with true love and brotherhood [one-shot]
title: with true love and brotherhood
author: hika_nishi
pairing: masuda/tegoshi
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: I own the computer I typed this on. That's it.
summary: Masuda doesn’t try to tell her that almost nobody finds the one in high school, not because it would upset her, but because she’ll point out that he said almost no one.
Masuda is a typical kind of big brother. He gets irritated when his sister comes into his room whenever she feels like it and talks his ear off about nothing, he gripes about being forced to go with her and her friends somewhere pink and girly to shop, but when it comes to boys, he gets protective. That’s his little sister after all.
She comes into his room one day, in the fall, when the air outside is getting just cold enough for his liking, going on about some guy she had a date with, athletic and pretty, bright and notorious for spoiling his girlfriends. It’s important to her that Masuda meets him, she guarantees he’ll like him. He’s the one. Masuda doesn’t try to tell her that almost nobody finds the one in high school, not because it would upset her, but because she’ll point out that he said almost no one.
His family meets this boy in early December, when their mother invites him over for dinner. He introduces himself as Tegoshi Yuya, a classmate of hers for the last several years, a good student and one of the stars of the school’s soccer team. Masuda thinks he recognizes him from that.
He sneaks out after dinner, while his parents bombard Tegoshi with a series of questions to determine if he’s good enough for their little girl. Masuda’s really not one for questioning, he’ll probably just spy on this guy at school, when he can’t make something up about what kind of person he is. He walks over to the artificial, cone shaped tree in the corner of their living room, grabs a box filled with an assortment of mismatched ornaments and starts hanging them on plastic branches.
“What’s your name?” he jumps at the sound of the voice, almost falls off the stool he’s using to reach the top of the tree. When he turns his head, Tegoshi is sitting on the couch, legs crossed on the cushions, smiling at him. It’s a nice, warm smile. “What’s your name?” he repeats. “She never told me.”
“Takahisa,” he answers without thinking about it. “But, don’t call me by my first name.”
“Okay, Masuda-kun.” He gets from the couch, walks toward the tree, standing so close to Masuda his face is only a few inches from his chest, looking up at him with big, innocent eyes. “Want some help?”
“I’m working on the top,” he looks down at him on purpose. “You’re a little short.”
Tegoshi pouts his lips, grabs Masuda’s shoulders and hoists himself onto the stool, much too close for comfort, warm breath hitting his face, sending a shiver down Masuda’s spine. “We’re the same height. So don’t call me short, baby face.” He smiles again, steps down and goes back to the couch as Masuda’s sister enters the room.
He’s a brat.
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Masuda starts seeing Tegoshi a lot in the last few weeks of school, almost like he’s taunting him, or at least that’s how Masuda feels. In reality, he’s probably doing nothing out of the ordinary, just giving him a wave and a nod of acknowledgement if they see each other, sometimes tapping his shoulder if they pass in the hallway. He tells his sister that Tegoshi seems a little odd, she just laughs and say he’s just enjoying life, and maybe Masuda should try it sometime.
“I think he hates me,” he tells he honestly, reading a magazine in the living room while she wraps presents for their parents.
She laughs loudly, tells him he’s being ridiculous. “He wants you to like him, he says that all the time.” She drops next to Masuda on the couch. “Tegoshi-kun is a bit, unconventional sometimes, but he’s a sweet guy. You could at least try.”
“He’s obnoxious.”
“Please, Taka,” she blinks at him, “give him a chance, for me.”
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On the last day of school for the year, he gets that opportunity. Tegoshi stops him in the hallway as students make their way toward the door for winter recess, asks if he has time to talk. “I want to buy her something for Christmas. I was wondering if you could help me pick it out? Since you’re her brother and all,” he smiles, but his eyes look uncertain.
Masuda holds back a heavy sigh, forces a smile. “Sure.” Tegoshi grins wide, grabs him by the arm and pulls him out the door.
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He buys them some lunch at a fast food place in the food court of the mall. Why he says okay to buying food for Tegoshi is a mystery, and he almost wishes he didn’t when he goes back to table to see the boy playing with his phone. He clears his throat and Tegoshi looks up, puts Masuda’s phone down.
“Sorry. Your phone looked nice,” he grabs his food off the tray in Masuda’s hands. “I’ve been thinking of getting a new one, so I was just looking.”
“You’re a little, overbearing.” It’s his more polite was of calling him annoying.
Tegoshi just sighs and shrugs. “Maybe I am.”
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They stop in almost every store that has anything decent in it, pausing so Tegoshi can play a game demo or flip through a book about the psychology of love and hate. Masuda feels like that’s oddly appropriate, but can’t understand why.
For an hour, they walk around a department store, even through the sections that no young girl would want or need anything from. Masuda starts to wonder if Tegoshi is just playing with him or if he’s taking this as some kind of male bonding adventure. He makes a sound and grabs Masuda by the wrist and pulls him into the boys department, pointing at a shirt with a cartoon pig on it. “This is cute, isn’t it?” he smiles at Masuda as if expecting an agreement, but he’s too focused on the fact that Tegoshi’s fingers are still wrapped around his wrist. “Isn’t it?” he repeats. “Cute and chubby, just like Massu.”
“What?” Masuda’s focus snaps back, pulling his arm away from Tegoshi.
“Oh, sorry,” he rubs the back of his head with a hand, smiles again. “Cute and chubby like Masuda-san.”
“I’m not chubby,” he says with an involuntary pout of his lips. Tegoshi pokes lightly at his cheeks as a protest. “I’m not.” He swats the hand away.
A smirk spreads across Tegoshi’s face, he leans his chin on Masuda’s shoulder, whispering in his ear. “Prove it.”
Masuda takes a couple deep, irritated breaths, grumbles a bit, before grabbing Tegoshi’s upper arm and dragging him to the back of the store, toward the fitting rooms. He mumbles things under his breath, about this arrogant, obnoxious brat of a sixteen year old who thinks he knows everything. He pushes Tegoshi into one of the rooms, hears him mumble, You’re rough, amid laughter. Masuda pulls the hem of his shirt up his chin. “Hit me, go ahead, you’ll see, I’m not cute and chubby.”
He waits, expecting Tegoshi to do exactly what he said, but he doesn’t. Instead, he squeezes his arm, runs his hand up and down it. “You’re right, you’re not,” he finally says. “Masuda-san is sexy.” Masuda stumbles over incoherent words, feels Tegoshi’s hand brush absentmindedly against his stomach, making his skin tingle. “She never said you were so hot.”
“I, what?” Tegoshi smiles, leans forward to kiss Masuda’s lips, feathery and soft, sighing against them.
“Masuda-san has soft lips,” he whispers against his skin. Without thinking, Masuda grabs his shoulder, pushes Tegoshi against the wall of the fitting room, kisses him back, hard, licking his lips until he parts them with a soft moan. He tastes like innocent things, peppermint and vanilla. Masuda pulls back for air, tugging gently on Tegoshi’s bottom lip with his teeth. “And you know how to use them.”
Their lips come together again, Tegoshi moaning into his mouth when Masuda’s hands wander up his sides, under his shirt. It’s almost sick, how much he enjoys it, kissing his sister’s boyfriend, but Tegoshi’s lips are strangely addictive, distracting. Masuda almost doesn’t notice hands undoing the zipper on his pants. “What, what are you doing?”
Tegoshi bites his lip, it makes his mind go in circles. “I’m sorry. It just felt like-” Masuda doesn’t care what the rest of the sentence is, he catches Tegoshi’s lips again, wet and sloppy, pushing his against the wall as his fingers work on the boy’s belt. “I really like you, Massu,” he says, breathy and almost erotic, as his pants fall down to the bend of his knees.
Masuda lifts him slightly so he can get a better angle. “Who said you could call me something like Massu?” he asks before pushing himself inside Tegoshi, not really caring what his answer is. Tegoshi’s face contorts in pain, he tosses his head back, smacking it into the wall, biting his lip hard to hold back a moan. Masuda almost laughs when he hears the sounds of innocent Christmas songs playing on the store speakers as he fucks Tegoshi against the wall, listening to him mumble Massu, Massu while Masuda’s lips brush over his throat. He kisses his lips again when he comes, an attempt to stifle noises from the back of his throat.
He takes deep breaths, resting his head on Tegoshi’s shoulder for a moment before pulling his pants back up to his waist. “Massu,” Tegoshi whines, panting against the wall. Masuda kisses his lips gently, falls to his knees to finish the boy with his mouth. Tegoshi doesn’t try to quiet himself anymore, nearly screaming, “Massu, yes, yes, yes.” The music on the speakers says something about angel’s singing, Masuda secretly hopes angels sound the way Tegoshi does now. He finally reaches his peak, whimpering with fingers curled in Masuda’s hair. He slides down the wall, sitting on the floor for a while he gets his breath back.
“Thank you, Masuda-san,” he says when he finally stands again, fixing his pants and heading back into the store. A woman glares at them when they walk out, Masuda feels his cheeks turn red. He keeps his head down until they’ve left the mall.
Masuda doesn’t notice until later that Tegoshi never did get his sister a Christmas present.
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His sister comes home late Christmas Eve, a big smile on her face, Masuda feels his stomach tighten in knots. “Date?” he says, pretending nothing’s bothering him. She nods, dropping into the chair beside their tree. “Tegoshi-kun?”
“No, Kato-kun. He’s really smart, you’d like him.”
Masuda blinks at her a few times. “What happened to Tegoshi-kun?”
“We broke up two weeks ago. Good job paying attention,” she laughs. “I’ve never been dumped so politely before. Whoever he’s in love with now is really lucky. He introduced me to Kato-kun, too.” Masuda realizes Tegoshi lied to him. “Oh,” his sister hands a box to Masuda. “This was on the front porch. It has your name on it.”
He takes the box from her hand, stares at it as he curls up on the couch. It’s poorly wrapped, his name in messy, but legible handwriting. He tears the paper off, opens it to find a note and an animal, a plush version of the cartoon pig Tegoshi had pointed out that day at the mall. The note is written in that same messy style as his name.
Massu -
Sorry I lied to you. I really like you. Merry Christmas! Love, Tegoshi
P.S. call me!
A smile crosses Masuda’s face, he takes the box and heads down the hall to his room, ignoring his sister’s question about who it’s from. He grabs his phone off his desk, starts scrolling through his contact list until he reaches Tegoshi’s name. He shakes his head, knowing now why Tegoshi was so interested in his phone. He presses send and puts the phone up to his ear. It barely rings twice before he hears that cheerful voice on the other end.
“Merry Christmas, Tegoshi.”
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I was thinking I wanted to write a Christmas fic and thought this up last night. I wrote it today instead of writing an update for Hurricane XD I'm still working out what exactly is going to happen.
This is dedicated to all you lovely people who leave me such nice comments and make me feel good about myself XD I'd list you, but I know I'd forget someone and feel bad. You know who you are though, and ilu♥
author: hika_nishi
pairing: masuda/tegoshi
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: I own the computer I typed this on. That's it.
summary: Masuda doesn’t try to tell her that almost nobody finds the one in high school, not because it would upset her, but because she’ll point out that he said almost no one.
Masuda is a typical kind of big brother. He gets irritated when his sister comes into his room whenever she feels like it and talks his ear off about nothing, he gripes about being forced to go with her and her friends somewhere pink and girly to shop, but when it comes to boys, he gets protective. That’s his little sister after all.
She comes into his room one day, in the fall, when the air outside is getting just cold enough for his liking, going on about some guy she had a date with, athletic and pretty, bright and notorious for spoiling his girlfriends. It’s important to her that Masuda meets him, she guarantees he’ll like him. He’s the one. Masuda doesn’t try to tell her that almost nobody finds the one in high school, not because it would upset her, but because she’ll point out that he said almost no one.
His family meets this boy in early December, when their mother invites him over for dinner. He introduces himself as Tegoshi Yuya, a classmate of hers for the last several years, a good student and one of the stars of the school’s soccer team. Masuda thinks he recognizes him from that.
He sneaks out after dinner, while his parents bombard Tegoshi with a series of questions to determine if he’s good enough for their little girl. Masuda’s really not one for questioning, he’ll probably just spy on this guy at school, when he can’t make something up about what kind of person he is. He walks over to the artificial, cone shaped tree in the corner of their living room, grabs a box filled with an assortment of mismatched ornaments and starts hanging them on plastic branches.
“What’s your name?” he jumps at the sound of the voice, almost falls off the stool he’s using to reach the top of the tree. When he turns his head, Tegoshi is sitting on the couch, legs crossed on the cushions, smiling at him. It’s a nice, warm smile. “What’s your name?” he repeats. “She never told me.”
“Takahisa,” he answers without thinking about it. “But, don’t call me by my first name.”
“Okay, Masuda-kun.” He gets from the couch, walks toward the tree, standing so close to Masuda his face is only a few inches from his chest, looking up at him with big, innocent eyes. “Want some help?”
“I’m working on the top,” he looks down at him on purpose. “You’re a little short.”
Tegoshi pouts his lips, grabs Masuda’s shoulders and hoists himself onto the stool, much too close for comfort, warm breath hitting his face, sending a shiver down Masuda’s spine. “We’re the same height. So don’t call me short, baby face.” He smiles again, steps down and goes back to the couch as Masuda’s sister enters the room.
He’s a brat.
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Masuda starts seeing Tegoshi a lot in the last few weeks of school, almost like he’s taunting him, or at least that’s how Masuda feels. In reality, he’s probably doing nothing out of the ordinary, just giving him a wave and a nod of acknowledgement if they see each other, sometimes tapping his shoulder if they pass in the hallway. He tells his sister that Tegoshi seems a little odd, she just laughs and say he’s just enjoying life, and maybe Masuda should try it sometime.
“I think he hates me,” he tells he honestly, reading a magazine in the living room while she wraps presents for their parents.
She laughs loudly, tells him he’s being ridiculous. “He wants you to like him, he says that all the time.” She drops next to Masuda on the couch. “Tegoshi-kun is a bit, unconventional sometimes, but he’s a sweet guy. You could at least try.”
“He’s obnoxious.”
“Please, Taka,” she blinks at him, “give him a chance, for me.”
++++
On the last day of school for the year, he gets that opportunity. Tegoshi stops him in the hallway as students make their way toward the door for winter recess, asks if he has time to talk. “I want to buy her something for Christmas. I was wondering if you could help me pick it out? Since you’re her brother and all,” he smiles, but his eyes look uncertain.
Masuda holds back a heavy sigh, forces a smile. “Sure.” Tegoshi grins wide, grabs him by the arm and pulls him out the door.
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He buys them some lunch at a fast food place in the food court of the mall. Why he says okay to buying food for Tegoshi is a mystery, and he almost wishes he didn’t when he goes back to table to see the boy playing with his phone. He clears his throat and Tegoshi looks up, puts Masuda’s phone down.
“Sorry. Your phone looked nice,” he grabs his food off the tray in Masuda’s hands. “I’ve been thinking of getting a new one, so I was just looking.”
“You’re a little, overbearing.” It’s his more polite was of calling him annoying.
Tegoshi just sighs and shrugs. “Maybe I am.”
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They stop in almost every store that has anything decent in it, pausing so Tegoshi can play a game demo or flip through a book about the psychology of love and hate. Masuda feels like that’s oddly appropriate, but can’t understand why.
For an hour, they walk around a department store, even through the sections that no young girl would want or need anything from. Masuda starts to wonder if Tegoshi is just playing with him or if he’s taking this as some kind of male bonding adventure. He makes a sound and grabs Masuda by the wrist and pulls him into the boys department, pointing at a shirt with a cartoon pig on it. “This is cute, isn’t it?” he smiles at Masuda as if expecting an agreement, but he’s too focused on the fact that Tegoshi’s fingers are still wrapped around his wrist. “Isn’t it?” he repeats. “Cute and chubby, just like Massu.”
“What?” Masuda’s focus snaps back, pulling his arm away from Tegoshi.
“Oh, sorry,” he rubs the back of his head with a hand, smiles again. “Cute and chubby like Masuda-san.”
“I’m not chubby,” he says with an involuntary pout of his lips. Tegoshi pokes lightly at his cheeks as a protest. “I’m not.” He swats the hand away.
A smirk spreads across Tegoshi’s face, he leans his chin on Masuda’s shoulder, whispering in his ear. “Prove it.”
Masuda takes a couple deep, irritated breaths, grumbles a bit, before grabbing Tegoshi’s upper arm and dragging him to the back of the store, toward the fitting rooms. He mumbles things under his breath, about this arrogant, obnoxious brat of a sixteen year old who thinks he knows everything. He pushes Tegoshi into one of the rooms, hears him mumble, You’re rough, amid laughter. Masuda pulls the hem of his shirt up his chin. “Hit me, go ahead, you’ll see, I’m not cute and chubby.”
He waits, expecting Tegoshi to do exactly what he said, but he doesn’t. Instead, he squeezes his arm, runs his hand up and down it. “You’re right, you’re not,” he finally says. “Masuda-san is sexy.” Masuda stumbles over incoherent words, feels Tegoshi’s hand brush absentmindedly against his stomach, making his skin tingle. “She never said you were so hot.”
“I, what?” Tegoshi smiles, leans forward to kiss Masuda’s lips, feathery and soft, sighing against them.
“Masuda-san has soft lips,” he whispers against his skin. Without thinking, Masuda grabs his shoulder, pushes Tegoshi against the wall of the fitting room, kisses him back, hard, licking his lips until he parts them with a soft moan. He tastes like innocent things, peppermint and vanilla. Masuda pulls back for air, tugging gently on Tegoshi’s bottom lip with his teeth. “And you know how to use them.”
Their lips come together again, Tegoshi moaning into his mouth when Masuda’s hands wander up his sides, under his shirt. It’s almost sick, how much he enjoys it, kissing his sister’s boyfriend, but Tegoshi’s lips are strangely addictive, distracting. Masuda almost doesn’t notice hands undoing the zipper on his pants. “What, what are you doing?”
Tegoshi bites his lip, it makes his mind go in circles. “I’m sorry. It just felt like-” Masuda doesn’t care what the rest of the sentence is, he catches Tegoshi’s lips again, wet and sloppy, pushing his against the wall as his fingers work on the boy’s belt. “I really like you, Massu,” he says, breathy and almost erotic, as his pants fall down to the bend of his knees.
Masuda lifts him slightly so he can get a better angle. “Who said you could call me something like Massu?” he asks before pushing himself inside Tegoshi, not really caring what his answer is. Tegoshi’s face contorts in pain, he tosses his head back, smacking it into the wall, biting his lip hard to hold back a moan. Masuda almost laughs when he hears the sounds of innocent Christmas songs playing on the store speakers as he fucks Tegoshi against the wall, listening to him mumble Massu, Massu while Masuda’s lips brush over his throat. He kisses his lips again when he comes, an attempt to stifle noises from the back of his throat.
He takes deep breaths, resting his head on Tegoshi’s shoulder for a moment before pulling his pants back up to his waist. “Massu,” Tegoshi whines, panting against the wall. Masuda kisses his lips gently, falls to his knees to finish the boy with his mouth. Tegoshi doesn’t try to quiet himself anymore, nearly screaming, “Massu, yes, yes, yes.” The music on the speakers says something about angel’s singing, Masuda secretly hopes angels sound the way Tegoshi does now. He finally reaches his peak, whimpering with fingers curled in Masuda’s hair. He slides down the wall, sitting on the floor for a while he gets his breath back.
“Thank you, Masuda-san,” he says when he finally stands again, fixing his pants and heading back into the store. A woman glares at them when they walk out, Masuda feels his cheeks turn red. He keeps his head down until they’ve left the mall.
Masuda doesn’t notice until later that Tegoshi never did get his sister a Christmas present.
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His sister comes home late Christmas Eve, a big smile on her face, Masuda feels his stomach tighten in knots. “Date?” he says, pretending nothing’s bothering him. She nods, dropping into the chair beside their tree. “Tegoshi-kun?”
“No, Kato-kun. He’s really smart, you’d like him.”
Masuda blinks at her a few times. “What happened to Tegoshi-kun?”
“We broke up two weeks ago. Good job paying attention,” she laughs. “I’ve never been dumped so politely before. Whoever he’s in love with now is really lucky. He introduced me to Kato-kun, too.” Masuda realizes Tegoshi lied to him. “Oh,” his sister hands a box to Masuda. “This was on the front porch. It has your name on it.”
He takes the box from her hand, stares at it as he curls up on the couch. It’s poorly wrapped, his name in messy, but legible handwriting. He tears the paper off, opens it to find a note and an animal, a plush version of the cartoon pig Tegoshi had pointed out that day at the mall. The note is written in that same messy style as his name.
Massu -
Sorry I lied to you. I really like you. Merry Christmas! Love, Tegoshi
P.S. call me!
A smile crosses Masuda’s face, he takes the box and heads down the hall to his room, ignoring his sister’s question about who it’s from. He grabs his phone off his desk, starts scrolling through his contact list until he reaches Tegoshi’s name. He shakes his head, knowing now why Tegoshi was so interested in his phone. He presses send and puts the phone up to his ear. It barely rings twice before he hears that cheerful voice on the other end.
“Merry Christmas, Tegoshi.”
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I was thinking I wanted to write a Christmas fic and thought this up last night. I wrote it today instead of writing an update for Hurricane XD I'm still working out what exactly is going to happen.
This is dedicated to all you lovely people who leave me such nice comments and make me feel good about myself XD I'd list you, but I know I'd forget someone and feel bad. You know who you are though, and ilu♥