D.T.F.
Title: D.T.F.
Characters/Pairing: Shige/Tegoshi
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,490
Warnings: PWP
Summary: Shige doesn't know why Tegoshi keeps texting him to Do The Fool. Tegoshi doesn't know why Shige's not dtf.
Notes: Happy birthday, Ri!! Just what you always wanted. >.> Well, up to Monday night anyway. XD
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Shige gets the text messages from time to time, some sort of code he doesn't understand and he thinks Tegoshi is just screwing with him. So every time he gets one he just frowns at his screen and deletes it.
"Shige," Tegoshi whines one rare day when they manage to see each other, "how come you never reply to my texts?"
"You mean the random ones that make no sense? Because they make no sense. I don't know why you keep telling me to Do The Fool," he replies with a scowl. "It's annoying. Stop flooding my mailbox with stupid."
Tegoshi just blinks at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Oh, Shige. So naïve."
That's a bit rich coming from Tegoshi since Shige can remember when Tegoshi seemed far younger than his age and so innocent. How times had changed. He sighs wistfully and wishes for the days when Tegoshi didn't have his cell number. "Go away. I'm busy."
Tegoshi just laughs and nudges his shoulder playfully before telling him goodbye in his cutesy voice.
That night he gets another text, and this time he replies. "You're an idiot." And thirty minutes later there's a knock on his door. When he opens it, Tegoshi has one arm on the door jamb and is leering up at him inappropriately, inviting himself in when Shige just stares at him dumbly.
"You always do just as you please, don't you?" Shige tells him in exasperation, and then glares. "Don't even think about it touching my light, either."
"Oh I assure you I'm not thinking about touching your light," Tegoshi replies, smirking, and Shige can't help but back away slowly. "And yes. I do."
"Tegoshi," Shige says, trying to make it sound like a warning but it comes out more like a whine as Tegoshi backs him against the wall. "What are you doing?"
"As I please. And I promise that I please very well."
Shige chokes on a squeal as Tegoshi palms him through his pants. "Tego!"
"That's right. Get used to saying my name." And then he kisses him.
There's a moment of stunned immobility and then Shige decides that it'd be easier, faster, and probably more enjoyable if he just let Tegoshi have his way, since he was always going to get it anyway, and he sighs into Tegoshi's mouth, letting his hands come up to settle along Tegoshi's waist. There's the hint of a smile against his lips before he feels Tegoshi's tongue come out and slide playfully along Shige's lower lip, Tegoshi's hands gliding up Shige's chest and around his neck, pressing him back against the wall with his slight weight. Shige would smile at the thought that tiny Tego is probably on his tiptoes right now if his own toes weren't tingling a bit at the way the kiss leaves him feeling electrified, Tegoshi's teasing licks making Shige grip him harder against his body and open his mouth over Tegoshi's for more. The slick play of their tongues together makes him groan, hands gripping Tegoshi's hips and rocking them together and the whimper that comes out of Tegoshi's mouth gets him hard in an instant.
"Shige," Tegoshi says, voice breathless, and he drops to his knees, Shige's surprise at the movement allowing his hands to slide up Tegoshi's body to rest on his shoulders.
Catlike, Tegoshi rubs his cheek over Shige's erection, head tilted enough that Shige can see Tegoshi's dark eyes trained on his own, and then Tegoshi's tongue peeks out to lick over the fabric of Shige's pants, the material not thick enough to keep the heat from reaching him, and he bucks against Tegoshi's mouth, gasping out his name.
"Want more?" Tegoshi asks, lips quirked up, and Shige growls. "Look how hard you are for me," he murmurs as he tugs at the elastic waistband of Shige's pants, pulling them down until they pool around his feet.
Shige feels weird with only his lower half naked, self-conscious, and he yanks his shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor before threading shaky fingers through Tegoshi's blond hair. "Go on then," he says, voice breaking and he clears it before continuing, "suck me off."
"Shige," Tegoshi sings, the soft skin of his cheek ghosting over Shige's cock before it bumps against his lips and he parts them to take him in.
Shige tries to be gentle with his hands, but it's hard when Tegoshi's sucking him like a pro, and Shige's never been so grateful for Tegoshi's big mouth as he is right now. Tegoshi lets Shige control him, lets him hold his head still while he pushes in and out of his mouth until Shige's legs are trembling under Tegoshi's hands and Tegoshi pulls away with a grin at Shige's whine.
"You don't want to come like that, do you?" he asks, voice full of mischief.
Shige disagrees. He'd very much like to come like that, but whatever. He reaches for Tegoshi's shirt and hauls him up, turning them so Tegoshi's the one against the wall gasping in a sort of pleased surprise, and stripping him in between desperate, messy kisses that taste of Tegoshi and himself. His hands run all over Tegoshi's baby-soft skin, bumping across the bones of his ribcage and over sharp hips until he can wrap one hand around Tegoshi's erection and stroke him, pulling soft gasps from Tegoshi that he devours. Tegoshi writhes under him, his sharp angles pushing against Shige's softness and driving him crazy with all the noises he's making.
"Tegoshi," he growls, and Tegoshi just pants at him.
"My pocket."
And Shige leans down to snatch at Tegoshi's pants, rummaging in the pockets and trying not to be distracted by Tegoshi's small hands wrapping around his cock. He smears lube over his fingers before swatting at Tegoshi's hand and lifting one leg over his arm. "Lean back," he tells him, and runs slick fingers behind Tegoshi's balls until he finds what he's looking for and pushes one finger in slowly.
Tegoshi wraps both arms around Shige's neck again and kisses him, distracted kisses that are mostly open-mouthed as he groans through Shige's prep. "Please."
Shige can't help laughing at that, pressing a quick kiss to Tegoshi's lips as he drops Tegoshi's leg and grabs the condom, rolling it on quickly. Lifting Tegoshi's leg again, he brings it up, gripping Tegoshi's ass in his other hand and sort of bumping him up, Tegoshi's other leg coming up to wrap around Shige's waist. He holds Tegoshi against the wall as he pushes in slowly, watching Tegoshi's face, his wrinkled brow, the sweat dripping down his sharp jaw, eyes screwed tightly shut as he adjusts to the intrusion. Shige brushes a kiss over Tegoshi's cheekbone and feels Tegoshi's eyelashes flutter against his nose. When he pulls back, Tegoshi's eyes are open.
"What are you waiting for?" Tegoshi asks him, and Shige thinks he sounds a little too breathless to be so cheeky right now, but he gets down to business without saying anything, too engrossed in how pretty Tegoshi looks like this, sweaty and needy and splayed out for him.
He tries to be gentle at this, too, but the tightness of Tegoshi's body is too good and he finds himself setting a punishing pace, Tegoshi keening low in his throat and fingers grasping at Shige's shoulders before shoving one hand between them to jerk himself off.
"Don't you dare come before me," Shige grits out, and Tegoshi grins at him before Shige's hands slip a little and the angle changes and then Tegoshi's head hits the wall and his mouth opens in a noiseless shout.
Tegoshi tightens almost painfully around Shige and he has to push hard through the resistance as Tegoshi slicks his fingers and belly with his release, body finally loosening enough for Shige to pound out his orgasm as Tegoshi goes limp and blissful-looking.
"Fucker," Shige mutters as he pulls out and they collapse to the floor in a messy heap, but Tegoshi smiles adoringly at him and he can't mind too much.
They're both crammed in Shige's tiny bed, Tegoshi's small frame tucked neatly against Shige's as they drift toward sleep.
"Not that I'm complaining, but why?"
"Because you replied to the message finally," Tegoshi replies sleepily, breath warm against Shige's bare chest, and Shige automatically rubs Tegoshi's back.
"That stupid message you've been sending me? I don't see what 'dtf' has to do with anything."
Tegoshi starts giggling, shaking them both. "Shige, I thought you were smart," he mumbles, throwing one leg over Shige's. "DTF means down to fuck."
"Oh," is all he has to say to that. Now he really does feel like a fool. To think he could have had mind-blowing sex forever ago. "Well… don't think that's going to work every time. I'm not going to indulge your every whim."
"Yeah okay, Shige." Tegoshi sounds unconcerned and unconvinced.
He sighs. His life is so hard.
Characters/Pairing: Shige/Tegoshi
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,490
Warnings: PWP
Summary: Shige doesn't know why Tegoshi keeps texting him to Do The Fool. Tegoshi doesn't know why Shige's not dtf.
Notes: Happy birthday, Ri!! Just what you always wanted. >.> Well, up to Monday night anyway. XD
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Shige gets the text messages from time to time, some sort of code he doesn't understand and he thinks Tegoshi is just screwing with him. So every time he gets one he just frowns at his screen and deletes it.
"Shige," Tegoshi whines one rare day when they manage to see each other, "how come you never reply to my texts?"
"You mean the random ones that make no sense? Because they make no sense. I don't know why you keep telling me to Do The Fool," he replies with a scowl. "It's annoying. Stop flooding my mailbox with stupid."
Tegoshi just blinks at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Oh, Shige. So naïve."
That's a bit rich coming from Tegoshi since Shige can remember when Tegoshi seemed far younger than his age and so innocent. How times had changed. He sighs wistfully and wishes for the days when Tegoshi didn't have his cell number. "Go away. I'm busy."
Tegoshi just laughs and nudges his shoulder playfully before telling him goodbye in his cutesy voice.
That night he gets another text, and this time he replies. "You're an idiot." And thirty minutes later there's a knock on his door. When he opens it, Tegoshi has one arm on the door jamb and is leering up at him inappropriately, inviting himself in when Shige just stares at him dumbly.
"You always do just as you please, don't you?" Shige tells him in exasperation, and then glares. "Don't even think about it touching my light, either."
"Oh I assure you I'm not thinking about touching your light," Tegoshi replies, smirking, and Shige can't help but back away slowly. "And yes. I do."
"Tegoshi," Shige says, trying to make it sound like a warning but it comes out more like a whine as Tegoshi backs him against the wall. "What are you doing?"
"As I please. And I promise that I please very well."
Shige chokes on a squeal as Tegoshi palms him through his pants. "Tego!"
"That's right. Get used to saying my name." And then he kisses him.
There's a moment of stunned immobility and then Shige decides that it'd be easier, faster, and probably more enjoyable if he just let Tegoshi have his way, since he was always going to get it anyway, and he sighs into Tegoshi's mouth, letting his hands come up to settle along Tegoshi's waist. There's the hint of a smile against his lips before he feels Tegoshi's tongue come out and slide playfully along Shige's lower lip, Tegoshi's hands gliding up Shige's chest and around his neck, pressing him back against the wall with his slight weight. Shige would smile at the thought that tiny Tego is probably on his tiptoes right now if his own toes weren't tingling a bit at the way the kiss leaves him feeling electrified, Tegoshi's teasing licks making Shige grip him harder against his body and open his mouth over Tegoshi's for more. The slick play of their tongues together makes him groan, hands gripping Tegoshi's hips and rocking them together and the whimper that comes out of Tegoshi's mouth gets him hard in an instant.
"Shige," Tegoshi says, voice breathless, and he drops to his knees, Shige's surprise at the movement allowing his hands to slide up Tegoshi's body to rest on his shoulders.
Catlike, Tegoshi rubs his cheek over Shige's erection, head tilted enough that Shige can see Tegoshi's dark eyes trained on his own, and then Tegoshi's tongue peeks out to lick over the fabric of Shige's pants, the material not thick enough to keep the heat from reaching him, and he bucks against Tegoshi's mouth, gasping out his name.
"Want more?" Tegoshi asks, lips quirked up, and Shige growls. "Look how hard you are for me," he murmurs as he tugs at the elastic waistband of Shige's pants, pulling them down until they pool around his feet.
Shige feels weird with only his lower half naked, self-conscious, and he yanks his shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor before threading shaky fingers through Tegoshi's blond hair. "Go on then," he says, voice breaking and he clears it before continuing, "suck me off."
"Shige," Tegoshi sings, the soft skin of his cheek ghosting over Shige's cock before it bumps against his lips and he parts them to take him in.
Shige tries to be gentle with his hands, but it's hard when Tegoshi's sucking him like a pro, and Shige's never been so grateful for Tegoshi's big mouth as he is right now. Tegoshi lets Shige control him, lets him hold his head still while he pushes in and out of his mouth until Shige's legs are trembling under Tegoshi's hands and Tegoshi pulls away with a grin at Shige's whine.
"You don't want to come like that, do you?" he asks, voice full of mischief.
Shige disagrees. He'd very much like to come like that, but whatever. He reaches for Tegoshi's shirt and hauls him up, turning them so Tegoshi's the one against the wall gasping in a sort of pleased surprise, and stripping him in between desperate, messy kisses that taste of Tegoshi and himself. His hands run all over Tegoshi's baby-soft skin, bumping across the bones of his ribcage and over sharp hips until he can wrap one hand around Tegoshi's erection and stroke him, pulling soft gasps from Tegoshi that he devours. Tegoshi writhes under him, his sharp angles pushing against Shige's softness and driving him crazy with all the noises he's making.
"Tegoshi," he growls, and Tegoshi just pants at him.
"My pocket."
And Shige leans down to snatch at Tegoshi's pants, rummaging in the pockets and trying not to be distracted by Tegoshi's small hands wrapping around his cock. He smears lube over his fingers before swatting at Tegoshi's hand and lifting one leg over his arm. "Lean back," he tells him, and runs slick fingers behind Tegoshi's balls until he finds what he's looking for and pushes one finger in slowly.
Tegoshi wraps both arms around Shige's neck again and kisses him, distracted kisses that are mostly open-mouthed as he groans through Shige's prep. "Please."
Shige can't help laughing at that, pressing a quick kiss to Tegoshi's lips as he drops Tegoshi's leg and grabs the condom, rolling it on quickly. Lifting Tegoshi's leg again, he brings it up, gripping Tegoshi's ass in his other hand and sort of bumping him up, Tegoshi's other leg coming up to wrap around Shige's waist. He holds Tegoshi against the wall as he pushes in slowly, watching Tegoshi's face, his wrinkled brow, the sweat dripping down his sharp jaw, eyes screwed tightly shut as he adjusts to the intrusion. Shige brushes a kiss over Tegoshi's cheekbone and feels Tegoshi's eyelashes flutter against his nose. When he pulls back, Tegoshi's eyes are open.
"What are you waiting for?" Tegoshi asks him, and Shige thinks he sounds a little too breathless to be so cheeky right now, but he gets down to business without saying anything, too engrossed in how pretty Tegoshi looks like this, sweaty and needy and splayed out for him.
He tries to be gentle at this, too, but the tightness of Tegoshi's body is too good and he finds himself setting a punishing pace, Tegoshi keening low in his throat and fingers grasping at Shige's shoulders before shoving one hand between them to jerk himself off.
"Don't you dare come before me," Shige grits out, and Tegoshi grins at him before Shige's hands slip a little and the angle changes and then Tegoshi's head hits the wall and his mouth opens in a noiseless shout.
Tegoshi tightens almost painfully around Shige and he has to push hard through the resistance as Tegoshi slicks his fingers and belly with his release, body finally loosening enough for Shige to pound out his orgasm as Tegoshi goes limp and blissful-looking.
"Fucker," Shige mutters as he pulls out and they collapse to the floor in a messy heap, but Tegoshi smiles adoringly at him and he can't mind too much.
They're both crammed in Shige's tiny bed, Tegoshi's small frame tucked neatly against Shige's as they drift toward sleep.
"Not that I'm complaining, but why?"
"Because you replied to the message finally," Tegoshi replies sleepily, breath warm against Shige's bare chest, and Shige automatically rubs Tegoshi's back.
"That stupid message you've been sending me? I don't see what 'dtf' has to do with anything."
Tegoshi starts giggling, shaking them both. "Shige, I thought you were smart," he mumbles, throwing one leg over Shige's. "DTF means down to fuck."
"Oh," is all he has to say to that. Now he really does feel like a fool. To think he could have had mind-blowing sex forever ago. "Well… don't think that's going to work every time. I'm not going to indulge your every whim."
"Yeah okay, Shige." Tegoshi sounds unconcerned and unconvinced.
He sighs. His life is so hard.