one-shot: Countdown to Breakdown
Title: Countdown to breakdown
Pairing: Maru, Ueda
Rating: R
Summary: Spin-off from Underneath the Christmas Tree. Ueda suddenly realizes how big of a deal one kiss and an arm around his waist could become.
Note: Countdown to Breakdown is a song by Baby Woodrose, though the fic just borrows the name. Thanks to drphoenix for read through!
For pipsqueaks
At the end, it seems I have somehow participated in 48 hours New Year´s (Eve) fic challenge by using their theme ;D. Here is the rest of the fic.
bubbly | debrogliewave | greatfountain | katmillia | miss_jelly | psychoniji | ryogrande | snoozing_kitten | tatoeba | yuumei_nata
0
“Did I overdo it on the mistletoe?” Ueda asks again, “It was in every book, mentioned every time I did the research. Yuichi?”
Nakamaru grabs him by the hand and pulls him onto the floor. “And people think you’re the quiet one.”
“I hate you,” Ueda mumbles, wrapping himself in the blankets.
“No you don’t. Though, maybe I should be a little worried because you don’t want to kiss me under the mistletoe,” Nakamaru says and kind of hopes his real disappointment doesn’t show.
Ueda rolls his eyes, grabs Nakamaru and gives him a big smooch. “There. See, I don’t even need an excuse,” he says. “Now would you go to sleep already?”
“What, are you afraid I could catch Santa sliding down the chimney?”
Ueda elbows Nakamaru into the stomach and turns away from him.
“I’m glad you liked the tree,” Ueda mumbles much later, probably thinking Nakamaru is already asleep. He is not, though he pretends to be as he stirs and drapes a hand around Ueda’s waist, pulling him closer. When the other stiffens but does not move away and eventually starts breathing evenly, Nakamaru finally falls asleep too, with a stupid cheesy grin on his face.
[ Underneath the Christmas Tree]
I.
It surely hasn’t been the first time they kissed. Ueda knows that. Besides, it wasn’t the kiss Nakamaru was bothered by. He just knows that Ueda likes his personal space, and last night he was all over Ueda in his sleep. Ueda rubs his waist where Nakamaru’s hand had rested heavily for those few hours. He shakes his head a little and sticks his tongue out at himself in the mirror to finally wake up and get a hold of himself because he knows he is just reading too much into all of this. To get his mind off of things, he decides to concentrate on all the kisses he and Nakamaru had shared before. All those kisses that would prove how insignificant the one from last night was. But two hours later, as he is stretching backstage somewhere, he still hasn’t moved past the first one of his internal count.
II.
“Indirect kiss,” Kame snorts from where he is standing in the doorway, ready to leave. “Am I right, Jyuri-kun?” He ruffles Koki’s brother’s hair, and the boy gives him thumbs up.
“Let’s go,” Koki says and pushes his brother out the door. “Kame, you play with the juniors a bit too much. You are banned from their quarters until New Year.”
Kame shrugs and checks his phone, “I only speak the truth. Maybe Nakamaru is still sad that Ueda didn’t kiss him yesterday,” he says and waves the room good night.
“Chu,” Junno blows them both a kiss to keep the joke going and leaves as well.
Ueda stares at Nakamaru, who is holding a water bottle and looking very much confused and as awkward as he had on Christmas morning.
“That is mine,” Ueda notes lightly as he reaches for it. He licks his lips and freezes as he hears a junior running down the hallway.
“Indirect kiss,” the kid shouts. Kame really should stop hanging with the people Ueda doesn’t even know the names of.
“Two,” Ueda whispers to himself as he leaves the room, forgetting he was supposed to give Yuichi a ride.
“Oh,” he says to his huge Christmas tree when he remembers, halting in front of it. He sighs and decides that he can bunk under it one more night. All his pillows and blankets are still there anyway.
III.
“Happy New Year!” Nakamaru says, running toward Ueda backstage of the Countdown. He is being chased by a very persistent Koyama, who finally catches him when Nakamaru slows down to wish Ueda. Again.
“Happy New Year,” Koyama laughs and grabs Nakamaru, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Pass it on, Nakamaru. Tegoshi’s orders.” He laughs, already running to catch someone else before they leave for the night. Nakamaru rubs his cheek and looks at Ueda sheepishly.
“Bunny’s orders?” Ueda asks nonchalantly. “So where’s my kiss?” he teases then because Nakamaru is smiling. He is still breathing fast from all the running and dancing, his sleepy eyes are looking at Ueda with joy and he seems like he could bring Ueda luck for the entire year.
Nakamaru looks at the ground, but then grabs Ueda’s elbow and kisses him, just like Koyama did to him, on the cheek. And in order to not break the pattern, he runs off in the same direction Koyama did.
“Three,” Ueda murmurs as he sets to find their changing room. He manages to dodge every other attempt to pass on Tegoshi’s orders to him.
IV.
Ueda wonders if he somehow brought it on himself with all the thinking about the kisses. He has heard before that the power of thoughts can do miracles. But having to talk about kisses on R-One this time around seems as more of a complete catastrophe than a miracle. Maybe it works both ways. He laughs awkwardly when he figures he should react somehow to the talk going on in the studio.
Nakamaru raises an eyebrow at him because they’ve been doing this for way too long and he knows when Ueda is out of it. He talks that much more but keeps looking at Ueda worriedly. This is exactly why Ueda wears glasses to these recordings-so that Nakamaru can’t read it all from his face. Nakamaru doesn’t give up trying to make Ueda participate more, and of course he catches him into a trap. Nakamaru is pouting and saying that Ueda won’t blow a kiss at him, and so Ueda does. Nakamaru beams and Ueda finds his tongue.
“Nakamaru has been asking for the kisses a lot lately,” he murmurs and the staff laughs. Only now there are two awkward hosts in the studio, and Ueda feels more tired than after a good training.
“Four,” the voice that sounds just like Jin on that Christmas Eve rings in his head. He pads across his living room, the sole of his foot suddenly stinging with pain when he steps on a dry needle from the Christmas tree he still didn’t have time to get rid of.
V.
I need your help, Ueda texts Nakamaru, and it most certainly isn’t a pretense. It is almost the end of January, and there is still a Christmas tree in Ueda’s living room. He refuses to ask his mother again.
“With your Christmas tree?” Nakamaru asks, laughing. It’s midnight, but this is the only time they both have the time, and he gets inside, chuckling at the still blinking lights.
“It’s kind of sad, taking the decorations off of it, don’t you think?” Ueda muses, because asking Nakamaru, if he thinks they might be in love with each other, is stupid.
They’ve know each other for so long-being so thrown off by one moment on Christmas Eve is completely nonsensical. It makes Ueda feel like a girl. Besides, he would definitely not be the girl in this relationship. He pouts at his tree, and Nakamaru grabs the box and starts to take off the dangling, glittering stars. Ueda helps at last, and an hour later they are both half asleep on their feet, but the tree is empty, and there are no more blinking lights. Nakamaru still looks good from the profile, big nose, long lashes, full lips and all.
“You know, we should probably take it outside. It might be less embarrassing in the middle of the night.”
“It’s huge,” Ueda says, wrinkling his nose.
“If your mother could´ve gotten it in, we can get it out.”
Ueda cracks up. “Let’s go,” he says, challenge in his eyes. “But the needles are sharp, you’ve been warned.”
Half an hour later, they stumble through the door, still laughing at the startled face of a lady that tried to get into an elevator full of a pine tree. When Ueda realizes Nakamaru has somewhat frozen in the doorway, his stomach is already hurting from all the laughter.
“What?” But Ueda knows because he just didn’t have time to put any Christmas decoration away, and the mistletoe is still hanging there. Ueda should really burn it as a form of condemnation of its sins. Except Jin said that Ueda had probably let Nakamaru hold him underneath the Christmas tree because he had feelings for him. And since the guilt has to be determined beyond all doubts, the mistletoe is still there. Ueda had wanted to kick Jin in the shin just like Kame used to do all the time, but he was somewhere having concerts, and it was easier to just hang up on him.
Nakamaru shifts, and Ueda steps out of the genkan, trying to get away from that plant, but Nakamaru catches his sleeve.
“No one’s here,” he murmurs and leans forward, pecking Ueda’s lips as if it could hurt him if he lingered. Ueda frowns. Five
> MMXI
“Sorry,” Nakamaru says quickly, and starts to put his shoes back on, the shoelaces getting all tangled. Ueda just pulls him up by his shoulders and slams him into the door.
“Yuichi, you could have just blown me a kiss with the way you chickened out,” Ueda says because it just had to be said. Of course, he kisses Nakamaru afterwards, even if he knows how cheesy of a come on line that had been.
Fortunately, Yuichi probably won’t tell on him. So Ueda nips at his lower lip, and it is sweet and so nicely plush. He runs his tongue through the crevice between Yuichi’s lips next, and steps closer to him, hands moving into Yuichi’s hair and to the back of his neck. Yuichi sighs, and then his tongue is meeting Ueda’s. It feels kind of perfect, Nakamaru’s mouth falling open completely and letting Ueda move in deeper. Ueda pulls away eventually because he wants to keep the count, but Yuichi pulls at his collar and brings him back. Really, who cares about how many kisses there was when there is more, and Yuichi is flat against the door by now. Ueda molds against him, Yuichi’s arm coming around his waist and somehow managing to pull him even closer.
“Tatsuya,” Nakamaru breathes, and Ueda is not in the mood for talking, so he just sucks on Nakamaru’s lip again. For a while, it seems like the other got the point. But then Ueda feels Nakamaru’s other hand running down his back and settling on his ass, and Nakamaru is pushing his hips up, holding Ueda so that he can feel what this kissing is causing.
Oh, Ueda gets it now. “Bed?” he asks, kissing Nakamaru’s jaw and neck line to give him room to answer this one, and Nakamaru moans in response.
“Can we make it?” he asks in a breathy voice only when Ueda resolves that here is fine too.
They try and stumble out of the genkan and across the living room, and Ueda is kind of sorry the blanket nest and the Christmas tree are gone. He groans and his distraction causes them to stumble. Ueda’s elbow hits the hardwood floor, and Nakamaru’s own ends in Ueda’s ribs.
“This will have to do,” Ueda decides when Nakamaru tries to scramble up. He pulls him back down and pushes him onto his back, climbing up and kissing away any protest. He wonders why he was counting air-kisses when he could have been doing this. And he could have because Nakamaru’s moaning and totally groping his ass, and there are his bony fingers on Ueda’s belt. Ueda suddenly can’t wait, sitting up and pulling off his shirt and Nakamaru’s jeans and then tugging at his vest, and they are naked in no time.
Nakamaru whines when his naked back hits the floor again and Ueda pushes his hip down, his hands running across Yuichi’s ribs, rubbing his nipples and caressing his neck. Ueda’s thumb gets caught on Yuichi’s lip at one point, and Yuichi whimpers and pulls Ueda down, running his finger over Ueda’s eyebrow and to the corner of his eye and then kissing him again.
It is amazing because suddenly it is Ueda’s lip and tongue that is sucked on, and there is no more whining only breathy moans and skin starting to slip on the polished floor as Nakamaru thrusts up and Ueda pushes down, and they are both breathing too fast. But Ueda knows everything he might need is in the bedroom. And yet he can’t stop, doesn’t want to stop kissing every part of Yuichi he can reach, not when Yuichi has an arm around his waist again. He doesn’t want to make Yuichi stop kissing him either, and well if this really are feelings, they can get to bed later. But now Ueda only wiggles so that he can get one hand around them because they’ve both been hard since their second kiss in the genkan. His knuckles brush against Yuichi’s stomach, Yuichi swears, and Ueda feels nails digging into his arm.
Maybe these don’t count as kisses anymore, Ueda thinks as he gasps against Maru’s lips. His hand is moving up and down around them only with difficulty. It doesn’t matter though because they both push forward, their hips clash and that will leave a bruise. They’re so close. Yet Ueda doesn´t want to let go just yet.
“Please,” Yuichi whispers, and his eyes fly open, his tongue darting out, trying so desperately to find Ueda’s, to keep on kissing. Ueda shudders under that gaze, and, damn it, Yuichi is shivering. Just like that, Ueda himself feels the familiar tremor running through his body, his stomach muscles contracting in anticipation. Maybe he should say something.
“Yuichi, I . . . lo-”, but Nakamaru still has one of his hands free, and it shoots to Ueda’s hair. He pulls Ueda down for one last kiss, not letting him finish. As his tongue slides in, Ueda manages to twist his wrist and he comes, knows that Yuichi does too, their orgasms shockingly in synch. Maybe it would be kind of disgusting, but he wanted to spout about love, so this might be a less embarrassing conclusion. He buries his nose into Yuichi’s neck and just breathes, coming down from his orgasm and enjoying the warmth of Yuichi’s body.
“Tatsuya,” Nakamaru sounds a little hesitant, but he should just say it so that Ueda doesn’t have to. It’s obvious anyway. “We need to move.”
Well, that too. Always practical, Nakamaru.
“You are ruining the moment,” Ueda whines.
Yuichi kisses him, and okay, so maybe they could move. Ueda steals another kiss and goes to grab a towel. Nakamaru groans and curls into himself, looking gorgeous, flushed and a little sleepy and entirely Ueda’s.
In the end, Ueda brings blankets and some sweatpants over, and they clean and stay on the floor. Ueda knows his back will be killing him later, but Nakamaru will probably hurt more, what with the way Ueda is draped over him while Nakamaru’s shoulder blades must be digging into the hard floor. His arm is around Ueda again.
“Kiss me?” Ueda mumbles.
Nakamaru sighs, kissing Ueda’s hair, and his hand rubs Ueda’s back.
“Love you too.”
end
A/N: So it seems I have decided I will continue to write total toothache inducing fluff and cheesy stuff in 2011 as well. Since apparently how you begin your year is how the year turns out. Well I hope you enjoyed it at least a little bit.
Pairing: Maru, Ueda
Rating: R
Summary: Spin-off from Underneath the Christmas Tree. Ueda suddenly realizes how big of a deal one kiss and an arm around his waist could become.
Note: Countdown to Breakdown is a song by Baby Woodrose, though the fic just borrows the name. Thanks to drphoenix for read through!
For pipsqueaks
At the end, it seems I have somehow participated in 48 hours New Year´s (Eve) fic challenge by using their theme ;D. Here is the rest of the fic.
bubbly | debrogliewave | greatfountain | katmillia | miss_jelly | psychoniji | ryogrande | snoozing_kitten | tatoeba | yuumei_nata
0
“Did I overdo it on the mistletoe?” Ueda asks again, “It was in every book, mentioned every time I did the research. Yuichi?”
Nakamaru grabs him by the hand and pulls him onto the floor. “And people think you’re the quiet one.”
“I hate you,” Ueda mumbles, wrapping himself in the blankets.
“No you don’t. Though, maybe I should be a little worried because you don’t want to kiss me under the mistletoe,” Nakamaru says and kind of hopes his real disappointment doesn’t show.
Ueda rolls his eyes, grabs Nakamaru and gives him a big smooch. “There. See, I don’t even need an excuse,” he says. “Now would you go to sleep already?”
“What, are you afraid I could catch Santa sliding down the chimney?”
Ueda elbows Nakamaru into the stomach and turns away from him.
“I’m glad you liked the tree,” Ueda mumbles much later, probably thinking Nakamaru is already asleep. He is not, though he pretends to be as he stirs and drapes a hand around Ueda’s waist, pulling him closer. When the other stiffens but does not move away and eventually starts breathing evenly, Nakamaru finally falls asleep too, with a stupid cheesy grin on his face.
[ Underneath the Christmas Tree]
I.
It surely hasn’t been the first time they kissed. Ueda knows that. Besides, it wasn’t the kiss Nakamaru was bothered by. He just knows that Ueda likes his personal space, and last night he was all over Ueda in his sleep. Ueda rubs his waist where Nakamaru’s hand had rested heavily for those few hours. He shakes his head a little and sticks his tongue out at himself in the mirror to finally wake up and get a hold of himself because he knows he is just reading too much into all of this. To get his mind off of things, he decides to concentrate on all the kisses he and Nakamaru had shared before. All those kisses that would prove how insignificant the one from last night was. But two hours later, as he is stretching backstage somewhere, he still hasn’t moved past the first one of his internal count.
II.
“Indirect kiss,” Kame snorts from where he is standing in the doorway, ready to leave. “Am I right, Jyuri-kun?” He ruffles Koki’s brother’s hair, and the boy gives him thumbs up.
“Let’s go,” Koki says and pushes his brother out the door. “Kame, you play with the juniors a bit too much. You are banned from their quarters until New Year.”
Kame shrugs and checks his phone, “I only speak the truth. Maybe Nakamaru is still sad that Ueda didn’t kiss him yesterday,” he says and waves the room good night.
“Chu,” Junno blows them both a kiss to keep the joke going and leaves as well.
Ueda stares at Nakamaru, who is holding a water bottle and looking very much confused and as awkward as he had on Christmas morning.
“That is mine,” Ueda notes lightly as he reaches for it. He licks his lips and freezes as he hears a junior running down the hallway.
“Indirect kiss,” the kid shouts. Kame really should stop hanging with the people Ueda doesn’t even know the names of.
“Two,” Ueda whispers to himself as he leaves the room, forgetting he was supposed to give Yuichi a ride.
“Oh,” he says to his huge Christmas tree when he remembers, halting in front of it. He sighs and decides that he can bunk under it one more night. All his pillows and blankets are still there anyway.
III.
“Happy New Year!” Nakamaru says, running toward Ueda backstage of the Countdown. He is being chased by a very persistent Koyama, who finally catches him when Nakamaru slows down to wish Ueda. Again.
“Happy New Year,” Koyama laughs and grabs Nakamaru, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Pass it on, Nakamaru. Tegoshi’s orders.” He laughs, already running to catch someone else before they leave for the night. Nakamaru rubs his cheek and looks at Ueda sheepishly.
“Bunny’s orders?” Ueda asks nonchalantly. “So where’s my kiss?” he teases then because Nakamaru is smiling. He is still breathing fast from all the running and dancing, his sleepy eyes are looking at Ueda with joy and he seems like he could bring Ueda luck for the entire year.
Nakamaru looks at the ground, but then grabs Ueda’s elbow and kisses him, just like Koyama did to him, on the cheek. And in order to not break the pattern, he runs off in the same direction Koyama did.
“Three,” Ueda murmurs as he sets to find their changing room. He manages to dodge every other attempt to pass on Tegoshi’s orders to him.
IV.
Ueda wonders if he somehow brought it on himself with all the thinking about the kisses. He has heard before that the power of thoughts can do miracles. But having to talk about kisses on R-One this time around seems as more of a complete catastrophe than a miracle. Maybe it works both ways. He laughs awkwardly when he figures he should react somehow to the talk going on in the studio.
Nakamaru raises an eyebrow at him because they’ve been doing this for way too long and he knows when Ueda is out of it. He talks that much more but keeps looking at Ueda worriedly. This is exactly why Ueda wears glasses to these recordings-so that Nakamaru can’t read it all from his face. Nakamaru doesn’t give up trying to make Ueda participate more, and of course he catches him into a trap. Nakamaru is pouting and saying that Ueda won’t blow a kiss at him, and so Ueda does. Nakamaru beams and Ueda finds his tongue.
“Nakamaru has been asking for the kisses a lot lately,” he murmurs and the staff laughs. Only now there are two awkward hosts in the studio, and Ueda feels more tired than after a good training.
“Four,” the voice that sounds just like Jin on that Christmas Eve rings in his head. He pads across his living room, the sole of his foot suddenly stinging with pain when he steps on a dry needle from the Christmas tree he still didn’t have time to get rid of.
V.
I need your help, Ueda texts Nakamaru, and it most certainly isn’t a pretense. It is almost the end of January, and there is still a Christmas tree in Ueda’s living room. He refuses to ask his mother again.
“With your Christmas tree?” Nakamaru asks, laughing. It’s midnight, but this is the only time they both have the time, and he gets inside, chuckling at the still blinking lights.
“It’s kind of sad, taking the decorations off of it, don’t you think?” Ueda muses, because asking Nakamaru, if he thinks they might be in love with each other, is stupid.
They’ve know each other for so long-being so thrown off by one moment on Christmas Eve is completely nonsensical. It makes Ueda feel like a girl. Besides, he would definitely not be the girl in this relationship. He pouts at his tree, and Nakamaru grabs the box and starts to take off the dangling, glittering stars. Ueda helps at last, and an hour later they are both half asleep on their feet, but the tree is empty, and there are no more blinking lights. Nakamaru still looks good from the profile, big nose, long lashes, full lips and all.
“You know, we should probably take it outside. It might be less embarrassing in the middle of the night.”
“It’s huge,” Ueda says, wrinkling his nose.
“If your mother could´ve gotten it in, we can get it out.”
Ueda cracks up. “Let’s go,” he says, challenge in his eyes. “But the needles are sharp, you’ve been warned.”
Half an hour later, they stumble through the door, still laughing at the startled face of a lady that tried to get into an elevator full of a pine tree. When Ueda realizes Nakamaru has somewhat frozen in the doorway, his stomach is already hurting from all the laughter.
“What?” But Ueda knows because he just didn’t have time to put any Christmas decoration away, and the mistletoe is still hanging there. Ueda should really burn it as a form of condemnation of its sins. Except Jin said that Ueda had probably let Nakamaru hold him underneath the Christmas tree because he had feelings for him. And since the guilt has to be determined beyond all doubts, the mistletoe is still there. Ueda had wanted to kick Jin in the shin just like Kame used to do all the time, but he was somewhere having concerts, and it was easier to just hang up on him.
Nakamaru shifts, and Ueda steps out of the genkan, trying to get away from that plant, but Nakamaru catches his sleeve.
“No one’s here,” he murmurs and leans forward, pecking Ueda’s lips as if it could hurt him if he lingered. Ueda frowns. Five
> MMXI
“Sorry,” Nakamaru says quickly, and starts to put his shoes back on, the shoelaces getting all tangled. Ueda just pulls him up by his shoulders and slams him into the door.
“Yuichi, you could have just blown me a kiss with the way you chickened out,” Ueda says because it just had to be said. Of course, he kisses Nakamaru afterwards, even if he knows how cheesy of a come on line that had been.
Fortunately, Yuichi probably won’t tell on him. So Ueda nips at his lower lip, and it is sweet and so nicely plush. He runs his tongue through the crevice between Yuichi’s lips next, and steps closer to him, hands moving into Yuichi’s hair and to the back of his neck. Yuichi sighs, and then his tongue is meeting Ueda’s. It feels kind of perfect, Nakamaru’s mouth falling open completely and letting Ueda move in deeper. Ueda pulls away eventually because he wants to keep the count, but Yuichi pulls at his collar and brings him back. Really, who cares about how many kisses there was when there is more, and Yuichi is flat against the door by now. Ueda molds against him, Yuichi’s arm coming around his waist and somehow managing to pull him even closer.
“Tatsuya,” Nakamaru breathes, and Ueda is not in the mood for talking, so he just sucks on Nakamaru’s lip again. For a while, it seems like the other got the point. But then Ueda feels Nakamaru’s other hand running down his back and settling on his ass, and Nakamaru is pushing his hips up, holding Ueda so that he can feel what this kissing is causing.
Oh, Ueda gets it now. “Bed?” he asks, kissing Nakamaru’s jaw and neck line to give him room to answer this one, and Nakamaru moans in response.
“Can we make it?” he asks in a breathy voice only when Ueda resolves that here is fine too.
They try and stumble out of the genkan and across the living room, and Ueda is kind of sorry the blanket nest and the Christmas tree are gone. He groans and his distraction causes them to stumble. Ueda’s elbow hits the hardwood floor, and Nakamaru’s own ends in Ueda’s ribs.
“This will have to do,” Ueda decides when Nakamaru tries to scramble up. He pulls him back down and pushes him onto his back, climbing up and kissing away any protest. He wonders why he was counting air-kisses when he could have been doing this. And he could have because Nakamaru’s moaning and totally groping his ass, and there are his bony fingers on Ueda’s belt. Ueda suddenly can’t wait, sitting up and pulling off his shirt and Nakamaru’s jeans and then tugging at his vest, and they are naked in no time.
Nakamaru whines when his naked back hits the floor again and Ueda pushes his hip down, his hands running across Yuichi’s ribs, rubbing his nipples and caressing his neck. Ueda’s thumb gets caught on Yuichi’s lip at one point, and Yuichi whimpers and pulls Ueda down, running his finger over Ueda’s eyebrow and to the corner of his eye and then kissing him again.
It is amazing because suddenly it is Ueda’s lip and tongue that is sucked on, and there is no more whining only breathy moans and skin starting to slip on the polished floor as Nakamaru thrusts up and Ueda pushes down, and they are both breathing too fast. But Ueda knows everything he might need is in the bedroom. And yet he can’t stop, doesn’t want to stop kissing every part of Yuichi he can reach, not when Yuichi has an arm around his waist again. He doesn’t want to make Yuichi stop kissing him either, and well if this really are feelings, they can get to bed later. But now Ueda only wiggles so that he can get one hand around them because they’ve both been hard since their second kiss in the genkan. His knuckles brush against Yuichi’s stomach, Yuichi swears, and Ueda feels nails digging into his arm.
Maybe these don’t count as kisses anymore, Ueda thinks as he gasps against Maru’s lips. His hand is moving up and down around them only with difficulty. It doesn’t matter though because they both push forward, their hips clash and that will leave a bruise. They’re so close. Yet Ueda doesn´t want to let go just yet.
“Please,” Yuichi whispers, and his eyes fly open, his tongue darting out, trying so desperately to find Ueda’s, to keep on kissing. Ueda shudders under that gaze, and, damn it, Yuichi is shivering. Just like that, Ueda himself feels the familiar tremor running through his body, his stomach muscles contracting in anticipation. Maybe he should say something.
“Yuichi, I . . . lo-”, but Nakamaru still has one of his hands free, and it shoots to Ueda’s hair. He pulls Ueda down for one last kiss, not letting him finish. As his tongue slides in, Ueda manages to twist his wrist and he comes, knows that Yuichi does too, their orgasms shockingly in synch. Maybe it would be kind of disgusting, but he wanted to spout about love, so this might be a less embarrassing conclusion. He buries his nose into Yuichi’s neck and just breathes, coming down from his orgasm and enjoying the warmth of Yuichi’s body.
“Tatsuya,” Nakamaru sounds a little hesitant, but he should just say it so that Ueda doesn’t have to. It’s obvious anyway. “We need to move.”
Well, that too. Always practical, Nakamaru.
“You are ruining the moment,” Ueda whines.
Yuichi kisses him, and okay, so maybe they could move. Ueda steals another kiss and goes to grab a towel. Nakamaru groans and curls into himself, looking gorgeous, flushed and a little sleepy and entirely Ueda’s.
In the end, Ueda brings blankets and some sweatpants over, and they clean and stay on the floor. Ueda knows his back will be killing him later, but Nakamaru will probably hurt more, what with the way Ueda is draped over him while Nakamaru’s shoulder blades must be digging into the hard floor. His arm is around Ueda again.
“Kiss me?” Ueda mumbles.
Nakamaru sighs, kissing Ueda’s hair, and his hand rubs Ueda’s back.
“Love you too.”
end
A/N: So it seems I have decided I will continue to write total toothache inducing fluff and cheesy stuff in 2011 as well. Since apparently how you begin your year is how the year turns out. Well I hope you enjoyed it at least a little bit.