u + ur hand
Title: U + Ur Hand
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100 x4
Characters: Fujigaya (Mitsu, Gocchi, Tamamori, Miyata cameos)
Notes: I am late and a half for class, ahaha. 8D; Rated PG for um. :D Stuff. Like drinks and kissing.
The Gem
He's a show-stopper, shy smile and clean white shirt contrasting with the liquid grace in his long legs and tight jeans expensively ripped. A feather earring curls delicately at his neck; his hair is perfect, and all eyes turn when he steps into the club alone. Fujigaya's included.
Holy shit, Fujigaya breathes, leaning over to elbow Goseki beside him. Who the hell is that…?
Goseki takes one glance and smirks. Tamamori. You've seen the kid before!
I have so not, Fujigaya says.
Goseki laughs. Only because he didn't used to be this hot.
Understatement! Kitayama toasts, and drains his beer.
The Jock
Five bucks says he'll leave with me tonight, Fujigaya announces over the thumping bass, already a little buzzed.
Fifty says he won't, Kitayama laughs, clinking his rum-and-coke against Goseki's lime margarita.
I'm with Kitamitsu~
Assholes, Fujigaya huffs. He stalks over to the bar, sliding into the stool beside Tamamori with a confident smile. Hey~
Tamamori's casual curiosity looks as sweet as the rest of him. Hey?
Let me get you something. A strawberry daiquiri?
Tamamori smiles. No, thanks…
The appearance of another by Tamamori's other side widens his smile- Ah! Miyacchi! -and Fujigaya's jaw drops.
'Miyacchi' is so not hot.
Stiff Competition
Sorry I'm late! Miyata grins, gap-toothed. My train-
I don't want your stupid late train slip! Tamamori laughs, scrunching up the strip of paper. You left me at the mercy of all these creeps and weirdos! Unforgivable!
Creepy what-? Fujigaya wants to protest, but I'm sorry! Miyata grins, and the words die in Fujigaya's throat at the way Tamamori tugs Miyata too close for friendship, and cups Miyata's face and presses their mouths together, open and hot and right next door.
…holy shit, Fujigaya breathes, not drunk enough. When the strawberry daiquiri arrives, he downs it with a desolate air.
Useless Wingmen
Fujigaya watches Tamamori pull Miyata out onto the dance floor. It's not so much dancing they do as maybe rhythmic grinding with a lot of hip-to-hip, but Fujigaya still finds himself unable to tear his eyes away. Until Kitayama appears in the seat Tamamori's vacated.
Fujigaya gives Kitayama's cheerful, drunken smile a very dirty look.
So about that fifty bucks… Kitayama grins, breath full of beer and bourbon too near Fujigaya's mouth.
Fujigaya frowns, annoyed. Piss off, Kitayama.
Aww, don't be like that, Taipi~ Kitayama laughs. Hand it over and I'll line up enough shots to get you properly wasted. ♥
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100 x4
Characters: Fujigaya (Mitsu, Gocchi, Tamamori, Miyata cameos)
Notes: I am late and a half for class, ahaha. 8D; Rated PG for um. :D Stuff. Like drinks and kissing.
The Gem
He's a show-stopper, shy smile and clean white shirt contrasting with the liquid grace in his long legs and tight jeans expensively ripped. A feather earring curls delicately at his neck; his hair is perfect, and all eyes turn when he steps into the club alone. Fujigaya's included.
Holy shit, Fujigaya breathes, leaning over to elbow Goseki beside him. Who the hell is that…?
Goseki takes one glance and smirks. Tamamori. You've seen the kid before!
I have so not, Fujigaya says.
Goseki laughs. Only because he didn't used to be this hot.
Understatement! Kitayama toasts, and drains his beer.
The Jock
Five bucks says he'll leave with me tonight, Fujigaya announces over the thumping bass, already a little buzzed.
Fifty says he won't, Kitayama laughs, clinking his rum-and-coke against Goseki's lime margarita.
I'm with Kitamitsu~
Assholes, Fujigaya huffs. He stalks over to the bar, sliding into the stool beside Tamamori with a confident smile. Hey~
Tamamori's casual curiosity looks as sweet as the rest of him. Hey?
Let me get you something. A strawberry daiquiri?
Tamamori smiles. No, thanks…
The appearance of another by Tamamori's other side widens his smile- Ah! Miyacchi! -and Fujigaya's jaw drops.
'Miyacchi' is so not hot.
Stiff Competition
Sorry I'm late! Miyata grins, gap-toothed. My train-
I don't want your stupid late train slip! Tamamori laughs, scrunching up the strip of paper. You left me at the mercy of all these creeps and weirdos! Unforgivable!
Creepy what-? Fujigaya wants to protest, but I'm sorry! Miyata grins, and the words die in Fujigaya's throat at the way Tamamori tugs Miyata too close for friendship, and cups Miyata's face and presses their mouths together, open and hot and right next door.
…holy shit, Fujigaya breathes, not drunk enough. When the strawberry daiquiri arrives, he downs it with a desolate air.
Useless Wingmen
Fujigaya watches Tamamori pull Miyata out onto the dance floor. It's not so much dancing they do as maybe rhythmic grinding with a lot of hip-to-hip, but Fujigaya still finds himself unable to tear his eyes away. Until Kitayama appears in the seat Tamamori's vacated.
Fujigaya gives Kitayama's cheerful, drunken smile a very dirty look.
So about that fifty bucks… Kitayama grins, breath full of beer and bourbon too near Fujigaya's mouth.
Fujigaya frowns, annoyed. Piss off, Kitayama.
Aww, don't be like that, Taipi~ Kitayama laughs. Hand it over and I'll line up enough shots to get you properly wasted. ♥