fic: Tick Tocks × 11
Calculus
You never cared much for such thing as high-class education and maddening calculations to solve equations. This and this, after this and that has been done, doesn’t always equal that after all, and nothing can be more pointless and frustrating than proving the numbers wrong.
Bored as you are, you keep meddling with your calculator. 2nd, ALPHA (equals “A-lock”). I like I like I like I like I li-
The word is cut in two. You stare at it in confusion.
The fifth like will be abused.
You turn to look at him.
“This is not a biology class, Jin,” his voice tells you. You listen to heartbeat and breathing, small shifting.
Toe plus toe plus finger plus kisses plus toes doesn’t equal love.
Clothes didn’t equal people. That calculation had been proven wrong already.
You shrug and press CLEAR.
Ladybug
The juniors are sitting outside. You watch Kame as he lies on the grass of the sports field and watches the clouds. You crawl quietly closer, forgetting about everyone around you, talking somewhere on the background and running around chasing each other.
You spot a ladybug running up Kame’s ankle and stop to stare. Your attention is caught as it runs up the boy’s knee and further up the thigh, and before you know, you’ve fallen on your side as you stare at it entering the younger one’s shorts.
You cry and crawl the rest of the way to him, taking a strong grip of the shorts and straining the elastic band keeping it in place, making the younger boy react violently and try to pull away from your hold as you try to find the ladybug from his shorts.
Finally you’re hugging his shins and his face could easily match to the colour of the ladybug back on his knee. You keep smiling.
For some strange reason he hadn’t been wearing any boxers that day. How funny.
You feel like a voyeur. Especially so when you forget about the ladybug and just focus on the feeling of the bare skin of Kame’s legs.
It’s your age.
Shirt
Kame gets up from the bed. You follow his frame as he brushes his hair back and picks up his shirt from the floor. You smile and sit up as you playfully fish your own and throw it at him, startling him.
“Put this on,” you request as he catches the shirt and eyes you questioningly. He follows your instructions and smells the sleeve. You smile at his silhouette.
“Now you’re my territory,” you state and open your arms wide, calling out for him. He rolls his eyes and walks over to you, sitting on your lap and kissing you as you start buttoning up the shirt for him. It looks good on his bare skin, barely long enough to hide his privacies.
A man never feels as strong affection towards anyone than the morning after sex when his partner puts on his shirt and goes to get coffee.
It’s understanding.
Shower
After-practice is shower practice. You like peeking.
He, however, doesn’t. When Kame showers, he showers with his eyes closed, never once opening when the water is running. You take your advantage and watch him all you want (getting caught by the others occasionally) from his side profile.
Accidental criminals often refused to face the consequences of their actions.
You wrap your towels around your hips as you start walking back to the dressing room to get your fresh clothes. He uses the hair band from his wrist to tie his hair up. You curiously follow his actions.
“Why do you always keep your eyes closed?” you ask him. Kame lets out an amused hum and walks ahead of you without an answer.
Later you are to find out that, unlike expected, his body control isn’t really as advanced as yours.
Mole
“Now we have something we can share,” you tell him randomly one day and poke the mole near his eye. He dodges away, threatening you with his water bottle’s contents, every bit serious.
“And why is that?” he asks you. You keep smirking and poking his eye, making him cover his face with his arm and finally laugh as you try to advance over him.
“We have a mole connection,” you tell him matter-of-factly with an amused tone. “Our thing.”
You’re just stupid like that.
Sun lotion
“My turn,” he says and slams the bottle in your hand and sits before you on the towel. “Come on, hurry up!”
Maru is sitting next to the two of you and applying the lotion to his arms as you spurt some of it from the bottle to your hand and start massaging Kame’s back carefully. Your mind starts getting distracted from their frequent babbling as you somehow start to pay too close attention to the sleek skin you’re touching.
Fingertip dance.
Kame starts becoming unresponsive to Maru’s questions as you proceed to move further down his back, ever so silent all of sudden. He eyes you as your fingers’ movements become slower and smaller. The radius of the invisible circles shortens. Kame’s breaths follow.
He awkwardly gets on his feet and mutters something about the ocean silently as he rushes away. You press your chin on Kame’s shoulder as you slide your fingers slightly under the rim of Kame’s trunks. He breathes out just a bit heavier and keeps batting his eyes with an abnormal speed.
After a small while Kame runs to the water, walking with the cold water covering him from waist down and screaming at the coldness. Loud complaints.
He never lets you apply sun lotion to his back after that incident.
Lip balm
Funny how active your mouths have become. Tongues. Their usage.
You hesitate and scratch your nose. He licks his lips, just for a fragment of a second. A while later you do so too.
The action repeats itself. Lick. Lick. Mm. You press your lips together and suck. Bite. Nervousness. Hesitant laughter.
Interviews could be horrid.
“Here,” he tells you one day and fishes a lip balm from his bag, putting it in your hand. “Got it for you. Your lips are starting to get chopped.”
“Oh.”
It gets better.
Beads
“I want you to have something,” he tells you one day after pulling you a bit further away from everyone else. The shootings are going on and everyone is discussing pointless things on the break. Kame swipes his straightened, golden hair behind his ear and nervously fidgets as he lets his eyes follow the rest of the staff.
“What?” you ask, puzzled, and he turns back to you with an embarrassed smirk on his face as he puts a rainbow-coloured necklace on your hand. You examine it and laugh.
“Is this a hint or something?” you ask him and he quickly backs away to avoid any kind of possible hair ruffling you might’ve instinctively been about to grant him with as a thank you.
“You go and figure it out, Hayato,” he teases you and turns to walk away with his pride.
You’re not really that stupid, are you?
Sunglasses
Never have you been as nervous as that day. The day your plane landed to Narita airport and every step felt heavy when you walked your way towards the hall where Kame was waiting.
He waves as you as secretly as he possibly can in public, a cap on his head and sunglasses on. You bite your lip as you watch him and somehow relief rushes through your system. Relief of everything, relief of being back, being able to come back, seeing him. Hearing the familiar language.
Never have you also felt as lonely as then when you ran to him and wrapped your arms tightly around him after dropping your bags to the floor. He puts a cap on your head and sighs.
“Let’s go then,” he suggests and helps you with the bags when you walk to the car.
His sunglasses lack the mirror effect.
Rebels
Secrets are important. Secrets never been told.
The rules are such a limitation. You have your own place and your little gang, KAT-TUN, Pi, Ryo and a couple of other random friends have all hit your place as you proceed to get drunk for the first time in your life. A couple of you have already done it before, but to you it’s the first time, and you’re planning to go overboard with it. It’s an important experiment after all.
Kame doesn’t seem too fond of alcohol after all. He tries everything you have (mostly stronger, clear liquids mixed with soda) and grimaces. You finish his glasses eagerly. Team work. He tastes and describes, you dive in and get rid of the evidence. Hide it in your blood. As easy as that.
You have no idea how, but in the end the two of you find yourselves giggling in a corner and leaning to each other. As pathetic as it sounds.
First kiss is exchanged. More than a stupid little peck. A mere peck wouldn’t have been enough.
If anyone remembers it the next morning, they never mention it.
From the way he looks at you as he swallows down several aspirins nauseously next morning, you can be sure that he does at least.
Silence
You stop Kame and press a finger on his lips. He looks at you in confusion as you pat his shoulders, motioning him to stay put as you take a few steps back and a deep breath.
You zip your mouth. He shakes his head and lets out an amused snort and crosses his arms. You narrow your eyes discriminatingly and shove him. He quiets down.
You point at yourself. He proceeds to nod, understanding and slightly amused again.
You make a heart with your hands. He has to cover his mouth and hold back the laughter. Laughter of your idiocy.
You raise your finger and point at a water melon bowl Ueda is carrying behind him, yelp loudly and forget everything about the moment as you rush at him, whining for a few slices. He sighs, shakes his head and slowly walks after you, pulling you from your hair and giving you a harsh jerk for not impressing him.
You stuff melon in his mouth to make him shut up.