Fic: Shirota is not a Dictionary
Title: Shirota is not a Dictionary
Pairing: Ikuta Toma/Shirota Yuu
Theme:Random phrases 9. Misunderstood Tourist//10_encounters challenge.
Rating: pg-13
Warnings: Cursing (+1 in spanish) and um... physical contact.
Word Count: 1838
Summary: A vacation in Spain should be paradise, right?
Disclaimer: Still not owning people.
The faint hum of the engine was the only sound that could be heard on the airplane. A one way trip to Madrid, Spain from Tokyo. The passengers either curled up as comfortably as they could in the tiny seats so they could sleep and adjust to the new time schedule at the new country. Others had their headphones on and watched the generic romance comedy that was playing on the screen ahead of them, or if they were lucky enough, listening to their MP3 players that haven’t died yet. It was such a long flight.
However, towards the back of the coach section, two young men did none of the mentioned. One of them tried to adjust his legs comfortably in the small space allotted to him. He was just too tall to be sitting there. The other was rummaging through his backpack with a scowl on his face.
“You bastard.”
“Wah?” Shirota paused from attempting to open the bag of peanuts to look over at a glaring Toma.
“What the hell is your problem? I needed that book,” Toma huffed as he threw his bag back down on the ground below his feet.
“Oh that,” he began to chuckled loudly in his seat causing several people surrounding them to glance at him with annoyance. The flight would last another ten hours and if this guy kept laughing this loudly there would be a mutiny. “I told you that the Spanish dictionary is useless when I’m around.”
Toma crossed his arms and pouted. He never enjoyed being the one who was picked on. “I know exactly what you’re going to do now.”
“What am I going to do?” Shirota blinked innocently causing the other to roll his eyes.
“You’re going to make me say some stupid things in Spainish,” he began, “You’re going to make me sound like an ass.”
“Why would I do something like that?”
“To amuse yourself. Because you’re Satan. Because Jin told you to. I don’t know, but you’re evil.”
“It was my idea,” Shirota stated, not wanting anyone else to take his credit for this hilarious deed. He was indeed lying though.
“Congratulations,” Toma sulked, turning his attention to the window beside him. Even though it was pitch black outside he was going to force himself to keep his attention there.
“Hey, I’m the one taking you here. I’m allowed to torture you,” he huffed. Damn it. He wasn’t expecting for Toma to notice it was gone until they arrived at the hotel at least.
“I paid for my own ticket. You’re not allowed anything,” Toma shifted slightly so he could retrieve the thin blanket in the plastic wrap. Without a glance at his friend, he covered himself and continued to look out the window.
“Hey, I don’t want to argue the whole way there,” he poked Toma’s shoulder.
“That’s good. Because I’m going to sleep,” Toma moved around a bit to make himself comfortable as he rested his head against the window beside him.
“But I’m bored!” Shirota whined. It was something he normally did only within his group of friends. Then again, around Toma people had a tendency to either whine or tease.
“Tough,” he took out the sleeping mask that Yamapi had leant him before he left. He almost snickered when he remembered seeing the other’s face filled with jealousy when he told him of his trip to Spain. That’s what he gets for going to Hawaii all those times without him.
Shirota began to fidget in his seat until an idea dawned upon him. So wicked he knew that Jin would be proud of him. He looked at the people around him. The old lady beside him was snoring loudly and drooling slightly. The people in front of them looked deeply engrossed on whatever movie was playing; he wasn’t interested in it anyways. Toma seemed to have already fallen asleep. Conditions were perfect.
So with a giant smirk on his face, his hand began to snake underneath Toma’s blanket. His fingers began to stroke the other man’s jean covered thigh experimentally, and he noticed that he was still fast asleep. Looking around him quickly once more, Shirota slowly unzipped the other man’s pants. Toma didn’t budge. So far so good. Just as Shirota was working on the button (it’s hard with one hand!) Toma’s head snapped up.
“What the hell are you doing?” he hissed, ripping off the mask and glaring.
“Apologizing,” Shirota replied huskily. He especially loved watching Toma’s eyes darken when he was aroused.
“Forget about it. Not here,” he shook his head and bit his lip when Shirota ignored his heeds.
“Shh... you’re going to get us caught,” Shirota whispered into his ear, causing the other man to shudder.
“There’s no way I’m going to sit here for the next ten hours in this afterwards. Now stop,” Toma shakily ripped the other’s hand away from him and proceeded to zip himself up.
“Have it your way. Hey where are you going?” He looked up confused as Toma squeezed past him to the aisle.
“Bathroom. You’re such a prick, you know that?”
Shirota only laughed loudly once more, earning more glares. “Sorry,” he muttered shyly, pulling out a magazine from his bag and trying to ignore his blushing face.
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“You have to help me!” Toma cried out into his phone. He tried to muffle the sounds coming from the beach he was at. The sounds of waves, children shouting and muffled giggles. He was sitting on his orange towel and he had his feet buried in the warm sand. How long would it take to bury Shirota in it?
He was greeted by a sigh and the constant crackles of the static. “First, you and him go on a trip without me. Then you have the nerve to ask me for help?” Yamapi pointed out on the phone. “And do you know what time it is over here?”
“But he’s torturing me! I tried to ask for directions from this woman yesterday, using the phrases he told me and I was slapped! And hard too,” Toma rubbed his cheek affectionately at the memory, glaring at the tall man’s figure in the water. He was surfing while Toma was sent to get drinks. Six vendors, three glares and two forced exits later, he managed to just point at the drinks and pay for them. He didn’t care if he even got the correct change back at that point. He was going to make Shirota pay regardless.
“Boo hoo.”
“You’re such a jerk!” Toma kicked the sand earning a couple wary gazes in his direction.
“You’re the jerk! I’m here trying to sleep before I’m dragged to the store with my sister. To look for her boyfriend’s birthday gift on top of it. And you’re at a beach-yes, I can hear it- and whining to me about being in paradise just because Ryo is paying Shirota to make it hell for you.”
“I knew it! Kinda. I thought it was Jin,” he was pleased with his insight.
“Bye Toma,” Yamapi yawned into the phone.
“Wait! Can you tell me what mierda is?”
He groaned when the answer was in the form of the dial tone.
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Toma no. It’s actually Spanish for ‘Toma fails’. That’s what Shirota was calling the acts in which Toma attempts Spanish and fails miserably. It was all pretty funny in his head. He actually started a tally of how many times he gave Toma the false translation of something and watched as Toma repeated it with- well terrible consequences. He was up to 23. But now the game was becoming a bit depressing and Toma wasn’t willing to play anymore.
He was refusing to believe any of the translations Shirota was giving him and resorted to pointing at things or attempting English to be understood. Even that wasn’t working out very well. Toma was having a miserable time here and that made him feel guilty to no end. Stupid bet.
The two were now sitting at the counter of a low key bar. Toma was hiccuping loudly beside him, taking another shot of his drink.
“These are a lot stronger than the ones in Japan,” he slurred, resting his chin on the table. This was oddly the high point of the vacation so far. Mainly because Shirota was the one who offered to pay for the drinks. And Toma was going to make sure he regretted that choice.
“You think so?” Shirota raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of his beer. He knew it would be a bad idea for them to both be drunk and staggering back to their hotel room. And Toma was usually the one who got drunk faster. The lightweight, he thought to himself, smiling gently.
“I don’t know,” Toma shrugged. “I don’t think that bartender is going to give us a refill anytime soon.” He looked over to try and flag her down, but was pointedly ignored.
“Probably not. You pointed at her chest several times. People tend to not like that kind of stuff.”
Toma waved his arms madly. “I was pointing at the bottle behind her!”
“I told you the name of the drink,” Shirota reminded him.
“I didn’t believe you,” the other grumbled, taking the last gulp. “Done.”
“Let’s go then,” Shirota left the money on the counter and watched with amusement as Toma had a hard time trying to get up from his stool. “Need help?”
“I can do it!” Toma snapped, before falling back onto the ground below. “It’s sticky down here.”
Shirota pulled the other up and dragged him out of the bar. “You okay?”
“You know, I even had Horikitty highlight the important information in that dictionary. The stuff she said would be most useful,” Toma angrily broke out of the taller man’s hold and attempted to walk down the rest of the way on his own.
Shirota sighed guiltily. He was definitely going to hear it from her when he got back. “I promise to stop telling you the wrong things. You won’t look like an ass anymore.”
Toma scoffed. “Too late. I don’t think that housekeeper of ours will be back in the room until we leave because of the stuff you told me to say to her.”
Plan B. “How about this, I’ll give you half of the money Ryo is going to give to me,” Shirota offered, wrapping one arm around Toma’s torso as the drunk man stumbled.
Toma put his arm around the taller man’s shoulder and was half dragged down the dark and colorful street. “If I can remember all this tomorrow morning I’ll probably ask for more.”
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A/N: You know... I totally wanted smut in that plane. Sorry for the others who wanted it as well. =(
Pairing: Ikuta Toma/Shirota Yuu
Theme:Random phrases 9. Misunderstood Tourist//10_encounters challenge.
Rating: pg-13
Warnings: Cursing (+1 in spanish) and um... physical contact.
Word Count: 1838
Summary: A vacation in Spain should be paradise, right?
Disclaimer: Still not owning people.
The faint hum of the engine was the only sound that could be heard on the airplane. A one way trip to Madrid, Spain from Tokyo. The passengers either curled up as comfortably as they could in the tiny seats so they could sleep and adjust to the new time schedule at the new country. Others had their headphones on and watched the generic romance comedy that was playing on the screen ahead of them, or if they were lucky enough, listening to their MP3 players that haven’t died yet. It was such a long flight.
However, towards the back of the coach section, two young men did none of the mentioned. One of them tried to adjust his legs comfortably in the small space allotted to him. He was just too tall to be sitting there. The other was rummaging through his backpack with a scowl on his face.
“You bastard.”
“Wah?” Shirota paused from attempting to open the bag of peanuts to look over at a glaring Toma.
“What the hell is your problem? I needed that book,” Toma huffed as he threw his bag back down on the ground below his feet.
“Oh that,” he began to chuckled loudly in his seat causing several people surrounding them to glance at him with annoyance. The flight would last another ten hours and if this guy kept laughing this loudly there would be a mutiny. “I told you that the Spanish dictionary is useless when I’m around.”
Toma crossed his arms and pouted. He never enjoyed being the one who was picked on. “I know exactly what you’re going to do now.”
“What am I going to do?” Shirota blinked innocently causing the other to roll his eyes.
“You’re going to make me say some stupid things in Spainish,” he began, “You’re going to make me sound like an ass.”
“Why would I do something like that?”
“To amuse yourself. Because you’re Satan. Because Jin told you to. I don’t know, but you’re evil.”
“It was my idea,” Shirota stated, not wanting anyone else to take his credit for this hilarious deed. He was indeed lying though.
“Congratulations,” Toma sulked, turning his attention to the window beside him. Even though it was pitch black outside he was going to force himself to keep his attention there.
“Hey, I’m the one taking you here. I’m allowed to torture you,” he huffed. Damn it. He wasn’t expecting for Toma to notice it was gone until they arrived at the hotel at least.
“I paid for my own ticket. You’re not allowed anything,” Toma shifted slightly so he could retrieve the thin blanket in the plastic wrap. Without a glance at his friend, he covered himself and continued to look out the window.
“Hey, I don’t want to argue the whole way there,” he poked Toma’s shoulder.
“That’s good. Because I’m going to sleep,” Toma moved around a bit to make himself comfortable as he rested his head against the window beside him.
“But I’m bored!” Shirota whined. It was something he normally did only within his group of friends. Then again, around Toma people had a tendency to either whine or tease.
“Tough,” he took out the sleeping mask that Yamapi had leant him before he left. He almost snickered when he remembered seeing the other’s face filled with jealousy when he told him of his trip to Spain. That’s what he gets for going to Hawaii all those times without him.
Shirota began to fidget in his seat until an idea dawned upon him. So wicked he knew that Jin would be proud of him. He looked at the people around him. The old lady beside him was snoring loudly and drooling slightly. The people in front of them looked deeply engrossed on whatever movie was playing; he wasn’t interested in it anyways. Toma seemed to have already fallen asleep. Conditions were perfect.
So with a giant smirk on his face, his hand began to snake underneath Toma’s blanket. His fingers began to stroke the other man’s jean covered thigh experimentally, and he noticed that he was still fast asleep. Looking around him quickly once more, Shirota slowly unzipped the other man’s pants. Toma didn’t budge. So far so good. Just as Shirota was working on the button (it’s hard with one hand!) Toma’s head snapped up.
“What the hell are you doing?” he hissed, ripping off the mask and glaring.
“Apologizing,” Shirota replied huskily. He especially loved watching Toma’s eyes darken when he was aroused.
“Forget about it. Not here,” he shook his head and bit his lip when Shirota ignored his heeds.
“Shh... you’re going to get us caught,” Shirota whispered into his ear, causing the other man to shudder.
“There’s no way I’m going to sit here for the next ten hours in this afterwards. Now stop,” Toma shakily ripped the other’s hand away from him and proceeded to zip himself up.
“Have it your way. Hey where are you going?” He looked up confused as Toma squeezed past him to the aisle.
“Bathroom. You’re such a prick, you know that?”
Shirota only laughed loudly once more, earning more glares. “Sorry,” he muttered shyly, pulling out a magazine from his bag and trying to ignore his blushing face.
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“You have to help me!” Toma cried out into his phone. He tried to muffle the sounds coming from the beach he was at. The sounds of waves, children shouting and muffled giggles. He was sitting on his orange towel and he had his feet buried in the warm sand. How long would it take to bury Shirota in it?
He was greeted by a sigh and the constant crackles of the static. “First, you and him go on a trip without me. Then you have the nerve to ask me for help?” Yamapi pointed out on the phone. “And do you know what time it is over here?”
“But he’s torturing me! I tried to ask for directions from this woman yesterday, using the phrases he told me and I was slapped! And hard too,” Toma rubbed his cheek affectionately at the memory, glaring at the tall man’s figure in the water. He was surfing while Toma was sent to get drinks. Six vendors, three glares and two forced exits later, he managed to just point at the drinks and pay for them. He didn’t care if he even got the correct change back at that point. He was going to make Shirota pay regardless.
“Boo hoo.”
“You’re such a jerk!” Toma kicked the sand earning a couple wary gazes in his direction.
“You’re the jerk! I’m here trying to sleep before I’m dragged to the store with my sister. To look for her boyfriend’s birthday gift on top of it. And you’re at a beach-yes, I can hear it- and whining to me about being in paradise just because Ryo is paying Shirota to make it hell for you.”
“I knew it! Kinda. I thought it was Jin,” he was pleased with his insight.
“Bye Toma,” Yamapi yawned into the phone.
“Wait! Can you tell me what mierda is?”
He groaned when the answer was in the form of the dial tone.
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Toma no. It’s actually Spanish for ‘Toma fails’. That’s what Shirota was calling the acts in which Toma attempts Spanish and fails miserably. It was all pretty funny in his head. He actually started a tally of how many times he gave Toma the false translation of something and watched as Toma repeated it with- well terrible consequences. He was up to 23. But now the game was becoming a bit depressing and Toma wasn’t willing to play anymore.
He was refusing to believe any of the translations Shirota was giving him and resorted to pointing at things or attempting English to be understood. Even that wasn’t working out very well. Toma was having a miserable time here and that made him feel guilty to no end. Stupid bet.
The two were now sitting at the counter of a low key bar. Toma was hiccuping loudly beside him, taking another shot of his drink.
“These are a lot stronger than the ones in Japan,” he slurred, resting his chin on the table. This was oddly the high point of the vacation so far. Mainly because Shirota was the one who offered to pay for the drinks. And Toma was going to make sure he regretted that choice.
“You think so?” Shirota raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of his beer. He knew it would be a bad idea for them to both be drunk and staggering back to their hotel room. And Toma was usually the one who got drunk faster. The lightweight, he thought to himself, smiling gently.
“I don’t know,” Toma shrugged. “I don’t think that bartender is going to give us a refill anytime soon.” He looked over to try and flag her down, but was pointedly ignored.
“Probably not. You pointed at her chest several times. People tend to not like that kind of stuff.”
Toma waved his arms madly. “I was pointing at the bottle behind her!”
“I told you the name of the drink,” Shirota reminded him.
“I didn’t believe you,” the other grumbled, taking the last gulp. “Done.”
“Let’s go then,” Shirota left the money on the counter and watched with amusement as Toma had a hard time trying to get up from his stool. “Need help?”
“I can do it!” Toma snapped, before falling back onto the ground below. “It’s sticky down here.”
Shirota pulled the other up and dragged him out of the bar. “You okay?”
“You know, I even had Horikitty highlight the important information in that dictionary. The stuff she said would be most useful,” Toma angrily broke out of the taller man’s hold and attempted to walk down the rest of the way on his own.
Shirota sighed guiltily. He was definitely going to hear it from her when he got back. “I promise to stop telling you the wrong things. You won’t look like an ass anymore.”
Toma scoffed. “Too late. I don’t think that housekeeper of ours will be back in the room until we leave because of the stuff you told me to say to her.”
Plan B. “How about this, I’ll give you half of the money Ryo is going to give to me,” Shirota offered, wrapping one arm around Toma’s torso as the drunk man stumbled.
Toma put his arm around the taller man’s shoulder and was half dragged down the dark and colorful street. “If I can remember all this tomorrow morning I’ll probably ask for more.”
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A/N: You know... I totally wanted smut in that plane. Sorry for the others who wanted it as well. =(