blow back // Kis-My-Ft2
blow back
Yokoo/Fujigaya
PG-13, 910 words, college-ish AU
"blow back - to blow the smoke from a joint from one persons mouth into anothers"
Yokoo grimaces as he opens the door - the apartment smells like weed again. It's the fourth time that week, and while Yokoo doesn't really care either way about the marijuana, he's starting to worry a little about Fujigaya's habits. He closes the front door quickly behind him, not wanting the smell to get out onto the street, and brings the collar of his coat up to his nose to breathe through while he toes off his shoes and lines them up neatly in the genkan. Fujigaya must've heard the sound of the door closing though, because when he's there grinning at Yokoo when Yokoo looks up.
"Okaeri!" Fujigaya shouts, right in Yokoo's face. When Yokoo grimaces and flaps his hand between them as if to dispel the stench, Fujigaya just giggles.
"Have you been at it all day or something?" Yokoo's brow crinkles in disapproval. "Look how red and puffy your eyes are!"
"I went to class!" reports Fujigaya, looking eminently proud of himself. "Got out of lecture early though. And then the bong was just sitting there calling my name. 'Tai~suke' - like that."
He laughs so happily that Yokoo can't help but smile with him, though he sighs at the same time. "Well, if you would put it away after you're done with it, Tai~suke, it wouldn't call to you."
"But Tama had berry flavored stuff! I had to try it out!"
There's really no getting anything through to Fujigaya when he's like this, so Yokoo just smiles and nods and pats Fujigaya on the head like a puppy. "Okay, okay, I understand. Now let me through, will you?"
Fujigaya steps aside obediently, but at the last moment reaches out and grabs Yokoo by the arm, pulling him to the couch in the living room. The tiny IKEA Lack side table they're using as a coffee table is so overflowing with remotes and DVDs and Fujigaya's weed paraphernalia that Fujigaya's had to set the bong on the ground. Yokoo barely avoids kicking it over as he half falls onto the couch and Fujigaya dives to keep it from falling over, shooting Yokoo a reproachful look.
"You're the one who pulled me over here," Yokoo snorts. "What'd you do that for anyway? Can't you let me put my laptop bag in my room at least?"
"No," insists Fujigaya, "You'll sit down to check reddit or something and then get stuck in there all night as usual. Keep me company. Let's watch a DVD." There's a little pout on his lips and a plaintive note in his voice. It's not very easy to say no to Fujigaya normally; Yokoo finds it impossible now.
"Fine, but we're not watching-" he does a double take at the TV screen, "we're not watching Justin Bieber in concert."
"But I like Bieber-kun!" Still, Fujigaya willingly digs the TV remote out from between the cushions of the couch and hands it to Yokoo to channel surf.
They end up watching some stand up comedy show, and Yokoo has to admit that it's nice and relaxing. Fujigaya, for all his faults, is easy to live with, easy to love. Listening to his laughter somehow makes Yokoo want to indulge the younger man in anything and everything, just so that bright look will stay on his face always.
Yokoo's just about to chide himself for being maudlin when Fujigaya turns and offers him the lighter amiably. "Have a turn?"
"You know I think it's gross."
"Oh c'mon! I'll admit it smells weird but it tastes fine, and you won't think it smells after. Plus it's berry flavored."
"It's not like I haven't tried before you know, but it doesn't do anything for me. It just makes my eyes feel kind of-"
He doesn't see it coming, Fujigaya leans in so quickly, and he's caught halfway through his sentence with his lips still parted. When Fujigaya blows out, Yokoo has no choice but to inhale, the warm berry scent of the smoke and Fujigaya seeping right inside him. It doesn't really taste anything like berries, but it's not as nasty as Yokoo remembered it to be either. He credits Fujigaya's kiss for that. Fujigaya's lips are warm and soft and his tongue slips right in to stroke wetly against Yokoo's, exploring Yokoo's mouth with playful eagerness.
Yokoo's eyes flutter closed and he puts on hand on Fujigaya's shoulder to balance himself because it feels like the world is spinning, spinning. He's been waiting for this for so long, never sure of Fujigaya's feelings because the man's a little overly friendly with everyone, and wanting him all the more badly for that.
He returns the kiss just as eagerly as Fujigaya. There's no finesse, no possible restraint, in the way Yokoo sucks on Fujigaya's tongue or the way he nips at Fujigaya's bottom lip with his teeth so that he can smooth over the hurt with a flick of his tongue. Fujigaya has no restraint either, making throaty sounds of pleasure and twisting his fingers into Yokoo's hair at the back of his neck where it's the longest.
He pulls back when the comedian on TV starts raging about "fat bitches" because it's just too incongruous, but only for long enough to change the channel. It ends up on the Justin Bieber concert again, making Fujigaya giggle against Yokoo's lips. Yokoo figures it'd be more expedient to distract him with kisses than to change the channel again though.
Yokoo/Fujigaya
PG-13, 910 words, college-ish AU
"blow back - to blow the smoke from a joint from one persons mouth into anothers"
Yokoo grimaces as he opens the door - the apartment smells like weed again. It's the fourth time that week, and while Yokoo doesn't really care either way about the marijuana, he's starting to worry a little about Fujigaya's habits. He closes the front door quickly behind him, not wanting the smell to get out onto the street, and brings the collar of his coat up to his nose to breathe through while he toes off his shoes and lines them up neatly in the genkan. Fujigaya must've heard the sound of the door closing though, because when he's there grinning at Yokoo when Yokoo looks up.
"Okaeri!" Fujigaya shouts, right in Yokoo's face. When Yokoo grimaces and flaps his hand between them as if to dispel the stench, Fujigaya just giggles.
"Have you been at it all day or something?" Yokoo's brow crinkles in disapproval. "Look how red and puffy your eyes are!"
"I went to class!" reports Fujigaya, looking eminently proud of himself. "Got out of lecture early though. And then the bong was just sitting there calling my name. 'Tai~suke' - like that."
He laughs so happily that Yokoo can't help but smile with him, though he sighs at the same time. "Well, if you would put it away after you're done with it, Tai~suke, it wouldn't call to you."
"But Tama had berry flavored stuff! I had to try it out!"
There's really no getting anything through to Fujigaya when he's like this, so Yokoo just smiles and nods and pats Fujigaya on the head like a puppy. "Okay, okay, I understand. Now let me through, will you?"
Fujigaya steps aside obediently, but at the last moment reaches out and grabs Yokoo by the arm, pulling him to the couch in the living room. The tiny IKEA Lack side table they're using as a coffee table is so overflowing with remotes and DVDs and Fujigaya's weed paraphernalia that Fujigaya's had to set the bong on the ground. Yokoo barely avoids kicking it over as he half falls onto the couch and Fujigaya dives to keep it from falling over, shooting Yokoo a reproachful look.
"You're the one who pulled me over here," Yokoo snorts. "What'd you do that for anyway? Can't you let me put my laptop bag in my room at least?"
"No," insists Fujigaya, "You'll sit down to check reddit or something and then get stuck in there all night as usual. Keep me company. Let's watch a DVD." There's a little pout on his lips and a plaintive note in his voice. It's not very easy to say no to Fujigaya normally; Yokoo finds it impossible now.
"Fine, but we're not watching-" he does a double take at the TV screen, "we're not watching Justin Bieber in concert."
"But I like Bieber-kun!" Still, Fujigaya willingly digs the TV remote out from between the cushions of the couch and hands it to Yokoo to channel surf.
They end up watching some stand up comedy show, and Yokoo has to admit that it's nice and relaxing. Fujigaya, for all his faults, is easy to live with, easy to love. Listening to his laughter somehow makes Yokoo want to indulge the younger man in anything and everything, just so that bright look will stay on his face always.
Yokoo's just about to chide himself for being maudlin when Fujigaya turns and offers him the lighter amiably. "Have a turn?"
"You know I think it's gross."
"Oh c'mon! I'll admit it smells weird but it tastes fine, and you won't think it smells after. Plus it's berry flavored."
"It's not like I haven't tried before you know, but it doesn't do anything for me. It just makes my eyes feel kind of-"
He doesn't see it coming, Fujigaya leans in so quickly, and he's caught halfway through his sentence with his lips still parted. When Fujigaya blows out, Yokoo has no choice but to inhale, the warm berry scent of the smoke and Fujigaya seeping right inside him. It doesn't really taste anything like berries, but it's not as nasty as Yokoo remembered it to be either. He credits Fujigaya's kiss for that. Fujigaya's lips are warm and soft and his tongue slips right in to stroke wetly against Yokoo's, exploring Yokoo's mouth with playful eagerness.
Yokoo's eyes flutter closed and he puts on hand on Fujigaya's shoulder to balance himself because it feels like the world is spinning, spinning. He's been waiting for this for so long, never sure of Fujigaya's feelings because the man's a little overly friendly with everyone, and wanting him all the more badly for that.
He returns the kiss just as eagerly as Fujigaya. There's no finesse, no possible restraint, in the way Yokoo sucks on Fujigaya's tongue or the way he nips at Fujigaya's bottom lip with his teeth so that he can smooth over the hurt with a flick of his tongue. Fujigaya has no restraint either, making throaty sounds of pleasure and twisting his fingers into Yokoo's hair at the back of his neck where it's the longest.
He pulls back when the comedian on TV starts raging about "fat bitches" because it's just too incongruous, but only for long enough to change the channel. It ends up on the Justin Bieber concert again, making Fujigaya giggle against Yokoo's lips. Yokoo figures it'd be more expedient to distract him with kisses than to change the channel again though.