[Dec Advent] Day 15 - Takumi Gets Rejected #15
Title: Takumi Gets Rejected #15
Genre: Humor
Pairing: Takumi/Gackt (one-sided)
Characters: Takumi, Gackt
Rating: PG
Summary: In which Takumi gives up
Notes: Inspired by G’s Weibo post yesterday in which he mocked Takumi's drink choice
“What.” Equal parts of shock, disgust and disbelief made up Gackt’s voice when Takumi sat down at their café table. “Is that?!”
“Uhhh…” Okay, he should have known better. Really. How did he ever hope to get away with something like that in front of Gackt? Although, admittedly, Takumi had not expected his drink order to come out looking so… over the top. “Coffee?”
“That’s not coffee.” The height to which Gackt arched his eyebrows was mostly hidden by his colored bangs. “That’s a blocked artery. Or a heart attack.”
Takumi glanced down at his drink, sitting on the table in front of him, the mound of thick whipped cream on top of it slowly melting into the hot coffee underneath. He could feel the power of the expectation in Gackt’s eyes on him, but… he’d been really looking forward to giving himself this one little reward.
The last few weeks had been exhausting, with the constant jumping from country to country. On top of that, he had exhausted every angle in his search for some sort of pattern in the how or why Gackt seemed to kiss everyone he met. Even Kirisho had gotten a kiss, and Takumi couldn’t think of anyone more utterly and obviously head-over-heels in love with Gackt. But whenever that joke of a vocalist got brought up, Gackt always just smiled and called him “cute.” Takumi wanted to be the one that happened to. How had Kirisho charmed Gackt with his fanboyism without even trying, when Takumi couldn’t move past being hit with a wound-up towel during work outs? It wasn’t fair.
“Sure, whatever,” Takumi mumbled back, and then reached over to defiantly pick up the cup of coffee with its mound of whipped cream. He was never going to get that kiss, but he would be damned if he was going to let Gackt bully him out yet something else. This one time, he was going to do what he wanted. Gackt wasn’t going to kiss him, so he wasn’t going to cave to his judgments.
Although, Takumi would be lying if he said he wasn’t painfully aware of Gackt’s sharp gaze on him as he lifted the cup to his lips and drank the hot coffee through the whipped cream, the rich and creamy flavor flooding his taste buds. And you know what, fuck whatever Gackt thought, it was good! Takumi couldn’t remember the last time he let himself enjoy something like that freely without the fear of being judged by Gackt.
He made a show of swallowing a large mouthful and then set the cup back down with a forceful ‘clink,’ bringing his eyes up to throw a challenging look at Gackt.
Gackt’s expression had, shockingly, changed to one of pure amusement, curling up the corners of his lip-glossed mouth. “Takumi…”
“What?!” Takumi was ready for a fight and damn it, he was not going to back down this time. He was sick of being walked all over.
“You’ve got some…” Gackt trailed off and then leaned over the table, reaching up to slide his hand underneath Takumi’s chin. Takumi froze as Gackt’s thumb traced over his lips, the soft pressure of the contact sending warm vibrations all through Takumi’s body.
Once the singer finished wiping away the whipped cream which had stuck to Takumi’s lips, he leaned back and then licked the small bit of cream off his thumb. “Mmm, sweet,” he smirked and Takumi swore that his heart and brain submitted their notifications that they were to quit working. “…Too bad I don’t like sweet.”
Takumi immediately hastened to scoop and throw out every single trace of the whipped cream from his cup.
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AN: Whelp, Takumi’s rebellion lasted all of five seconds… Is he getting any closer? Was he finally onto something here? Also honestly, why the hell did he think he could get away with ordering that type of drink around G, like, come on dude, you’re smarter than that, right? I don’t know! Takumi’s saga continues… sometime.
...But Gackt did call Takumi cute in his post, so maybe he's getting close after all?
Genre: Humor
Pairing: Takumi/Gackt (one-sided)
Characters: Takumi, Gackt
Rating: PG
Summary: In which Takumi gives up
Notes: Inspired by G’s Weibo post yesterday in which he mocked Takumi's drink choice
“What.” Equal parts of shock, disgust and disbelief made up Gackt’s voice when Takumi sat down at their café table. “Is that?!”
“Uhhh…” Okay, he should have known better. Really. How did he ever hope to get away with something like that in front of Gackt? Although, admittedly, Takumi had not expected his drink order to come out looking so… over the top. “Coffee?”
“That’s not coffee.” The height to which Gackt arched his eyebrows was mostly hidden by his colored bangs. “That’s a blocked artery. Or a heart attack.”
Takumi glanced down at his drink, sitting on the table in front of him, the mound of thick whipped cream on top of it slowly melting into the hot coffee underneath. He could feel the power of the expectation in Gackt’s eyes on him, but… he’d been really looking forward to giving himself this one little reward.
The last few weeks had been exhausting, with the constant jumping from country to country. On top of that, he had exhausted every angle in his search for some sort of pattern in the how or why Gackt seemed to kiss everyone he met. Even Kirisho had gotten a kiss, and Takumi couldn’t think of anyone more utterly and obviously head-over-heels in love with Gackt. But whenever that joke of a vocalist got brought up, Gackt always just smiled and called him “cute.” Takumi wanted to be the one that happened to. How had Kirisho charmed Gackt with his fanboyism without even trying, when Takumi couldn’t move past being hit with a wound-up towel during work outs? It wasn’t fair.
“Sure, whatever,” Takumi mumbled back, and then reached over to defiantly pick up the cup of coffee with its mound of whipped cream. He was never going to get that kiss, but he would be damned if he was going to let Gackt bully him out yet something else. This one time, he was going to do what he wanted. Gackt wasn’t going to kiss him, so he wasn’t going to cave to his judgments.
Although, Takumi would be lying if he said he wasn’t painfully aware of Gackt’s sharp gaze on him as he lifted the cup to his lips and drank the hot coffee through the whipped cream, the rich and creamy flavor flooding his taste buds. And you know what, fuck whatever Gackt thought, it was good! Takumi couldn’t remember the last time he let himself enjoy something like that freely without the fear of being judged by Gackt.
He made a show of swallowing a large mouthful and then set the cup back down with a forceful ‘clink,’ bringing his eyes up to throw a challenging look at Gackt.
Gackt’s expression had, shockingly, changed to one of pure amusement, curling up the corners of his lip-glossed mouth. “Takumi…”
“What?!” Takumi was ready for a fight and damn it, he was not going to back down this time. He was sick of being walked all over.
“You’ve got some…” Gackt trailed off and then leaned over the table, reaching up to slide his hand underneath Takumi’s chin. Takumi froze as Gackt’s thumb traced over his lips, the soft pressure of the contact sending warm vibrations all through Takumi’s body.
Once the singer finished wiping away the whipped cream which had stuck to Takumi’s lips, he leaned back and then licked the small bit of cream off his thumb. “Mmm, sweet,” he smirked and Takumi swore that his heart and brain submitted their notifications that they were to quit working. “…Too bad I don’t like sweet.”
Takumi immediately hastened to scoop and throw out every single trace of the whipped cream from his cup.
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AN: Whelp, Takumi’s rebellion lasted all of five seconds… Is he getting any closer? Was he finally onto something here? Also honestly, why the hell did he think he could get away with ordering that type of drink around G, like, come on dude, you’re smarter than that, right? I don’t know! Takumi’s saga continues… sometime.
...But Gackt did call Takumi cute in his post, so maybe he's getting close after all?