Fic: Word to Your Mother
Title: Word to Your Mother
Pairing: Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki
Summary: Maru appreciates the thoughtful gift, but he didn’t like how his boxers were showing.
Rating: pg
Disclaimer: Owning no one. =)
A/N: TaNaka FTW!!! Really laaaaate Xmas fic for crystallekil
It was a terrible idea to not lock the bathroom door behind him, but Maru was just too exhausted to even remember the horrible consequences that could ensue. His day had been going terribly so far. He was late to an interview, the only event he would attempt to arrive on time to. He spilled his bottle of water onto his lap and was certain the woman questioning him smirked. And on top of memorizing the movements of the ocean conveyor belt, he just couldn’t get the choreography down for their latest song.
He needed to shower and then nap. Then nap some more.
Maru leaned against the cool tiles behind him and sighed loudly, allowing the water from the shower head to hit his chest. Perhaps he just needed fun. Something new. A mental calender flashed through his head and soon enough the water began to cool. Stupid, cheap Johnny’s. He had more hot water in his tiny apartment.
His arm blindly wandered from behind the curtain of the shower and he grabbed the towel. Wrapping it around his waist, he carefully took a step out into the bathroom, looking around and noticing that he was still alone. His next sigh was of relief, not exhaustion.
He turned to grab his clothes and frowned. They weren’t neatly folded on the counter like he originally placed them. They weren’t anywhere. Maru cursed to himself. Jin probably dared one of the junior to do this.
Instead he found a colorful pair of boxers sitting on the floor beside the door. It was bright green with large, yellow dollar signs decorating it. Maru wrinkled his nose but hastily put them on. Sure, they were definitely ugly and were nothing like the ones he bought himself with flames covering them (sentimental value damn it!) but he knew better than to wander the halls of Johnny’s wearing nothing but a towel. He heard the company’s folklore of a drunk Nagase taking full advantage of several different members of Arashi before. Then again, they were the ones who were so close they took their showers together at the same time.
Maru wrapped the towel around his shoulders like a cape, still feeling too bare. Opening the door he peaked quickly and saw that the hallway the was empty. He reluctantly walked out and made his way quickly to his dressing room. Hopefully the jerk who took his clothes didn’t take any extra that was in his locker.
He paused briefly when he saw a large shirt lying on the floor. It was almost too good to be true, he thought. Maru assumed that someone dropped this earlier and forgot it. Poor naked, naive Nakamaru.
He quickly put it on, noting that it was a few sizes too big and had a large image of an American rapper that he vaguely knew from Koki.
“Tu-pac?” he read the English name beneath the picture. Shrugging he continued making his way down the hallway. The dressing room seemed so far away in nothing but a shirt and boxers.
A figure further down the hallway was jogging in his direction and Maru stilled. Was it picture time? He didn’t need an enlarged picture of him wearing this all over the cafeteria. And it had to be Jin of all people. That bastard was sure to tell everyone.
“Hey Nakama-” Jin paused, giving the other a glance over before bursting into a loud burst of giggles. “Wait a second,” he held up a finger while his hand dug into his pocket and he whipped out his phone. He expertly took a picture before the older man even had a chance to whine about it. “That’s going to be my wallpaper. Oh, Koki’s looking for you.” With a wink the younger man quickly left.
Maru groaned, looking pitifully up at the ceiling. He didn’t even have a chance to beg Jin to delete the photo.
He forced himself not to follow the other man and keep going to his dressing room. He didn’t want to run into someone else. Maru shivered at the idea of passing Ryo, or anyone from Kanjani8 for that matter. Covering his face with his hands at the embarrassment from the thought alone and the run-in with Jin, he briskly continued walking.
Until his foot stepped on something that felt a lot like denim. Looking down, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling softly when he saw that a pair of jeans were below him. He pulled them on and they sunk below his waist quickly. He pulled them up again, they fell again. Well, they weren’t his jeans, so they weren’t going to be a perfect fit. If only he could find a belt in this trail of clothing.
Maru frowned slightly when the realization flashed into his head. This was all set up! Someone was forcing him to wear this outfit! It had to be Jin.
Wait, Maru mentally scratched that from his head. Jin would have spilled earlier, not very good at keeping a joke going. Then who? It was obvious, Maru thought as he opened the door to the dress room and looked down at the grinning man who set this up. It was Koki.
“What’s up bro?” the younger man jumped up, pulling him into a tight hug before a very complicated handshake that Koki was determined to create after watching a lame rendition by Jin and Yamapi.
“What’s this?” he pointed at his outfit before looking at the other man’s. Koki was wearing a white tank top and even baggier jeans. Maru wondered how he was able to walk in them without having them fall completely.
“A gift. You’re working very hard Nakamaru. I thought you needed something fun to cheer you up,” Koki blushed slightly, before turning around.
Maru didn’t even try to hide the frown forming on his face when he saw his reflection. The shirt was definitely too big for him by at least three sizes. Either Koki had a hard time figuring out what would fit others or- Oh not again. “But I don’t want to be a gangster!” he whined, flapping his arms and watching the shirt flow around him.
“Gangsta,” he corrected. “Wait until you see the shoes!” Koki ignored him, rummaging through the large sack for the other gift with child-like glee while Maru sat on the couch. It looked like he worked very hard on putting this gift together
“If you got me golden teeth as well...” Maru paused at the other’s expression. “No way.”
“I would need a clay imprint of your teeth,” Koki stilled, a figurative lightbulb appearing over his head.
“There is no way-”
“Nevermind, you’re whining too much about it anyways,” he frowned, tossing the shoes onto the couch beside the older man before sitting across from him.
Maru felt guilty. He was being so rude and Koki worked really hard on this. He lifted up one of the shoes and inspected the artwork on them that the other man probably spent ages working on. “You did a great job on these shoes,” he offered.
Koki crossed his arms and shrugged, not giving Maru anything.
His shoulders sagged slightly and an idea popped into his head. With a wide grin, he leapt off his couch and onto Koki’s lap. His grin grew even larger when Koki’s hands flew instinctually to his hips.
“Don’t think you can make out with me right after you insult my work-” Koki was cut off by a messy kiss.
“There is one positive for this type of clothing though,” Maru mumbled against the other’s lips.
“Hm?”
The older man grinned into the kiss, his fingers trailing down to the hem of Koki’s baggy shirt. “They’re a lot easier to take off.”
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A/N: Sorry to cut at that point. Why can’t I write gangsta love? =(
Pairing: Nakamaru Yuichi/Tanaka Koki
Summary: Maru appreciates the thoughtful gift, but he didn’t like how his boxers were showing.
Rating: pg
Disclaimer: Owning no one. =)
A/N: TaNaka FTW!!! Really laaaaate Xmas fic for crystallekil
It was a terrible idea to not lock the bathroom door behind him, but Maru was just too exhausted to even remember the horrible consequences that could ensue. His day had been going terribly so far. He was late to an interview, the only event he would attempt to arrive on time to. He spilled his bottle of water onto his lap and was certain the woman questioning him smirked. And on top of memorizing the movements of the ocean conveyor belt, he just couldn’t get the choreography down for their latest song.
He needed to shower and then nap. Then nap some more.
Maru leaned against the cool tiles behind him and sighed loudly, allowing the water from the shower head to hit his chest. Perhaps he just needed fun. Something new. A mental calender flashed through his head and soon enough the water began to cool. Stupid, cheap Johnny’s. He had more hot water in his tiny apartment.
His arm blindly wandered from behind the curtain of the shower and he grabbed the towel. Wrapping it around his waist, he carefully took a step out into the bathroom, looking around and noticing that he was still alone. His next sigh was of relief, not exhaustion.
He turned to grab his clothes and frowned. They weren’t neatly folded on the counter like he originally placed them. They weren’t anywhere. Maru cursed to himself. Jin probably dared one of the junior to do this.
Instead he found a colorful pair of boxers sitting on the floor beside the door. It was bright green with large, yellow dollar signs decorating it. Maru wrinkled his nose but hastily put them on. Sure, they were definitely ugly and were nothing like the ones he bought himself with flames covering them (sentimental value damn it!) but he knew better than to wander the halls of Johnny’s wearing nothing but a towel. He heard the company’s folklore of a drunk Nagase taking full advantage of several different members of Arashi before. Then again, they were the ones who were so close they took their showers together at the same time.
Maru wrapped the towel around his shoulders like a cape, still feeling too bare. Opening the door he peaked quickly and saw that the hallway the was empty. He reluctantly walked out and made his way quickly to his dressing room. Hopefully the jerk who took his clothes didn’t take any extra that was in his locker.
He paused briefly when he saw a large shirt lying on the floor. It was almost too good to be true, he thought. Maru assumed that someone dropped this earlier and forgot it. Poor naked, naive Nakamaru.
He quickly put it on, noting that it was a few sizes too big and had a large image of an American rapper that he vaguely knew from Koki.
“Tu-pac?” he read the English name beneath the picture. Shrugging he continued making his way down the hallway. The dressing room seemed so far away in nothing but a shirt and boxers.
A figure further down the hallway was jogging in his direction and Maru stilled. Was it picture time? He didn’t need an enlarged picture of him wearing this all over the cafeteria. And it had to be Jin of all people. That bastard was sure to tell everyone.
“Hey Nakama-” Jin paused, giving the other a glance over before bursting into a loud burst of giggles. “Wait a second,” he held up a finger while his hand dug into his pocket and he whipped out his phone. He expertly took a picture before the older man even had a chance to whine about it. “That’s going to be my wallpaper. Oh, Koki’s looking for you.” With a wink the younger man quickly left.
Maru groaned, looking pitifully up at the ceiling. He didn’t even have a chance to beg Jin to delete the photo.
He forced himself not to follow the other man and keep going to his dressing room. He didn’t want to run into someone else. Maru shivered at the idea of passing Ryo, or anyone from Kanjani8 for that matter. Covering his face with his hands at the embarrassment from the thought alone and the run-in with Jin, he briskly continued walking.
Until his foot stepped on something that felt a lot like denim. Looking down, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling softly when he saw that a pair of jeans were below him. He pulled them on and they sunk below his waist quickly. He pulled them up again, they fell again. Well, they weren’t his jeans, so they weren’t going to be a perfect fit. If only he could find a belt in this trail of clothing.
Maru frowned slightly when the realization flashed into his head. This was all set up! Someone was forcing him to wear this outfit! It had to be Jin.
Wait, Maru mentally scratched that from his head. Jin would have spilled earlier, not very good at keeping a joke going. Then who? It was obvious, Maru thought as he opened the door to the dress room and looked down at the grinning man who set this up. It was Koki.
“What’s up bro?” the younger man jumped up, pulling him into a tight hug before a very complicated handshake that Koki was determined to create after watching a lame rendition by Jin and Yamapi.
“What’s this?” he pointed at his outfit before looking at the other man’s. Koki was wearing a white tank top and even baggier jeans. Maru wondered how he was able to walk in them without having them fall completely.
“A gift. You’re working very hard Nakamaru. I thought you needed something fun to cheer you up,” Koki blushed slightly, before turning around.
Maru didn’t even try to hide the frown forming on his face when he saw his reflection. The shirt was definitely too big for him by at least three sizes. Either Koki had a hard time figuring out what would fit others or- Oh not again. “But I don’t want to be a gangster!” he whined, flapping his arms and watching the shirt flow around him.
“Gangsta,” he corrected. “Wait until you see the shoes!” Koki ignored him, rummaging through the large sack for the other gift with child-like glee while Maru sat on the couch. It looked like he worked very hard on putting this gift together
“If you got me golden teeth as well...” Maru paused at the other’s expression. “No way.”
“I would need a clay imprint of your teeth,” Koki stilled, a figurative lightbulb appearing over his head.
“There is no way-”
“Nevermind, you’re whining too much about it anyways,” he frowned, tossing the shoes onto the couch beside the older man before sitting across from him.
Maru felt guilty. He was being so rude and Koki worked really hard on this. He lifted up one of the shoes and inspected the artwork on them that the other man probably spent ages working on. “You did a great job on these shoes,” he offered.
Koki crossed his arms and shrugged, not giving Maru anything.
His shoulders sagged slightly and an idea popped into his head. With a wide grin, he leapt off his couch and onto Koki’s lap. His grin grew even larger when Koki’s hands flew instinctually to his hips.
“Don’t think you can make out with me right after you insult my work-” Koki was cut off by a messy kiss.
“There is one positive for this type of clothing though,” Maru mumbled against the other’s lips.
“Hm?”
The older man grinned into the kiss, his fingers trailing down to the hem of Koki’s baggy shirt. “They’re a lot easier to take off.”
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A/N: Sorry to cut at that point. Why can’t I write gangsta love? =(