watches with a growing air of disbelief. "...busy."
"Well." Hashimoto gives him a smile from under his lashes that's not half shy. "You know what I mean."
Nozawa promptly drains his juice and sets the glass back down. "You know what?" he says, wondering why on earth he and Sanada are still bothering with Hasshi Protection since he was removed from their care. Nothing is sacred where Ebikisu are involved, and anyway Hashimoto's old enough to have a brain by now. In theory.
Hashimoto blinks. "Non-chan?"
Nozawa just shrugs out of his jacket and pulls off his tee, giving Hashimoto a wry smile on his way out the bedroom door. "Stay here or join us, it's your call."