Together Forever Part 5: It is hard to be Taipi.
Pairing: Kitayama/Fujigaya
Rating: Fluffy with innuendo.
Band: Kis-my-ft2
A continuation of this and this and this and this .
After confessing. And not receiving an answer. And publicly not receiving an answer, Fujigaya has had enough. And his band also had enough. So what happens after Kitayama is thrown into Fujigaya? What could possible go wrong with the SMYT2 plan?
He flies head first into the closet, stumbling into the bags and fighting to stay upright, and once again curses how hard his band makes his life. As he felt hands on his back Fujigaya realized that he has been absolutely and thoroughly tricked. It would be a betrayal, by Yokoo of all people, but he knew that it was with his best interest in mind. So it was more annoying than anything else. But it was obvious the Kitayama wanted nothing to do with him-
Fujigaya was drawn out of his thoughts as a body, warm and muscular, heavy and shouting profanities, was tossed into him, and he found himself spinning, trying to catch the incoming male, even as the door slammed shut and they were encased in darkness.
Fujigaya didn't so much catch Kitayama, as the other crashed into him, sending both of them tumbling into the conveniently located pile of bags in the closet that Fujigaya had already become acquainted with.
Kitayama was heavy, warm against him despite the sharp edges of his elbows and knees, and said limbs digging into him as Kitayama scrambled to his feet, to pound of the door, demanding vengeance, and retribution, and to be let the fuck out of the closet, dammit.
It was obvious that Kitayama didn't want to be here with him, but all Fujigaya could register for the moment was the warmth of Kitayama against him, the way the liked the feel of the other man against him, and he could not help but feel angry at himself.
He was supposed to be over Kitayama, not just as much in love with him as ever.
If a simple body to body collision was enough to bring the feelings back, then he hadn’t ever gotten rid of them. Which was annoying. Since in his brain at least, he was over the other man. No longer would he give Duet reasons to make his life hard. He had his band for that. But apparently his heart (and body) had other ideas. Thankfully Kitayama had not stayed pressed against him long enough to realize just how much Fujigaya was still affected by him.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing!” Kitayama shouted, his voice low and rough from sleep. With that sound the attraction that would not leave him was intense, the feeling that rushed through Fujigaya, at the sound had him pressing himself back into the corner, as far away from Kitayama as he could get.
“You were supposed to have fixed things, Mitsu.” Tamamori’s voice was exaggerated with patience, and muffled from outside of the room. “We gave you a chance to fix it on your own, but obviously that's impossible.”
Fujigaya had to respond to that, raising his voice so that it carried, sharp and bitter. “There is nothing to fix. He was clear enough. I appreciate the thought.”
“Mitsu isn’t eating, Taisuke. You try and tell me that things are fine.” Fujigaya could rear the chastising in Yokoo’s voice, even as he heard growl as Kitayama rattled at the door, pressing his entire weight against it, demanding again to be let out. He was the oldest, dammit, you don't just do this to people.
“Its obvious he doesn't want to be in here with me. I get it. And I am over it. So please, just drop it.” He spoke loud enough to be heard over the noise that Kitayama was making, so they could all hear him, and then softer. “I don't need a formal rejection to get the idea.”
Fujigaya drew in a deep breath as Kitayama stopped moving, stepping away from the door, through the other still would not face him. Apparently he hadn’t been quiet enough, even with all the noise Kitayama had been making.
“We will let you out when we are certain that you have fixed it. And not before.” Tamamori called out cheerfully. “As the only frontman thinking clearly at the moment-“ Fujigaya could not help but laugh at that one, sharp and biting, and he was not surprised to notice that Kitayama’s laugh synched with his. They always had the best symmetry, even when they weren’t trying. “I am tired of watching the two of you continue on in misery. So fix it this time KitaMitsu. Since I am not going to be so nice next time.”
“Tama, it’s ok. Really.” Fujigaya spoke, trying to be soothing, and really diffuse the situation and get the hell out of the closet with Kitayama before he did something stupid like admit that he still had feelings for the older man, but his band, as usual (and probably always), was making his life hard.
“No, it really isn’t.” Kitayama’s voice was loud enough to carry to the rest outside, but then he turned, his voice soft in the darkness, though Fujigaya could see him well enough, his eyes having adjusted. Kitayama’s hands were balled into fists at his side, his eyes wide, focused on him. “Taisuke-I-“ Kitayama took a step forward, and then another, shuffling slowly through the darkness of the closet until he was standing in front of Fujigaya, looming over him. Fujigaya pressed himself further back into the closet, trying to merge with the wall, but it was impossible to back any further away. And for once, Kitayama didn't tease him about trying to increase their distance. Kitayama saying his name like that, his given name in fact, should be illegal. Especially with the things it was doing to his heart, and his breath.
Finally Fujigaya managed to speak, to force out words. “I get it. I really do. And I am sorry about it. So you don't-“
Fujigaya choked on his breath as Kitayama dropped down in front on him, crouching there, one hand resting on Fujigaya’s knee to steady himself.
Fujigaya didn't realize that one could choke on air, but just that touch was enough to have him on edge. He wanted to run away. To leave and get more advice from Matsumoto and Ninomiya-senpai. He wanted to be anywhere but here, trapped in an impossible small room with Kitayama. The weight of his confession, and unrequited feeling were too much to bear, especially with the heat of Kitayama’s hand warm through his jeans, his thumb gently moving back and forth sending small shivers through his body with ever stroke. And when the other spoke again, Fujigaya was certain that there was no way that he would really ever be over this man, no matter how many times the other rejected him.
“Taisuke-I-“ Kitayama stopped, drawing in a deep breath. “I am sorry that I let you go this long not understanding.” Even in the quiet of the room Fujigaya had trouble hearing the older man. And when he could, the world stopped. “Watta and Tama wouldn't force us in here if they thought I was going to hurt you more than I already have. They care too much for that.” Kitayama shifted, settling his other hand on Fujigaya’s knee, leaning closer.
Fujigaya was trapped, against the wall, the bags on one side of him and the corner on the other. His legs were already tight against his chest, and Kitayama leaning closer had the other pressed against him, knees on either side of Fujigaya’s, Kitayama’s chest against his legs, his hands on his knees.
Fujigaya was thankful that no one from Duet was there to see this, as he was sure that he was wide eyes, his face red, and he knew that he was staring. But he could not wrap his brain around what Kitayama was saying.
He had the wrong impression?
But Kitayama had a point. Yokoo and Tamamori wouldn't do something to hurt him.
And yet, Kitayama hadn’t said anything. For weeks. And hadn’t said anything after he left for Russia. Or gotten back. How could that be a mistake?
Fujigaya opened his mouth, trying to speak, but he couldn't find the words, not with the mess that he was, his tension his, his heart pounding loud enough that he was sure that everyone in the world could hear it.
“You surprised me, that night.” Kitayama’s voice was soft, though is hands didn't stop moving, thumbs tracing idle patterns along the sides of Fujigaya’s knees. Fujigaya wasn't sure if Kitayama even realized that he was doing it, and he wanted the other man to stop, each swipe of his hand sending chills and small bursts of desire through him, but at the same time he never wanted to the other to stop. Since it was Kitayama, and he loved him.
“I thought you hated me, when you distanced yourself. And you made it clear that you didn't want the fan service with me, the closeness. So I gave up, and then you confessed and -“
“You gave up?” Of all the words that Kitayama said, those were the ones that he heard, the ones he focused on. “You didn't even try. You didn't confess. You-“
Kitayama pushed closer. “I was a coward then. I was a coward when you confessed. Instead of asking, I assumed it was a dream.” With each word, he pressed more firmly against Fujigaya, until he was speaking almost against the others lips. “I hurt you, and I am sorry, but I am done running away from this.” Kitayama pushed forward until his lips brushed lightly against Fujigaya’s.
“Mitsu-“ Fujigaya managed to choke out the word, and he heard and felt the other chuckling, the vibrations tickling against his lips. The tickling turned to tingling as Kitayama kissed him again, light brushes of lips over his, again and again, and Fujigaya knew that he was trembling where he sat, and Kitayama’s hands moved from his knees, to his shoulders, running down his arms to grab his hands. His touch was warm and sure, hear spreading with every touch, each gently brush of the others chapped lips against his own. His hands shifting until their fingers were entwined.
“I love you too. Always have. And I am sorry to keep you waiting this long. For making you suffer.”
Fujigaya shifted, turning his head away, and for a long moment he didn't speak. He did not try and pull his hands free.
“This doesn't just fix things, you know.” His voice was soft, and Kitayama nodded, moving forward to press a kiss against Fujigaya’s cheek, then his jaw line.
“I know. But I love you. And…” Kitayama paused, shifting to press a kiss against Fujigaya’s neck, where his pulse could be felt fluttering rapidly against his skin, and Fujigaya choked on air, again, as Kitayama made a small hum of contentment.
“And?” Fujigaya choked out.
“And you haven’t gotten over me. Which is good. Since I never want that to happen.”
“I-“ Fujigaya turned, wanting to look at Kitayama as he spoke, but the other pressed a swift hard kiss to his lips, his tongue swiping just briefly across his lips and Fujigaya lost all ability to think, pressing closer to Kitayama as the other pulled away.
“I’ll make it up to you.” Kitayama grinned against Fujigaya’s lips before standing pulling the other up with him. “Try not and freak out too much, but I know the perfect way to get us out of here. We can talk later tonight, at my place?”
Fujigaya nodded, stepping slightly away and grabbing his bag from the pile, pulling Kitayama’s free as well.
“I wonder if Miyacchi has any protection in his bag. I would hate to make a mess.” Kitayama’s voice was loud enough to carry through the door, and Fujigaya gaped at Kitayama in horror before the other one muffled a chuckle against his shoulder, pointing at the door. As he listened, he thought he heard people scrambling, and was sure that he heard hissed shut ups against the door.
“Watta might. He has everything in his bag.” Fujigaya was sure that his voice sounded anything but normal, but the noise outside of the door increased.
“It is definitely better than making a mess on his bag.” Kitayama flashed a grin and a thumbs up before pulling Fujigaya closer to the door, letting out a soft moan that had want and heart spinning through Fujigaya. “Come on, hurry up, I don't want to wait.” Kitayama continued, though he had to muffle more laugher against Fujigaya’s chest as he heard gasps and movement on the other side of the door.
“Mitsu…” Fujigaya managed not to laugh as he spoke, the word a moan as Kitayama presses a kiss into his neck, and then the door was being flung open, Yokoo demanding that they not have sex in the closet, and now with 30 meters of his bag thank you very much, and Fujigaya felt himself being pulled out of the closet, into the brightness of the lights of the room. He knew that he was being pulled out of the room, lead by Kitayama somewhere, and in those moment that it took for his vision to return to normal, all he could feel was the connection in their hands, their hearts beating as one.
They had gone through a lot. Though would go through a lot more. But to be here hand in hand with Kitayama running towards an unknown future, his band loud and annoying and well intentioned and lovable behind them, there was no place else he would rather be.
Fujigaya pulled on Kitayama’s hand as they rounded a corner, pulling the other to him for a moment. “I do love you, Mitsu.” He whispered against the other cheek, and Kitayama grinned, his smile wide and his eyes dancing.
“How could you not love me?”
“I shouldn't. You do nothing but make my life hard. All of you do.” Fujigaya grumbled and them eeeped as Kitayama pushed them into a darkened empty room, pushing him against the wall and pinning him there, his eyes dark and fierce.
“No one else better be making you hard.” He growled the words, and this time it was Fujigaya’s turn to laugh, pulling the other tight. Kitayama continued when all Fujigaya did was laugh. “I am serious. Only I am allowed to make you hard.”
“I am not sure you can.” Fuigaya couldn't keep the challenge out of his voice, and part of him wondered if this was suddenly too fast, given the chaste kisses in the closet, and the conversations they still needed to have. But the heat of Kitayama’s body against his was amazing, bones and muscles firm was a feeling he wanted more of. The growl and hip snap that accompanied his next words was amazing. They could talk later. And they would talk. Later.
“Don’t worry, Taisuke. I’ll show you hard.”
Rating: Fluffy with innuendo.
Band: Kis-my-ft2
A continuation of this and this and this and this .
After confessing. And not receiving an answer. And publicly not receiving an answer, Fujigaya has had enough. And his band also had enough. So what happens after Kitayama is thrown into Fujigaya? What could possible go wrong with the SMYT2 plan?
He flies head first into the closet, stumbling into the bags and fighting to stay upright, and once again curses how hard his band makes his life. As he felt hands on his back Fujigaya realized that he has been absolutely and thoroughly tricked. It would be a betrayal, by Yokoo of all people, but he knew that it was with his best interest in mind. So it was more annoying than anything else. But it was obvious the Kitayama wanted nothing to do with him-
Fujigaya was drawn out of his thoughts as a body, warm and muscular, heavy and shouting profanities, was tossed into him, and he found himself spinning, trying to catch the incoming male, even as the door slammed shut and they were encased in darkness.
Fujigaya didn't so much catch Kitayama, as the other crashed into him, sending both of them tumbling into the conveniently located pile of bags in the closet that Fujigaya had already become acquainted with.
Kitayama was heavy, warm against him despite the sharp edges of his elbows and knees, and said limbs digging into him as Kitayama scrambled to his feet, to pound of the door, demanding vengeance, and retribution, and to be let the fuck out of the closet, dammit.
It was obvious that Kitayama didn't want to be here with him, but all Fujigaya could register for the moment was the warmth of Kitayama against him, the way the liked the feel of the other man against him, and he could not help but feel angry at himself.
He was supposed to be over Kitayama, not just as much in love with him as ever.
If a simple body to body collision was enough to bring the feelings back, then he hadn’t ever gotten rid of them. Which was annoying. Since in his brain at least, he was over the other man. No longer would he give Duet reasons to make his life hard. He had his band for that. But apparently his heart (and body) had other ideas. Thankfully Kitayama had not stayed pressed against him long enough to realize just how much Fujigaya was still affected by him.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing!” Kitayama shouted, his voice low and rough from sleep. With that sound the attraction that would not leave him was intense, the feeling that rushed through Fujigaya, at the sound had him pressing himself back into the corner, as far away from Kitayama as he could get.
“You were supposed to have fixed things, Mitsu.” Tamamori’s voice was exaggerated with patience, and muffled from outside of the room. “We gave you a chance to fix it on your own, but obviously that's impossible.”
Fujigaya had to respond to that, raising his voice so that it carried, sharp and bitter. “There is nothing to fix. He was clear enough. I appreciate the thought.”
“Mitsu isn’t eating, Taisuke. You try and tell me that things are fine.” Fujigaya could rear the chastising in Yokoo’s voice, even as he heard growl as Kitayama rattled at the door, pressing his entire weight against it, demanding again to be let out. He was the oldest, dammit, you don't just do this to people.
“Its obvious he doesn't want to be in here with me. I get it. And I am over it. So please, just drop it.” He spoke loud enough to be heard over the noise that Kitayama was making, so they could all hear him, and then softer. “I don't need a formal rejection to get the idea.”
Fujigaya drew in a deep breath as Kitayama stopped moving, stepping away from the door, through the other still would not face him. Apparently he hadn’t been quiet enough, even with all the noise Kitayama had been making.
“We will let you out when we are certain that you have fixed it. And not before.” Tamamori called out cheerfully. “As the only frontman thinking clearly at the moment-“ Fujigaya could not help but laugh at that one, sharp and biting, and he was not surprised to notice that Kitayama’s laugh synched with his. They always had the best symmetry, even when they weren’t trying. “I am tired of watching the two of you continue on in misery. So fix it this time KitaMitsu. Since I am not going to be so nice next time.”
“Tama, it’s ok. Really.” Fujigaya spoke, trying to be soothing, and really diffuse the situation and get the hell out of the closet with Kitayama before he did something stupid like admit that he still had feelings for the older man, but his band, as usual (and probably always), was making his life hard.
“No, it really isn’t.” Kitayama’s voice was loud enough to carry to the rest outside, but then he turned, his voice soft in the darkness, though Fujigaya could see him well enough, his eyes having adjusted. Kitayama’s hands were balled into fists at his side, his eyes wide, focused on him. “Taisuke-I-“ Kitayama took a step forward, and then another, shuffling slowly through the darkness of the closet until he was standing in front of Fujigaya, looming over him. Fujigaya pressed himself further back into the closet, trying to merge with the wall, but it was impossible to back any further away. And for once, Kitayama didn't tease him about trying to increase their distance. Kitayama saying his name like that, his given name in fact, should be illegal. Especially with the things it was doing to his heart, and his breath.
Finally Fujigaya managed to speak, to force out words. “I get it. I really do. And I am sorry about it. So you don't-“
Fujigaya choked on his breath as Kitayama dropped down in front on him, crouching there, one hand resting on Fujigaya’s knee to steady himself.
Fujigaya didn't realize that one could choke on air, but just that touch was enough to have him on edge. He wanted to run away. To leave and get more advice from Matsumoto and Ninomiya-senpai. He wanted to be anywhere but here, trapped in an impossible small room with Kitayama. The weight of his confession, and unrequited feeling were too much to bear, especially with the heat of Kitayama’s hand warm through his jeans, his thumb gently moving back and forth sending small shivers through his body with ever stroke. And when the other spoke again, Fujigaya was certain that there was no way that he would really ever be over this man, no matter how many times the other rejected him.
“Taisuke-I-“ Kitayama stopped, drawing in a deep breath. “I am sorry that I let you go this long not understanding.” Even in the quiet of the room Fujigaya had trouble hearing the older man. And when he could, the world stopped. “Watta and Tama wouldn't force us in here if they thought I was going to hurt you more than I already have. They care too much for that.” Kitayama shifted, settling his other hand on Fujigaya’s knee, leaning closer.
Fujigaya was trapped, against the wall, the bags on one side of him and the corner on the other. His legs were already tight against his chest, and Kitayama leaning closer had the other pressed against him, knees on either side of Fujigaya’s, Kitayama’s chest against his legs, his hands on his knees.
Fujigaya was thankful that no one from Duet was there to see this, as he was sure that he was wide eyes, his face red, and he knew that he was staring. But he could not wrap his brain around what Kitayama was saying.
He had the wrong impression?
But Kitayama had a point. Yokoo and Tamamori wouldn't do something to hurt him.
And yet, Kitayama hadn’t said anything. For weeks. And hadn’t said anything after he left for Russia. Or gotten back. How could that be a mistake?
Fujigaya opened his mouth, trying to speak, but he couldn't find the words, not with the mess that he was, his tension his, his heart pounding loud enough that he was sure that everyone in the world could hear it.
“You surprised me, that night.” Kitayama’s voice was soft, though is hands didn't stop moving, thumbs tracing idle patterns along the sides of Fujigaya’s knees. Fujigaya wasn't sure if Kitayama even realized that he was doing it, and he wanted the other man to stop, each swipe of his hand sending chills and small bursts of desire through him, but at the same time he never wanted to the other to stop. Since it was Kitayama, and he loved him.
“I thought you hated me, when you distanced yourself. And you made it clear that you didn't want the fan service with me, the closeness. So I gave up, and then you confessed and -“
“You gave up?” Of all the words that Kitayama said, those were the ones that he heard, the ones he focused on. “You didn't even try. You didn't confess. You-“
Kitayama pushed closer. “I was a coward then. I was a coward when you confessed. Instead of asking, I assumed it was a dream.” With each word, he pressed more firmly against Fujigaya, until he was speaking almost against the others lips. “I hurt you, and I am sorry, but I am done running away from this.” Kitayama pushed forward until his lips brushed lightly against Fujigaya’s.
“Mitsu-“ Fujigaya managed to choke out the word, and he heard and felt the other chuckling, the vibrations tickling against his lips. The tickling turned to tingling as Kitayama kissed him again, light brushes of lips over his, again and again, and Fujigaya knew that he was trembling where he sat, and Kitayama’s hands moved from his knees, to his shoulders, running down his arms to grab his hands. His touch was warm and sure, hear spreading with every touch, each gently brush of the others chapped lips against his own. His hands shifting until their fingers were entwined.
“I love you too. Always have. And I am sorry to keep you waiting this long. For making you suffer.”
Fujigaya shifted, turning his head away, and for a long moment he didn't speak. He did not try and pull his hands free.
“This doesn't just fix things, you know.” His voice was soft, and Kitayama nodded, moving forward to press a kiss against Fujigaya’s cheek, then his jaw line.
“I know. But I love you. And…” Kitayama paused, shifting to press a kiss against Fujigaya’s neck, where his pulse could be felt fluttering rapidly against his skin, and Fujigaya choked on air, again, as Kitayama made a small hum of contentment.
“And?” Fujigaya choked out.
“And you haven’t gotten over me. Which is good. Since I never want that to happen.”
“I-“ Fujigaya turned, wanting to look at Kitayama as he spoke, but the other pressed a swift hard kiss to his lips, his tongue swiping just briefly across his lips and Fujigaya lost all ability to think, pressing closer to Kitayama as the other pulled away.
“I’ll make it up to you.” Kitayama grinned against Fujigaya’s lips before standing pulling the other up with him. “Try not and freak out too much, but I know the perfect way to get us out of here. We can talk later tonight, at my place?”
Fujigaya nodded, stepping slightly away and grabbing his bag from the pile, pulling Kitayama’s free as well.
“I wonder if Miyacchi has any protection in his bag. I would hate to make a mess.” Kitayama’s voice was loud enough to carry through the door, and Fujigaya gaped at Kitayama in horror before the other one muffled a chuckle against his shoulder, pointing at the door. As he listened, he thought he heard people scrambling, and was sure that he heard hissed shut ups against the door.
“Watta might. He has everything in his bag.” Fujigaya was sure that his voice sounded anything but normal, but the noise outside of the door increased.
“It is definitely better than making a mess on his bag.” Kitayama flashed a grin and a thumbs up before pulling Fujigaya closer to the door, letting out a soft moan that had want and heart spinning through Fujigaya. “Come on, hurry up, I don't want to wait.” Kitayama continued, though he had to muffle more laugher against Fujigaya’s chest as he heard gasps and movement on the other side of the door.
“Mitsu…” Fujigaya managed not to laugh as he spoke, the word a moan as Kitayama presses a kiss into his neck, and then the door was being flung open, Yokoo demanding that they not have sex in the closet, and now with 30 meters of his bag thank you very much, and Fujigaya felt himself being pulled out of the closet, into the brightness of the lights of the room. He knew that he was being pulled out of the room, lead by Kitayama somewhere, and in those moment that it took for his vision to return to normal, all he could feel was the connection in their hands, their hearts beating as one.
They had gone through a lot. Though would go through a lot more. But to be here hand in hand with Kitayama running towards an unknown future, his band loud and annoying and well intentioned and lovable behind them, there was no place else he would rather be.
Fujigaya pulled on Kitayama’s hand as they rounded a corner, pulling the other to him for a moment. “I do love you, Mitsu.” He whispered against the other cheek, and Kitayama grinned, his smile wide and his eyes dancing.
“How could you not love me?”
“I shouldn't. You do nothing but make my life hard. All of you do.” Fujigaya grumbled and them eeeped as Kitayama pushed them into a darkened empty room, pushing him against the wall and pinning him there, his eyes dark and fierce.
“No one else better be making you hard.” He growled the words, and this time it was Fujigaya’s turn to laugh, pulling the other tight. Kitayama continued when all Fujigaya did was laugh. “I am serious. Only I am allowed to make you hard.”
“I am not sure you can.” Fuigaya couldn't keep the challenge out of his voice, and part of him wondered if this was suddenly too fast, given the chaste kisses in the closet, and the conversations they still needed to have. But the heat of Kitayama’s body against his was amazing, bones and muscles firm was a feeling he wanted more of. The growl and hip snap that accompanied his next words was amazing. They could talk later. And they would talk. Later.
“Don’t worry, Taisuke. I’ll show you hard.”