family portrait [2/?]
title: family portrait
author: hika_nishi
pairing: masuda/tegoshi
rating: pg-13
disclaimer: I own the computer I typed this on. That's it.
summary: Something hits him, the fact he already knew that he’d never be wearing this while he waits at the end of an aisle for that person who means most to him in the world.
Previous: 01
“Tegoshi, get up!” He feels a hand on his arm nudging him awake. “You have class in a half hour.”
For the last two weeks, Tegoshi hasn’t been home, moving with a bunch of his things into Shige’s dorm at the university. He hadn’t been all that excited about it, but he caved, knowing that if Tegoshi had reached this point, the least he could do was lend him a hand. Masuda’s wedding is getting closer everyday, always bringing home some assorted collection of printouts and magazine pages that he would excitedly ask for Tegoshi’s opinion on. For eight nights, he cried himself to sleep over it. Since then, he’d been here, sleeping on the top bunk in the room Shige conveniently had to himself for the semester.
Shige shakes him again, he groans and buries his face in the pillow. “Come on, Tegoshi. Don’t make me pull you out of bed like I’m your mother.” He sighs, pushing the blankets off so he can climb down. “What’s the matter with you today?”
“I talked to my mom yesterday.”
“Oh, how sad for you.”
“Shut up,” Tegoshi takes a seat at Shige’s desk scratching the back of his head.
“And that upsets you because?” He pauses as if looking for an answer that they both know he doesn’t need. “Masuda?”
Tegoshi nods lazily. “He wants me to go check out the reception hall with him.”
“Is it really that hard for you to be around him nowadays?”
“Only when he talks about the fucking wedding, which is his favorite topic lately.”
Shige puts a hand on his shoulder. “Are you fishing for advice again?” Tegoshi blinks up at him, big eyes searching for answers. “Why that face,” he groans, almost making Tegoshi laugh. “Just for that, I'm making you go with Masuda. No pouting. Time to grow up.”
“Shige.”
“Stop whining,” Shige grabs Tegoshi’s phone, finds Masuda’s number and hits send. “Get ready for class.”
“You really do act like my mother,” he mumbles, grabbing something to wear as Shige’s voice cheerfully says hello to Masuda.
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Reluctantly, he goes with Masuda. The hall is nice place with a stage inside for the band and an outdoor patio on the water. He honestly says he likes it. “Yukari and I were talking,” Masuda says, sitting down at one of the tables. “Could you sing something at the reception, Yuya? You know how much I like your voice, it would mean a lot to me.”
He tries to smile, force himself to say okay because it will make Masuda happy, but in the end, he shakes his head. “I don’t think I want to.”
Masuda sighs, gestures to Tegoshi to sit down. “You and me have to talk.” Tegoshi takes a seat at the table, across from Masuda. “You don’t like Yukari, do you.”
“It’s not that,” he looks at the floor, dragging his feet on the floor a bit. “Not exactly.”
“Then what is it?” Tegoshi doesn’t answer, just shakes his head. “Yuya.”
“You’re leaving me.”
“I’m not leaving you.” He smiles, reaches a hand across the table, gripping Tegoshi’s gently. “We can still see each other whenever you want. How many times do I have to tell you that. We’re family.”
He wants to say more, wants to tell him everything, but he just smiles instead, holds Masuda’s hand as if hoping he’ll read everything from that simple gesture. He doesn’t think he does.
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It’s tomorrow. After several months of dread and sorrow, it’s here. A couple of his friends from work are taking him out for drinks on his last night of freedom, which Masuda, in his typical big brother fashion, invites Tegoshi to come along to. He agrees to go, not because he there’s anything about this he wants to celebrate, but because he won’t pass up the opportunity to drink himself to a point where it doesn’t hurt so much.
He downs his sixth beer of the night. “Damn, Massu, your little brother can put them away,” one of Masuda’s friends laughs, ordering Tegoshi another one.
“Pi, don’t encourage him,” Masuda says, tone showing disapproval that Tegoshi disregards, grabbing for the new glass in front of him.
“Relax, Massu,” his other friend, Koyama, says, putting an arm around his shoulders. “We’re celebrating you tonight. Besides, he’s having fun, aren’t you Tego-chan?”
“No, he’s not.”
Tegoshi slams the glass down on the counter, a piece chipping off a falling with a tap, but he’s too drunk to be concerned about it. “You don’t know,” he shifts on the stool, loses his balance. The wind gets knocked out of him as his back hits the floor, colors of the lights in the bar spinning in his vision like a kaleidoscope. “You don’t know anything,” he mumbles, slurred and sobbing, a familiar wetness rolling from his eyes. Masuda’s head pops into his view, or at least he assumes it’s Masuda from the vague image he’s able to process. He helps Tegoshi off the floor, says something he can’t quite understand to the other two in a deep voice that is most definitely Masuda’s.
“Yuya, what the hell are you doing?” he asks when they’re outside on the street, Tegoshi hanging off him, tripping over his own feet. “Look at you.”
He lets his head fall onto Masuda’s shoulder. “Are you really getting married tomorrow?” his voice is barely understandable.
“Yes, Yuya, I am.”
“Takahisa really loves Yukari?”
“Yes, I do.”
“What about Yuya?”
“What about You?” he opens the door on the passenger side, helps Tegoshi into his seat.
“Does Takahisa love Yuya?”
Masuda smiles as he buckles Tegoshi’s seat belt, pauses to run fingers through his hair, pat his cheek. “I do.”
“Then why don’t you marry Yuya?” Masuda closes the door before he finishes the sentence, Tegoshi’s eyes following him as he walks around to the other side.
“What was that?” he asks as he gets in his seat, closing the door behind him.
“Takahisa should marry Yuya,” he repeats. Masuda freezes with the keys in the ignition.
He laughs, uncomfortably. “What?”
There’s a part of Tegoshi’s mind that still had enough sense in it to tell him to shut his mouth, let it go. Unfortunately that part of his mind had no control over his body. He leans over in the car, pulling against the force of the seat belt, his lips landing on Masuda’s. There’s a delay before Masuda pushes him lightly back into his seat, starting the car and pulling out into the street like nothing happened. “Yuya loves Takahisa,” he says, louder than he’d usually speak, but the car motor is so loud is his ears. “I want Takahisa to marry me, kiss me, touch me. I want Takahisa to fuck me senseless in the back of this car.”
“Yuya, will you shut the fuck up!” Masuda snaps, foot slamming the break pedal, knuckles white on the steering wheel. They both jerk forward, a car slamming them from behind. “Dammnit, fuck, fuck,” Masuda starts running a string of obscenities together, banging on the steering wheel a few times before he gets out of the car. “Stay here,” he tells Tegoshi, firmly, commanding.
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“You should be glad mom and dad are asleep,” Masuda says quietly as he helps Tegoshi into the house. “They would be so pissed at me if they saw you like this.” Masuda pulls him up onto his back, moves quietly down the hall to Tegoshi’s room, dropping him on the bed and closing the door. “You’re an idiot, you know that? A big fucking idiot,” he says as he slides Tegoshi’s shoes off his feet.
“I’m sorry,” Tegoshi mumbles, staring up at the ceiling, listening to the quiet sounds of Masuda shuffling around his room.
Masuda sighs. “Don’t be sorry.” Tegoshi gasps when he feels hands on his belt, unfastening the buckle, pulling down the zipper of his jeans. His heart starts racing as Masuda tugs them off, but he’s quickly disappointed when he feels him sticking one of his legs in a pair of sweatpants. “Lift your hips so I can get these on,” Masuda tells him, as if this is a chore he’d rather not be doing.
“You’re mad at me,” he whispers, doing as he’s told.
“I’m not mad.”
“You yelled at me.”
“We’re brothers,” he yanks the blankets from under Tegoshi’s body, tucks them around him. “It would be odd if I never yelled at you.” Masuda falls back into a chair next to his bed. “Just, don’t say anything like that to me again, please.”
It feels like needles being jabbed into his heart. “I won’t.”
“Yuya?”
“Hm?”
“You know I care about you, right?”
Tegoshi turns his head, stares at Masuda’s face, illuminated by the dim white light coming in through window. “I know.”
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Ugh. my internet is being a bitch lately...
anyway, I wanted to finish this chap and get it posted today, since I'll be busy with Christmas/family for most of the next couple days.
Merry Christmas! I love you guys♥
author: hika_nishi
pairing: masuda/tegoshi
rating: pg-13
disclaimer: I own the computer I typed this on. That's it.
summary: Something hits him, the fact he already knew that he’d never be wearing this while he waits at the end of an aisle for that person who means most to him in the world.
Previous: 01
“Tegoshi, get up!” He feels a hand on his arm nudging him awake. “You have class in a half hour.”
For the last two weeks, Tegoshi hasn’t been home, moving with a bunch of his things into Shige’s dorm at the university. He hadn’t been all that excited about it, but he caved, knowing that if Tegoshi had reached this point, the least he could do was lend him a hand. Masuda’s wedding is getting closer everyday, always bringing home some assorted collection of printouts and magazine pages that he would excitedly ask for Tegoshi’s opinion on. For eight nights, he cried himself to sleep over it. Since then, he’d been here, sleeping on the top bunk in the room Shige conveniently had to himself for the semester.
Shige shakes him again, he groans and buries his face in the pillow. “Come on, Tegoshi. Don’t make me pull you out of bed like I’m your mother.” He sighs, pushing the blankets off so he can climb down. “What’s the matter with you today?”
“I talked to my mom yesterday.”
“Oh, how sad for you.”
“Shut up,” Tegoshi takes a seat at Shige’s desk scratching the back of his head.
“And that upsets you because?” He pauses as if looking for an answer that they both know he doesn’t need. “Masuda?”
Tegoshi nods lazily. “He wants me to go check out the reception hall with him.”
“Is it really that hard for you to be around him nowadays?”
“Only when he talks about the fucking wedding, which is his favorite topic lately.”
Shige puts a hand on his shoulder. “Are you fishing for advice again?” Tegoshi blinks up at him, big eyes searching for answers. “Why that face,” he groans, almost making Tegoshi laugh. “Just for that, I'm making you go with Masuda. No pouting. Time to grow up.”
“Shige.”
“Stop whining,” Shige grabs Tegoshi’s phone, finds Masuda’s number and hits send. “Get ready for class.”
“You really do act like my mother,” he mumbles, grabbing something to wear as Shige’s voice cheerfully says hello to Masuda.
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Reluctantly, he goes with Masuda. The hall is nice place with a stage inside for the band and an outdoor patio on the water. He honestly says he likes it. “Yukari and I were talking,” Masuda says, sitting down at one of the tables. “Could you sing something at the reception, Yuya? You know how much I like your voice, it would mean a lot to me.”
He tries to smile, force himself to say okay because it will make Masuda happy, but in the end, he shakes his head. “I don’t think I want to.”
Masuda sighs, gestures to Tegoshi to sit down. “You and me have to talk.” Tegoshi takes a seat at the table, across from Masuda. “You don’t like Yukari, do you.”
“It’s not that,” he looks at the floor, dragging his feet on the floor a bit. “Not exactly.”
“Then what is it?” Tegoshi doesn’t answer, just shakes his head. “Yuya.”
“You’re leaving me.”
“I’m not leaving you.” He smiles, reaches a hand across the table, gripping Tegoshi’s gently. “We can still see each other whenever you want. How many times do I have to tell you that. We’re family.”
He wants to say more, wants to tell him everything, but he just smiles instead, holds Masuda’s hand as if hoping he’ll read everything from that simple gesture. He doesn’t think he does.
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It’s tomorrow. After several months of dread and sorrow, it’s here. A couple of his friends from work are taking him out for drinks on his last night of freedom, which Masuda, in his typical big brother fashion, invites Tegoshi to come along to. He agrees to go, not because he there’s anything about this he wants to celebrate, but because he won’t pass up the opportunity to drink himself to a point where it doesn’t hurt so much.
He downs his sixth beer of the night. “Damn, Massu, your little brother can put them away,” one of Masuda’s friends laughs, ordering Tegoshi another one.
“Pi, don’t encourage him,” Masuda says, tone showing disapproval that Tegoshi disregards, grabbing for the new glass in front of him.
“Relax, Massu,” his other friend, Koyama, says, putting an arm around his shoulders. “We’re celebrating you tonight. Besides, he’s having fun, aren’t you Tego-chan?”
“No, he’s not.”
Tegoshi slams the glass down on the counter, a piece chipping off a falling with a tap, but he’s too drunk to be concerned about it. “You don’t know,” he shifts on the stool, loses his balance. The wind gets knocked out of him as his back hits the floor, colors of the lights in the bar spinning in his vision like a kaleidoscope. “You don’t know anything,” he mumbles, slurred and sobbing, a familiar wetness rolling from his eyes. Masuda’s head pops into his view, or at least he assumes it’s Masuda from the vague image he’s able to process. He helps Tegoshi off the floor, says something he can’t quite understand to the other two in a deep voice that is most definitely Masuda’s.
“Yuya, what the hell are you doing?” he asks when they’re outside on the street, Tegoshi hanging off him, tripping over his own feet. “Look at you.”
He lets his head fall onto Masuda’s shoulder. “Are you really getting married tomorrow?” his voice is barely understandable.
“Yes, Yuya, I am.”
“Takahisa really loves Yukari?”
“Yes, I do.”
“What about Yuya?”
“What about You?” he opens the door on the passenger side, helps Tegoshi into his seat.
“Does Takahisa love Yuya?”
Masuda smiles as he buckles Tegoshi’s seat belt, pauses to run fingers through his hair, pat his cheek. “I do.”
“Then why don’t you marry Yuya?” Masuda closes the door before he finishes the sentence, Tegoshi’s eyes following him as he walks around to the other side.
“What was that?” he asks as he gets in his seat, closing the door behind him.
“Takahisa should marry Yuya,” he repeats. Masuda freezes with the keys in the ignition.
He laughs, uncomfortably. “What?”
There’s a part of Tegoshi’s mind that still had enough sense in it to tell him to shut his mouth, let it go. Unfortunately that part of his mind had no control over his body. He leans over in the car, pulling against the force of the seat belt, his lips landing on Masuda’s. There’s a delay before Masuda pushes him lightly back into his seat, starting the car and pulling out into the street like nothing happened. “Yuya loves Takahisa,” he says, louder than he’d usually speak, but the car motor is so loud is his ears. “I want Takahisa to marry me, kiss me, touch me. I want Takahisa to fuck me senseless in the back of this car.”
“Yuya, will you shut the fuck up!” Masuda snaps, foot slamming the break pedal, knuckles white on the steering wheel. They both jerk forward, a car slamming them from behind. “Dammnit, fuck, fuck,” Masuda starts running a string of obscenities together, banging on the steering wheel a few times before he gets out of the car. “Stay here,” he tells Tegoshi, firmly, commanding.
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“You should be glad mom and dad are asleep,” Masuda says quietly as he helps Tegoshi into the house. “They would be so pissed at me if they saw you like this.” Masuda pulls him up onto his back, moves quietly down the hall to Tegoshi’s room, dropping him on the bed and closing the door. “You’re an idiot, you know that? A big fucking idiot,” he says as he slides Tegoshi’s shoes off his feet.
“I’m sorry,” Tegoshi mumbles, staring up at the ceiling, listening to the quiet sounds of Masuda shuffling around his room.
Masuda sighs. “Don’t be sorry.” Tegoshi gasps when he feels hands on his belt, unfastening the buckle, pulling down the zipper of his jeans. His heart starts racing as Masuda tugs them off, but he’s quickly disappointed when he feels him sticking one of his legs in a pair of sweatpants. “Lift your hips so I can get these on,” Masuda tells him, as if this is a chore he’d rather not be doing.
“You’re mad at me,” he whispers, doing as he’s told.
“I’m not mad.”
“You yelled at me.”
“We’re brothers,” he yanks the blankets from under Tegoshi’s body, tucks them around him. “It would be odd if I never yelled at you.” Masuda falls back into a chair next to his bed. “Just, don’t say anything like that to me again, please.”
It feels like needles being jabbed into his heart. “I won’t.”
“Yuya?”
“Hm?”
“You know I care about you, right?”
Tegoshi turns his head, stares at Masuda’s face, illuminated by the dim white light coming in through window. “I know.”
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Ugh. my internet is being a bitch lately...
anyway, I wanted to finish this chap and get it posted today, since I'll be busy with Christmas/family for most of the next couple days.
Merry Christmas! I love you guys♥