Tired. T___T
Title: In the box
Pairing: Yuumi/MiYuu. It's quite switchable.
Rating: PG-13 (Actually, it's probably a 12A by British standards)
Word count: 2,022
Disclaimer: Not mine. They belong to each other.
Summary: Mizuki's birthday. Yuuta and the team get together to give him a present. Yuuta thinks he might have been the one to receive a gift though.
Mizuki had been dropping hints for about a month now. Yuuta was quite clear as to the fact that it was his manager's birthday, yet he had fretted over a gift for about two weeks. It had finally taken many lists of suggestions from the rest of the team and much random window shopping with them, pointing at any glimpses of purple they saw in the shops window. Once, Yanagisawa had accidentally pointed at a rather large purple dress; the team had contemplated whether Mizuki would find it as funny as they, or just be highly offended and pump up their training regime. They had eventually decided not to risk it.
The brisk May morning that Mizuki walked out to was perfect. He was in an entirely good mood, and everything seemed to pull off perfectly; the club, both the regulars and the rest of the club were working well apparently. Mizuki suddenly frowned; Atsushi should have followed through that swing for full impact. That wasn't a mistake he was likely to make. He hurried over to correct the boy, before seeing an awful shot out of his peripheral vision. He turned and bustled over there. It was, concluded the SeiRu manager, not a perfect day after all. Everyone seemed to be making the most amateurish mistakes.
Practically flying around the courts with his hair getting rather more frenzied as Mizuki tried to get everyone to do as he told them, the boy puffed angrily at his team. Even Akazawa-buchou was incapable of listening to him! During his frantic hair-pulling sessions and frustrated correcting of even the most simple matters (how to grip a racket, indeed!), the boy failed to notice the hidden little smiles his team mates sent each other. Huffing at twenty minutes before the first lesson, Mizuki placed his fists on his hips, quite perplexed and annoyed. He hadn't accomplished anything worthwhile this session. He scowled at them all.
"You can't be angry at us, Mizuki-san! It's your birthday!" called Kaneda, hauling with the captain a rather large box. Mizuki eyed them suspiciously. And then glared at the regulars to make sure that they knew that they were in trouble. Deep trouble. He did, however, appreciate the rather shiny wrapping paper on the rather large box. He approached it with caution though.
As the team crowded around, Mizuki slid his hand under one of the taped flaps. "Give me a clue," he said, looking at the mischievous faces surrounding him. No one said a word, and he mock-growled at them, before delicately opening the wrapping. The plain box was easy to open too, and Mizuki found himself faced with a box full of purple and white confetti. Just before he pushed his hands through it, the confetti shifted; Mizuki narrowed his eyes at it. Suddenly, purple and white erupted everywhere, and Mizuki gave an ungainly squawk. He could hear laughter around him, and as he swatted confetti out of his hair, he discovered that he was face to face with a confetti-covered Fuji Yuuta.
"Happy birthday Mizuki-san!" Yuuta had an annoyingly large grin plastered across his face.
Mizuki couldn't help chuckling at his team, as they joined in with the birthday wishes, clapping him across his back. "I hope I'm not the one clearing this off the courts," he mentioned, helping to drag Yuuta out of the box. "So you're my present, hmm?" he smiled a wicked little smile which made Yuuta shiver. He hadn't bargained for this when he had volunteered to get in the box.
--
Although the team regulars had already presented Mizuki with his real presents, most of which were fluffy, purple, or both, Yuuta had promised to come over to his room with his contribution later. The light rap on Mizuki's door enlightened him to the arrival of Yuuta, and Mizuki flicked it open expectantly. Yuuta grinned shyly back at him. As he lifted an extraordinarily light box into Mizuki's room, the older boy raised an eyebrow. "Nobody hiding in this one then, I presume?" he asked, unwrapping the gift delicately.
A large mass of purple fabric appeared before his eyes, and Mizuki blinked a few times. Yuuta looked vaguely worried for just a moment. Mizuki reached in and scooped out large masses of purple, his confused face turning into a delighted one as he realised that he was, in fact, holding large amounts of a giant, squishy beanbag. He promptly stuck in on the floor right below his window and flopped gracefully into it. "Yuuta-kun! It's lovely!" he grinned, patting the small space next to him.
Yuuta shut the door and snorted. "Mizuki-san! It's big, but there's not enough space on there for two of us." He was, however, contradicted when Mizuki grabbed his trousers around the thigh area and pulled him down to tumble into Mizuki's lap. "Mizuki-san!" Yuuta squeaked. It was with patience that the older boy readjusted the blushing Yuuta's limbs so that Yuuta was straddled across his legs and facing him.
"It's my birthday, and you were my present, so you have to do what I say," the Third Year commented, wrapping his arms around Yuuta's waist. The younger boy flushed, and wriggled; this wasn't what two boys with a good platonic relationship went around doing! "Yuuta," Mizuki spoke with that firm tone that said that he was going to be cross in a moment. "Kiss me."
Yuuta spluttered. "What?!" Platonic relationship, yes?
"Kiss me," Mizuki repeated. "Are you my present or aren't you?" Yuuta flushed red all the way down to his neck. His sempai was leaning into the beanbag, looking far too comfortable for Yuuta to even comprehend, and waiting the closed eyes. The boy ducked his head awkwardly, and then quickly placed a peck on Mizuki's cheek, before attempting to stand up and escape.
"Yuuta." A firm pair of arms latched onto his hips and dragged him back down again. The boy shivered; Mizuki had used that tone of voice. He glanced at Mizuki, and was startled to find anger, impatience, shock and disappointment all obvious in his injured face; the level of feeling on the manager's face was so... open. Mizuki didn't usually show many of his true feelings. Yuuta meekly sat in Mizuki's lap. "Properly," Mizuki instructed, hands curling so that his grip on Yuuta tightened.
The Second Year flushed, and leaned forward very slowly. He licked his lips nervously, before placing them, slightly damp, on Mizuki's. Mizuki's lips were better taken care of than his. They were soft, and full. He tilted his head a little too much and their teeth clicked; Yuuta started a little at that. The older boy made a pleased noise, and Yuuta felt the sound reverberate out through Mizuki's mouth and into his own. He shivered, and drew back hesitantly.
"It was a little sloppy," Mizuki admonished, but with a little gleam in his eyes, "But it was only our first kiss. I'm sure we'll have plenty of practice." His casual tone made Yuuta stare, bewildered, at him. Practice? Kiss? What?! Mizuki's arms moved to both wrap around his back, and pull him closer. Yuuta could admit to himself that normal friends didn't do... things like this, but relations with Mizuki were always a little touchy-feely. Not that Yuuta was a touchy-feely sort of person, but Mizuki always seemed to make him feel guilty if he didn't comply with Mizuki's little pats, or squeezes, or overly-fond hugs.
Yuuta had an epiphany. And then felt entirely dumb for not having realised it far, far sooner.
The boy stared at Mizuki. Mizuki stared straight back, with a little tilt to one eyebrow. Even that seemed to make Yuuta a little happier. He wasn't entirely sure why, yet. His manager cupped Yuuta's face in one hand, and held it firm as this time, he leaned forward and kissed Yuuta. No clicking of teeth or starting this time, and the younger boy found himself making a rather similar sound to the one Mizuki had made earlier.
Yuuta's hands were somehow wound around Mizuki's shoulders, neck, hands tangled in the soft, fluffy hair, and Mizuki's hands had moved down to place themselves across Yuuta's thighs. He swallowed, then slid his own hands over Mizuki's, wrapping them around the older boy's, and giving a light squeeze. He was rewarded with a light pressure returned.
When they parted, Mizuki leaned his forehead forward so that his touched Yuuta's. "Thank you for the present," he smiled; Yuuta wasn't entirely sure whether he meant the beanbag, the kiss, or something else entirely. The Third Year straightened up. "This beanbag's very comfortable, Yuuta-kun. You should try it." Suddenly, Yuuta found himself being rolled over, and squeaked, feeling the small polystyrene balls shift beneath him., and on his back on the indeed very comfortable beanbag. Mizuki was leaning on him now, and the warmth from the length of their bodies touching was somehow very comforting.
Mizuki squirmed over Yuuta's chest, and a contented sigh was already out of Yuuta's mouth before he realised it, as Mizuki nuzzled his head into the warm expanse of Yuuta's neck and started small kisses there. "Yuuta-kun," he whispered between each moist kiss, "Yuuta-kun, Yuuta-kun, Yuuta-kun."
"Mizuki-san," Yuuta found himself mewling in return, and the pleased look on Mizuki's face made Yuuta's stomach decide to become a gymnast. He ran his hands through the softness of Mizuki's hair, wondering whether this was still a platonic relationship. Probably not. He wasn't minding very much though.
Mizuki chuckled. "You want to bunk over tonight?" The question was the same one he asked every time Yuuta did end up bunking over, but somehow, Yuuta knew it wouldn't be two boys fighting for space on a small bed, lying with perhaps only an arm flung over the other because of lack of space to put said arm. He nodded his affirmative, and Mizuki kissed his 'of course' right off his lips, and inserted his tongue. Yuuta gasped at the unexpected -but not unwelcome- intrusion and experimentally sucked, moving his own tongue around it. Mizuki's small pleasured noises thrilled Yuuta.
It was crazy that someone like Mizuki-san, who was perfect in every possible way, could be made happy by someone like him, klutzy and awkward, and that he could make Mizuki-san happy... in turn made him feel rather happy. Mizuki made a little movement with his hands, trapped under Yuuta's body, and Yuuta knew just what Mizuki-san wanted without even saying anything. He boldly wrapped his legs around Mizuki's waist, watching with fierce pride the wide grin spread sweetly across Mizuki's face, as the older boy carried him across to the bathroom.
Somehow, doing ordinary, mundane things such as brushing your teeth, and washing your face, became far less mundane when there was someone like Mizuki-san standing behind you. Feeling the weight and warmth of Mizuki's head and the tickly strands of hair on his neck whilst he brushed made Yuuta feel safe. Looking into the mirror directly opposite, mounted on the bathroom cabinet and seeing Mizuki behind him, brushing his teeth and managing to wear the most adorable look of lust at the same time made Yuuta feel wanted. Having his flannel snatched out of his hands and then his face scrubbed thoroughly right down to inside the shell of his ears made Yuuta feel incredibly cared for.
When the lights went off, and Yuuta curled into the far side of Mizuki's bed, feeling Mizuki's solid chest against his back, one arm wriggling beneath him and the other draped over his hip felt very much like belonging. "Mm, I think I will take you on our first date this weekend, Yuuta-kun," commented a soft voice just behind his ear. That Mizuki-san was already planning for their first date made him feel very prioritised. It took a lot to be at the top of Mizuki's list of priorities, and he felt honoured and pleased to be there.
"Night Mizuki-san," Yuuta whispered, taking Mizuki's hand in his own. "Happy birthday." Just before he drifted off to a comfortable sleep, he thought he heard a sleepy murmur.
"T'was very happy, Yuut'-kun."
Pairing: Yuumi/MiYuu. It's quite switchable.
Rating: PG-13 (Actually, it's probably a 12A by British standards)
Word count: 2,022
Disclaimer: Not mine. They belong to each other.
Summary: Mizuki's birthday. Yuuta and the team get together to give him a present. Yuuta thinks he might have been the one to receive a gift though.
Mizuki had been dropping hints for about a month now. Yuuta was quite clear as to the fact that it was his manager's birthday, yet he had fretted over a gift for about two weeks. It had finally taken many lists of suggestions from the rest of the team and much random window shopping with them, pointing at any glimpses of purple they saw in the shops window. Once, Yanagisawa had accidentally pointed at a rather large purple dress; the team had contemplated whether Mizuki would find it as funny as they, or just be highly offended and pump up their training regime. They had eventually decided not to risk it.
The brisk May morning that Mizuki walked out to was perfect. He was in an entirely good mood, and everything seemed to pull off perfectly; the club, both the regulars and the rest of the club were working well apparently. Mizuki suddenly frowned; Atsushi should have followed through that swing for full impact. That wasn't a mistake he was likely to make. He hurried over to correct the boy, before seeing an awful shot out of his peripheral vision. He turned and bustled over there. It was, concluded the SeiRu manager, not a perfect day after all. Everyone seemed to be making the most amateurish mistakes.
Practically flying around the courts with his hair getting rather more frenzied as Mizuki tried to get everyone to do as he told them, the boy puffed angrily at his team. Even Akazawa-buchou was incapable of listening to him! During his frantic hair-pulling sessions and frustrated correcting of even the most simple matters (how to grip a racket, indeed!), the boy failed to notice the hidden little smiles his team mates sent each other. Huffing at twenty minutes before the first lesson, Mizuki placed his fists on his hips, quite perplexed and annoyed. He hadn't accomplished anything worthwhile this session. He scowled at them all.
"You can't be angry at us, Mizuki-san! It's your birthday!" called Kaneda, hauling with the captain a rather large box. Mizuki eyed them suspiciously. And then glared at the regulars to make sure that they knew that they were in trouble. Deep trouble. He did, however, appreciate the rather shiny wrapping paper on the rather large box. He approached it with caution though.
As the team crowded around, Mizuki slid his hand under one of the taped flaps. "Give me a clue," he said, looking at the mischievous faces surrounding him. No one said a word, and he mock-growled at them, before delicately opening the wrapping. The plain box was easy to open too, and Mizuki found himself faced with a box full of purple and white confetti. Just before he pushed his hands through it, the confetti shifted; Mizuki narrowed his eyes at it. Suddenly, purple and white erupted everywhere, and Mizuki gave an ungainly squawk. He could hear laughter around him, and as he swatted confetti out of his hair, he discovered that he was face to face with a confetti-covered Fuji Yuuta.
"Happy birthday Mizuki-san!" Yuuta had an annoyingly large grin plastered across his face.
Mizuki couldn't help chuckling at his team, as they joined in with the birthday wishes, clapping him across his back. "I hope I'm not the one clearing this off the courts," he mentioned, helping to drag Yuuta out of the box. "So you're my present, hmm?" he smiled a wicked little smile which made Yuuta shiver. He hadn't bargained for this when he had volunteered to get in the box.
--
Although the team regulars had already presented Mizuki with his real presents, most of which were fluffy, purple, or both, Yuuta had promised to come over to his room with his contribution later. The light rap on Mizuki's door enlightened him to the arrival of Yuuta, and Mizuki flicked it open expectantly. Yuuta grinned shyly back at him. As he lifted an extraordinarily light box into Mizuki's room, the older boy raised an eyebrow. "Nobody hiding in this one then, I presume?" he asked, unwrapping the gift delicately.
A large mass of purple fabric appeared before his eyes, and Mizuki blinked a few times. Yuuta looked vaguely worried for just a moment. Mizuki reached in and scooped out large masses of purple, his confused face turning into a delighted one as he realised that he was, in fact, holding large amounts of a giant, squishy beanbag. He promptly stuck in on the floor right below his window and flopped gracefully into it. "Yuuta-kun! It's lovely!" he grinned, patting the small space next to him.
Yuuta shut the door and snorted. "Mizuki-san! It's big, but there's not enough space on there for two of us." He was, however, contradicted when Mizuki grabbed his trousers around the thigh area and pulled him down to tumble into Mizuki's lap. "Mizuki-san!" Yuuta squeaked. It was with patience that the older boy readjusted the blushing Yuuta's limbs so that Yuuta was straddled across his legs and facing him.
"It's my birthday, and you were my present, so you have to do what I say," the Third Year commented, wrapping his arms around Yuuta's waist. The younger boy flushed, and wriggled; this wasn't what two boys with a good platonic relationship went around doing! "Yuuta," Mizuki spoke with that firm tone that said that he was going to be cross in a moment. "Kiss me."
Yuuta spluttered. "What?!" Platonic relationship, yes?
"Kiss me," Mizuki repeated. "Are you my present or aren't you?" Yuuta flushed red all the way down to his neck. His sempai was leaning into the beanbag, looking far too comfortable for Yuuta to even comprehend, and waiting the closed eyes. The boy ducked his head awkwardly, and then quickly placed a peck on Mizuki's cheek, before attempting to stand up and escape.
"Yuuta." A firm pair of arms latched onto his hips and dragged him back down again. The boy shivered; Mizuki had used that tone of voice. He glanced at Mizuki, and was startled to find anger, impatience, shock and disappointment all obvious in his injured face; the level of feeling on the manager's face was so... open. Mizuki didn't usually show many of his true feelings. Yuuta meekly sat in Mizuki's lap. "Properly," Mizuki instructed, hands curling so that his grip on Yuuta tightened.
The Second Year flushed, and leaned forward very slowly. He licked his lips nervously, before placing them, slightly damp, on Mizuki's. Mizuki's lips were better taken care of than his. They were soft, and full. He tilted his head a little too much and their teeth clicked; Yuuta started a little at that. The older boy made a pleased noise, and Yuuta felt the sound reverberate out through Mizuki's mouth and into his own. He shivered, and drew back hesitantly.
"It was a little sloppy," Mizuki admonished, but with a little gleam in his eyes, "But it was only our first kiss. I'm sure we'll have plenty of practice." His casual tone made Yuuta stare, bewildered, at him. Practice? Kiss? What?! Mizuki's arms moved to both wrap around his back, and pull him closer. Yuuta could admit to himself that normal friends didn't do... things like this, but relations with Mizuki were always a little touchy-feely. Not that Yuuta was a touchy-feely sort of person, but Mizuki always seemed to make him feel guilty if he didn't comply with Mizuki's little pats, or squeezes, or overly-fond hugs.
Yuuta had an epiphany. And then felt entirely dumb for not having realised it far, far sooner.
The boy stared at Mizuki. Mizuki stared straight back, with a little tilt to one eyebrow. Even that seemed to make Yuuta a little happier. He wasn't entirely sure why, yet. His manager cupped Yuuta's face in one hand, and held it firm as this time, he leaned forward and kissed Yuuta. No clicking of teeth or starting this time, and the younger boy found himself making a rather similar sound to the one Mizuki had made earlier.
Yuuta's hands were somehow wound around Mizuki's shoulders, neck, hands tangled in the soft, fluffy hair, and Mizuki's hands had moved down to place themselves across Yuuta's thighs. He swallowed, then slid his own hands over Mizuki's, wrapping them around the older boy's, and giving a light squeeze. He was rewarded with a light pressure returned.
When they parted, Mizuki leaned his forehead forward so that his touched Yuuta's. "Thank you for the present," he smiled; Yuuta wasn't entirely sure whether he meant the beanbag, the kiss, or something else entirely. The Third Year straightened up. "This beanbag's very comfortable, Yuuta-kun. You should try it." Suddenly, Yuuta found himself being rolled over, and squeaked, feeling the small polystyrene balls shift beneath him., and on his back on the indeed very comfortable beanbag. Mizuki was leaning on him now, and the warmth from the length of their bodies touching was somehow very comforting.
Mizuki squirmed over Yuuta's chest, and a contented sigh was already out of Yuuta's mouth before he realised it, as Mizuki nuzzled his head into the warm expanse of Yuuta's neck and started small kisses there. "Yuuta-kun," he whispered between each moist kiss, "Yuuta-kun, Yuuta-kun, Yuuta-kun."
"Mizuki-san," Yuuta found himself mewling in return, and the pleased look on Mizuki's face made Yuuta's stomach decide to become a gymnast. He ran his hands through the softness of Mizuki's hair, wondering whether this was still a platonic relationship. Probably not. He wasn't minding very much though.
Mizuki chuckled. "You want to bunk over tonight?" The question was the same one he asked every time Yuuta did end up bunking over, but somehow, Yuuta knew it wouldn't be two boys fighting for space on a small bed, lying with perhaps only an arm flung over the other because of lack of space to put said arm. He nodded his affirmative, and Mizuki kissed his 'of course' right off his lips, and inserted his tongue. Yuuta gasped at the unexpected -but not unwelcome- intrusion and experimentally sucked, moving his own tongue around it. Mizuki's small pleasured noises thrilled Yuuta.
It was crazy that someone like Mizuki-san, who was perfect in every possible way, could be made happy by someone like him, klutzy and awkward, and that he could make Mizuki-san happy... in turn made him feel rather happy. Mizuki made a little movement with his hands, trapped under Yuuta's body, and Yuuta knew just what Mizuki-san wanted without even saying anything. He boldly wrapped his legs around Mizuki's waist, watching with fierce pride the wide grin spread sweetly across Mizuki's face, as the older boy carried him across to the bathroom.
Somehow, doing ordinary, mundane things such as brushing your teeth, and washing your face, became far less mundane when there was someone like Mizuki-san standing behind you. Feeling the weight and warmth of Mizuki's head and the tickly strands of hair on his neck whilst he brushed made Yuuta feel safe. Looking into the mirror directly opposite, mounted on the bathroom cabinet and seeing Mizuki behind him, brushing his teeth and managing to wear the most adorable look of lust at the same time made Yuuta feel wanted. Having his flannel snatched out of his hands and then his face scrubbed thoroughly right down to inside the shell of his ears made Yuuta feel incredibly cared for.
When the lights went off, and Yuuta curled into the far side of Mizuki's bed, feeling Mizuki's solid chest against his back, one arm wriggling beneath him and the other draped over his hip felt very much like belonging. "Mm, I think I will take you on our first date this weekend, Yuuta-kun," commented a soft voice just behind his ear. That Mizuki-san was already planning for their first date made him feel very prioritised. It took a lot to be at the top of Mizuki's list of priorities, and he felt honoured and pleased to be there.
"Night Mizuki-san," Yuuta whispered, taking Mizuki's hand in his own. "Happy birthday." Just before he drifted off to a comfortable sleep, he thought he heard a sleepy murmur.
"T'was very happy, Yuut'-kun."