I think Oshinko-chan Likes Me
A/N: Wrote this when I should be sleeping. I obviously have an oral fixation.
Toma/Yamapi
oshinko pg-13 438words
They go out for dinner to celebrate the official announcement of Toma's new drama role, and they sit at their usual booth at the back of the restaurant, Noren curtains hiding them from sharp prying eyes. Yamapi's wearing a ridiculously dorky pair of glasses that threatens to fall off his nose when he nods at the waitress handing them the menus, both of them dissolving into stifled laughter when she gives him a strange look before leaving.
"NEWS says congratulations on your role with Ohno-kun," Yamapi beams at Toma, like he's a father proud of his son's achievements.
"Thank you," Toma says in a low voice, pulling a too-serious face that earns him a kick under the table.
They order, and a dish of pickled vegetables is served up in accompaniment with their entrees. But before Toma can even snap his chopsticks apart, Yamapi swipes the dish out of his reach. Toma gapes.
"Ryo-chan teased me about my lousy keitai skills today," Yamapi hisses, and holds the plate out of reach of Toma's flailing hands.
"Ahh, you can't be that petty, Yamashita! You told everybody you couldn't spell my name properly, what kind of best friend are you?"
Yamapi eats a few pickles with the most annoying self-satisfied grin on his face Toma's ever seen, chuckling at his attempt to pout - he'd surely learned that from the best, but that won't work on him, no - and watches with amusement as his expression changes to one of horror when he sees that Yamapi's about to finish all the pickles.
"Oh no! No, don't finish them all, please?"
Sometimes Yamapi likes to tease Toma, to bring out the more senior man's whiny and bratty side that he doesn't show around others. It makes him feel a little bit more special, like being the first to hear a secret. When Toma starts looking like a kicked puppy, Yamapi relents and holds out a pickle with his chopsticks. Toma instantly leans forward with his mouth open, expecting to be fed. But just as his teeth were about to come down on the juicy vegetable, Yamapi snatches it away and puts it into his own mouth.
"That was the last - "
His exclamation is silenced when Yamapi leans over to cover Toma's mouth with his own, eliciting a muted gurgle of protest before Toma responds and kisses back. When they break apart, Toma runs his tongue over his lips, chasing the last taste of the savoury pickles.
"Hey you, Yamashita! What did you do that for?"
"You said to feed you pickles," Yamapi's lips quirk upwards with Toma's rising eyebrows.
Toma/Yamapi
oshinko pg-13 438words
They go out for dinner to celebrate the official announcement of Toma's new drama role, and they sit at their usual booth at the back of the restaurant, Noren curtains hiding them from sharp prying eyes. Yamapi's wearing a ridiculously dorky pair of glasses that threatens to fall off his nose when he nods at the waitress handing them the menus, both of them dissolving into stifled laughter when she gives him a strange look before leaving.
"NEWS says congratulations on your role with Ohno-kun," Yamapi beams at Toma, like he's a father proud of his son's achievements.
"Thank you," Toma says in a low voice, pulling a too-serious face that earns him a kick under the table.
They order, and a dish of pickled vegetables is served up in accompaniment with their entrees. But before Toma can even snap his chopsticks apart, Yamapi swipes the dish out of his reach. Toma gapes.
"Ryo-chan teased me about my lousy keitai skills today," Yamapi hisses, and holds the plate out of reach of Toma's flailing hands.
"Ahh, you can't be that petty, Yamashita! You told everybody you couldn't spell my name properly, what kind of best friend are you?"
Yamapi eats a few pickles with the most annoying self-satisfied grin on his face Toma's ever seen, chuckling at his attempt to pout - he'd surely learned that from the best, but that won't work on him, no - and watches with amusement as his expression changes to one of horror when he sees that Yamapi's about to finish all the pickles.
"Oh no! No, don't finish them all, please?"
Sometimes Yamapi likes to tease Toma, to bring out the more senior man's whiny and bratty side that he doesn't show around others. It makes him feel a little bit more special, like being the first to hear a secret. When Toma starts looking like a kicked puppy, Yamapi relents and holds out a pickle with his chopsticks. Toma instantly leans forward with his mouth open, expecting to be fed. But just as his teeth were about to come down on the juicy vegetable, Yamapi snatches it away and puts it into his own mouth.
"That was the last - "
His exclamation is silenced when Yamapi leans over to cover Toma's mouth with his own, eliciting a muted gurgle of protest before Toma responds and kisses back. When they break apart, Toma runs his tongue over his lips, chasing the last taste of the savoury pickles.
"Hey you, Yamashita! What did you do that for?"
"You said to feed you pickles," Yamapi's lips quirk upwards with Toma's rising eyebrows.