How do I love thee? Let me count the yen.
Title: How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Yen.
Pairing: tackey x tsubasa
Rating: NC-17
Summary: pwp Takki is a Tsubasa fanboy.
Takizawa Hideaki was Imai Tsubasa's self-declared number one fan - not just in words, but in actions as well.
It wasn't easy being a Tsubasa fanboy.
Sure, as Tsubasa's partner, he had certain perks such as the privilege of sending Tsubasa a text whenever he wanted even though he had nothing else to say but a string of heart marks or his prized collection of photos of Tsubasa's angelic sleeping face (squirreled away discreetly on his laptop in the folder "tax documents"), but in most respects, he was no better off than the average fan. No matter how much he fished or wheedled, Tsubasa would like as not saucily refuse to reveal any details about his solo activities, leaving Hideaki with no choice but to befriend and bribe his manager as well as figure things out for himself.
And so, every night, Hideaki would religiously check online for any updates to Tsubasa's activities and every week, he would tune in to his radio show and every month, he would meticulously clip out his magazine articles and sort them into their respective plastic-sleeved binders.
Some might call it stalking; Hideaki called it love.
**
Hideaki believed in undressing for success and he was no fool; he knew his own best assets. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and walked it over to the hamper. For pants, the pink silk pajama bottoms he had on (sans underwear) were fine.
He ran his fingers over his chest and stomach, willing his nerves to calm down. He wasn't getting any younger as the years went by, but Tsubasa had always appreciated the view, so to speak; he hoped it would be enough. Tsubasa. Tsubasa was coming to visit! And since it was 1:18am in the morning, it certainly wasn't going to be a social call for tea and biscuits. He shivered, a bit from the chill, but mostly from anticipation. And... speaking of the devil, there was a muffled jangling of keys at the front door. He rushed out of the bathroom and jumped into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin and squeezing his eyes shut.
To steady his breathing, he counted the seconds in his head as they passed until the click of the bedroom door opening and closing again and the creak of a floorboard announced the presence of another person in the room.
"Hey, handsome."
Tsubasa's voice, low and husky by his ear, was enough to make Hideaki's cock twitch and he was very glad he had the forethought to pull the covers up. He shifted so that he was half-lying on his right side and cranked his eyes open, one at a time. Tsubasa was kneeling by the side of the bed, a goofy grin plastered on his face. Hideaki felt the corners of his mouth curving upwards to match. "Tsuba-chan~" he said happily, dropping all pretense of being cool and composed. "Did you just get here? I was waiting up and must've dozed off."
Tsubasa smirked and leaned closer until their noses were touching. "Hmm... is that so? I suppose that is exactly why you were running around in a frenzy just now?"
"You must be hearing things?" Hideaki suggested quickly. He tilted his head and stole a kiss on Tsubasa's cheek.
Tsubasa pulled away, stood up, and motioned for him to move over. Hideaki scrambled to obey and Tsubasa sat down, curling a leg underneath himself and throwing an arm over Hideaki's hip so that he was effectively pinned in place. "Should I let you go back to sleep then?" His eyes gleamed with mischief.
"Oh no, after all the trouble you took to come over, that would be rude," Hideaki babbled, shaking his head back and forth vigorously. Tsubasa was just that sadistic that he might really decide to leave. "Maybe we could...you know..." He faltered and licked his lips nervously.
"We could?" Tsubasa prompted gently.
The alarm bells rang stridently in Hideaki's head. It was hard enough to think clearly, let alone talk properly with Tsubasa studying him as intently as a cat playing with a mouse. "Cuddle?" he managed to choke out, the last syllable coming out in a wheeze. There was more he wouldn't mind doing together, but cuddling was as good a place to start as any and it was a safe, innocuous option.
"We could," Tsubasa acknowledged with a tilt of his head and a sly grin. "But you know, it's pretty late and I might get sleepy."
Hideaki smiled earnestly up at Tsubasa. "You could sleep over," he said as casually as he could manage. "I only have one bed, but we could share."
Tsubasa giggled and patted Hideaki patronizingly on the head. "You need more pick up lines. That may have worked when I was eighteen, but did you really think it'll still work now?"
Hideaki basked in the warmth of Tsubasa's attention, nuzzling into the touch, and pretended to mull this over. "Yes," he said seriously.
Tsubasa groaned and pulled his hand away. "You're lame."
"So that means yes," Hideaki crowed happily with satisfaction. One whole night of snuggling with Tsubasa was an undeniably delicious pleasure.
Tsubasa rolled his eyes and stood up. Hideaki tilted his head back and stared, eyes tracking every movement of the long slender fingers working quickly on the shirt buttons. This was his favorite, well, one of his favorite parts. His mouth began to fill rapidly with drool as inch after inch of skin peeked through. Tsubasa's hands suddenly stopped moving and Hideaki froze. He dragged his eyes upwards guiltily and Tsubasa was smirking back at him. "Pervert," Tsubasa said, drawing the open ends of the shirt around himself in mock modesty.
Hideaki blushed and pushed the covers over his head. Ten years, and just the sight of Tsubasa getting undressed for bed was still enough to make him hard and tense with anticipation like it was their first time all over again. The rustling sounds of clothing being removed resumed and then there was a rush of cold air with the covers being lifted that was quickly replaced by the warmth of another body in the bed. Tsubasa snuggled up close and Hideaki hastened to rearrange himself to conform to Tsubasa's silent commands; Tsubasa's left arm ended up tucked underneath his head and his right landed on his hip - a bit uncomfortable, but he wouldn't trade this position for all the gold in the world.
"Mmm... no shirt." Tsubasa hummed in appreciation. His right hand dropped down and migrated leisurely along the planes of Hideaki's chest and stomach. "Very nice."
Hideaki murmured sounds of contentment and congratulated himself on making such a clever decision earlier. Those very fingers that he adored were now alternately tracing light patterns on his stomach or pausing to draw circles around his belly button. Every touch fanned his lust higher and higher and from what he could tell, Tsubasa was fully naked; he squirmed slightly under the torture. Suddenly, without warning, Tsubasa's hand darted lower and in one swift movement, palmed the entire length of his erection. Hideaki yelped in surprise and jerked his hips forward.
Tsubasa giggled softly and kept his hand motionless in a light grip around the base of Hideaki's cock. "I thought you said cuddling, but what's this?"
"You being a cocktease, that's what," Hideaki growled, letting his breath out in small gasps. Tsubasa had started moving his hand again in minute motions, each slight up and down movement dragging the smooth material of the pants along with it.
Tsubasa pulled his left hand out, letting Hideaki's head fall back onto the pillow, and propped himself up. He leaned forward and planted a trail of kisses along the curve of Hideaki's jawline. "I'm being so nice and you're calling me names?" he whispered. His right hand glided up and his thumb found the head of Hideaki's cock.
Hideaki panted as another wave of lust rolled through his stomach. He gently pried Tsubasa's hand off and twisted around in bed to face him. "Cocktease," he repeated.
Tsubasa smirked and moved in for a kiss.
Hideaki's fleeting sense of control flew out the window again. Without breaking their kiss, Tsubasa pushed him flat on his back and climbed on top. Hideaki wrapped his arms around Tsubasa's back and gathering his courage in spurts, ventured downward to cup Tsubasa's butt for a few seconds at a time before Tsubasa would shake him loose. As the kiss deepened, Tsubasa started to grind his hips downward in slow, rhythmic spirals and Hideaki bucked his hips upward eagerly to meet him. The sensation of their cocks rubbing against each other through the slick cloth grew too much and Hideaki moaned.
Tsubasa broke the kiss off. "You're right," he declared. "We should talk."
"What?" Hideaki croaked weakly.
Tsubasa pushed the covers off and he scrambled to sit up, straddling Hideaki's thighs. Hideaki's eyes immediately flew downwards and he stared greedily as a drop of precum oozed slowly from the tip of Tsubasa's cock. His hand darted out automatically to touch it only to be slapped away.
"Sadist," Hideaki muttered. He rubbed his stinging hand against the side of Tsubasa's thigh and frowned.
In response, Tsubasa clamped a hand over Hideaki's mouth. "My single was just released today."
Hideaki stuck his chin up in the air indignantly. Of course he knew! He had been diligently stalking for hints of the songs and glimpses of the music video ever since the single had been announced and he had pre-ordered it immediately like any loyal fan.
"Did you see the music video yet?"
Really now! What kind of uncaring partner did Tsubasa take him for? He pouted against Tsubasa's hand before reaching up and brushing it away. "I saw it two weeks ago on tv," he reported happily.
Tsubasa's eyes narrowed. "Oh did you?" he said softly. He scooted higher up Hideaki's body until he was seated comfortably below his crotch. "And what did you think? Tell the truth." Without pausing to wait for an answer, he took his own arousal into his hand and started working it back and forth.
Hideaki swallowed hard and stared, hypnotized by the sight of Tsubasa pleasuring himself.
"Well?" Tsubasa said, clearing his throat.
Tsubasa had stopped masturbating, breaking Hideaki out of his trance. He blinked and looked away reluctantly. "Sex," he mumbled. "You were so sexy."
"What?" Tsubasa's eyes widened. "Let me guess. Were you thinking about a blowjob maybe?" he asked coyly. He grabbed Hideaki's right hand and pulled it up to his mouth, sucking lightly on the index finger. Hideaki gasped and nodded eagerly; the action was hard-wired directly to his cock. yesyesyesyesyes Tsubasa loosened his grip on the hand and it fell limply to the side.
"Or skipping that and going straight to sex?" Tsubasa cooed.
Hideaki face burned with shame and he cast his eyes down. It was embarrassing how well he had every scene in the music video memorized and how many times he had already masturbated to it.
Tsubasa lowered himself on top of Hideaki's body carefully and pressed a kiss on his cheek.
Hideaki craned his neck eagerly for a real kiss but was ignored. "Tsubasa," he whimpered. "Please." His trapped cock twitched impatiently for more attention; it was starting to hurt, dammit.
Instead of smiling at him, asking him for lube or any other myriad of nice things he could have done, Tsubasa tsked. "You weren't supposed to think about sex. You were supposed to think about buying the cd."
Hideaki's jaw dropped in wordless protest. He had purchased Tsubasa's single - a set of all four jackets to listen to as well as backup copies and then backup copies for his backup copies and then backups for his backup's backups, just in case something happened to the first three sets. And not to mention, another set for the sake of keeping in pristine, unopened condition for his collection. Everything was stacked in neat piles in his living room. Tsubasa was still shaking his head sadly and panic set in. "Tsubasa~" he wailed. "I did buy it!"
"Too late for lies now, Mr. I Saw It On TV and Didn't Actually Bother Buying It." Tsubasa glared. "No sex tonight," he said with a note of grim finality and rolled off Hideaki. He leaned down and shook out the covers, pulling them up over both of them again. "All the sex is affecting your brain and you're already ridiculously over-sexed as it is," he said primly.
Hideaki flailed.
Tsubasa turned his back on him.
Notes:
Takki has referred to himself as Tsubasa's number one fan.
Takki joked about buying multiple copies of Tsubasa's single on amazon during the ad lib parts for Takizawa Kakumei.
Pairing: tackey x tsubasa
Rating: NC-17
Summary: pwp Takki is a Tsubasa fanboy.
Takizawa Hideaki was Imai Tsubasa's self-declared number one fan - not just in words, but in actions as well.
It wasn't easy being a Tsubasa fanboy.
Sure, as Tsubasa's partner, he had certain perks such as the privilege of sending Tsubasa a text whenever he wanted even though he had nothing else to say but a string of heart marks or his prized collection of photos of Tsubasa's angelic sleeping face (squirreled away discreetly on his laptop in the folder "tax documents"), but in most respects, he was no better off than the average fan. No matter how much he fished or wheedled, Tsubasa would like as not saucily refuse to reveal any details about his solo activities, leaving Hideaki with no choice but to befriend and bribe his manager as well as figure things out for himself.
And so, every night, Hideaki would religiously check online for any updates to Tsubasa's activities and every week, he would tune in to his radio show and every month, he would meticulously clip out his magazine articles and sort them into their respective plastic-sleeved binders.
Some might call it stalking; Hideaki called it love.
**
Hideaki believed in undressing for success and he was no fool; he knew his own best assets. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and walked it over to the hamper. For pants, the pink silk pajama bottoms he had on (sans underwear) were fine.
He ran his fingers over his chest and stomach, willing his nerves to calm down. He wasn't getting any younger as the years went by, but Tsubasa had always appreciated the view, so to speak; he hoped it would be enough. Tsubasa. Tsubasa was coming to visit! And since it was 1:18am in the morning, it certainly wasn't going to be a social call for tea and biscuits. He shivered, a bit from the chill, but mostly from anticipation. And... speaking of the devil, there was a muffled jangling of keys at the front door. He rushed out of the bathroom and jumped into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin and squeezing his eyes shut.
To steady his breathing, he counted the seconds in his head as they passed until the click of the bedroom door opening and closing again and the creak of a floorboard announced the presence of another person in the room.
"Hey, handsome."
Tsubasa's voice, low and husky by his ear, was enough to make Hideaki's cock twitch and he was very glad he had the forethought to pull the covers up. He shifted so that he was half-lying on his right side and cranked his eyes open, one at a time. Tsubasa was kneeling by the side of the bed, a goofy grin plastered on his face. Hideaki felt the corners of his mouth curving upwards to match. "Tsuba-chan~" he said happily, dropping all pretense of being cool and composed. "Did you just get here? I was waiting up and must've dozed off."
Tsubasa smirked and leaned closer until their noses were touching. "Hmm... is that so? I suppose that is exactly why you were running around in a frenzy just now?"
"You must be hearing things?" Hideaki suggested quickly. He tilted his head and stole a kiss on Tsubasa's cheek.
Tsubasa pulled away, stood up, and motioned for him to move over. Hideaki scrambled to obey and Tsubasa sat down, curling a leg underneath himself and throwing an arm over Hideaki's hip so that he was effectively pinned in place. "Should I let you go back to sleep then?" His eyes gleamed with mischief.
"Oh no, after all the trouble you took to come over, that would be rude," Hideaki babbled, shaking his head back and forth vigorously. Tsubasa was just that sadistic that he might really decide to leave. "Maybe we could...you know..." He faltered and licked his lips nervously.
"We could?" Tsubasa prompted gently.
The alarm bells rang stridently in Hideaki's head. It was hard enough to think clearly, let alone talk properly with Tsubasa studying him as intently as a cat playing with a mouse. "Cuddle?" he managed to choke out, the last syllable coming out in a wheeze. There was more he wouldn't mind doing together, but cuddling was as good a place to start as any and it was a safe, innocuous option.
"We could," Tsubasa acknowledged with a tilt of his head and a sly grin. "But you know, it's pretty late and I might get sleepy."
Hideaki smiled earnestly up at Tsubasa. "You could sleep over," he said as casually as he could manage. "I only have one bed, but we could share."
Tsubasa giggled and patted Hideaki patronizingly on the head. "You need more pick up lines. That may have worked when I was eighteen, but did you really think it'll still work now?"
Hideaki basked in the warmth of Tsubasa's attention, nuzzling into the touch, and pretended to mull this over. "Yes," he said seriously.
Tsubasa groaned and pulled his hand away. "You're lame."
"So that means yes," Hideaki crowed happily with satisfaction. One whole night of snuggling with Tsubasa was an undeniably delicious pleasure.
Tsubasa rolled his eyes and stood up. Hideaki tilted his head back and stared, eyes tracking every movement of the long slender fingers working quickly on the shirt buttons. This was his favorite, well, one of his favorite parts. His mouth began to fill rapidly with drool as inch after inch of skin peeked through. Tsubasa's hands suddenly stopped moving and Hideaki froze. He dragged his eyes upwards guiltily and Tsubasa was smirking back at him. "Pervert," Tsubasa said, drawing the open ends of the shirt around himself in mock modesty.
Hideaki blushed and pushed the covers over his head. Ten years, and just the sight of Tsubasa getting undressed for bed was still enough to make him hard and tense with anticipation like it was their first time all over again. The rustling sounds of clothing being removed resumed and then there was a rush of cold air with the covers being lifted that was quickly replaced by the warmth of another body in the bed. Tsubasa snuggled up close and Hideaki hastened to rearrange himself to conform to Tsubasa's silent commands; Tsubasa's left arm ended up tucked underneath his head and his right landed on his hip - a bit uncomfortable, but he wouldn't trade this position for all the gold in the world.
"Mmm... no shirt." Tsubasa hummed in appreciation. His right hand dropped down and migrated leisurely along the planes of Hideaki's chest and stomach. "Very nice."
Hideaki murmured sounds of contentment and congratulated himself on making such a clever decision earlier. Those very fingers that he adored were now alternately tracing light patterns on his stomach or pausing to draw circles around his belly button. Every touch fanned his lust higher and higher and from what he could tell, Tsubasa was fully naked; he squirmed slightly under the torture. Suddenly, without warning, Tsubasa's hand darted lower and in one swift movement, palmed the entire length of his erection. Hideaki yelped in surprise and jerked his hips forward.
Tsubasa giggled softly and kept his hand motionless in a light grip around the base of Hideaki's cock. "I thought you said cuddling, but what's this?"
"You being a cocktease, that's what," Hideaki growled, letting his breath out in small gasps. Tsubasa had started moving his hand again in minute motions, each slight up and down movement dragging the smooth material of the pants along with it.
Tsubasa pulled his left hand out, letting Hideaki's head fall back onto the pillow, and propped himself up. He leaned forward and planted a trail of kisses along the curve of Hideaki's jawline. "I'm being so nice and you're calling me names?" he whispered. His right hand glided up and his thumb found the head of Hideaki's cock.
Hideaki panted as another wave of lust rolled through his stomach. He gently pried Tsubasa's hand off and twisted around in bed to face him. "Cocktease," he repeated.
Tsubasa smirked and moved in for a kiss.
Hideaki's fleeting sense of control flew out the window again. Without breaking their kiss, Tsubasa pushed him flat on his back and climbed on top. Hideaki wrapped his arms around Tsubasa's back and gathering his courage in spurts, ventured downward to cup Tsubasa's butt for a few seconds at a time before Tsubasa would shake him loose. As the kiss deepened, Tsubasa started to grind his hips downward in slow, rhythmic spirals and Hideaki bucked his hips upward eagerly to meet him. The sensation of their cocks rubbing against each other through the slick cloth grew too much and Hideaki moaned.
Tsubasa broke the kiss off. "You're right," he declared. "We should talk."
"What?" Hideaki croaked weakly.
Tsubasa pushed the covers off and he scrambled to sit up, straddling Hideaki's thighs. Hideaki's eyes immediately flew downwards and he stared greedily as a drop of precum oozed slowly from the tip of Tsubasa's cock. His hand darted out automatically to touch it only to be slapped away.
"Sadist," Hideaki muttered. He rubbed his stinging hand against the side of Tsubasa's thigh and frowned.
In response, Tsubasa clamped a hand over Hideaki's mouth. "My single was just released today."
Hideaki stuck his chin up in the air indignantly. Of course he knew! He had been diligently stalking for hints of the songs and glimpses of the music video ever since the single had been announced and he had pre-ordered it immediately like any loyal fan.
"Did you see the music video yet?"
Really now! What kind of uncaring partner did Tsubasa take him for? He pouted against Tsubasa's hand before reaching up and brushing it away. "I saw it two weeks ago on tv," he reported happily.
Tsubasa's eyes narrowed. "Oh did you?" he said softly. He scooted higher up Hideaki's body until he was seated comfortably below his crotch. "And what did you think? Tell the truth." Without pausing to wait for an answer, he took his own arousal into his hand and started working it back and forth.
Hideaki swallowed hard and stared, hypnotized by the sight of Tsubasa pleasuring himself.
"Well?" Tsubasa said, clearing his throat.
Tsubasa had stopped masturbating, breaking Hideaki out of his trance. He blinked and looked away reluctantly. "Sex," he mumbled. "You were so sexy."
"What?" Tsubasa's eyes widened. "Let me guess. Were you thinking about a blowjob maybe?" he asked coyly. He grabbed Hideaki's right hand and pulled it up to his mouth, sucking lightly on the index finger. Hideaki gasped and nodded eagerly; the action was hard-wired directly to his cock. yesyesyesyesyes Tsubasa loosened his grip on the hand and it fell limply to the side.
"Or skipping that and going straight to sex?" Tsubasa cooed.
Hideaki face burned with shame and he cast his eyes down. It was embarrassing how well he had every scene in the music video memorized and how many times he had already masturbated to it.
Tsubasa lowered himself on top of Hideaki's body carefully and pressed a kiss on his cheek.
Hideaki craned his neck eagerly for a real kiss but was ignored. "Tsubasa," he whimpered. "Please." His trapped cock twitched impatiently for more attention; it was starting to hurt, dammit.
Instead of smiling at him, asking him for lube or any other myriad of nice things he could have done, Tsubasa tsked. "You weren't supposed to think about sex. You were supposed to think about buying the cd."
Hideaki's jaw dropped in wordless protest. He had purchased Tsubasa's single - a set of all four jackets to listen to as well as backup copies and then backup copies for his backup copies and then backups for his backup's backups, just in case something happened to the first three sets. And not to mention, another set for the sake of keeping in pristine, unopened condition for his collection. Everything was stacked in neat piles in his living room. Tsubasa was still shaking his head sadly and panic set in. "Tsubasa~" he wailed. "I did buy it!"
"Too late for lies now, Mr. I Saw It On TV and Didn't Actually Bother Buying It." Tsubasa glared. "No sex tonight," he said with a note of grim finality and rolled off Hideaki. He leaned down and shook out the covers, pulling them up over both of them again. "All the sex is affecting your brain and you're already ridiculously over-sexed as it is," he said primly.
Hideaki flailed.
Tsubasa turned his back on him.
Notes:
Takki has referred to himself as Tsubasa's number one fan.
Takki joked about buying multiple copies of Tsubasa's single on amazon during the ad lib parts for Takizawa Kakumei.