[Tegoshi/Shige] How Tegoshi and Shige Became Awesome
Title: How Tegoshi and Shige Became Awesome
Pairing: Tegoshi/Shige
Rating: NC-17
Author: misticloud
Words: 6,813
Warnings: A lot of silliness.
Notes: Written for thawrecka on je_holiday. A huge thanks to binmusic who is an incomparable beta.
Summary: Tegoshi and Shige embark on a journey to become awesome, with special guest appearances by an untimely Massu and Tegoshi-kun’s Tegoshi-kun.
Of late, Tegoshi has been feeling dissatisfied, and today is the final straw. The fact is, he just does not see why he has to be contented with getting furry toys and carrots for props, and the moment his photoshoot is done, he decides that it’s time he does something about it.
He finds Koyama and Shige lounging on a couch deep in the middle of conversation and interrupts to drag them to a corner where he has already assembled Massu.
“Something has to be done,” he announces.
Shige eyes him apprehensively, still brushing the fur off his shoulders (why couldn’t they at least buy high quality toys that didn’t de-fur the minute they were touched by human hands?), but Koyama has courage enough to ask, “Something has to be done about what, Tego-nyan?”
“Look,” says Tegoshi, pointing to where Ryo and Yamapi are busy with their photoshoot. Four pairs of eyes turn and observe their two alpha group members sprawled suggestively on a couch with their shirts halfway unbuttoned and sexy looks pasted on in all their vainglory. Three pairs of eyes look back at Tegoshi blankly.
“So what?” says Shige. “It’s just Yamashita-kun and Nishikido-kun doing their photoshoot.”
“That’s the point,” Tegoshi says impressively. “When the magazine comes out, their pages will be screaming sex while the rest of us frolic with stuffed toys and vegetables.”
Ignoring Massu’s “But I like stuffed toys and…” Tegoshi continues, “Why don’t we ever get the sexy spread while Yamashita-kun and Nishikido-kun get the toys?”
Koyama blinks while Shige says, “Because they do a much better job at it and photographers don’t think that we’re sexy enough.”
“But we are!” Tegoshi insists. “Kei-chan is tall and lanky and has great hair. Shige is the prince type. And Massu…”
They look at Massu, who smiles brightly. With dimples.
Tegoshi blinks. “Massu has…hidden muscles. And I can be anything I want to be, ne. So, what I think is, we should aim to be as great as Yamashita-kun and Nishikido-kun so that we won’t keep being sidelined with silly props. I’m tired of being lorded over in the looks department!”
“But if all of us become sexy, won’t that mean that Yamapi and Ryo-chan won’t be as great as they are now?” Koyama looks a little uncertain at the thought of taking Yamapi and Ryo’s glory away from them.
“I don’t think that would ever happen,” says Shige pragmatically. “But I guess Tegoshi’s idea is good in a sense that we should really try to improve ourselves so that the gap between us and them won’t be as wide as it is now. If we can be a more balanced group, we’ll be more successful. So, I’m for it.”
Tegoshi beams. Koyama doesn’t look convinced.
“I…” Massu hesitates, “I like stuffed toys and…” He gulps as Tegoshi and Shige both stare at him. “I…don’t think I’ll join you guys. I think being the present me is easier than being a sexy me.”
“In that case,” says Tegoshi, “it’ll just be me and Shige then. Shige, you’ll work hard, won’t you? Our goal will be to convince everyone that we’re worthy of as much attention as Yamashita-kun and Nishikido-kun are.”
Shige nods and they shake hands firmly.
“I’ll give you moral support,” Koyama offers. “The both of you will definitely succeed!”
“I want a name and roadmap for it,” Tegoshi says as Massu wanders off to the vending machine downstairs for cookies. “It would make it seem more official. What do you think, Shige?”
“That part of it doesn’t really matter to me so it’s up to you,” Shige says.
Tegoshi ponders for a moment. “I’ve got it. Let’s call it ‘Operation: Make TegoShige Awesome’.”
“It sounds awful!” Shige complains.
“You said it didn’t matter to you,” Tegoshi points out.
“Well, it doesn’t, but…”
Tegoshi ignores Shige. “Anyway, I already have ideas of how we can start off!”
Point 1 of O:MTSA
Practice come hither looks to perfection
According to Tegoshi, a large part of Yamapi’s success owes to the fact that he can give very good come hither looks. “When girls look at him, they feel as though he’s inviting them to strip off his clothes and have hot kinky sex with him,” he explains to Shige.
“I got that part when you first explained it yesterday,” says Shige impatiently, “but why are we practicing them together? In a dance rehearsal room?” He glances to the side where Koyama is sitting on the floor holding a camera. “And why is Koyama here?”
“You don’t want me here?” Koyama asks, trying not to sound too wounded. After all, he did give up a day at the mall for this.
Tegoshi pokes Shige reprovingly. “Because Kei-chan is our moral support and we can’t do without him, ne. Besides, he has to tell us whether we’re doing it right.”
“I thought the 360 degree full-length mirrors were supposed to confirm that.”
“It’s always better to have a second opinion,” says Tegoshi wisely. “Okay, Shige, you go first. Give me a come hither look. When I say that it’s good enough, Kei-chan will take a picture of it so that we can study them at the end of the session and assess how you can improve.”
Shige clears his throat and attempts a couple of looks, but Tegoshi is staring at him so diligently that he starts laughing. “Stop looking at me like I’m in a zoo exhibit!”
“Fine,” Tegoshi huffs. “We’ll both look at the mirrors then.”
They both accordingly spin around to face a mirror and Koyama scoots up, camera in hand. Shige tries various different looks at the mirror and every few minutes Tegoshi calls, “There, Kei-chan, take that, quick!” So they’re all very busy until Shige gets fed up and calls for a break half an hour later.
Koyama wipes his forehead. “Tegoshi, I thought you said I was only supposed to take the good ones.”
“Well, I didn’t want to discourage Shige.” Tegoshi gives Shige a friendly smile.
“You’re supposed to be honest!” Shige grumbles. “This is worse than being in a proper photoshoot. Whatever, let’s look at the pictures.”
Koyama isn’t the best photographer around and Shige complains that his chin looks fat, thereby taking attention away from his sexy eyes, but Tegoshi still isn’t satisfied with what he sees. “Shige, fat chin or not, you just look pissed off!”
“Well, how else am I supposed to do it, then?” Shige demands. “And anyway I’m blurred in most of the shots while the background mirrors are all really clear. Koyama, you shouldn’t click so quickly, you should press down on the button for a few seconds to let it focus. When the red dots…”
“But Tegoshi made me panic,” Koyama protests.
Tegoshi points at a photo. “Shige, your eyebrows are furrowed. Usually furrowed eyebrows equal anger. Look,” and from his bag he brings out a Potato magazine, “Yamashita-kun doesn’t frown when he gives come hither looks. He just gets this really really intense look in his eyes.”
They study intense-eyed Yamapi for a moment.
“It’s as though he’s looking at hard porn,” Shige comments.
“Maybe we should think of that then,” Tegoshi suggests. “What we need is new material. Shige, didn’t you borrow the ‘Whips and Chains’ series from Nishikido-kun? Let’s do an exchange. Pass on that series to me and I’ll lend you my ‘Lollipop Fetishes’.”
They turn a page and come upon Ryo and immediately Shige becomes grumpy.
“Nishikido-kun looks pissed off to me too! Why isn’t it a problem for him?”
“He doesn’t, you’re just used to him being pissed off at you.” Tegoshi shuts the magazine. “Okay! It’s time for my turn. Are you two ready?”
He launches into his ‘looks’ with enthusiasm. Koyama stands ready with his camera, but Shige just keeps saying, “Not really…your eyes aren’t intense enough…your mouth…” until Tegoshi frowns in exasperation, “Shige, this is a practice session, you don’t have to be so uptight. You do need to take a couple of photos of me.”
“Okay, fine. Start over.”
Tegoshi puts on his seductive face again, Shige gives the word, and Koyama manages to snap a few shots. Everything works out and just as they’re getting into it, the door opens and Massu walks in chomping on a biscuit which he promptly drops when Tegoshi turns his ‘look’ on him. “Ehh?!” he stutters. “Tegoshi? Why are you making such a weird face at me!”
“I’m not making weird faces, I’m practicing my poses!” Tegoshi says, a little offended.
Massu gives him an odd look, but Koyama diverts attention by switching the camera to picture mode and holding it up. “Here we go! Actually, I think Tegoshi looks rather nice.”
Tegoshi turns to look too. “I do look kind of nice!” he exclaims. “Ne, Shige, don’t you think so?”
“I think…” Shige begins, but Massu shoves his head under his nose to get a better look and he finds himself with a face full of soft brown hair. “Eh, Tegoshi does look good!” Massu says. “It’s strange that it looks okay on screen but not in real life!”
“Tegoshi looks better than Shige did,” Koyama remarks.
“At least I don’t look wannabe mean and angry,” says Tegoshi in a very pleased voice.
“I think…” Shige tries again, but it’s apparent nobody is listening. He gives up and sighs as they continue fawning over Tegoshi’s pictures. He should have seen this coming a mile away. Then again, Tegoshi does look rather good.
Point 2 of O:MTSA
Flaunt Tegoshi’s soccer skills Be comfortable in our bodies
“Because we’re worth it.”
“You totally got that from L’oreal. Almost word for word.”
“Yamashita-kun and Nishikido-kun have no problem taking off their shirts during concerts while the rest of us never do. It makes the fans happy to see all those abs.”
“So we should join them in prancing around half-naked?”
“I don’t see what you’re so worried about. You took off your clothes during the Pacific tour when we were singing NEWS Nippon.”
“You guys made me do that!”
“Anyway, the thing is, we have to be more confident with the way we look.”
A short pause.
“Is that why you’re putting me through this viciously unnatural punishment?”
Tegoshi wipes the sweat off his brow and frowns at Shige. “Oh come on! Don’t you think it’s more fun than working out at a gym and seeing all those muscular men flexing themselves in front of the mirror?”
“Yamashita-kun does that occasionally,” says Shige reflectively.
“When we become like him, we can do that too. But till then…” Tegoshi juggles the ball expertly with his feet. “If this works for Andriy Shevchenko and Luis Figo, this will work for us!”
“Don’t know the first…and Figo…you mean that ugly dude with the big nose?”
“He’s world-famous, has a supermodel for a girlfriend, and far more muscles than either of us could ever hope for. You’re a guy, Shige! You should be enjoying this!”
“Even my moral support deserted me an hour ago,” Shige sighs as he kicks at the ball for the thirtieth time. It rolls forward unwillingly and stops.
“No, no, Shige, don’t kick with your toes, kick with the side of your foot, like this,” and Tegoshi helpfully demonstrates. “Anyway,” he goes on, “my friends will be coming around five and we’ll have a game so you’ll get the chance to practice with all of us!”
Shige blanches. “Going home. Bye.”
Tegoshi throws himself full body at Shige as he flees the pitch. “Wait, Shige! We’ll help you! I promise!”
“I could expire from your help.”
“Being a bit of a drama queen here?”
“I am dramatic, haven’t you read any of my jweb entries?”
One and a half hours later though, Shige feels that he is absolutely justified in being dramatic. There are about three guys (very friendly, it’s to be admitted) trying to explain the offside rule to him and despite the fact that he ranked 5th in the last test on intellectual property, he just doesn’t get it and Tegoshi won’t stop poking his knees and telling him that he simply has to or the world will stop revolving. Because “if you want to play soccer, it’s the first thing you have to understand!”
“I don’t want to play soccer. I’m supposed to learn how to be ‘comfortable in my body’.”
“Soccer will help you be that!” one of Tegoshi’s friends inform him cheerfully (why are they all so cheerful? Birds of a feather much?). “When you see how much leaner you get after regular practice, you’ll see that it’s really a great way of exercising.”
Shige sighs inwardly and decides that since there’s no way he can escape the pitch with Tegoshi and friends clinging on to him, he might as well go through with it for today and plead victim to infectious disease once Tegoshi broaches the subject again after today. And really, the offside rule is quite simple if you think about it. But there’s something else that doesn’t make sense; it’s nagging at the back of his head and he can’t figure it out.
Before long he realises that even though he’s been acting grumpy and whiny about the whole soccer affair, Tegoshi’s friends really like him for unfathomable reasons. He has mastered the offside rule by now and even managed to block an almost certain goal (Tegoshi says it was a brilliant deflection but actually his butt just got in the way without him intending it to) so when they invite him out for dinner and drinks, he doesn’t say no.
Three drinks down and lots of laughter later, Tegoshi says in his sweet manner, “Shige was wonderful today, wasn’t he? I think you have the makings of a great player!”
“We like having Kato-kun with us!” Tegoshi’s friend says enthusiastically and Shige can’t help but feel a bit happy that finally someone is referring to him in respectful terms.
“You’ll join us again for the next practice, won’t you, Shige?” Tegoshi asks. “And the next, and the next, cause we really love having you with us?”
Shige says “yes” and immediately realises how he has been manipulated. And then, like some domino effect, realises the nagging something else. “Tell me,” he demands, pulling Tegoshi’s hair, “if this whole soccer exercise is meant to make us comfortable in our bodies, and you’ve been playing soccer since you were ten, how does this in any way apply to you?”
Tegoshi blinks. “I didn’t think I needed to be more comfortable in my body than I already am,” he says.
“What!” Shige begins, but at that precise moment Tegoshi giggles and falls drunkenly into his lap and he’s soft and warm and Shige finds that after all, he doesn’t much care.
Point 3 of O:MTSA
Have naked battles Learn to be comfortable with flaunting our bodies
Shige doesn’t think that that entails walking around backstage practically naked, but Tegoshi obviously does.
“What’s important,” says Tegoshi seriously, “is that we gain the appreciation of the members. If we can do that, then the fans will definitely have no problems with us.”
“Tegoshi, you’ve been flashing all of us and Yamashita-kun says he’ll have a trauma attack the next time he sees your balls while he’s trying to eat. I don’t see how that’s counted as gaining the members’ appreciation.”
“It’s not my fault if you insist on looking at unmentionable places,” Tegoshi says, injured. He ties his bathrobe securely around him and looks at Shige defiantly.
Shige shrugs, “All I’m going to say is that in fifteen minutes’ time, that’s going to hang loose.”
“But Shige likes that, don’t you?” Tegoshi raises an eyebrow mischievously. “Shige likes me flashing him.”
Shige makes an obscene hand gesture at him while walking away. “If I wanted to be flashed at, I’d ask Nishikido-kun to give me a look. At least he has done a BOAO photoshoot before.”
Massu, passing by, hears it and gives them yet another odd look but Shige doesn’t notice because he’s walking away and Tegoshi doesn’t notice because he’s busily thinking that Shige doesn’t quite love him enough. That should be rectified, but Shige’s affection is hard to come by as a rule.
That afternoon in the dressing room, Koyama bumps into Tegoshi and yelps when he realises that Tegoshi’s private parts touched him…uncovered. “Tegoshi!” Koyama wails, “you stole my innocence!”
“But you have the same body part on you too,” Tegoshi points out, a mite sullenly.
“That doesn’t mean I want to touch yours!”
“Tegoshi’s showing off his body,” Shige supplies helpfully from the couch, where he’s sprawled out flipping through a fashion magazine.
“Why?” Ryo asks from his corner of the room.
“Because he wants us to appreciate his abs,” explains Shige.
Tegoshi walks past them and Yamapi heaves a great sigh, “That’s the third time today that I’m seeing ‘Tegoshi-kun’!”
“But everyone seems to be focused on the wrong part,” Shige adds.
Tegoshi frowns a little; it’s not the game plan to inform the members directly of what is expected of them. Shige should know that what they’re going for here is subtlety, even if for some reason everyone seems fixated on a certain part of him (he knows he’s well-endowed but even so, why are their eyes fixed there all the time? Seriously, what a bunch of perverted members). And what makes it more disturbing is that when he informs Shige of his mistake during their after rehearsal shower, Shige just laughs and aims the showerhead at him.
“Where do you expect them to look at?! Your balls are jiggling up and down all day long in front of our eyes!”
“You’re not even supposed to be taking notice of it!” Tegoshi retorts. “It’s not as though I’m going to show off my penis to the fans.”
Shige pretends to consider, a mock thoughtful look on his face. “Well, in that case, if the focus is supposed to be on your abs but nobody is looking at those abs in question, perhaps it means that you don’t have any abs.”
Tegoshi utters an outraged howl and turns his tap to freezing cold before spraying Shige well and truly. “I have more abs than you! You’ve grown flabby from no exercise at all!”
“At least I don’t flaunt my flab!” Shige shouts back, batting at the cold water.
“I’m going to make you a central midfielder in our next practice and you’re going to be running nonstop. You’re going to die. Ooh, just wait and see.”
“If you don’t stop spraying me right now, you’re going to be the one running nonstop from my clutches!”
Just out of spite, Tegoshi ups the volume of water. Shige yells, sprinting out of his stall to pounce on Tegoshi, who grasps the situation immediately and dashes out of his own stall.
“I’m going to bring you back home and make you into hayashi rice,” Shige threatens as he slips and skids after Tegoshi (damn, why is that guy so fast?). “They’ll never find you and it’ll be the perfect murder to end all murders.”
“You wouldn’t dare to murder me! I have Kei-chan indemnity!” Tegoshi trills back before running into a toilet stall and slamming the door in Shige’s face.
Shige falls back to catch his breath and decides that it isn’t worth his dignity to pound on the door. Let Tegoshi marinate in there instead. And maybe when he finally opens the door, the first thing he should see is Shige’s stark naked body right in front of him, flab and penis included. Give him a taste of his own medicine. Shige grins evilly.
Then the door to the shower room opens and Shige looks around to see Massu standing there, staring at him with an open mouth.
“Uh,” Shige begins, and at the same moment Tegoshi chooses to open the door and run directly into him. Massu stares even more as flesh smacks flesh and both guys yell.
Massu blinks. “Um. Sorry.” And hurriedly retreats, closing the door behind him.
Shige grabs Tegoshi’s shoulders frantically. “This is all your fault! Now he’ll think we have some weird naked fetish going on!”
Tegoshi regains his equilibrium and steps back, eyeing Shige from head to toe. The look in his eyes causes an involuntary shiver to run through Shige; he can’t help it and it’s not too unpleasant, either. Then Tegoshi steps closer and whispers in his ear, “I think that Shige has a really nice body.”
Before Shige has time to react, Tegoshi runs back to the shower stalls and grabs his towel. “That’s what I mean by appreciation, Shige!” he calls back teasingly and exits the shower room.
Maybe Shige’s affection won’t be that hard to come by, after all. Just behold the blush on his face.
Point 4 of O:MTSA
Stay away from physical exercises Emphasise intellectual prowess
Tegoshi figures it’s only fair that Shige gets to have his point carried out, because the other three were all Tegoshi’s ideas and besides, he’s not too adverse to the idea of appearing intellectual. It seems that there are quite a few fans who would go in for brains over brawn (though he’s still quite sure that they would melt faster over a sexy picture than a page of black characters).
Shige expounds a bit on how the Wagahai series helped him gain a sort of fanbase. Jweb entries, he says, are not meant to be all about what you ate the previous day (here, Tegoshi notices that he glances around just to make sure that Yamapi isn’t within hearing distance) nor how hard you have worked, are working, and will work (it’s very obvious that Ryo isn’t around because Shige would never say this otherwise), but rather to share your thoughts and amusing daily happenings with fans who care enough to read about you.
And of course, having a fictional cat helps.
“So maybe I should write in the POV of a fictional dog?” Tegoshi suggests. “Oh, and Massu could write as a pig! And Kei-chan as a grasshopper, and Nishikido-kun as a lion, and Yamashita-kun as a…”
“Tegoshi, we are not trying to create a Society of Jwebbing Animals here.”
“And I thought we were on to something,” Tegoshi sighs.
“Anyway,” says Shige sternly, “you’re the next for NEWSmile, so be sure to say something that’s more interesting than just talking about how you enjoyed the concert and how you want to return to the last venue.”
“What else can I say?”
“I can’t answer that! You have to think of it yourself.”
It’s pretty silly having to think up of intellectual things to say, especially when your job title is ‘idol’. For a couple of days Tegoshi wonders if he should blog about psychology…maybe the behavioural reasons behind Massu’s extreme cleanliness and Yamapi’s violent on/off switches…but in the end it’s just too much work and anyway, the fans will probably like whatever he writes regardless.
He thinks that he did a pretty good job, but Shige isn’t too happy when the entry is published. “ ‘I like the language of love most’?” he demands. “ ‘If everyone in the world lives life with love, there won’t be wars and everyone will live in happiness’?”
“Okay, so it sounded better in my head,” Tegoshi admits.
“Have you been listening to John Lennon’s ‘Imagine’ on loop or what?”
“John Lennon’s what?”
Shige throws down his handphone and groans. “Never mind. I thought you would have given it a try at least but obviously I was wrong.”
There’s a short silence that isn’t funny at all. Tegoshi looks at Shige’s slightly furrowed brows. So Shige is really disappointed that he hadn’t written something more thoughtful. It’s true that Shige has been putting in effort in the other points…he has been turning up regularly for soccer practice even though he obviously doesn’t like it very much, and the other day he asked Yamapi for some pointers on posing. The more Tegoshi thinks about it, the more he gets depressed, and he really doesn’t like being depressed, any more than he likes depressing Shige.
He scoots closer to Shige and touches his arm. “Hey, Shige? I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would matter.”
“Figures,” Shige mutters.
“Let me buy you dinner? Anything you want as long as it’s expensive. It has to be super expensive or I won’t pay.”
“Tegoshi…”
“And I’ll try harder when the next opportunity comes along. Really! I’ll think of proper things to say. Shige has lots of fans who love you because you take the trouble to write such interesting stuff always, right? I want to be like that too.”
“Textbook stuff about love and happiness doesn’t really cut it.”
“I know. So, the dinner will be super expensive, right? I’ll get to use the money that the Jimusho pays me to give the both of us a really good treat?”
Shige shifts a little and Tegoshi presses his arm.
Shige says, “I want premium sushi.”
Tegoshi grins, “I know a place where we can find just that!”
Point 5 of O:MTSA
Get Shige to remove his shirt Learn to perform in va va voom style
After their very expensive dinner of premium sushi followed by more drinks than even Shige would like to admit (Ryo had coincidentally walked into the bar an hour later with a friend and said they were practically human waste), Shige can’t remember a word of what he’d said to Tegoshi, but he’s sure that it must have been something pitiful because Tegoshi declares that from now on, they’re going to practice performing until they can attain Yamapi and Ryo’s va va voom.
“What did I say? I said something, didn’t I?”
“Actually,” says Tegoshi reflectively as he does his warm up, “you were crying.”
Shige moans. “Oh god. Why do I cry every time I’m drunk? You’re the psychology expert. Tell me.”
“Well, it could be that you have deep sadness hidden inside your recesses that you normally don’t show when you’re sober, but when you’re drunk, the influence of alcohol tears away all pretenses and you show your vulnerability and insecurity…”
“I said something, didn’t I?”
Tegoshi pats Shige’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Shige! I was the only one who heard it. So let’s start practicing our dancing first.”
Fifteen minutes later when they’re hard at some club dance tune and Tegoshi has performed a couple of great moves, Shige asks, “Did I complain about ‘Happy Music’ as compared to ‘Gomen ne, Juliet’?”
Tegoshi looks distracted. Shige had been so cute last night crying into his beer and somehow this afternoon he’s mixing cuteness and hotness with his worried eyes and sticking-to-his-chest shirt. It should be pretty easy to get that shirt off. It looks like it wants to come off. “Ne, Shige, you should do an impersonation of ‘Gomen ne, Juliet’.”
Shige laughs. “What!”
“Do it, Shige! Come on! You did a Polaroid for PhotoShigenic! Plus you’ve always envied how Yamashita-kun performs it so now you can see how well you would do at it.”
“I won’t do it. I’ll definitely not do it. Ever.” But just then Tegoshi changes the music to ‘Gomen ne, Juliet’ and Shige can’t stop himself from performing the first few opening moves. Tegoshi claps and wolf whistles. “Shige! Do the Pacific con routine!”
“Get me a fountain of water!” Shige replies, wriggling his legs.
Tegoshi eyes that shirt. It’s definitely going to come off.
“This is the part where Yamashita-kun strips?” Shige says, his hand going to his first button. “And then the fans start screaming so loudly that we can record them backstage!”
“It is, it is,” Tegoshi says, trying not to sound too mindless. “Take it off, Shige.”
“Yamashita-kun is amazing, ne,” sighs Shige as he unbuttons his shirt and gives a hot, after-sex look. Tegoshi giggles and whistles even louder.
“Uh, what are you guys doing?” someone says from the door and they both freeze. Massu comes forward slowly and takes in the scene; Tegoshi squatting in front of Shige whose shirt is half unbuttoned. He’d thought the bathroom scene was weird enough but this? Looks a little too kinky for general good.
Tegoshi snaps out of it first. “Shige is performing ‘Gomen ne, Juliet’!”
Massu blinks. “Including the stripping part?”
“The stripping part is important,” Tegoshi says firmly.
“It makes fans scream,” Shige says. They exchange a quick, knowing look like silent conspirators.
Massu decides to let it go. It’s Tegoshi and Shige, after all. “I’ll be alone for dinner tonight so I was going to ask if the two of you wanted to join me.”
“I think I better stay and practice more,” says Shige.
“Me too,” Tegoshi adjoins quickly.
“Koyama is free though, I’m sure he’ll join you.”
“Okay,” says Massu, and continues standing there. Tegoshi and Shige both look at him, willing him away with twin stares of weight. Massu stares back uncomprehendingly. “Aren’t you going to continue dancing?”
Tegoshi coughs, “I think you should go and find Kei-chan, ne.”
“Oh, right,” says Massu, finally getting that they don’t want him around. “I’ll go find him. Enjoy dancing.”
As he walks out, he decides he can’t be blamed for thinking that there’s something strange afoot.
Back in the dance room, Tegoshi and Shige look at each other. There’s something in Tegoshi’s eyes that makes Shige hot and cold at the same time, as though the heady fun of impersonating Yamapi was dampened and dissolved by Massu’s sudden entrance, clearing the way for him to realise expressions in Tegoshi’s face that he hadn’t noticed before. It’s almost like what he saw in the bathroom, and yet not that exactly, and suddenly he feels confused because this is Tegoshi and Tegoshi would never look at him like that.
Then Tegoshi purses his lips and blows out a slow breath through them, and Shige thinks he wouldn’t mind kissing those lips if so asked.
“What are you looking at, Shige?” Tegoshi asks, and his voice is very low, quiet.
Shige doesn’t answer because he doesn’t know how.
Tegoshi gets to his feet and moves closer, and his breath is warm on Shige’s neck, his eyes large and incredibly appealing. “You know,” he says after a moment, “I don’t know why, but Shige makes me feel sometimes that I could be going mad. Literally mad.”
That’s not the most complimentary thing that has ever been said to Shige, but Tegoshi links their hands together and they’re so close that he can feel the pressure of Tegoshi’s skin against his. Before he can begin to raise any objections, Tegoshi’s mouth is on his and it tastes of sweetness and the carbonated energy drink of ten minutes ago and Tegoshi sighs into his mouth and it’s amazing and impossible and somehow right and wrong at the same time and now, more of right, so much more of right.
Point 6 of O:MTSA
Steal moments between performances Delight fans during concerts with fanservice
Fanservice is a way of life for most of them, and they’ve been drilled from young to practice it whenever possible. However, the reason why it’s called fanservice is because they’re servicing the fans, and when they’re servicing the fans, it’s only logical to assume that the fans are there to see what’s going on. Which is why Shige isn’t sure why Tegoshi is still calling it fanservice when they’re stuck up against the wall in their dressing room exchanging sloppy hurried kisses before someone comes in.
Not that he really cares though, especially when Tegoshi makes that high, whiny, needy sound at the back of his throat that makes Shige very glad that the costumes they’re wearing are baggy enough to hide all the important things.
“You’re due on stage in one minute,” he says breathlessly, pulling away.
“That means we have enough time for another round!” Tegoshi says, his eyes bright, and Shige doesn’t have the heart to refuse him (this is ridiculous, he has always prided himself on being the one person who could resist Tegoshi’s charms and now he’s been conned into it like everyone else. Though it’s rather comforting to know that Tegoshi can’t really seem to resist him either).
Then someone comes in and immediately, in a rustle of material, Tegoshi is about five feet away from him. The staff member peers at them curiously. “Tegoshi-san, you’re due on in thirty seconds.”
“I’ll be there,” Tegoshi assures her.
Shige feels the empty space around him acutely, but in a moment Tegoshi fills it again with the warmth of his arms and lips. “Ne, Shige,” he says, “hold my hand on stage, okay?”
He winks and rustles out.
Shige thinks that there is no way that would happen, absolutely no way because he’s not even into fanservice. He doesn’t go around hugging or kissing members and he’s uptight enough to have avoided a hand clasp from Ryo before. The members jokingly call him ‘untouchable’. He agrees, and he doesn’t particularly want to known as a fanservice whore. But when he’s on stage and they’re singing ‘Hadashi no Cinderella Boy’ and he turns around to discover Tegoshi standing beside him with a gigantic smile and shining eyes, he finds himself reaching out involuntarily to touch the person who has unwittingly become so much to him.
Tegoshi returns his touch with a grip that surprises him with its strength. “Shige! Shige!” he calls in place of ‘dang’, and his face is alive with joy and then they’re laughing and the members and fans are joining in the shouting of Shige’s name. Shige knows that fifteen minutes later, during Ryo’s solo, they’ll probably find themselves again in the dressing room among the costumes seeking fevered heat and the friction of wet, yearning tongues but he thinks that this moment, holding Tegoshi’s hand and watching him express his love through song, could possibly be as full and rich as the other.
Point 7 to infinity of O:MTSA
Spend all day…you know what. Screw strikethroughs. Spend all day in bed, go to sleep, and wake up to spend another day shamelessly in bed
For once, they decide to spend the day in Shige’s apartment instead of being holed up in some corner of the Jimusho figuring out how to be awesome. Shige attempts to make omurice according to a recipe he found on the internet, but he fails hopelessly and Tegoshi laughs at him, suggests that they call in pizza instead. Shige sighs; there has to be a problem with the modern world in which home-cooked food is more expensive and troublesome than ordering in, but he’s hungry and pizza sounds good.
They don’t make it far enough to the call, though. Tegoshi decides that doing something distracting with his mouth and hips is infinitely preferable to eating pizza, and Shige agrees from the bottom of his heart.
“We can always eat pizza later when we’re hungry, ne,” says Tegoshi. “I want Shige now.”
Shige thinks that it’s pretty charming, this bluntness, since he has been in three relationships before, two of them heterosexual, and in none of them has his partner been as frank as Tegoshi. But then Tegoshi pulls him over to the bedroom and kisses him again and he finds that it’s better to give up thinking in favour of focusing on the very enjoyable present.
“Isn’t this awesome?” Tegoshi says a little dreamily as they scoot up the bed and lie side by side, exchanging slow wet kisses. “And wasn’t that awesome? Holding hands and singing your name in front of everyone? I want to do that always. To show everyone how wonderful Shige is.”
“You’re not going to do it all the time,” Shige interrupts, momentarily horrified at the thought of having his name shouted during ‘Hadashi no Cinderella Boy’ in every concert hereafter.
Tegoshi giggles and kisses Shige’s nose. “Cute.”
Shige responds by undoing Tegoshi’s pants with a practiced hand that draws the admiring comment, “You’re good at this!” before slipping his hand around Tegoshi’s half-hard cock. Tegoshi sighs a little and Shige moves down to draw his tongue over it, kiss it lightly and teasingly, suck the head.
“Oh, Shige,” Tegoshi breathes, settling his fingers in Shige’s hair and watching him through eyes that reminds Shige, in a rush of hot and delightful pleasure, that they’re really here together in this quiet apartment with the traffic moving on the streets below and it has to be one of the strangest, most familiar, craziest, sanest things that has ever happened to him.
“Better than ‘Lollipop Fetishes’?” he says teasingly as he moves back up to kiss along Tegoshi’s jaw.
“Much, much better,” agrees Tegoshi whole-heartedly. “And a million times better than ‘Whips and Chains’. Shige, that was really lame.”
“It’s not my fault that Nishikido-kun lends me lame stuff.”
“I’ve got one that I borrowed from Akanishi-kun, it’s called ‘Bursting Tongue Out…’ oh, do that again.”
Shige generously grinds his hips against Tegoshi’s again and they both gasp together. Tegoshi pulls at Shige’s pants. “Off, off.”
In a couple of minutes both pairs of pants and underwear are heaped on the floor and Tegoshi is moaning little, happy moans as Shige wraps his leg around his hip and rubs against him.
“Shige,” says Tegoshi, almost out of his mind with pleasure, “if you don’t do it within the next thirty seconds I’m going…to make you…stand under a cold shower for half an hour making sexy faces at me.”
Shige laughs and Tegoshi opens his eyes to scowl, only to close them again in satisfaction as Shige coats his fingers and presses one gently into him. Tegoshi remains still, breathing heavily on Shige’s neck, as Shige works in another finger and stretches him slowly. It’s the closest you can get to heaven, Tegoshi thinks, almost the closest…then Shige removes his hand and he whines at the loss until Shige puts a little foil-wrapped packet into his hand. “Do me the honours.”
Tegoshi obliges with trembling fingers, rolling it over Shige’s erection (a rather large one, he thinks admiringly), then turns himself on his stomach and holds up his ass invitingly. “Come on, Shige. The half hour will become an hour and you’ll be frozen.”
“I have never fucked someone with so many threats hanging over my head before,” Shige grumbles, but the head of his cock is nudging into Tegoshi’s pliant body and in a moment they forget everything. “You okay?” Shige asks breathlessly.
Tegoshi nods against the pillow and moans as Shige pulls out and pushes back in, fingers tight on his hips as Tegoshi’s insides clamp maddeningly around his hardness. “Oh god, Shige, faster…” and Shige ups his speed, pounding hard and sure into Tegoshi as he leans over to cover the nape of his neck with kisses. It’s hot and right and incredible and Tegoshi is biting the pillow, incoherent cries dragging from his throat, and Shige leans down, his voice lower than usual, “Don’t give that pillow the benefit of your mouth. Kiss me.”
Tegoshi obediently tilts his head and meets Shige’s mouth, breathing “Shige” against his lips, and Shige is hitting time and again that spot inside him that feels as though it’s holding all the pleasure his body is capable of, and just once more, twice, three times…
The loud, glorious sound of his name on Tegoshi’s lips as Tegoshi jerks and spills onto the bedspread, fingers grasping tight onto the pillow, is possibly the most erotic thing Shige has ever heard. He grips Tegoshi’s hips almost convulsively and drives into him harder, faster, more erratic, harder faster deeper until the world melts into brilliant light and all he can do is groan deeply, rolling his hips against Tegoshi’s as he rides out his orgasm.
In the unreal after moments, Shige doesn’t grasp that Tegoshi has removed both their shirts until Tegoshi’s mouth is moving lingeringly across his chest, kissing and licking him lightly. “Don’t think this will get you out of washing my bed sheet,” Shige says tiredly.
Tegoshi grins suggestively at him. “Let’s wash it tomorrow instead. That’ll be more efficient.”
Shige swats him.
Tegoshi wraps an arm around Shige’s chest and they snuggle together for a few moments. “Ne, Shige?” says Tegoshi.
“Mmm?”
“From now on, just for you, I’ll wear an underwear under my bathrobe.”
“That has to be the sweetest thing anyone ever said to me.”
“Hey. I am giving up my freedom for you.”
“So Tegoshi-kun will never be free again?”
Tegoshi curls his fingers on Shige’s chest, “ ‘The prison unto which we doom ourselves, no prison is.’ ”
They’re quiet again. Then, softly, “This is pretty awesome, isn’t it?”
Shige laughs and turns his head, nipping lightly at Tegoshi’s bottom lip. “You asked that already.”
end
Pairing: Tegoshi/Shige
Rating: NC-17
Author: misticloud
Words: 6,813
Warnings: A lot of silliness.
Notes: Written for thawrecka on je_holiday. A huge thanks to binmusic who is an incomparable beta.
Summary: Tegoshi and Shige embark on a journey to become awesome, with special guest appearances by an untimely Massu and Tegoshi-kun’s Tegoshi-kun.
Of late, Tegoshi has been feeling dissatisfied, and today is the final straw. The fact is, he just does not see why he has to be contented with getting furry toys and carrots for props, and the moment his photoshoot is done, he decides that it’s time he does something about it.
He finds Koyama and Shige lounging on a couch deep in the middle of conversation and interrupts to drag them to a corner where he has already assembled Massu.
“Something has to be done,” he announces.
Shige eyes him apprehensively, still brushing the fur off his shoulders (why couldn’t they at least buy high quality toys that didn’t de-fur the minute they were touched by human hands?), but Koyama has courage enough to ask, “Something has to be done about what, Tego-nyan?”
“Look,” says Tegoshi, pointing to where Ryo and Yamapi are busy with their photoshoot. Four pairs of eyes turn and observe their two alpha group members sprawled suggestively on a couch with their shirts halfway unbuttoned and sexy looks pasted on in all their vainglory. Three pairs of eyes look back at Tegoshi blankly.
“So what?” says Shige. “It’s just Yamashita-kun and Nishikido-kun doing their photoshoot.”
“That’s the point,” Tegoshi says impressively. “When the magazine comes out, their pages will be screaming sex while the rest of us frolic with stuffed toys and vegetables.”
Ignoring Massu’s “But I like stuffed toys and…” Tegoshi continues, “Why don’t we ever get the sexy spread while Yamashita-kun and Nishikido-kun get the toys?”
Koyama blinks while Shige says, “Because they do a much better job at it and photographers don’t think that we’re sexy enough.”
“But we are!” Tegoshi insists. “Kei-chan is tall and lanky and has great hair. Shige is the prince type. And Massu…”
They look at Massu, who smiles brightly. With dimples.
Tegoshi blinks. “Massu has…hidden muscles. And I can be anything I want to be, ne. So, what I think is, we should aim to be as great as Yamashita-kun and Nishikido-kun so that we won’t keep being sidelined with silly props. I’m tired of being lorded over in the looks department!”
“But if all of us become sexy, won’t that mean that Yamapi and Ryo-chan won’t be as great as they are now?” Koyama looks a little uncertain at the thought of taking Yamapi and Ryo’s glory away from them.
“I don’t think that would ever happen,” says Shige pragmatically. “But I guess Tegoshi’s idea is good in a sense that we should really try to improve ourselves so that the gap between us and them won’t be as wide as it is now. If we can be a more balanced group, we’ll be more successful. So, I’m for it.”
Tegoshi beams. Koyama doesn’t look convinced.
“I…” Massu hesitates, “I like stuffed toys and…” He gulps as Tegoshi and Shige both stare at him. “I…don’t think I’ll join you guys. I think being the present me is easier than being a sexy me.”
“In that case,” says Tegoshi, “it’ll just be me and Shige then. Shige, you’ll work hard, won’t you? Our goal will be to convince everyone that we’re worthy of as much attention as Yamashita-kun and Nishikido-kun are.”
Shige nods and they shake hands firmly.
“I’ll give you moral support,” Koyama offers. “The both of you will definitely succeed!”
“I want a name and roadmap for it,” Tegoshi says as Massu wanders off to the vending machine downstairs for cookies. “It would make it seem more official. What do you think, Shige?”
“That part of it doesn’t really matter to me so it’s up to you,” Shige says.
Tegoshi ponders for a moment. “I’ve got it. Let’s call it ‘Operation: Make TegoShige Awesome’.”
“It sounds awful!” Shige complains.
“You said it didn’t matter to you,” Tegoshi points out.
“Well, it doesn’t, but…”
Tegoshi ignores Shige. “Anyway, I already have ideas of how we can start off!”
Point 1 of O:MTSA
Practice come hither looks to perfection
According to Tegoshi, a large part of Yamapi’s success owes to the fact that he can give very good come hither looks. “When girls look at him, they feel as though he’s inviting them to strip off his clothes and have hot kinky sex with him,” he explains to Shige.
“I got that part when you first explained it yesterday,” says Shige impatiently, “but why are we practicing them together? In a dance rehearsal room?” He glances to the side where Koyama is sitting on the floor holding a camera. “And why is Koyama here?”
“You don’t want me here?” Koyama asks, trying not to sound too wounded. After all, he did give up a day at the mall for this.
Tegoshi pokes Shige reprovingly. “Because Kei-chan is our moral support and we can’t do without him, ne. Besides, he has to tell us whether we’re doing it right.”
“I thought the 360 degree full-length mirrors were supposed to confirm that.”
“It’s always better to have a second opinion,” says Tegoshi wisely. “Okay, Shige, you go first. Give me a come hither look. When I say that it’s good enough, Kei-chan will take a picture of it so that we can study them at the end of the session and assess how you can improve.”
Shige clears his throat and attempts a couple of looks, but Tegoshi is staring at him so diligently that he starts laughing. “Stop looking at me like I’m in a zoo exhibit!”
“Fine,” Tegoshi huffs. “We’ll both look at the mirrors then.”
They both accordingly spin around to face a mirror and Koyama scoots up, camera in hand. Shige tries various different looks at the mirror and every few minutes Tegoshi calls, “There, Kei-chan, take that, quick!” So they’re all very busy until Shige gets fed up and calls for a break half an hour later.
Koyama wipes his forehead. “Tegoshi, I thought you said I was only supposed to take the good ones.”
“Well, I didn’t want to discourage Shige.” Tegoshi gives Shige a friendly smile.
“You’re supposed to be honest!” Shige grumbles. “This is worse than being in a proper photoshoot. Whatever, let’s look at the pictures.”
Koyama isn’t the best photographer around and Shige complains that his chin looks fat, thereby taking attention away from his sexy eyes, but Tegoshi still isn’t satisfied with what he sees. “Shige, fat chin or not, you just look pissed off!”
“Well, how else am I supposed to do it, then?” Shige demands. “And anyway I’m blurred in most of the shots while the background mirrors are all really clear. Koyama, you shouldn’t click so quickly, you should press down on the button for a few seconds to let it focus. When the red dots…”
“But Tegoshi made me panic,” Koyama protests.
Tegoshi points at a photo. “Shige, your eyebrows are furrowed. Usually furrowed eyebrows equal anger. Look,” and from his bag he brings out a Potato magazine, “Yamashita-kun doesn’t frown when he gives come hither looks. He just gets this really really intense look in his eyes.”
They study intense-eyed Yamapi for a moment.
“It’s as though he’s looking at hard porn,” Shige comments.
“Maybe we should think of that then,” Tegoshi suggests. “What we need is new material. Shige, didn’t you borrow the ‘Whips and Chains’ series from Nishikido-kun? Let’s do an exchange. Pass on that series to me and I’ll lend you my ‘Lollipop Fetishes’.”
They turn a page and come upon Ryo and immediately Shige becomes grumpy.
“Nishikido-kun looks pissed off to me too! Why isn’t it a problem for him?”
“He doesn’t, you’re just used to him being pissed off at you.” Tegoshi shuts the magazine. “Okay! It’s time for my turn. Are you two ready?”
He launches into his ‘looks’ with enthusiasm. Koyama stands ready with his camera, but Shige just keeps saying, “Not really…your eyes aren’t intense enough…your mouth…” until Tegoshi frowns in exasperation, “Shige, this is a practice session, you don’t have to be so uptight. You do need to take a couple of photos of me.”
“Okay, fine. Start over.”
Tegoshi puts on his seductive face again, Shige gives the word, and Koyama manages to snap a few shots. Everything works out and just as they’re getting into it, the door opens and Massu walks in chomping on a biscuit which he promptly drops when Tegoshi turns his ‘look’ on him. “Ehh?!” he stutters. “Tegoshi? Why are you making such a weird face at me!”
“I’m not making weird faces, I’m practicing my poses!” Tegoshi says, a little offended.
Massu gives him an odd look, but Koyama diverts attention by switching the camera to picture mode and holding it up. “Here we go! Actually, I think Tegoshi looks rather nice.”
Tegoshi turns to look too. “I do look kind of nice!” he exclaims. “Ne, Shige, don’t you think so?”
“I think…” Shige begins, but Massu shoves his head under his nose to get a better look and he finds himself with a face full of soft brown hair. “Eh, Tegoshi does look good!” Massu says. “It’s strange that it looks okay on screen but not in real life!”
“Tegoshi looks better than Shige did,” Koyama remarks.
“At least I don’t look wannabe mean and angry,” says Tegoshi in a very pleased voice.
“I think…” Shige tries again, but it’s apparent nobody is listening. He gives up and sighs as they continue fawning over Tegoshi’s pictures. He should have seen this coming a mile away. Then again, Tegoshi does look rather good.
Point 2 of O:MTSA
Flaunt Tegoshi’s soccer skills Be comfortable in our bodies
“Because we’re worth it.”
“You totally got that from L’oreal. Almost word for word.”
“Yamashita-kun and Nishikido-kun have no problem taking off their shirts during concerts while the rest of us never do. It makes the fans happy to see all those abs.”
“So we should join them in prancing around half-naked?”
“I don’t see what you’re so worried about. You took off your clothes during the Pacific tour when we were singing NEWS Nippon.”
“You guys made me do that!”
“Anyway, the thing is, we have to be more confident with the way we look.”
A short pause.
“Is that why you’re putting me through this viciously unnatural punishment?”
Tegoshi wipes the sweat off his brow and frowns at Shige. “Oh come on! Don’t you think it’s more fun than working out at a gym and seeing all those muscular men flexing themselves in front of the mirror?”
“Yamashita-kun does that occasionally,” says Shige reflectively.
“When we become like him, we can do that too. But till then…” Tegoshi juggles the ball expertly with his feet. “If this works for Andriy Shevchenko and Luis Figo, this will work for us!”
“Don’t know the first…and Figo…you mean that ugly dude with the big nose?”
“He’s world-famous, has a supermodel for a girlfriend, and far more muscles than either of us could ever hope for. You’re a guy, Shige! You should be enjoying this!”
“Even my moral support deserted me an hour ago,” Shige sighs as he kicks at the ball for the thirtieth time. It rolls forward unwillingly and stops.
“No, no, Shige, don’t kick with your toes, kick with the side of your foot, like this,” and Tegoshi helpfully demonstrates. “Anyway,” he goes on, “my friends will be coming around five and we’ll have a game so you’ll get the chance to practice with all of us!”
Shige blanches. “Going home. Bye.”
Tegoshi throws himself full body at Shige as he flees the pitch. “Wait, Shige! We’ll help you! I promise!”
“I could expire from your help.”
“Being a bit of a drama queen here?”
“I am dramatic, haven’t you read any of my jweb entries?”
One and a half hours later though, Shige feels that he is absolutely justified in being dramatic. There are about three guys (very friendly, it’s to be admitted) trying to explain the offside rule to him and despite the fact that he ranked 5th in the last test on intellectual property, he just doesn’t get it and Tegoshi won’t stop poking his knees and telling him that he simply has to or the world will stop revolving. Because “if you want to play soccer, it’s the first thing you have to understand!”
“I don’t want to play soccer. I’m supposed to learn how to be ‘comfortable in my body’.”
“Soccer will help you be that!” one of Tegoshi’s friends inform him cheerfully (why are they all so cheerful? Birds of a feather much?). “When you see how much leaner you get after regular practice, you’ll see that it’s really a great way of exercising.”
Shige sighs inwardly and decides that since there’s no way he can escape the pitch with Tegoshi and friends clinging on to him, he might as well go through with it for today and plead victim to infectious disease once Tegoshi broaches the subject again after today. And really, the offside rule is quite simple if you think about it. But there’s something else that doesn’t make sense; it’s nagging at the back of his head and he can’t figure it out.
Before long he realises that even though he’s been acting grumpy and whiny about the whole soccer affair, Tegoshi’s friends really like him for unfathomable reasons. He has mastered the offside rule by now and even managed to block an almost certain goal (Tegoshi says it was a brilliant deflection but actually his butt just got in the way without him intending it to) so when they invite him out for dinner and drinks, he doesn’t say no.
Three drinks down and lots of laughter later, Tegoshi says in his sweet manner, “Shige was wonderful today, wasn’t he? I think you have the makings of a great player!”
“We like having Kato-kun with us!” Tegoshi’s friend says enthusiastically and Shige can’t help but feel a bit happy that finally someone is referring to him in respectful terms.
“You’ll join us again for the next practice, won’t you, Shige?” Tegoshi asks. “And the next, and the next, cause we really love having you with us?”
Shige says “yes” and immediately realises how he has been manipulated. And then, like some domino effect, realises the nagging something else. “Tell me,” he demands, pulling Tegoshi’s hair, “if this whole soccer exercise is meant to make us comfortable in our bodies, and you’ve been playing soccer since you were ten, how does this in any way apply to you?”
Tegoshi blinks. “I didn’t think I needed to be more comfortable in my body than I already am,” he says.
“What!” Shige begins, but at that precise moment Tegoshi giggles and falls drunkenly into his lap and he’s soft and warm and Shige finds that after all, he doesn’t much care.
Point 3 of O:MTSA
Have naked battles Learn to be comfortable with flaunting our bodies
Shige doesn’t think that that entails walking around backstage practically naked, but Tegoshi obviously does.
“What’s important,” says Tegoshi seriously, “is that we gain the appreciation of the members. If we can do that, then the fans will definitely have no problems with us.”
“Tegoshi, you’ve been flashing all of us and Yamashita-kun says he’ll have a trauma attack the next time he sees your balls while he’s trying to eat. I don’t see how that’s counted as gaining the members’ appreciation.”
“It’s not my fault if you insist on looking at unmentionable places,” Tegoshi says, injured. He ties his bathrobe securely around him and looks at Shige defiantly.
Shige shrugs, “All I’m going to say is that in fifteen minutes’ time, that’s going to hang loose.”
“But Shige likes that, don’t you?” Tegoshi raises an eyebrow mischievously. “Shige likes me flashing him.”
Shige makes an obscene hand gesture at him while walking away. “If I wanted to be flashed at, I’d ask Nishikido-kun to give me a look. At least he has done a BOAO photoshoot before.”
Massu, passing by, hears it and gives them yet another odd look but Shige doesn’t notice because he’s walking away and Tegoshi doesn’t notice because he’s busily thinking that Shige doesn’t quite love him enough. That should be rectified, but Shige’s affection is hard to come by as a rule.
That afternoon in the dressing room, Koyama bumps into Tegoshi and yelps when he realises that Tegoshi’s private parts touched him…uncovered. “Tegoshi!” Koyama wails, “you stole my innocence!”
“But you have the same body part on you too,” Tegoshi points out, a mite sullenly.
“That doesn’t mean I want to touch yours!”
“Tegoshi’s showing off his body,” Shige supplies helpfully from the couch, where he’s sprawled out flipping through a fashion magazine.
“Why?” Ryo asks from his corner of the room.
“Because he wants us to appreciate his abs,” explains Shige.
Tegoshi walks past them and Yamapi heaves a great sigh, “That’s the third time today that I’m seeing ‘Tegoshi-kun’!”
“But everyone seems to be focused on the wrong part,” Shige adds.
Tegoshi frowns a little; it’s not the game plan to inform the members directly of what is expected of them. Shige should know that what they’re going for here is subtlety, even if for some reason everyone seems fixated on a certain part of him (he knows he’s well-endowed but even so, why are their eyes fixed there all the time? Seriously, what a bunch of perverted members). And what makes it more disturbing is that when he informs Shige of his mistake during their after rehearsal shower, Shige just laughs and aims the showerhead at him.
“Where do you expect them to look at?! Your balls are jiggling up and down all day long in front of our eyes!”
“You’re not even supposed to be taking notice of it!” Tegoshi retorts. “It’s not as though I’m going to show off my penis to the fans.”
Shige pretends to consider, a mock thoughtful look on his face. “Well, in that case, if the focus is supposed to be on your abs but nobody is looking at those abs in question, perhaps it means that you don’t have any abs.”
Tegoshi utters an outraged howl and turns his tap to freezing cold before spraying Shige well and truly. “I have more abs than you! You’ve grown flabby from no exercise at all!”
“At least I don’t flaunt my flab!” Shige shouts back, batting at the cold water.
“I’m going to make you a central midfielder in our next practice and you’re going to be running nonstop. You’re going to die. Ooh, just wait and see.”
“If you don’t stop spraying me right now, you’re going to be the one running nonstop from my clutches!”
Just out of spite, Tegoshi ups the volume of water. Shige yells, sprinting out of his stall to pounce on Tegoshi, who grasps the situation immediately and dashes out of his own stall.
“I’m going to bring you back home and make you into hayashi rice,” Shige threatens as he slips and skids after Tegoshi (damn, why is that guy so fast?). “They’ll never find you and it’ll be the perfect murder to end all murders.”
“You wouldn’t dare to murder me! I have Kei-chan indemnity!” Tegoshi trills back before running into a toilet stall and slamming the door in Shige’s face.
Shige falls back to catch his breath and decides that it isn’t worth his dignity to pound on the door. Let Tegoshi marinate in there instead. And maybe when he finally opens the door, the first thing he should see is Shige’s stark naked body right in front of him, flab and penis included. Give him a taste of his own medicine. Shige grins evilly.
Then the door to the shower room opens and Shige looks around to see Massu standing there, staring at him with an open mouth.
“Uh,” Shige begins, and at the same moment Tegoshi chooses to open the door and run directly into him. Massu stares even more as flesh smacks flesh and both guys yell.
Massu blinks. “Um. Sorry.” And hurriedly retreats, closing the door behind him.
Shige grabs Tegoshi’s shoulders frantically. “This is all your fault! Now he’ll think we have some weird naked fetish going on!”
Tegoshi regains his equilibrium and steps back, eyeing Shige from head to toe. The look in his eyes causes an involuntary shiver to run through Shige; he can’t help it and it’s not too unpleasant, either. Then Tegoshi steps closer and whispers in his ear, “I think that Shige has a really nice body.”
Before Shige has time to react, Tegoshi runs back to the shower stalls and grabs his towel. “That’s what I mean by appreciation, Shige!” he calls back teasingly and exits the shower room.
Maybe Shige’s affection won’t be that hard to come by, after all. Just behold the blush on his face.
Point 4 of O:MTSA
Stay away from physical exercises Emphasise intellectual prowess
Tegoshi figures it’s only fair that Shige gets to have his point carried out, because the other three were all Tegoshi’s ideas and besides, he’s not too adverse to the idea of appearing intellectual. It seems that there are quite a few fans who would go in for brains over brawn (though he’s still quite sure that they would melt faster over a sexy picture than a page of black characters).
Shige expounds a bit on how the Wagahai series helped him gain a sort of fanbase. Jweb entries, he says, are not meant to be all about what you ate the previous day (here, Tegoshi notices that he glances around just to make sure that Yamapi isn’t within hearing distance) nor how hard you have worked, are working, and will work (it’s very obvious that Ryo isn’t around because Shige would never say this otherwise), but rather to share your thoughts and amusing daily happenings with fans who care enough to read about you.
And of course, having a fictional cat helps.
“So maybe I should write in the POV of a fictional dog?” Tegoshi suggests. “Oh, and Massu could write as a pig! And Kei-chan as a grasshopper, and Nishikido-kun as a lion, and Yamashita-kun as a…”
“Tegoshi, we are not trying to create a Society of Jwebbing Animals here.”
“And I thought we were on to something,” Tegoshi sighs.
“Anyway,” says Shige sternly, “you’re the next for NEWSmile, so be sure to say something that’s more interesting than just talking about how you enjoyed the concert and how you want to return to the last venue.”
“What else can I say?”
“I can’t answer that! You have to think of it yourself.”
It’s pretty silly having to think up of intellectual things to say, especially when your job title is ‘idol’. For a couple of days Tegoshi wonders if he should blog about psychology…maybe the behavioural reasons behind Massu’s extreme cleanliness and Yamapi’s violent on/off switches…but in the end it’s just too much work and anyway, the fans will probably like whatever he writes regardless.
He thinks that he did a pretty good job, but Shige isn’t too happy when the entry is published. “ ‘I like the language of love most’?” he demands. “ ‘If everyone in the world lives life with love, there won’t be wars and everyone will live in happiness’?”
“Okay, so it sounded better in my head,” Tegoshi admits.
“Have you been listening to John Lennon’s ‘Imagine’ on loop or what?”
“John Lennon’s what?”
Shige throws down his handphone and groans. “Never mind. I thought you would have given it a try at least but obviously I was wrong.”
There’s a short silence that isn’t funny at all. Tegoshi looks at Shige’s slightly furrowed brows. So Shige is really disappointed that he hadn’t written something more thoughtful. It’s true that Shige has been putting in effort in the other points…he has been turning up regularly for soccer practice even though he obviously doesn’t like it very much, and the other day he asked Yamapi for some pointers on posing. The more Tegoshi thinks about it, the more he gets depressed, and he really doesn’t like being depressed, any more than he likes depressing Shige.
He scoots closer to Shige and touches his arm. “Hey, Shige? I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would matter.”
“Figures,” Shige mutters.
“Let me buy you dinner? Anything you want as long as it’s expensive. It has to be super expensive or I won’t pay.”
“Tegoshi…”
“And I’ll try harder when the next opportunity comes along. Really! I’ll think of proper things to say. Shige has lots of fans who love you because you take the trouble to write such interesting stuff always, right? I want to be like that too.”
“Textbook stuff about love and happiness doesn’t really cut it.”
“I know. So, the dinner will be super expensive, right? I’ll get to use the money that the Jimusho pays me to give the both of us a really good treat?”
Shige shifts a little and Tegoshi presses his arm.
Shige says, “I want premium sushi.”
Tegoshi grins, “I know a place where we can find just that!”
Point 5 of O:MTSA
Get Shige to remove his shirt Learn to perform in va va voom style
After their very expensive dinner of premium sushi followed by more drinks than even Shige would like to admit (Ryo had coincidentally walked into the bar an hour later with a friend and said they were practically human waste), Shige can’t remember a word of what he’d said to Tegoshi, but he’s sure that it must have been something pitiful because Tegoshi declares that from now on, they’re going to practice performing until they can attain Yamapi and Ryo’s va va voom.
“What did I say? I said something, didn’t I?”
“Actually,” says Tegoshi reflectively as he does his warm up, “you were crying.”
Shige moans. “Oh god. Why do I cry every time I’m drunk? You’re the psychology expert. Tell me.”
“Well, it could be that you have deep sadness hidden inside your recesses that you normally don’t show when you’re sober, but when you’re drunk, the influence of alcohol tears away all pretenses and you show your vulnerability and insecurity…”
“I said something, didn’t I?”
Tegoshi pats Shige’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Shige! I was the only one who heard it. So let’s start practicing our dancing first.”
Fifteen minutes later when they’re hard at some club dance tune and Tegoshi has performed a couple of great moves, Shige asks, “Did I complain about ‘Happy Music’ as compared to ‘Gomen ne, Juliet’?”
Tegoshi looks distracted. Shige had been so cute last night crying into his beer and somehow this afternoon he’s mixing cuteness and hotness with his worried eyes and sticking-to-his-chest shirt. It should be pretty easy to get that shirt off. It looks like it wants to come off. “Ne, Shige, you should do an impersonation of ‘Gomen ne, Juliet’.”
Shige laughs. “What!”
“Do it, Shige! Come on! You did a Polaroid for PhotoShigenic! Plus you’ve always envied how Yamashita-kun performs it so now you can see how well you would do at it.”
“I won’t do it. I’ll definitely not do it. Ever.” But just then Tegoshi changes the music to ‘Gomen ne, Juliet’ and Shige can’t stop himself from performing the first few opening moves. Tegoshi claps and wolf whistles. “Shige! Do the Pacific con routine!”
“Get me a fountain of water!” Shige replies, wriggling his legs.
Tegoshi eyes that shirt. It’s definitely going to come off.
“This is the part where Yamashita-kun strips?” Shige says, his hand going to his first button. “And then the fans start screaming so loudly that we can record them backstage!”
“It is, it is,” Tegoshi says, trying not to sound too mindless. “Take it off, Shige.”
“Yamashita-kun is amazing, ne,” sighs Shige as he unbuttons his shirt and gives a hot, after-sex look. Tegoshi giggles and whistles even louder.
“Uh, what are you guys doing?” someone says from the door and they both freeze. Massu comes forward slowly and takes in the scene; Tegoshi squatting in front of Shige whose shirt is half unbuttoned. He’d thought the bathroom scene was weird enough but this? Looks a little too kinky for general good.
Tegoshi snaps out of it first. “Shige is performing ‘Gomen ne, Juliet’!”
Massu blinks. “Including the stripping part?”
“The stripping part is important,” Tegoshi says firmly.
“It makes fans scream,” Shige says. They exchange a quick, knowing look like silent conspirators.
Massu decides to let it go. It’s Tegoshi and Shige, after all. “I’ll be alone for dinner tonight so I was going to ask if the two of you wanted to join me.”
“I think I better stay and practice more,” says Shige.
“Me too,” Tegoshi adjoins quickly.
“Koyama is free though, I’m sure he’ll join you.”
“Okay,” says Massu, and continues standing there. Tegoshi and Shige both look at him, willing him away with twin stares of weight. Massu stares back uncomprehendingly. “Aren’t you going to continue dancing?”
Tegoshi coughs, “I think you should go and find Kei-chan, ne.”
“Oh, right,” says Massu, finally getting that they don’t want him around. “I’ll go find him. Enjoy dancing.”
As he walks out, he decides he can’t be blamed for thinking that there’s something strange afoot.
Back in the dance room, Tegoshi and Shige look at each other. There’s something in Tegoshi’s eyes that makes Shige hot and cold at the same time, as though the heady fun of impersonating Yamapi was dampened and dissolved by Massu’s sudden entrance, clearing the way for him to realise expressions in Tegoshi’s face that he hadn’t noticed before. It’s almost like what he saw in the bathroom, and yet not that exactly, and suddenly he feels confused because this is Tegoshi and Tegoshi would never look at him like that.
Then Tegoshi purses his lips and blows out a slow breath through them, and Shige thinks he wouldn’t mind kissing those lips if so asked.
“What are you looking at, Shige?” Tegoshi asks, and his voice is very low, quiet.
Shige doesn’t answer because he doesn’t know how.
Tegoshi gets to his feet and moves closer, and his breath is warm on Shige’s neck, his eyes large and incredibly appealing. “You know,” he says after a moment, “I don’t know why, but Shige makes me feel sometimes that I could be going mad. Literally mad.”
That’s not the most complimentary thing that has ever been said to Shige, but Tegoshi links their hands together and they’re so close that he can feel the pressure of Tegoshi’s skin against his. Before he can begin to raise any objections, Tegoshi’s mouth is on his and it tastes of sweetness and the carbonated energy drink of ten minutes ago and Tegoshi sighs into his mouth and it’s amazing and impossible and somehow right and wrong at the same time and now, more of right, so much more of right.
Point 6 of O:MTSA
Steal moments between performances Delight fans during concerts with fanservice
Fanservice is a way of life for most of them, and they’ve been drilled from young to practice it whenever possible. However, the reason why it’s called fanservice is because they’re servicing the fans, and when they’re servicing the fans, it’s only logical to assume that the fans are there to see what’s going on. Which is why Shige isn’t sure why Tegoshi is still calling it fanservice when they’re stuck up against the wall in their dressing room exchanging sloppy hurried kisses before someone comes in.
Not that he really cares though, especially when Tegoshi makes that high, whiny, needy sound at the back of his throat that makes Shige very glad that the costumes they’re wearing are baggy enough to hide all the important things.
“You’re due on stage in one minute,” he says breathlessly, pulling away.
“That means we have enough time for another round!” Tegoshi says, his eyes bright, and Shige doesn’t have the heart to refuse him (this is ridiculous, he has always prided himself on being the one person who could resist Tegoshi’s charms and now he’s been conned into it like everyone else. Though it’s rather comforting to know that Tegoshi can’t really seem to resist him either).
Then someone comes in and immediately, in a rustle of material, Tegoshi is about five feet away from him. The staff member peers at them curiously. “Tegoshi-san, you’re due on in thirty seconds.”
“I’ll be there,” Tegoshi assures her.
Shige feels the empty space around him acutely, but in a moment Tegoshi fills it again with the warmth of his arms and lips. “Ne, Shige,” he says, “hold my hand on stage, okay?”
He winks and rustles out.
Shige thinks that there is no way that would happen, absolutely no way because he’s not even into fanservice. He doesn’t go around hugging or kissing members and he’s uptight enough to have avoided a hand clasp from Ryo before. The members jokingly call him ‘untouchable’. He agrees, and he doesn’t particularly want to known as a fanservice whore. But when he’s on stage and they’re singing ‘Hadashi no Cinderella Boy’ and he turns around to discover Tegoshi standing beside him with a gigantic smile and shining eyes, he finds himself reaching out involuntarily to touch the person who has unwittingly become so much to him.
Tegoshi returns his touch with a grip that surprises him with its strength. “Shige! Shige!” he calls in place of ‘dang’, and his face is alive with joy and then they’re laughing and the members and fans are joining in the shouting of Shige’s name. Shige knows that fifteen minutes later, during Ryo’s solo, they’ll probably find themselves again in the dressing room among the costumes seeking fevered heat and the friction of wet, yearning tongues but he thinks that this moment, holding Tegoshi’s hand and watching him express his love through song, could possibly be as full and rich as the other.
Point 7 to infinity of O:MTSA
Spend all day…you know what. Screw strikethroughs. Spend all day in bed, go to sleep, and wake up to spend another day shamelessly in bed
For once, they decide to spend the day in Shige’s apartment instead of being holed up in some corner of the Jimusho figuring out how to be awesome. Shige attempts to make omurice according to a recipe he found on the internet, but he fails hopelessly and Tegoshi laughs at him, suggests that they call in pizza instead. Shige sighs; there has to be a problem with the modern world in which home-cooked food is more expensive and troublesome than ordering in, but he’s hungry and pizza sounds good.
They don’t make it far enough to the call, though. Tegoshi decides that doing something distracting with his mouth and hips is infinitely preferable to eating pizza, and Shige agrees from the bottom of his heart.
“We can always eat pizza later when we’re hungry, ne,” says Tegoshi. “I want Shige now.”
Shige thinks that it’s pretty charming, this bluntness, since he has been in three relationships before, two of them heterosexual, and in none of them has his partner been as frank as Tegoshi. But then Tegoshi pulls him over to the bedroom and kisses him again and he finds that it’s better to give up thinking in favour of focusing on the very enjoyable present.
“Isn’t this awesome?” Tegoshi says a little dreamily as they scoot up the bed and lie side by side, exchanging slow wet kisses. “And wasn’t that awesome? Holding hands and singing your name in front of everyone? I want to do that always. To show everyone how wonderful Shige is.”
“You’re not going to do it all the time,” Shige interrupts, momentarily horrified at the thought of having his name shouted during ‘Hadashi no Cinderella Boy’ in every concert hereafter.
Tegoshi giggles and kisses Shige’s nose. “Cute.”
Shige responds by undoing Tegoshi’s pants with a practiced hand that draws the admiring comment, “You’re good at this!” before slipping his hand around Tegoshi’s half-hard cock. Tegoshi sighs a little and Shige moves down to draw his tongue over it, kiss it lightly and teasingly, suck the head.
“Oh, Shige,” Tegoshi breathes, settling his fingers in Shige’s hair and watching him through eyes that reminds Shige, in a rush of hot and delightful pleasure, that they’re really here together in this quiet apartment with the traffic moving on the streets below and it has to be one of the strangest, most familiar, craziest, sanest things that has ever happened to him.
“Better than ‘Lollipop Fetishes’?” he says teasingly as he moves back up to kiss along Tegoshi’s jaw.
“Much, much better,” agrees Tegoshi whole-heartedly. “And a million times better than ‘Whips and Chains’. Shige, that was really lame.”
“It’s not my fault that Nishikido-kun lends me lame stuff.”
“I’ve got one that I borrowed from Akanishi-kun, it’s called ‘Bursting Tongue Out…’ oh, do that again.”
Shige generously grinds his hips against Tegoshi’s again and they both gasp together. Tegoshi pulls at Shige’s pants. “Off, off.”
In a couple of minutes both pairs of pants and underwear are heaped on the floor and Tegoshi is moaning little, happy moans as Shige wraps his leg around his hip and rubs against him.
“Shige,” says Tegoshi, almost out of his mind with pleasure, “if you don’t do it within the next thirty seconds I’m going…to make you…stand under a cold shower for half an hour making sexy faces at me.”
Shige laughs and Tegoshi opens his eyes to scowl, only to close them again in satisfaction as Shige coats his fingers and presses one gently into him. Tegoshi remains still, breathing heavily on Shige’s neck, as Shige works in another finger and stretches him slowly. It’s the closest you can get to heaven, Tegoshi thinks, almost the closest…then Shige removes his hand and he whines at the loss until Shige puts a little foil-wrapped packet into his hand. “Do me the honours.”
Tegoshi obliges with trembling fingers, rolling it over Shige’s erection (a rather large one, he thinks admiringly), then turns himself on his stomach and holds up his ass invitingly. “Come on, Shige. The half hour will become an hour and you’ll be frozen.”
“I have never fucked someone with so many threats hanging over my head before,” Shige grumbles, but the head of his cock is nudging into Tegoshi’s pliant body and in a moment they forget everything. “You okay?” Shige asks breathlessly.
Tegoshi nods against the pillow and moans as Shige pulls out and pushes back in, fingers tight on his hips as Tegoshi’s insides clamp maddeningly around his hardness. “Oh god, Shige, faster…” and Shige ups his speed, pounding hard and sure into Tegoshi as he leans over to cover the nape of his neck with kisses. It’s hot and right and incredible and Tegoshi is biting the pillow, incoherent cries dragging from his throat, and Shige leans down, his voice lower than usual, “Don’t give that pillow the benefit of your mouth. Kiss me.”
Tegoshi obediently tilts his head and meets Shige’s mouth, breathing “Shige” against his lips, and Shige is hitting time and again that spot inside him that feels as though it’s holding all the pleasure his body is capable of, and just once more, twice, three times…
The loud, glorious sound of his name on Tegoshi’s lips as Tegoshi jerks and spills onto the bedspread, fingers grasping tight onto the pillow, is possibly the most erotic thing Shige has ever heard. He grips Tegoshi’s hips almost convulsively and drives into him harder, faster, more erratic, harder faster deeper until the world melts into brilliant light and all he can do is groan deeply, rolling his hips against Tegoshi’s as he rides out his orgasm.
In the unreal after moments, Shige doesn’t grasp that Tegoshi has removed both their shirts until Tegoshi’s mouth is moving lingeringly across his chest, kissing and licking him lightly. “Don’t think this will get you out of washing my bed sheet,” Shige says tiredly.
Tegoshi grins suggestively at him. “Let’s wash it tomorrow instead. That’ll be more efficient.”
Shige swats him.
Tegoshi wraps an arm around Shige’s chest and they snuggle together for a few moments. “Ne, Shige?” says Tegoshi.
“Mmm?”
“From now on, just for you, I’ll wear an underwear under my bathrobe.”
“That has to be the sweetest thing anyone ever said to me.”
“Hey. I am giving up my freedom for you.”
“So Tegoshi-kun will never be free again?”
Tegoshi curls his fingers on Shige’s chest, “ ‘The prison unto which we doom ourselves, no prison is.’ ”
They’re quiet again. Then, softly, “This is pretty awesome, isn’t it?”
Shige laughs and turns his head, nipping lightly at Tegoshi’s bottom lip. “You asked that already.”
end