Ke$ha - Tic Tok
Title: Party Don't Stop
Pairing: Tegoshi-centric with PiTego and slight RyoTego
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Tub-surfing is a little-known party skill. Tegoshi takes to it like a duck in water. OR, This is why we don't leave Tegoshi unattended for long periods of time.
Tegoshi wakes up to the feeling of being watched and the hum of light breathing echoing around the otherwise-quiet bathroom. There's the sound of shuffling feet on wood and then they hit the tile and stop.
A quick intake of breath and a pause, and then a low, tired voice says irritably, "The fuck, Kei. You couldn't wait five hours for me to get home? And you could at least keep the whores out of the bathtub." The man sounds sort of amused, though.
Tegoshi's thinking about objecting - he'd only unbuttoned his shirt and jeans so he could get more comfortable - and is gathering himself to move when the other voice, 'Kei', he guesses, speaks defensively. "He's not mine! And I only got home just before you did. My plane was delayed."
The two start squabbling and Tegoshi yawns widely, finally opening his eyes and looking them over as he tries to remember where he ended up last night and just how far from a train station he is. His feet are killing him, or will be as soon as he puts any weight on them.
A third voice interrupts them, a round-faced man Tegoshi recognizes from last night coming into view, wringing his hands. He looks like he hasn't slept all night, eyes bloodshot and a tired slump to his shoulders. "Shige? You home?"
Tegoshi watches as the first two men turn to face the third.
"Do you know why there's a whore in my bathtub?" irritable-voice asks the third man dryly, and Tegoshi quickly closes his eyes to slits so they don't know he's awake yet.
"Eh? I mean… yes and no. I don't think he's a… a prostitute, though. At least I didn't see any money exchange hands." His face is screwed up in thought and Shige and Kei's eyebrows shoot up. "No! I mean! I didn't see him sleep with anyone either!" He drops his face into his hands a moment and then takes a deep breath and looks up. "Okay. I'm sorry there's a provocatively dressed stranger in your bathtub but it was all Koki's fault! I just invited Nakamaru over for dinner and suddenly Koki is coming over and bringing all these people of questionable taste and hygiene over and Idon'tknow. I stayed up all night cleaning up the mess. And I washed your sheets!" He looks anxiously at the tall, thin one. "Don't worry, Kei, I did it just the way you like with your special fabric softener."
"Not that I doubt your laundering skills, Massu, but I think we're skirting a pretty important question right now," must-be-Shige says. "Namely, why did you have to wash them?"
Kei's lips curls down in horror and his eyes widen, and never let it be said that Tegoshi doesn't know when he should probably help a poor guy out, especially when he supposes he's partially to blame anyway. If he'd gone home last night, they'd probably have never even known there had been a party. So Tegoshi chooses that moment to shift, hooking an arm over the edge of the tub and hauling himself up to his feet and stepping out onto the tiled floor. All three sets of eyes turn to him.
"You've got a nice tub," he says cheekily, leaning down to pull on his boots. He would know. After three days of partying 'til he dropped and waking up in a bathtub every morning, this one is by far the cleanest and most comfortable. "And don't worry. I can show myself out." He strolls past them toward where he hopes the front door is, winking at Massu as he passes.
Twenty minutes later, he's totally lost and his feet are throbbing, but he's scored a pork bun from a sweet granny running a vegetable stand who is now kindly offering to rub his feet because she used to be a masseuse back in the day and can still give a mean foot rub. Who is he to stop her from reliving her youth, so he's settled on a bench with his feet in her lap, munching on his breakfast and thinking life is pretty damn awesome. Of course.
His feet feeling marginally less painful, he wanders around the brightly colored neighborhood before finding a clean wall, shaded from the worst of the noon sun, and dropping down to sit on a large crate. He lounges against the wall bobbing his head to the incessant beat of someone's speakers, music ringing out into the neighborhood and mixing with all the other noises. There's nowhere he has to be. Most of his soccer buds are out of town for the holidays, and the rest have plans with their girlfriends. If Tegoshi were a spiteful person, he'd be upset that they'd left him hanging. But he is a grown man fully capable of entertaining himself for a few days. Besides, he'd never tried party-hopping before, and he figures you really had to give it a few days before you could get into the semi-nomadic lifestyle. Maybe he could do a paper on it later, he thinks drowsily, the wet heat making him feel lazy.
Tegoshi has a sort of built-in radar that lets him know when people are looking at him. Mostly he tunes it out because, really, people are always looking at him, but there's no one else around right now and his Tego-senses are tingling, so he slits open his eyes to see a guy leering at him. He's attractive enough, Tegoshi guesses, athletic and wearing the latest in fashion, but he looks like everyone else. Nothing special, and Tegoshi lifts his eyebrows in an unimpressed gesture and leans back against the wall, watching the man walk away, an angry gait to his step because he clearly isn't used to being dismissed so easily.
He's just beginning to wonder how he's going to get anywhere tonight because he really doesn't want to walk, when a guy strides into view, short wiry frame with burnished bronze skin stretched over lean muscles. The walk says he knows he's hot shit, but the clothes say he doesn't care, a white t-shirt with baggy blue jeans, and the ugliest black frames Tegoshi's ever seen bordering sleepy-looking eyes. More importantly, he's jangling a set of keys and looking intently at a gold convertible, and that's all he needs.
Anyone can stretch, but stretching enticingly takes talent. Tegoshi waits until the man is almost to him, then starts small, arching his neck and feeling a drop of sweat run down before stretching out one leg, bowing his back and raising both arms above his head until he can feel a breeze blow over the skin of his stomach. And moans breathily. Then he snaps his eyes to meet the man's and there's a moment of possibility before the man smirks and slows to a stop.
"Wanna go for a ride?" he asks, tapping his keys against his leg and giving Tegoshi a once-over.
Slumping back against the wall, Tegoshi very obviously eyes him before letting his lips curl up playfully. "All right," he says, rising to his feet and sauntering over. It's important that they think you think you're doing them a favor. All part of the game.
It turns out Tegoshi is doing him a favor, though, when they get pulled over not two minutes later.
"Fucking Pi," the driver mutters, eyes watching the officer approach in the rearview mirror. "Just let him cop a feel and he'll let us go, the perv."
'Pi' is fucking hot, is what he is, and Tegoshi doesn't mind letting him frisk him, not at all, not even when he bends him over the hood. In fact, he's such a good sport about it that Pi even lets him keep the cuffs.
He hooks the second band around his wrist and slides it closed with a click as he hops over the door and into the passenger seat. "Onward, James," he tells white-t-shirt.
"It's Ryo," he mutters, but his mood brightens considerably when Tegoshi leans into him and whispers his name back to him.
They stop at Tegoshi's house long enough for him to shower and change, Ryo trying, successfully, to get into his pants (what can he say? He's a sucker for those ugly glasses) between the two acts, and by the time they get out, it's late afternoon and Ryo knows exactly where to go.
The first stop is some pub down the road where they throw back a couple beers over grilled chicken and vegetables. But after that it gets a little hazy, Ryo hopping them from party to party, crashing some, being called to others until they end up at "Jin's" and Tegoshi sees something that makes his night five hundred times better (not that he doesn't like Ryo and all, but he is a belligerent drunk, and kind of an asshole after he's had a few, and he's definitely had more than a few...) - Pi the cop, out of uniform and leaning against the counter, watching people dance around the apartment.
It's late, Tegoshi's getting kind of sleepy, but the sight peps him up and he ditches Ryo mid-sentence to sidle up next to the cop, jingling his handcuffs at him in greeting.
A slow smile spreads over Pi's face as he looks Tegoshi over. "Come to give them back?"
"No," he replies, and tilts his head and smiles charmingly. "They were a gift. If you want them you've got to earn them back."
The look on Pi's face tells him he wouldn't mind getting to work right this second.
---
In the morning he wakes up in a bed, alone, handcuffed to the headboard and sore all over.
"Pi!" A man's voice comes garbled through the door before it's thrown open and Jin is standing there, toothbrush in his mouth. He takes it out to curse and then backs out into the hall and stalks off. "Pi! What did I tell you about leaving people 'cuffed to your headboard! It's not okay!"
Tegoshi agrees, mostly because he's kind of really got to pee, but when a sleepy-eyed, bed-headed, shirtless Pi walks back in with a leering grin, Tegoshi thinks it was worth it anyway. It's about time all this partying paid off.
Pairing: Tegoshi-centric with PiTego and slight RyoTego
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Tub-surfing is a little-known party skill. Tegoshi takes to it like a duck in water. OR, This is why we don't leave Tegoshi unattended for long periods of time.
Click to viewTegoshi wakes up to the feeling of being watched and the hum of light breathing echoing around the otherwise-quiet bathroom. There's the sound of shuffling feet on wood and then they hit the tile and stop.
A quick intake of breath and a pause, and then a low, tired voice says irritably, "The fuck, Kei. You couldn't wait five hours for me to get home? And you could at least keep the whores out of the bathtub." The man sounds sort of amused, though.
Tegoshi's thinking about objecting - he'd only unbuttoned his shirt and jeans so he could get more comfortable - and is gathering himself to move when the other voice, 'Kei', he guesses, speaks defensively. "He's not mine! And I only got home just before you did. My plane was delayed."
The two start squabbling and Tegoshi yawns widely, finally opening his eyes and looking them over as he tries to remember where he ended up last night and just how far from a train station he is. His feet are killing him, or will be as soon as he puts any weight on them.
A third voice interrupts them, a round-faced man Tegoshi recognizes from last night coming into view, wringing his hands. He looks like he hasn't slept all night, eyes bloodshot and a tired slump to his shoulders. "Shige? You home?"
Tegoshi watches as the first two men turn to face the third.
"Do you know why there's a whore in my bathtub?" irritable-voice asks the third man dryly, and Tegoshi quickly closes his eyes to slits so they don't know he's awake yet.
"Eh? I mean… yes and no. I don't think he's a… a prostitute, though. At least I didn't see any money exchange hands." His face is screwed up in thought and Shige and Kei's eyebrows shoot up. "No! I mean! I didn't see him sleep with anyone either!" He drops his face into his hands a moment and then takes a deep breath and looks up. "Okay. I'm sorry there's a provocatively dressed stranger in your bathtub but it was all Koki's fault! I just invited Nakamaru over for dinner and suddenly Koki is coming over and bringing all these people of questionable taste and hygiene over and Idon'tknow. I stayed up all night cleaning up the mess. And I washed your sheets!" He looks anxiously at the tall, thin one. "Don't worry, Kei, I did it just the way you like with your special fabric softener."
"Not that I doubt your laundering skills, Massu, but I think we're skirting a pretty important question right now," must-be-Shige says. "Namely, why did you have to wash them?"
Kei's lips curls down in horror and his eyes widen, and never let it be said that Tegoshi doesn't know when he should probably help a poor guy out, especially when he supposes he's partially to blame anyway. If he'd gone home last night, they'd probably have never even known there had been a party. So Tegoshi chooses that moment to shift, hooking an arm over the edge of the tub and hauling himself up to his feet and stepping out onto the tiled floor. All three sets of eyes turn to him.
"You've got a nice tub," he says cheekily, leaning down to pull on his boots. He would know. After three days of partying 'til he dropped and waking up in a bathtub every morning, this one is by far the cleanest and most comfortable. "And don't worry. I can show myself out." He strolls past them toward where he hopes the front door is, winking at Massu as he passes.
Twenty minutes later, he's totally lost and his feet are throbbing, but he's scored a pork bun from a sweet granny running a vegetable stand who is now kindly offering to rub his feet because she used to be a masseuse back in the day and can still give a mean foot rub. Who is he to stop her from reliving her youth, so he's settled on a bench with his feet in her lap, munching on his breakfast and thinking life is pretty damn awesome. Of course.
His feet feeling marginally less painful, he wanders around the brightly colored neighborhood before finding a clean wall, shaded from the worst of the noon sun, and dropping down to sit on a large crate. He lounges against the wall bobbing his head to the incessant beat of someone's speakers, music ringing out into the neighborhood and mixing with all the other noises. There's nowhere he has to be. Most of his soccer buds are out of town for the holidays, and the rest have plans with their girlfriends. If Tegoshi were a spiteful person, he'd be upset that they'd left him hanging. But he is a grown man fully capable of entertaining himself for a few days. Besides, he'd never tried party-hopping before, and he figures you really had to give it a few days before you could get into the semi-nomadic lifestyle. Maybe he could do a paper on it later, he thinks drowsily, the wet heat making him feel lazy.
Tegoshi has a sort of built-in radar that lets him know when people are looking at him. Mostly he tunes it out because, really, people are always looking at him, but there's no one else around right now and his Tego-senses are tingling, so he slits open his eyes to see a guy leering at him. He's attractive enough, Tegoshi guesses, athletic and wearing the latest in fashion, but he looks like everyone else. Nothing special, and Tegoshi lifts his eyebrows in an unimpressed gesture and leans back against the wall, watching the man walk away, an angry gait to his step because he clearly isn't used to being dismissed so easily.
He's just beginning to wonder how he's going to get anywhere tonight because he really doesn't want to walk, when a guy strides into view, short wiry frame with burnished bronze skin stretched over lean muscles. The walk says he knows he's hot shit, but the clothes say he doesn't care, a white t-shirt with baggy blue jeans, and the ugliest black frames Tegoshi's ever seen bordering sleepy-looking eyes. More importantly, he's jangling a set of keys and looking intently at a gold convertible, and that's all he needs.
Anyone can stretch, but stretching enticingly takes talent. Tegoshi waits until the man is almost to him, then starts small, arching his neck and feeling a drop of sweat run down before stretching out one leg, bowing his back and raising both arms above his head until he can feel a breeze blow over the skin of his stomach. And moans breathily. Then he snaps his eyes to meet the man's and there's a moment of possibility before the man smirks and slows to a stop.
"Wanna go for a ride?" he asks, tapping his keys against his leg and giving Tegoshi a once-over.
Slumping back against the wall, Tegoshi very obviously eyes him before letting his lips curl up playfully. "All right," he says, rising to his feet and sauntering over. It's important that they think you think you're doing them a favor. All part of the game.
It turns out Tegoshi is doing him a favor, though, when they get pulled over not two minutes later.
"Fucking Pi," the driver mutters, eyes watching the officer approach in the rearview mirror. "Just let him cop a feel and he'll let us go, the perv."
'Pi' is fucking hot, is what he is, and Tegoshi doesn't mind letting him frisk him, not at all, not even when he bends him over the hood. In fact, he's such a good sport about it that Pi even lets him keep the cuffs.
He hooks the second band around his wrist and slides it closed with a click as he hops over the door and into the passenger seat. "Onward, James," he tells white-t-shirt.
"It's Ryo," he mutters, but his mood brightens considerably when Tegoshi leans into him and whispers his name back to him.
They stop at Tegoshi's house long enough for him to shower and change, Ryo trying, successfully, to get into his pants (what can he say? He's a sucker for those ugly glasses) between the two acts, and by the time they get out, it's late afternoon and Ryo knows exactly where to go.
The first stop is some pub down the road where they throw back a couple beers over grilled chicken and vegetables. But after that it gets a little hazy, Ryo hopping them from party to party, crashing some, being called to others until they end up at "Jin's" and Tegoshi sees something that makes his night five hundred times better (not that he doesn't like Ryo and all, but he is a belligerent drunk, and kind of an asshole after he's had a few, and he's definitely had more than a few...) - Pi the cop, out of uniform and leaning against the counter, watching people dance around the apartment.
It's late, Tegoshi's getting kind of sleepy, but the sight peps him up and he ditches Ryo mid-sentence to sidle up next to the cop, jingling his handcuffs at him in greeting.
A slow smile spreads over Pi's face as he looks Tegoshi over. "Come to give them back?"
"No," he replies, and tilts his head and smiles charmingly. "They were a gift. If you want them you've got to earn them back."
The look on Pi's face tells him he wouldn't mind getting to work right this second.
---
In the morning he wakes up in a bed, alone, handcuffed to the headboard and sore all over.
"Pi!" A man's voice comes garbled through the door before it's thrown open and Jin is standing there, toothbrush in his mouth. He takes it out to curse and then backs out into the hall and stalks off. "Pi! What did I tell you about leaving people 'cuffed to your headboard! It's not okay!"
Tegoshi agrees, mostly because he's kind of really got to pee, but when a sleepy-eyed, bed-headed, shirtless Pi walks back in with a leering grin, Tegoshi thinks it was worth it anyway. It's about time all this partying paid off.