Fic: Sunday Mornings
Title: Sunday Mornings
Pairing/Characters: Maruda (?)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I do not own any of them since they sold themselves to J&A over 10 years ago.
Word Count: 800
Warning: Un-betaed as usual.
Author's Note: Written so that I can finally claim sugiex's candy T___T Fluff Bingo Box: Communication Devices
Ueda thinks he’s in love.
It all started one fine Sunday morning a month ago, when his best friend Taguchi decided to wake him up at 8am by calling him non-stop and leaving non-stop messages on his answering machine when he refused to roll out of bed.
“Tacchan! Are you watching TV now?”
“Remember that I told you a TV crew was filming at the sushi restaurant I was in? It’s going to be shown later! Go switch on the TV now!”
“Even though you’re not answering me I know that you’re probably awake and can’t fall back asleep again! So you might as well just watch it, right?”
“I know you too well, Tacchan! See you at the gym later!”
Knowing that Taguchi was 100% right, Ueda decided to climb out of bed and freshened himself before sinking into the couch.
Stupid Taguchi, he didn’t even tell me which channel or programme it is!
Ueda browsed through the limited programme choices on a Sunday morning impatiently while sipping his coffee. The current installment of the Kamen Rider series seemed tempting (Ueda found the previous one too childish), but he figured that he should probably watch the damn thing lest the other man decides to bug him about it later.
This looks like it, he thinks, as he stops on a channel with colourful fonts on the screen spelling out ‘Majissuka’.
And that was how he fell in love.
Ueda doesn’t really understand why he is attracted to Nakamaru Yuichi. The episode he had chanced upon featured him making sushi, with lots of close ups on his long beautiful fingers. Ueda had been so focused on them that he hadn’t notice that Taguchi had a 3-second scene in the background- something his best friend had chided for especially when he refused to reveal the reason for his lack of attention. But when as he watched the slim elegant hands at work the first thought that came to his mind was how those hands would feel running down his body, touching him in all the right spots and making him all hot and needy.
Since then, he would be seated in front of the television punctually every Sunday morning at 8am. And as he watched Nakamaru go around the various things he was ordered to investigate, he would begin touching himself, imagining Nakamaru’s hands on him and calling out his name when he came.
The episode today involves Nakamaru learning how to do laundry, dressed in a fresh white shirt and nice tight jeans hugging his hips and legs in all the right places. Obviously Ueda doesn’t learn anything about doing laundry (nor does he has any need to, the dry-cleaning shop takes care of it) since all he focuses on is the man on the television screen (not the laundry expert, of course, who by the way, Ueda is amused to note, is named Nakamura Yuichi).
His hand slides into his shorts and he starts to stroke himself slowly, eyes still fixated on the television. He thinks that it is probably wrong to get off on some random celebrity that he only sees on the television once a week for ten minutes, but no one would know anyway, except him. He digs around the couch and happily discovers a tube of strawberry lube between the cushions, which he generously coats on his cock.
“Yuichi…,” he calls, wishing that it was the other man’s hands on him, fondling the head and sliding his thumb down the sensitive underside. His other hand reaches out to dig for his favourite dildo but to his dismay it is nowhere to be found.
Giving a soft sigh, he applies more lube to his fingers and runs them down his crease, gasping a little as he pushes one in tentatively. His other hand is still on his cock, trying to match the rhythm of his finger (maybe the piano that he learnt as a kid has improved his coordination skills, he thinks). He inserts another digit, hips squirming from the pleasure when he hits the spot he’s been looking for.
“Yuichi… make me come,” he whines when he sticks another finger in, fucking himself as quickly as he can without neglecting his cock. He looks up at the television with half-lidded eyes to catches yet another close up on Nakamaru’s hands and he comes hard and fast, crying the other man’s name.
For a few moments Ueda lies still as he recovers, but the phone startles him. He decides to let the answering machine run since the only person that would call him on a Sunday morning was probably Taguchi, and he never calls with anything important.
“Hey Ueda-san, there was a call for you. This TV show called Majissuka or something wants to introduce our gym…”
More A/N: I really need to go on some sort of detox routine after Halloween is over.
Pairing/Characters: Maruda (?)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I do not own any of them since they sold themselves to J&A over 10 years ago.
Word Count: 800
Warning: Un-betaed as usual.
Author's Note: Written so that I can finally claim sugiex's candy T___T Fluff Bingo Box: Communication Devices
Ueda thinks he’s in love.
It all started one fine Sunday morning a month ago, when his best friend Taguchi decided to wake him up at 8am by calling him non-stop and leaving non-stop messages on his answering machine when he refused to roll out of bed.
“Tacchan! Are you watching TV now?”
“Remember that I told you a TV crew was filming at the sushi restaurant I was in? It’s going to be shown later! Go switch on the TV now!”
“Even though you’re not answering me I know that you’re probably awake and can’t fall back asleep again! So you might as well just watch it, right?”
“I know you too well, Tacchan! See you at the gym later!”
Knowing that Taguchi was 100% right, Ueda decided to climb out of bed and freshened himself before sinking into the couch.
Stupid Taguchi, he didn’t even tell me which channel or programme it is!
Ueda browsed through the limited programme choices on a Sunday morning impatiently while sipping his coffee. The current installment of the Kamen Rider series seemed tempting (Ueda found the previous one too childish), but he figured that he should probably watch the damn thing lest the other man decides to bug him about it later.
This looks like it, he thinks, as he stops on a channel with colourful fonts on the screen spelling out ‘Majissuka’.
And that was how he fell in love.
Ueda doesn’t really understand why he is attracted to Nakamaru Yuichi. The episode he had chanced upon featured him making sushi, with lots of close ups on his long beautiful fingers. Ueda had been so focused on them that he hadn’t notice that Taguchi had a 3-second scene in the background- something his best friend had chided for especially when he refused to reveal the reason for his lack of attention. But when as he watched the slim elegant hands at work the first thought that came to his mind was how those hands would feel running down his body, touching him in all the right spots and making him all hot and needy.
Since then, he would be seated in front of the television punctually every Sunday morning at 8am. And as he watched Nakamaru go around the various things he was ordered to investigate, he would begin touching himself, imagining Nakamaru’s hands on him and calling out his name when he came.
The episode today involves Nakamaru learning how to do laundry, dressed in a fresh white shirt and nice tight jeans hugging his hips and legs in all the right places. Obviously Ueda doesn’t learn anything about doing laundry (nor does he has any need to, the dry-cleaning shop takes care of it) since all he focuses on is the man on the television screen (not the laundry expert, of course, who by the way, Ueda is amused to note, is named Nakamura Yuichi).
His hand slides into his shorts and he starts to stroke himself slowly, eyes still fixated on the television. He thinks that it is probably wrong to get off on some random celebrity that he only sees on the television once a week for ten minutes, but no one would know anyway, except him. He digs around the couch and happily discovers a tube of strawberry lube between the cushions, which he generously coats on his cock.
“Yuichi…,” he calls, wishing that it was the other man’s hands on him, fondling the head and sliding his thumb down the sensitive underside. His other hand reaches out to dig for his favourite dildo but to his dismay it is nowhere to be found.
Giving a soft sigh, he applies more lube to his fingers and runs them down his crease, gasping a little as he pushes one in tentatively. His other hand is still on his cock, trying to match the rhythm of his finger (maybe the piano that he learnt as a kid has improved his coordination skills, he thinks). He inserts another digit, hips squirming from the pleasure when he hits the spot he’s been looking for.
“Yuichi… make me come,” he whines when he sticks another finger in, fucking himself as quickly as he can without neglecting his cock. He looks up at the television with half-lidded eyes to catches yet another close up on Nakamaru’s hands and he comes hard and fast, crying the other man’s name.
For a few moments Ueda lies still as he recovers, but the phone startles him. He decides to let the answering machine run since the only person that would call him on a Sunday morning was probably Taguchi, and he never calls with anything important.
“Hey Ueda-san, there was a call for you. This TV show called Majissuka or something wants to introduce our gym…”
More A/N: I really need to go on some sort of detox routine after Halloween is over.