Happy (belated) birthday Toma!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I suck. Sorry. I've been busy with school and battling a cold. I feel I'm losing on both sides.
Birthday drabbles featuring Toma. The theme of this batch is just random visits to his home!
Toma/Yamapi
Warm kisses pressed against his jaw woke Toma up from his afternoon slumber. It was his birthday, so he planned on sleeping whenever he could on this tiny break from his eventful career. “No now Pi, I’m tired.”
“Aw, come on. When do we ever have chances to be together for a whole day,” Pi whined as he pulled away reluctantly. “Think of it as a birthday gift.”
“Sex?” Toma’s face began to flush and Pi couldn’t help but send him a smirk.
“No you pervert. My company,” his boyfriend snorted at that remark.
“So you didn’t get me anything for my birthday,” Toma raised an eyebrow, running his hand across his boyfriend’s stomach and earning a hiss.
“I’ve learned long ago that you’re a cheap date,” Yamapi grinned, leaning in to steal a kiss once more.
Toma/Ryo
“Yo, I’ll be at your house in about ten minutes. Wait for me at the door,” Ryo’s scratchy voice greeted him.
“Why can’t you just ring the doorbell?”
“Because it’s awkward being greeted by your mother. You know I hate small talk. Just get your lazy ass downstairs,”
“You’re the one who can’t even press the doorbe-” Toma glared at his phone when the other obviously hung up on him. He stood out on her porch for a good fifteen minutes before he recognized Ryo’s car pulling up to the curb.
“Why the hell do you have to live so far?” Ryo snapped, slamming his car door behind him. He hated driving long periods of time, especially when he was alone without anyone to complain to or pick on.
Toma shrugged. “Why did you just call?”
Ryo smirked, causing Toma to take a shaky step back. “Birthday punches,” he replied in a small voice.
Toma’s eyes widened and he remembered the bruises from last time. It was all Yamapi’s fault, his attempt to prove that he wasn’t the weakest after Ryo and Toma teased him insistently. But now the only time of year they remembered to continue this ritual was during Toma’s birthday.
As Ryo began to crack his knuckles Toma quickly ran back into his house and locked the door behind him.
“Damn it I drove all the way over here! Let me in!” Ryo began to bang on the door. “Come on. Happy birthday and stuff.”
Toma grinned wickedly as he peaked through the window. “Don’t you mean Happy Bathday?”
He knew that the next day he would get something worse than punches. Probably a couple kicks or hair tugs. But it was so worth watching Ryo’s fuming figure as he briskly walked back to his car to plan Toma’s demise.
Toma/Uchi
Toma didn’t know why he always felt the urge to spoil Uchi rotten. Even on his own birthday. He watched the younger man sit on his living room couch, spreading over it as if it were his own. His mother kept asking if Uchi wanted something to drink. Something to eat. Something to wear of Toma’s if it was too chilly in the house. She even ripped the remote control out of Toma’s hand to give it to him. And he never argued about it. Because when she wasn’t around he would do the same.
Perhaps he thought that Uchi understood how he felt. Working so hard with friends and then being left behind. Sure, Uchi did something he shouldn’t have to have this occur but the feeling was still there and Toma always understood it.
After Uchi was forced to leave NewS and Kanjani8 he started visiting Toma’s house frequently. He would never bring up his feelings about leaving them. He never even mentioned to Toma why he was at his place. But Toma had a feeling he understood. Uchi was too embarrassed to visit his other friends. Always afraid that they were secretly judging him. Toma didn’t lose anything when Uchi was demoted. Toma wasn’t in a group so there wasn’t much he could lose.
Sometimes he would call Toma passed midnight and tell him about nightmares he had about being left behind. Sometimes he would ask Toma to come over because he didn’t want to be alone. And although there would be some whining on Toma’s part he would always be there in the end.
Thank you for always being there for me. Hopefully I’ll be able to return the favor, Uchi had written in his birthday card.
Didn’t he know that he already did? By spending so much time together the weight on Toma’s shoulders for being left behind began to lighten. He wasn’t alone.
Yet Toma didn’t understand why he spoiled Uchi so often. But he was starting to.
Toma/Jin
As soon as the door opened a figure leaped onto him. Arms clinging around his shoulders as soft lips pressed against his own roughly. Toma’s eyes widened and he pushed Jin off of him. “What the hell!?”
“Happy birthday!” Jin let go of Toma and clapped his hands. “I remembered it was yours this time. I didn’t go to Yuu’s like last time.”
“Thank you,” Toma nodded, gently touching his bruising lips. “You want to come in?”
“Are your parents home?” he asked, his expression unreadable.
“No. They needed to pick some things up from the grocery store for dinner tonight,” Toma explained, raising an eyebrow as the other smirked and took a step towards him. “No way moron. They’re not going to take that long.”
“Neither are we,” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes that Toma easily recognized. It was the same glint he had when they were going to steal Yamapi’s food or have sex.
“That’s not something to brag about,” Toma rolled his eyes and allowed himself to be dragged to his bedroom.
Toma knew that Jin would never submit to him, even on his birthday. But fighting for dominance was half the fun. Hands were fumbling roughly over buttons of jeans while ghosts of fingertips brushed over bare stomachs. Toma whimpered against the bruising kiss when Jin managed to push him onto the bed. Jin didn’t even bother letting him win on his own birthday.
Later on in the afternoon the couple was resting on the bed. Jin’s fingers tangled in Toma’s hair while Toma attempted to nap on the other’s shoulder. Jin giggled to himself, causing Toma to shift and raise an eyebrow. “Remember last year when I did that your mother was home?”
Toma promptly pushed him off the bed.
~*~
A/N: I don't know what happened. I love JinRu. I love Tomapi. But I ship these two so very hard as well. =X
Toma/Koki
Toma glanced down at his vibrating phone on the dinner table and smiled sheepishly at the glares he got from his family. He was told over and over no phones at the table, it’s only polite. He just didn’t want to miss any calls on his birthday.
Gangsta K.
Toma winced and walked away from the table quietly. He knew he should have never let Koki program himself into the phone. Once he reached his bedroom he quickly answered. “Hello?”
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Koki all but shouted into the phone, causing Toma to hold it away from his ear.
“THANK YOU!” Toma shouted back, grinning at the curing from the other end.
“Hey, you should come out with me right now. I’ll take you to the club and buy you a birthday drink,” Koki offered.
“I’m- uh- I’m eating dinner with my family. Then we’re going to have some cake,” Toma could feel his face burning. He was going to be teased. He knew it.
“That’s so boring!” Koki complained on the other side. “How about later?”
“Not today.”
“Alright. Nevermind. Happy birthday!” Koki said briskly into the phone and quickly hung up.
Toma’s head hung and he went back to the kitchen. So what if he didn’t party on his birthday? Maybe he preferred this much!
There was a knocking at the door twenty minutes later and Toma ran over to answer it. His eyes widened when he saw through the window. “Hey Koki,” he opened the door and offered a smile.
Koki grinned back at him. “I heard there would be cake.”
Toma/Jun
He knew he hated video games. Jun always thought that they were a waste of time when there was always something productive that could be done like reading or studying. Toma teased him insistently about how boring that all sounded.
But here Jun was. Sitting on Toma’s bed beside him as the two battled it out in the new game Toma received from Jun on his birthday. And the odd thing was that Jun wasn’t complaining or whining to do something else. In fact, he was winning. His character was so close to beating Toma’s. Jun was having fun, watching the completely shocked Toma bounce furiously while trying to win.
Toma’s character was finally knocked out and he glared at the screen before them. “What the hell,” he hissed.
Jun smirked beside him and wrapped his arm around the other’s shoulder. “Off with your pants now,” he whispered huskily into his ear.
Toma rolled his eyes and stood up to take them off. “I know you had Nino help you with this game. That little monkey.”
The fully clothed Jun just crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. So what if he did? It was all working out anyways. “Another round?”
“Hell yeah. I still have my socks and underwear on,” Toma nodded reassuringly to himself.
Jun grinned wickedly. He never was interested in video games before. But the idea of Toma getting naked was always appealing to him. As well as victory sex.
~*~
A/N: Based on a random conversation with funkysparks.
Toma/Shoon
The afternoon rays of sun peaked through the blinds and directly into Toma’s eyes, almost like a natural alarm clock, warning him that he was sleeping in too much. He blinked slowly and stretched. It was his birthday. His day off. His day to sleep in. And he loved the fact that he was just going to laze around all day. No appointments.
And although he enjoyed the rest he was starting to fear the change that would come along with his birthday. Or the changes that have been going along with his birthday. He was used to visits from his friends on his birthday when he was younger. Together they would play in the leaves in the front yard, trying to completely cover someone under the raked pile. It was normally Toma because it was his birthday but sometimes he managed to get Yamapi underneath.
But now they were all busy. Out of town. In a photo shoot. Filming. With their girlfriends. And although he received friendly text messages from all of them apologizing and wishing him well for his birthday he still missed them. He was still a bit upset.
Everything was changing and it was all ages’ fault.
“Toma! Someone’s at the door for you!” He heard his mother call out from the entrance.
Toma’s eyes widened and he shot up from the bed. Not even bothering to change out of his pajamas to greet his lying friends he bolted over to the door. He halted instantly the moment he saw that it wasn’t any of his buddies, rather a shifting and nervous Yamashita Shoon.
The younger boy instantly broke into a friendly grin when he saw Toma. “Happy birthday Ikuta-kun!” He bowed deeply and held out a gift in front of him.
He tilted his head and slowly retrieved the gift. It wasn’t anything big, just a simple small bag. Probably filled with cookies made by Shoon’s mother the night before. Yet it still warmed Toma.
“Massu said something about it being your birthday today so I really wanted to drop this off for you and let you get back to your celebration. I don’t know if you know me very well, but I really admire your work. Happy birthday.”
“I know you. Thank you very much.” Toma ruffled his hair and grinned widely, causing Shoon to flush. “Come on in and have some cake kid.”
“I’m not a kid!” Shoon whined, causing Toma’s grin to spread even wider. It reminded him of his past and the teasing and fun that went along with it. Maybe things weren’t going to completely change. Now to see if this Shoon kid liked leaves.
Toma/Maru
Toma stood on his porch staring at the cigarrette that rested in between his fingers. Maybe this birthday he would give it up. Maybe... He slowly dug into his pocket to dig out the lighter that seemed to have started burning a hole in his thigh. Next year for sure.
He absently started to mess with the lighter and stared at the scenery before him. Children were riding their bikes and giggling. Old men were sitting on benches and reminiscing. Nakamaru Yuichi was was two houses to his left apologizing furiously to the person at the door.
Maru?
“Oi! Nakamaru-kun!” Toma hollered waving his hand. The other man looked confused and turned his head. A wave of relief flushed his expression and he bowed once more to the person at the door and jogged over to Toma. Toma quickly stuffed the cigarette back into his pocket guiltily. He just couldn’t smoke around others who didn’t. Not after Maki slapped his hand every time he tried to reach for his pack.
“I couldn’t find your house. Jin writes terrible instructions,” Maru said breathlessly, showing Toma the sheet he held in his hand. Toma instantly recognized the handwriting and laughed. The numbers for the address were totally illegible. “I had to walk down the entire street. People were getting upset and refusing to tell me where you lived. I even told them I’m in Johnny’s but none of them believed me.”
Toma couldn’t help but laugh even harder and he gripped his sides.
Maru began to flush and shifted uncomfortably where he was standing.
“What are you doing here anyways?” Toma finally stopped, wiping a stray tear that fell from the corner of his eye.
“I’m here to drop off this gift from Jin,” Maru handed him a white plastic bag. “He can’t make it to your birthday today.”
“That means we’ll actually have leftover cake! Can you believe that this guy tries to take the leftovers to his apartment? Like I’m not going to eat them the next day!” Toma took the bag and it didn’t even faze him that Jin didn’t wrap it. It never did.
“I know! I rented a movie once and invited him over to watch it. We ended up missing the last half,” Maru began to blush and rub the back of his neck as he paused, “for some reason and he took it home with him so he could finish it! Then he gave it back to me the week after it was due.”
“Bakanishi,” Toma chuckled, shaking his head. “Come on in and have some cake. I think a couple of my neighbors are glaring at you.”
Maru squeaked and walked inside.
Birthday drabbles featuring Toma. The theme of this batch is just random visits to his home!
Toma/Yamapi
Warm kisses pressed against his jaw woke Toma up from his afternoon slumber. It was his birthday, so he planned on sleeping whenever he could on this tiny break from his eventful career. “No now Pi, I’m tired.”
“Aw, come on. When do we ever have chances to be together for a whole day,” Pi whined as he pulled away reluctantly. “Think of it as a birthday gift.”
“Sex?” Toma’s face began to flush and Pi couldn’t help but send him a smirk.
“No you pervert. My company,” his boyfriend snorted at that remark.
“So you didn’t get me anything for my birthday,” Toma raised an eyebrow, running his hand across his boyfriend’s stomach and earning a hiss.
“I’ve learned long ago that you’re a cheap date,” Yamapi grinned, leaning in to steal a kiss once more.
Toma/Ryo
“Yo, I’ll be at your house in about ten minutes. Wait for me at the door,” Ryo’s scratchy voice greeted him.
“Why can’t you just ring the doorbell?”
“Because it’s awkward being greeted by your mother. You know I hate small talk. Just get your lazy ass downstairs,”
“You’re the one who can’t even press the doorbe-” Toma glared at his phone when the other obviously hung up on him. He stood out on her porch for a good fifteen minutes before he recognized Ryo’s car pulling up to the curb.
“Why the hell do you have to live so far?” Ryo snapped, slamming his car door behind him. He hated driving long periods of time, especially when he was alone without anyone to complain to or pick on.
Toma shrugged. “Why did you just call?”
Ryo smirked, causing Toma to take a shaky step back. “Birthday punches,” he replied in a small voice.
Toma’s eyes widened and he remembered the bruises from last time. It was all Yamapi’s fault, his attempt to prove that he wasn’t the weakest after Ryo and Toma teased him insistently. But now the only time of year they remembered to continue this ritual was during Toma’s birthday.
As Ryo began to crack his knuckles Toma quickly ran back into his house and locked the door behind him.
“Damn it I drove all the way over here! Let me in!” Ryo began to bang on the door. “Come on. Happy birthday and stuff.”
Toma grinned wickedly as he peaked through the window. “Don’t you mean Happy Bathday?”
He knew that the next day he would get something worse than punches. Probably a couple kicks or hair tugs. But it was so worth watching Ryo’s fuming figure as he briskly walked back to his car to plan Toma’s demise.
Toma/Uchi
Toma didn’t know why he always felt the urge to spoil Uchi rotten. Even on his own birthday. He watched the younger man sit on his living room couch, spreading over it as if it were his own. His mother kept asking if Uchi wanted something to drink. Something to eat. Something to wear of Toma’s if it was too chilly in the house. She even ripped the remote control out of Toma’s hand to give it to him. And he never argued about it. Because when she wasn’t around he would do the same.
Perhaps he thought that Uchi understood how he felt. Working so hard with friends and then being left behind. Sure, Uchi did something he shouldn’t have to have this occur but the feeling was still there and Toma always understood it.
After Uchi was forced to leave NewS and Kanjani8 he started visiting Toma’s house frequently. He would never bring up his feelings about leaving them. He never even mentioned to Toma why he was at his place. But Toma had a feeling he understood. Uchi was too embarrassed to visit his other friends. Always afraid that they were secretly judging him. Toma didn’t lose anything when Uchi was demoted. Toma wasn’t in a group so there wasn’t much he could lose.
Sometimes he would call Toma passed midnight and tell him about nightmares he had about being left behind. Sometimes he would ask Toma to come over because he didn’t want to be alone. And although there would be some whining on Toma’s part he would always be there in the end.
Thank you for always being there for me. Hopefully I’ll be able to return the favor, Uchi had written in his birthday card.
Didn’t he know that he already did? By spending so much time together the weight on Toma’s shoulders for being left behind began to lighten. He wasn’t alone.
Yet Toma didn’t understand why he spoiled Uchi so often. But he was starting to.
Toma/Jin
As soon as the door opened a figure leaped onto him. Arms clinging around his shoulders as soft lips pressed against his own roughly. Toma’s eyes widened and he pushed Jin off of him. “What the hell!?”
“Happy birthday!” Jin let go of Toma and clapped his hands. “I remembered it was yours this time. I didn’t go to Yuu’s like last time.”
“Thank you,” Toma nodded, gently touching his bruising lips. “You want to come in?”
“Are your parents home?” he asked, his expression unreadable.
“No. They needed to pick some things up from the grocery store for dinner tonight,” Toma explained, raising an eyebrow as the other smirked and took a step towards him. “No way moron. They’re not going to take that long.”
“Neither are we,” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes that Toma easily recognized. It was the same glint he had when they were going to steal Yamapi’s food or have sex.
“That’s not something to brag about,” Toma rolled his eyes and allowed himself to be dragged to his bedroom.
Toma knew that Jin would never submit to him, even on his birthday. But fighting for dominance was half the fun. Hands were fumbling roughly over buttons of jeans while ghosts of fingertips brushed over bare stomachs. Toma whimpered against the bruising kiss when Jin managed to push him onto the bed. Jin didn’t even bother letting him win on his own birthday.
Later on in the afternoon the couple was resting on the bed. Jin’s fingers tangled in Toma’s hair while Toma attempted to nap on the other’s shoulder. Jin giggled to himself, causing Toma to shift and raise an eyebrow. “Remember last year when I did that your mother was home?”
Toma promptly pushed him off the bed.
~*~
A/N: I don't know what happened. I love JinRu. I love Tomapi. But I ship these two so very hard as well. =X
Toma/Koki
Toma glanced down at his vibrating phone on the dinner table and smiled sheepishly at the glares he got from his family. He was told over and over no phones at the table, it’s only polite. He just didn’t want to miss any calls on his birthday.
Gangsta K.
Toma winced and walked away from the table quietly. He knew he should have never let Koki program himself into the phone. Once he reached his bedroom he quickly answered. “Hello?”
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Koki all but shouted into the phone, causing Toma to hold it away from his ear.
“THANK YOU!” Toma shouted back, grinning at the curing from the other end.
“Hey, you should come out with me right now. I’ll take you to the club and buy you a birthday drink,” Koki offered.
“I’m- uh- I’m eating dinner with my family. Then we’re going to have some cake,” Toma could feel his face burning. He was going to be teased. He knew it.
“That’s so boring!” Koki complained on the other side. “How about later?”
“Not today.”
“Alright. Nevermind. Happy birthday!” Koki said briskly into the phone and quickly hung up.
Toma’s head hung and he went back to the kitchen. So what if he didn’t party on his birthday? Maybe he preferred this much!
There was a knocking at the door twenty minutes later and Toma ran over to answer it. His eyes widened when he saw through the window. “Hey Koki,” he opened the door and offered a smile.
Koki grinned back at him. “I heard there would be cake.”
Toma/Jun
He knew he hated video games. Jun always thought that they were a waste of time when there was always something productive that could be done like reading or studying. Toma teased him insistently about how boring that all sounded.
But here Jun was. Sitting on Toma’s bed beside him as the two battled it out in the new game Toma received from Jun on his birthday. And the odd thing was that Jun wasn’t complaining or whining to do something else. In fact, he was winning. His character was so close to beating Toma’s. Jun was having fun, watching the completely shocked Toma bounce furiously while trying to win.
Toma’s character was finally knocked out and he glared at the screen before them. “What the hell,” he hissed.
Jun smirked beside him and wrapped his arm around the other’s shoulder. “Off with your pants now,” he whispered huskily into his ear.
Toma rolled his eyes and stood up to take them off. “I know you had Nino help you with this game. That little monkey.”
The fully clothed Jun just crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. So what if he did? It was all working out anyways. “Another round?”
“Hell yeah. I still have my socks and underwear on,” Toma nodded reassuringly to himself.
Jun grinned wickedly. He never was interested in video games before. But the idea of Toma getting naked was always appealing to him. As well as victory sex.
~*~
A/N: Based on a random conversation with funkysparks.
Toma/Shoon
The afternoon rays of sun peaked through the blinds and directly into Toma’s eyes, almost like a natural alarm clock, warning him that he was sleeping in too much. He blinked slowly and stretched. It was his birthday. His day off. His day to sleep in. And he loved the fact that he was just going to laze around all day. No appointments.
And although he enjoyed the rest he was starting to fear the change that would come along with his birthday. Or the changes that have been going along with his birthday. He was used to visits from his friends on his birthday when he was younger. Together they would play in the leaves in the front yard, trying to completely cover someone under the raked pile. It was normally Toma because it was his birthday but sometimes he managed to get Yamapi underneath.
But now they were all busy. Out of town. In a photo shoot. Filming. With their girlfriends. And although he received friendly text messages from all of them apologizing and wishing him well for his birthday he still missed them. He was still a bit upset.
Everything was changing and it was all ages’ fault.
“Toma! Someone’s at the door for you!” He heard his mother call out from the entrance.
Toma’s eyes widened and he shot up from the bed. Not even bothering to change out of his pajamas to greet his lying friends he bolted over to the door. He halted instantly the moment he saw that it wasn’t any of his buddies, rather a shifting and nervous Yamashita Shoon.
The younger boy instantly broke into a friendly grin when he saw Toma. “Happy birthday Ikuta-kun!” He bowed deeply and held out a gift in front of him.
He tilted his head and slowly retrieved the gift. It wasn’t anything big, just a simple small bag. Probably filled with cookies made by Shoon’s mother the night before. Yet it still warmed Toma.
“Massu said something about it being your birthday today so I really wanted to drop this off for you and let you get back to your celebration. I don’t know if you know me very well, but I really admire your work. Happy birthday.”
“I know you. Thank you very much.” Toma ruffled his hair and grinned widely, causing Shoon to flush. “Come on in and have some cake kid.”
“I’m not a kid!” Shoon whined, causing Toma’s grin to spread even wider. It reminded him of his past and the teasing and fun that went along with it. Maybe things weren’t going to completely change. Now to see if this Shoon kid liked leaves.
Toma/Maru
Toma stood on his porch staring at the cigarrette that rested in between his fingers. Maybe this birthday he would give it up. Maybe... He slowly dug into his pocket to dig out the lighter that seemed to have started burning a hole in his thigh. Next year for sure.
He absently started to mess with the lighter and stared at the scenery before him. Children were riding their bikes and giggling. Old men were sitting on benches and reminiscing. Nakamaru Yuichi was was two houses to his left apologizing furiously to the person at the door.
Maru?
“Oi! Nakamaru-kun!” Toma hollered waving his hand. The other man looked confused and turned his head. A wave of relief flushed his expression and he bowed once more to the person at the door and jogged over to Toma. Toma quickly stuffed the cigarette back into his pocket guiltily. He just couldn’t smoke around others who didn’t. Not after Maki slapped his hand every time he tried to reach for his pack.
“I couldn’t find your house. Jin writes terrible instructions,” Maru said breathlessly, showing Toma the sheet he held in his hand. Toma instantly recognized the handwriting and laughed. The numbers for the address were totally illegible. “I had to walk down the entire street. People were getting upset and refusing to tell me where you lived. I even told them I’m in Johnny’s but none of them believed me.”
Toma couldn’t help but laugh even harder and he gripped his sides.
Maru began to flush and shifted uncomfortably where he was standing.
“What are you doing here anyways?” Toma finally stopped, wiping a stray tear that fell from the corner of his eye.
“I’m here to drop off this gift from Jin,” Maru handed him a white plastic bag. “He can’t make it to your birthday today.”
“That means we’ll actually have leftover cake! Can you believe that this guy tries to take the leftovers to his apartment? Like I’m not going to eat them the next day!” Toma took the bag and it didn’t even faze him that Jin didn’t wrap it. It never did.
“I know! I rented a movie once and invited him over to watch it. We ended up missing the last half,” Maru began to blush and rub the back of his neck as he paused, “for some reason and he took it home with him so he could finish it! Then he gave it back to me the week after it was due.”
“Bakanishi,” Toma chuckled, shaking his head. “Come on in and have some cake. I think a couple of my neighbors are glaring at you.”
Maru squeaked and walked inside.