[TakkiPi] Dibs
Yamashita is so innocent, he doesn’t even flinch when Takki reaches out to hold his hand as they stroll down the street. Instead, Yamashita looks up and smiles sweetly, a little bounce in his step as he swings their arms. Takki manages to tear his eyes away from Yamashita’s pouty lips and the way his hair perfectly frames his face, but he can’t ignore the way the younger boy’s soft hand fits perfectly in his.
“Takizawa-senpai, where are we going?” Yamashita chirps happily.
Takki swallows. “Just ‘Takki’, okay?”
-
The months kind of fly by and Takki has made a point to treat Yamashita every week, to everyone else’s jealousy. Having become very close over the last few months, they talk all the time about everything under the sun (and moon). Sometimes Takki will feel sad because all they’ve ever done is hold hands, but then Yamashita will smile at him and he’ll forget whatever he was worried about.
When Yamashita’s little friend Nishikido appears, Takki feels like strangling a junior for the first time ever. Sure, the kind’s tiny and has a huge smile, but Takki has seen maniacal expressions on his face and that’s just freaky. He’s sure Nishikido’s mind must be twice that of his age, because he’s seen the boy leave a lingering hand on poor little Yamashita’s shoulder; Nishikido smiling lewdly. So he does what any intelligent person would do - claims dibs.
In one of the main rooms, there is a bulletin board where senpais will occasionally post information about gatherings, and performers will write good-luck notes to each other. Takki looks around furtively one day, making sure the room is empty, and pins a small index card to an obscure corner of the board. He steps back, admiring his work.
ATTN: EVERYBODY
Yamashita Tomohisa is mine.
-Takki
(The next day, Takki’s claim was the buzz of the Jimusho.
Tsubasa: “Ah. Wow.”
Senpais: “Ahh, Takki really loves Yamashita-kun, doesn’t he!”
Juniors: “What’s so special about Yamashita?” “I want Takki to like me too!”)
-
There were moments that drove Takki to finally make a move-
“Even if you call dibs,” Nishikido says smugly, “it doesn’t matter if he makes a move and chooses someone else.”
Takki snorts derisively, hating Nishikido’s smirk. “You think he’ll choose you.”
Nishikido crosses his arms across his chest. “Of course.”
It’s said that Takki gets along with everyone, is extremely good-natured, and loves his juniors, but he realizes that one can’t get along with everybody, especially little punks who are much too full of themselves. “I’m going to tell you something,” he says, smiling. “You are like four feet tall, seriously underdeveloped, and have zero sex appeal, you small child. But you can think what you want.” He walks away as Ryo splutters and swears that the next person to call him short will get hell for life.
Takki figures that he has to do something before that evil little kid rapes his precious Yamashita.
Yamashita was a very popular Johnny, Takki notes. He had another close little friend, Akanishi-kun. Despite being older and taller than both Yamashita and Nishikido, he was kind of an idiot, so Takki didn’t worry.
One day Takki opens a dressing room door intending to find Yamashita and treat him as usual. He’s surprised to find Yamashita asleep, and even more surprised to see Akanishi squished onto the couch with him. Their noses are practically touching and Akanishi has an arm thrown over Yamashita’s small body, so Takki extracts Akanishi very carefully and sets him down on the sofa next door. (Akanishi manages to slap him in the face on the way, mumbling incoherently in his sleep.)
“Hey,” Takki whispers, sitting on the edge of the seat, poking Yamashita lightly in the side.
“Jin?” Yamashita mumbles, eyes still closed. Takki pokes him again, frowning a little, and watches his eyes flutter open. “Takki!” he says happily, wrapping his arms tightly around his senpai’s waist. Takki feels his heart become warmer and he smiles down at the pretty boy, smoothing back his soft hair.
“Hey, Takki,” Yamashita says curiously, “What are ‘dibs’ for?”
“It’s so everyone knows you’re my favorite,” Takki says simply, honestly.
Yamashita smiles and hugs him just a little bit tighter.
-
“Here we are!” Takki says energetically as he welcomes Yamashita to his home. His parents happen to be out of town, so he’d invited Yamashita over to bake some cookies. Yamashita’s eyes had lit up at the proposition; Takki knew the boy could never resist food. (Sometimes he worried that Nishikido would take advantage to this, the sneaky, dirty little brat. He’d starve little Yamashita and force the poor boy down on him for rice.)
They get to work; Yamashita accidentally wipes flour on his face, Takki adds a little too much sugar, and they end up eating half the chocolate chips right out of the package. It only takes seven minutes to bake a tray of cookies, so they manage to finish four trays within an hour.
“Mmm!” Yamashita grins. “Smells so good!” He begins loading fresh cookies onto the plate Takki hands him, and Takki tells him to take a seat on the couch while he pours glasses of milk. Yamashita leans back on the cushions, comfortably munching on a cookie (mm, tasty!) when something catches his eye: a scantily clad woman kneeling with her knees apart, one hand on her breast, aiming a smoldering look out of the cover of a magazine. Yamashita’s eyes widen a little, and he tilts his head to get a closer look.
“Ah!” Takki exclaims, entering the room, and Yamashita jumps about thirteen feet. “I left that out!” Yamashita immediately turns his eyes to the ground and doesn’t know what to say, but Takki flops onto the sofa next to him and smiles mischievously. “What, what?” he asks, punctuating his words with a finger poked into Yamashita’s cheek. “We’re boys, that is what we do.”
Yamashita sneaks a glance at his senpai.
Takki’s smile widens. “Want to look together?”
Yamashita isn’t really sure how it happened. One minute they were happily baking cookies, the next they were excitedly examining porn and Yamashita found himself shifting uneasily because this was only the third time he’d gotten, well, hard. Down there. The first two times he’d been alone and just waited for it to go away, but Takki was lying on his stomach next to him and this was downright embarrassing. The last thing he expected to happen was for Takki to lick him on the side of his nose.
“Wha-?”
Takki smiles again. “You had flour right there.”
Yamashita nods awkwardly. He thinks he got a little harder down there.
Takki pokes him lightly and leans in a bit. “Hey,” he whispers. “Do you know how to make it go away?”
Yamashita looks at him with big, bewildered eyes. Suddenly Takki flips him onto his back and straddles him, watching Yamashita’s eyes grow bigger and hearing him protest weakly. “Takki, what-?”
“Shh,” Takki says soothingly. “I’m teaching you an important lesson. And I promise it’ll be really, really good.” Yamashita tries to push Takki off of him, but Takki is of course bigger and stronger, so the younger boy’s weak pushing does nothing to stop Takki from undoing Yamashita’s pants and pulling them down to the top of his thighs. Yamashita makes a sort of strangled sound in his throat and tries to push Takki off on last time, but Takki swiftly grabs the boy’s hand and wraps it around his erection, effectively helping the boy stroke himself. Yamashita exhales loudly with an “ah!” as he throws his head back in unexpected pleasure, this being the first time he’s ever felt this sensation. Takki moves Yamashita’s hand faster, building heat before he suddenly lets go.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks with that same smile, and Yamashita can’t help but nod, continuing to stroke himself, parting his pretty lips to breathe in little gasps. Takki, who finds this scene extremely hot and thinks he might burst out of his pants, takes the opportunity to unfasten his own belt and jeans, pumping his own length and arching his hips with delight. “Mmm,” he says, before grabbing Yamashita’s warm hand and replacing it on his own erection. He resumes the stroking of the boy’s hardness as Yamashita pumps Takki’s. “See,” Takki gasps out in between the boy’s surprisingly fulfilling motions, “so it gets hard, and you give it what it wants, faster- and faster-” Both of them are breathing erratically and desperately at this point, and Yamashita feels his entire body tense up before he releases himself, coating Takki’s hand with the hot fluid. Takki wraps his hand around the younger boy’s again, speeding up the thrusts so that Takki comes too, and they lie on the floor together, still breathing heavily.
“Takki,” Yamashita breathes.
“Nnn?”
“You’re my favorite.”
Takki finds the energy to softly kiss Yamashita on the nose.
-
“Here.” The next day, Takki hands Ryo a small package of cookies, prettily wrapped in colored plastic.
Ryo glares. “What’s this for?”
“To commemorate the occasion,” Takki says with a wink.
“What occasion?” Ryo demands.
“The day you lost,” Takki says with a gigantic, shiny smile, slightly jerking his head toward Yamashita.
Ryo thinks he might hate Takki.
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