[je] [nagase/matsujun, nino] [1/6] Occasional dinner plans
Title: Occasional dinner plans: The time Matsujun invited Nino over for dinner
Group/pairing: Arashi, TOKIO / Nagase Tomoya/Matsumoto Jun
Prompt: 033. Arrive
Word Count: 1250
Rating: PG
Summary: Domesticity in the Nagase-Matsumoto residence? Matsujun wishes.
Warnings: Established relationship :3
Disclaimer: I in no way imply these events have happened, will happen, or are happening.
Notes: Dedicated to the wonderful and hilarious chelshock, the Matsujun to my Nagase and fellow Subaru/Nino shipper. ILU Chele ;A; First to be posted in a series of 6. :) This is the most dialogue-heavy fic I have written in a really freaking long time. Let me know if it worked! (No, really.)
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“Nagase,” said Jun, sighing.
“Wooooah, Naga-nii, more than I needed to see!”
“No such thing!”
“Nagase, please go put on pants.”
“It’s our house, Jun!”
“Tomoya. Please.”
“The things I do for you…”
Nino’s lips were quirked up at the corners; Jun studiously ignored him as he toed off his shoes and hung up his coat.
“You have this argument often?” asked Nino easily.
“Obviously,” answered Jun, rolling his eyes, “he gets packages from the postman like that, too.”
“Jealous~?”
“No!”
“Uh-huh. He gets naked with everybody and you don’t feel special any more.”
“I’m not cooking you a single thing,” Jun coolly informed him, sliding into his slippers and padding past Nino.
“Jun-kun!”
“Juuuuuun where are my black jeans?”
“I burned them, they were terrible.”
“You what?! JUN!”
“There is a perfectly good pair folded on top of the dresser!”
“Those are you-style jeans! We’ve talked about you dismantling my wardrobe!”
“I threw those black jeans away last month and you didn’t even notice!”
“Aughhhh. What about the dark blue ones?”
“Bottom right-hand drawer of the dresser,” Jun answered distractedly, putting down his bags and moving toward the bedroom doorway. He froze. “Where did your shirt go?”
“What, you want me to wear pants and a shirt?”
“Nino is here!”
“That’s why I’m putting on pants!”
“But you took off your shirt! Not that that’s a bad thing, that shirt was ugly--“
“Stop making fun of my clothes! Not all of us feel the need to wear Armani to watch tv and eat!”
“I’m sorry I have a little more class than you.”
“Well, I’m not, watching you walk around in those Armani pants is a pleasure~”
“Thank you. Will you please throw on a t-shirt, at least? Otherwise you’re going to get food in your chest hair and that’s just disgusting.”
“Get a room! After I’m gone,” Nino called dully from the living room, where he was already looking through Nagase’s stack of video games, “oi Naga-nii, do you have a Wii?”
“Hell no, PS3’s behind the TV,” answered Nagase, stopping in the bedroom doorway to kiss Jun hello slowly. By the time Nino had finally ceased his console-war-related whining and located the PS3 (hidden in some slick cabinet-thing, Nino blamed Jun) and picked out a game (Dirt 2, he should have known Nagase was an off-road racer type), Nagase had finally disentangled himself from Jun and sprawled, belly down, on the couch.
“Damn it move,” Nino complained bitterly, tapping his heel impatiently.
“It’s my couch!”
“I’m the guest!”
“You’re Jun’s guest. I didn’t say you could come over!”
“Don’t care. I’m here now. Move.”
Nagase rolled over and opened his arms invitingly. “Come on in,” he said, grinning.
Nino sat on the floor, scowling.
“Can we have sukiyaki?” asked Nagase.
“I don’t know if I have any radish,” answered Jun, brow furrowed in thought. He leaned over and began sorting through the fridge, “hey, wait. Did you go grocery shopping for me?”
“You slept like two hours last night, I thought I’d take the list for once,” Nagase answered, and Jun turned around to grin at him.
Nino rolled his eyes.
“All right, can you two please cut it out?” he asked, sounding vaguely pained.
“Jealous?” Nagase cooed obnoxiously.
“Ugh, so annoying,” Nino complained, and cursed under his breath when Nagase mussed his hair.
“All right, children,” Jun said severely, giving them both a look over the counter that promised absolutely no food forever. They separated slowly, making faces at each other when Jun turned around.
“How was the rest of your day?” Jun asked over his shoulder as he cut up vegetables, and Nagase sat up to talk to him.
“Eh, worked on a new song, went out for lunch, got molested by the cashier at the grocery store…”
“Am I going to have to go and have another chat with the manager?” asked Jun coolly.
“No, no, I told her I was taken! She backed off but I think she was crying a little.”
“Jun-kun, you’re ruining the dreams of women everywhere,” Nino scolded distractedly.
“Yes, well, it was going to happen sooner or later. There’s only one Nagase to go around and some of us aren’t good at sharing.”
Nagase laughed. “Hurry up with the cutting and get over here, I’m hungry.”
“You’re always hungry!” Jun pointed out, rolling his eyes dramatically, “give me another minute.”
“Yes dear~”
Nino glanced down at the knife next to the pot with consideration. Maybe if he asked Nagase to hold it and ran at it from the kitchen he’d have enough velocity to kill himself mercifully quickly? He eyed Jun; he couldn’t underestimate his will to keep Arashi together/irritate Nino. Maybe if there was soy sauce all over the carpet he’d be so distracted he’d ignore Nino bleeding out until he was done with it!
This plan was good. “So,” he began.
Nagase looked over from lovingly shoving a piece of beef into Jun’s mouth. “What’s up?” he asked, brightly. Jun took the opportunity to attack with a piece of radish. Nagase coughed but gamely chewed and swallowed the vegetable.
“I did my time, eat the damn thing,” Nagase groused, poking at Jun’s waist. “You haven’t been home to eat in days!”
“I eat just fine when I’m out, I’m not a meat-loving fiend like some people,” Jun answered, before biting at the proffered meat.
Nagase looked back at Nino. “Eat something, skinny,” he ordered, “you’re a construction worker now, aren’t you?!”
“The whole point is that I’m skinny,” Nino attempted, but was overruled by both Jun and Nagase dumping food on his plate.
“Eat,” Jun ordered.
“Don’t come here, steal my food, and then not chow down, Jun’s gonna get a complex that you think his food is bad,” Nagase added.
“I’m hardly that self-conscious,” Jun interjected, but his mouth was drawn up.
“Your cooking is fine, and you know it,” Nino said, reaching for his chopsticks.
“Your cooking is great,” Nagase corrected, downing another mouthful. Jun patted his knee thankfully, and Nino started thinking about ways to kill everyone in the room and make it look like an unfortunate stalker-fangirl rampage.
“Bye, Nino,” Jun said, leaning on the door and watching Nino walk (waddle, really, Nagase had insisted on sending him home with a stomachache) toward the elevator at the center of the building. Nino grunted.
“He gone?” Nagase asked when the door shut.
“Yes, Tomoya, he’s on his way.”
“Oh, great!”
“…Tomoya, where did your shirt go?”
“Dunno, it might be behind the couch…”
Jun sighed, and went to dig around behind it while Nagase did him the singular favor of putting his jeans away (read: he shoved them in the dresser where Jun couldn’t immediately see them). When he was finally triumphant, he folded the old raglan t-shirt and padded into the bedroom, where Nagase was already spread out mostly nude on the bed.
“What, still wearing underwear?” Jun asked archly.
Nagase farted. Jun nodded in understanding.
“Never mind,” he said, bending to put things away.
“Jun, why are you putting on a shirt?” Nagase asked suspiciously.
“Because it’s cold?” Jun answered, nodding his chin toward the rain falling outside.
“I’m just going to toss it off of you anyway.”
Jun pulled the shirt on all the way.
“Oh, I forgot, you like it when I do that.”
“Especially the part where you knock over the bedside lamp in your zeal to get me naked, yes,” Jun answered, searching for his pajama pants.
“Most people would be flattered by that! I mean I did all that just so I could get a better look at your naked self.”
“Oh, I am! I just wish you’d stop breaking the furniture to do it.”
“I can’t help myself,” Nagase answered, hauling Jun down by the wrist and squeezing him momentarily. Then he farted again, and Jun pulled away onto the other side of the bed, fanning the air in front of his nose and coughing. Nagase sighed.
Group/pairing: Arashi, TOKIO / Nagase Tomoya/Matsumoto Jun
Prompt: 033. Arrive
Word Count: 1250
Rating: PG
Summary: Domesticity in the Nagase-Matsumoto residence? Matsujun wishes.
Warnings: Established relationship :3
Disclaimer: I in no way imply these events have happened, will happen, or are happening.
Notes: Dedicated to the wonderful and hilarious chelshock, the Matsujun to my Nagase and fellow Subaru/Nino shipper. ILU Chele ;A; First to be posted in a series of 6. :) This is the most dialogue-heavy fic I have written in a really freaking long time. Let me know if it worked! (No, really.)
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“Nagase,” said Jun, sighing.
“Wooooah, Naga-nii, more than I needed to see!”
“No such thing!”
“Nagase, please go put on pants.”
“It’s our house, Jun!”
“Tomoya. Please.”
“The things I do for you…”
Nino’s lips were quirked up at the corners; Jun studiously ignored him as he toed off his shoes and hung up his coat.
“You have this argument often?” asked Nino easily.
“Obviously,” answered Jun, rolling his eyes, “he gets packages from the postman like that, too.”
“Jealous~?”
“No!”
“Uh-huh. He gets naked with everybody and you don’t feel special any more.”
“I’m not cooking you a single thing,” Jun coolly informed him, sliding into his slippers and padding past Nino.
“Jun-kun!”
“Juuuuuun where are my black jeans?”
“I burned them, they were terrible.”
“You what?! JUN!”
“There is a perfectly good pair folded on top of the dresser!”
“Those are you-style jeans! We’ve talked about you dismantling my wardrobe!”
“I threw those black jeans away last month and you didn’t even notice!”
“Aughhhh. What about the dark blue ones?”
“Bottom right-hand drawer of the dresser,” Jun answered distractedly, putting down his bags and moving toward the bedroom doorway. He froze. “Where did your shirt go?”
“What, you want me to wear pants and a shirt?”
“Nino is here!”
“That’s why I’m putting on pants!”
“But you took off your shirt! Not that that’s a bad thing, that shirt was ugly--“
“Stop making fun of my clothes! Not all of us feel the need to wear Armani to watch tv and eat!”
“I’m sorry I have a little more class than you.”
“Well, I’m not, watching you walk around in those Armani pants is a pleasure~”
“Thank you. Will you please throw on a t-shirt, at least? Otherwise you’re going to get food in your chest hair and that’s just disgusting.”
“Get a room! After I’m gone,” Nino called dully from the living room, where he was already looking through Nagase’s stack of video games, “oi Naga-nii, do you have a Wii?”
“Hell no, PS3’s behind the TV,” answered Nagase, stopping in the bedroom doorway to kiss Jun hello slowly. By the time Nino had finally ceased his console-war-related whining and located the PS3 (hidden in some slick cabinet-thing, Nino blamed Jun) and picked out a game (Dirt 2, he should have known Nagase was an off-road racer type), Nagase had finally disentangled himself from Jun and sprawled, belly down, on the couch.
“Damn it move,” Nino complained bitterly, tapping his heel impatiently.
“It’s my couch!”
“I’m the guest!”
“You’re Jun’s guest. I didn’t say you could come over!”
“Don’t care. I’m here now. Move.”
Nagase rolled over and opened his arms invitingly. “Come on in,” he said, grinning.
Nino sat on the floor, scowling.
“Can we have sukiyaki?” asked Nagase.
“I don’t know if I have any radish,” answered Jun, brow furrowed in thought. He leaned over and began sorting through the fridge, “hey, wait. Did you go grocery shopping for me?”
“You slept like two hours last night, I thought I’d take the list for once,” Nagase answered, and Jun turned around to grin at him.
Nino rolled his eyes.
“All right, can you two please cut it out?” he asked, sounding vaguely pained.
“Jealous?” Nagase cooed obnoxiously.
“Ugh, so annoying,” Nino complained, and cursed under his breath when Nagase mussed his hair.
“All right, children,” Jun said severely, giving them both a look over the counter that promised absolutely no food forever. They separated slowly, making faces at each other when Jun turned around.
“How was the rest of your day?” Jun asked over his shoulder as he cut up vegetables, and Nagase sat up to talk to him.
“Eh, worked on a new song, went out for lunch, got molested by the cashier at the grocery store…”
“Am I going to have to go and have another chat with the manager?” asked Jun coolly.
“No, no, I told her I was taken! She backed off but I think she was crying a little.”
“Jun-kun, you’re ruining the dreams of women everywhere,” Nino scolded distractedly.
“Yes, well, it was going to happen sooner or later. There’s only one Nagase to go around and some of us aren’t good at sharing.”
Nagase laughed. “Hurry up with the cutting and get over here, I’m hungry.”
“You’re always hungry!” Jun pointed out, rolling his eyes dramatically, “give me another minute.”
“Yes dear~”
Nino glanced down at the knife next to the pot with consideration. Maybe if he asked Nagase to hold it and ran at it from the kitchen he’d have enough velocity to kill himself mercifully quickly? He eyed Jun; he couldn’t underestimate his will to keep Arashi together/irritate Nino. Maybe if there was soy sauce all over the carpet he’d be so distracted he’d ignore Nino bleeding out until he was done with it!
This plan was good. “So,” he began.
Nagase looked over from lovingly shoving a piece of beef into Jun’s mouth. “What’s up?” he asked, brightly. Jun took the opportunity to attack with a piece of radish. Nagase coughed but gamely chewed and swallowed the vegetable.
“I did my time, eat the damn thing,” Nagase groused, poking at Jun’s waist. “You haven’t been home to eat in days!”
“I eat just fine when I’m out, I’m not a meat-loving fiend like some people,” Jun answered, before biting at the proffered meat.
Nagase looked back at Nino. “Eat something, skinny,” he ordered, “you’re a construction worker now, aren’t you?!”
“The whole point is that I’m skinny,” Nino attempted, but was overruled by both Jun and Nagase dumping food on his plate.
“Eat,” Jun ordered.
“Don’t come here, steal my food, and then not chow down, Jun’s gonna get a complex that you think his food is bad,” Nagase added.
“I’m hardly that self-conscious,” Jun interjected, but his mouth was drawn up.
“Your cooking is fine, and you know it,” Nino said, reaching for his chopsticks.
“Your cooking is great,” Nagase corrected, downing another mouthful. Jun patted his knee thankfully, and Nino started thinking about ways to kill everyone in the room and make it look like an unfortunate stalker-fangirl rampage.
“Bye, Nino,” Jun said, leaning on the door and watching Nino walk (waddle, really, Nagase had insisted on sending him home with a stomachache) toward the elevator at the center of the building. Nino grunted.
“He gone?” Nagase asked when the door shut.
“Yes, Tomoya, he’s on his way.”
“Oh, great!”
“…Tomoya, where did your shirt go?”
“Dunno, it might be behind the couch…”
Jun sighed, and went to dig around behind it while Nagase did him the singular favor of putting his jeans away (read: he shoved them in the dresser where Jun couldn’t immediately see them). When he was finally triumphant, he folded the old raglan t-shirt and padded into the bedroom, where Nagase was already spread out mostly nude on the bed.
“What, still wearing underwear?” Jun asked archly.
Nagase farted. Jun nodded in understanding.
“Never mind,” he said, bending to put things away.
“Jun, why are you putting on a shirt?” Nagase asked suspiciously.
“Because it’s cold?” Jun answered, nodding his chin toward the rain falling outside.
“I’m just going to toss it off of you anyway.”
Jun pulled the shirt on all the way.
“Oh, I forgot, you like it when I do that.”
“Especially the part where you knock over the bedside lamp in your zeal to get me naked, yes,” Jun answered, searching for his pajama pants.
“Most people would be flattered by that! I mean I did all that just so I could get a better look at your naked self.”
“Oh, I am! I just wish you’d stop breaking the furniture to do it.”
“I can’t help myself,” Nagase answered, hauling Jun down by the wrist and squeezing him momentarily. Then he farted again, and Jun pulled away onto the other side of the bed, fanning the air in front of his nose and coughing. Nagase sighed.