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Hideaki Got Lucky
"Staff-san told me to come tell you that we have three minutes until we're on air," Hideaki chirped, poking his head through the door.
Tsubasa dropped his head to hide a grin. Hideaki was bouncing up and down with barely pent up excitement - a dead giveaway that this staff-san was a figment of his imagination and a convenient excuse. Composing his face, Tsubasa raised his head up again and beckoned for Hideaki to come in. "Well, close the door so I can change clothes."
Hideaki closed and locked the door behind him and crossed the room to perch on the couch, clasping his hands politely in his lap. "You should start getting dressed before we're late." Not so polite was the leer on his face. "I can help," he added with a broad grin.
"You can continue to sit there and keep your hands to yourself," Tsubasa suggested with a snort. Hideaki looked momentarily crestfallen, but perked up immediately when Tsubasa started undoing the buttons in his shirt. Tsubasa checked his watch. He knew and Hideaki knew that no matter how complicated the costume, they had un-dressing and re-dressing clothes down to an art after years of practice for concerts and only really needed one minute max.
And so, for Hideaki's benefit, he took a little more extra time than necessary in shedding his shirt. Casting it aside, he did a quick check on Hideaki again. (Still mesmerized.) He sauntered over to his partner and stood squarely in front of him. Hideaki beamed up at him. (So sweet.) He reached out and twisted a slightly damp curl of hair around his index finger. "Looking to start the new year off with some fireworks?" he asked with a smirk. Hideaki shot him a inquisitive look and Tsubasa smiled back. He counted slowly down from three in his head and as if on cue, Hideaki's face turned bright red. Unable to help himself, Tsubasa decided to throw in a little more torture. "Did you take a shower for me?" he teased.
"What? No!" Hideaki blinked furiously and adjusted his collar. "Umm... yes?"
"Good." Tsubasa leaned down and nuzzled his face into Hideaki's neck. "Because I shaved just for you."
Hideaki Got His Just Desserts
"Tsubasa!" Hideaki squawked. He closed the door behind himself hastily. "How did you get in here?"
Tsubasa looked up from his magazine, bemused. "I walked in."
Hideaki plopped himself down next to Tsubasa's feet. "But why are you in my dressing room?" he amended.
"I need a reason to go visit my favorite person in the world?" Tsubasa set the magazine aside and turned to face Hideaki.
"No," Hideaki answered with a blissful grin.
Tsubasa pinched him in the cheek, coming away with barely nothing between his fingers, and shook his head sadly. "So the reports were true," he muttered.
Hideaki continued to busy himself with trying to find a comfortable spot on Tsubasa's knee for resting his head. Tsubasa stood up, shaking him off in the process. He walked over to the dressing table and pulled out a metal thermos before returning to his seat. "Drink this," he ordered, handing it over.
Hideaki twisted the cap off excitedly and poured the contents into the cover, his enthusiasm quickly dying as more and more of the mysteriously viscous liquid oozed forth. He sniffed it cautiously. Blech! It smelled like moldy gym socks.
"Drink up," Tsubasa said, smiling serenely.
Hideaki shook his head. "It's green and gooey," he whined.
"And healthy," Tsubasa countered without missing a beat. "Don't worry. If it doesn't kill you, it'll make you stronger."
"Doesn't kill me?" Hideaki gaped back, horrified. "Were you watching Prince of Tennis again?"
Tsubasa waved his hand dismissively. "Just a funny American saying. Now I don't want to see one drop left over." He settled back in the seat and stared expectantly at Hideaki.
Hideaki poked the cup tentatively, his stomach feeling squeamish as he watched a huge bubble form and slowly pop. He turned pleading eyes on Tsubasa.
"Go on. I'll give you a nice treat if you finish it," Tsubasa said sweetly.
This was a trap if ever he smelled one. Hideaki narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "You're tricking me," he declared. "It's going to be something weird again."
Tsubasa picked up Hideaki's hand and moved it until it was directly on top of the crotch of his pants. "Oh, I think you'll like it," he said with a wink.
Hideaki mulled his options over and since Tsubasa wasn't objecting, he took the opportunity to grope him through his pants, gratified to feel Tsubasa's cock give an answering twitch to the touch. He glanced up; Tsubasa had his head thrown back, mouth slightly parted. His hand crept upward and played with the button. Maybe...
"Don't you even dare," Tsubasa said pleasantly, eyes still closed. "Drink your tea."
Hideaki pouted. Damn tyrant. Keeping his right hand defiantly over Tsubasa's crotch, he picked up the cup with his left hand and gulped the contents down. He grimaced; that was quite positively the most disgusting thing he had ever tasted.
Tsubasa peered down at Hideaki. "Let's see it."
Hideaki showed off the empty cup. "Treat?" he prompted.
In response, Tsubasa stood up, pulling Hideaki up by the hand as well. He walked him over to the dressing table again and handed over a shopping bag.
With a frown, Hideaki opened the bag and stared at the contents, nonplussed. A deluxe pack of assorted senbei crackers?! "Tsubasa~" he wailed. "You're evil."
Tsubasa grinned and placed a finger on top of Hideaki's lips. "How about some chocolate instead?" He leaned in close to Hideaki's ear. "Maybe I'll let you eat it off me," he whispered.
Happy 28th Birthday, Takki! ♥♥♥~
Countdown 09-10 fic & Takizawa Kakumei / Jinsei Kakumei fic respectively :D
"Staff-san told me to come tell you that we have three minutes until we're on air," Hideaki chirped, poking his head through the door.
Tsubasa dropped his head to hide a grin. Hideaki was bouncing up and down with barely pent up excitement - a dead giveaway that this staff-san was a figment of his imagination and a convenient excuse. Composing his face, Tsubasa raised his head up again and beckoned for Hideaki to come in. "Well, close the door so I can change clothes."
Hideaki closed and locked the door behind him and crossed the room to perch on the couch, clasping his hands politely in his lap. "You should start getting dressed before we're late." Not so polite was the leer on his face. "I can help," he added with a broad grin.
"You can continue to sit there and keep your hands to yourself," Tsubasa suggested with a snort. Hideaki looked momentarily crestfallen, but perked up immediately when Tsubasa started undoing the buttons in his shirt. Tsubasa checked his watch. He knew and Hideaki knew that no matter how complicated the costume, they had un-dressing and re-dressing clothes down to an art after years of practice for concerts and only really needed one minute max.
And so, for Hideaki's benefit, he took a little more extra time than necessary in shedding his shirt. Casting it aside, he did a quick check on Hideaki again. (Still mesmerized.) He sauntered over to his partner and stood squarely in front of him. Hideaki beamed up at him. (So sweet.) He reached out and twisted a slightly damp curl of hair around his index finger. "Looking to start the new year off with some fireworks?" he asked with a smirk. Hideaki shot him a inquisitive look and Tsubasa smiled back. He counted slowly down from three in his head and as if on cue, Hideaki's face turned bright red. Unable to help himself, Tsubasa decided to throw in a little more torture. "Did you take a shower for me?" he teased.
"What? No!" Hideaki blinked furiously and adjusted his collar. "Umm... yes?"
"Good." Tsubasa leaned down and nuzzled his face into Hideaki's neck. "Because I shaved just for you."
Hideaki Got His Just Desserts
"Tsubasa!" Hideaki squawked. He closed the door behind himself hastily. "How did you get in here?"
Tsubasa looked up from his magazine, bemused. "I walked in."
Hideaki plopped himself down next to Tsubasa's feet. "But why are you in my dressing room?" he amended.
"I need a reason to go visit my favorite person in the world?" Tsubasa set the magazine aside and turned to face Hideaki.
"No," Hideaki answered with a blissful grin.
Tsubasa pinched him in the cheek, coming away with barely nothing between his fingers, and shook his head sadly. "So the reports were true," he muttered.
Hideaki continued to busy himself with trying to find a comfortable spot on Tsubasa's knee for resting his head. Tsubasa stood up, shaking him off in the process. He walked over to the dressing table and pulled out a metal thermos before returning to his seat. "Drink this," he ordered, handing it over.
Hideaki twisted the cap off excitedly and poured the contents into the cover, his enthusiasm quickly dying as more and more of the mysteriously viscous liquid oozed forth. He sniffed it cautiously. Blech! It smelled like moldy gym socks.
"Drink up," Tsubasa said, smiling serenely.
Hideaki shook his head. "It's green and gooey," he whined.
"And healthy," Tsubasa countered without missing a beat. "Don't worry. If it doesn't kill you, it'll make you stronger."
"Doesn't kill me?" Hideaki gaped back, horrified. "Were you watching Prince of Tennis again?"
Tsubasa waved his hand dismissively. "Just a funny American saying. Now I don't want to see one drop left over." He settled back in the seat and stared expectantly at Hideaki.
Hideaki poked the cup tentatively, his stomach feeling squeamish as he watched a huge bubble form and slowly pop. He turned pleading eyes on Tsubasa.
"Go on. I'll give you a nice treat if you finish it," Tsubasa said sweetly.
This was a trap if ever he smelled one. Hideaki narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "You're tricking me," he declared. "It's going to be something weird again."
Tsubasa picked up Hideaki's hand and moved it until it was directly on top of the crotch of his pants. "Oh, I think you'll like it," he said with a wink.
Hideaki mulled his options over and since Tsubasa wasn't objecting, he took the opportunity to grope him through his pants, gratified to feel Tsubasa's cock give an answering twitch to the touch. He glanced up; Tsubasa had his head thrown back, mouth slightly parted. His hand crept upward and played with the button. Maybe...
"Don't you even dare," Tsubasa said pleasantly, eyes still closed. "Drink your tea."
Hideaki pouted. Damn tyrant. Keeping his right hand defiantly over Tsubasa's crotch, he picked up the cup with his left hand and gulped the contents down. He grimaced; that was quite positively the most disgusting thing he had ever tasted.
Tsubasa peered down at Hideaki. "Let's see it."
Hideaki showed off the empty cup. "Treat?" he prompted.
In response, Tsubasa stood up, pulling Hideaki up by the hand as well. He walked him over to the dressing table again and handed over a shopping bag.
With a frown, Hideaki opened the bag and stared at the contents, nonplussed. A deluxe pack of assorted senbei crackers?! "Tsubasa~" he wailed. "You're evil."
Tsubasa grinned and placed a finger on top of Hideaki's lips. "How about some chocolate instead?" He leaned in close to Hideaki's ear. "Maybe I'll let you eat it off me," he whispered.
Happy 28th Birthday, Takki! ♥♥♥~
Countdown 09-10 fic & Takizawa Kakumei / Jinsei Kakumei fic respectively :D