Seizing the opportunity
Title: Seizing the opportunity
Pairing: Yokoo/Nikaido
Rating: PG
Word count: 1628
A/N: This fic was a Christmas present for Romi! :3
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Yokoo was idly sipping his coffee and leafing through the magazine he had found lying around the dressing room when suddenly the door flew open and shut again when Nikaido ran into the room.
“Help me,” Nikaido hissed but didn’t wait for Yokoo to move before he ran behind the row of grey lockers and pressed his back against the wall, trying to be as small and invisible as possible. Yokoo raised his eyebrows but didn’t say anything and on the next moment the door flew open again with a loud thump.
“Where’s that brat?” Fujigaya growled. He was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist and his hair was dripping wet.
“Haven’t seen anyone here since you left,” Yokoo lied. Nikaido was a brat, true, but Fujigaya seemed furious enough to start a proper fight right there and Yokoo really didn’t want the first and only peaceful moment of his day disturbed any more than necessary. “Go and check A.B.C-Z’s dressing roo- Taisuke? What’s that smell?”
Yokoo hadn’t noticed anything weird earlier but suddenly he could feel a very manly and very familiar smell lingering around Fujigaya.
“He switched the contents of the bottles,” Fujigaya said and his voice was cold enough that Yokoo could almost see the icicles, “My hair conditioner and Tama’s aftershave. I washed my hair twice after that but it’s still stinking.”
“Oh,” Yokoo said with a sympathetic nod and then chuckled carefully, trying to soothe Fujigaya’s rage a bit instead of annoying him more, “At least it’s not Senga’s antiperspirant. That stuff is strong enough that it would probably have burned your hair completely off.”
“And yet it doesn’t work properly on him,” Fujigaya snorted and shivered, “shit, it’s cold here. I’ll go back.”
Nikaido waited for a long while after Fujigaya was left before he slowly glanced around the room and dared to leave his hideout.
“Really, Nika?” Yokoo said, hardly moving his gaze from the magazine, “Tell me again how you’re twenty-two and a grown man.”
“But you should have seen his face,” Nikaido grinned without any shame now that the danger was gone, “Thanks. For not telling him.”
“No problem. I’ve gotten used to saving your ass lately,” he said pointedly and Nikaido rolled his eyes.
“It’s just a stage play! And it’s not like you mind saving me anyway, be it here or on the stage.”
“I don’t know how it’s possible but I guess you’re right this time,” Yokoo admitted, “but as a sign of gratitude you could offer me a dinner. I’m starving and I’d rather not go home quite yet.”
“Why?” Nikaido asked and flopped to sit on a chair on other side of the table.
“My aunt is visiting,” Yokoo said, shivering at the thought of last night when she had arrived with her huge luggage, wearing her old familiar hideous hat that was probably older than Yokoo himself, “the only relative of mine who I’ve never been very thrilled to meet ever since I was three or so.”
“What’s wrong with her?” Nikaido asked, clearly amused, and Yokoo sighed.
“She’s just…” Yokoo said, waving his hands helplessly when searching the right words, “she’s disgusting. She whines about everything from the food to the spare futon, the temperature in her room and the furniture of the house. She criticizes everything I or my brothers do - they don’t like her either - and on top of everything she smells like cat piss. She has ten cats whose house-training didn’t succeed very well. ”
“Ugh, sounds awful,” Nikaido said sympathetically and Yokoo nodded.
“She is. So, would you mind saving me from having to listen to her the whole evening?”
“Come on,” Nikaido said without a second thought, “You like yakitori, right? I know a really good place not so far from here.”
-
True to Nikaido’s words, the yakitori was delicious. The restaurant was small and Yokoo had never eaten in it before but he liked it from the first glance. Despite the place being old, it was tidy and nicely furnished and the owners, an old couple, were funny and goodhearted people; especially the old lady who kept calling Yokoo and Nikaido ‘dear boys’ most of the time.
“Told you,” Nikaido grinned as if he knew what Yokoo was thinking about, and then stuffed his mouth full of chicken from his plate. Yokoo laughed and felt warm in a way only Nikaido made him feel.
Spending time with Nikaido was nice; he was lively and funny. Somehow, when being with Nikaido, Yokoo forgot how he was usually supposed to be old and responsible. With Nikaido, Yokoo forgot to worry about things, and he liked the feeling of freedom that followed it. The last months had been full of work with both their stage play and Kis-My-Ft2 but Yokoo had enjoyed it all, especially when he could spend so much time with Nikaido. He wasn’t jealous of Nikaido hanging around with other people, not even to Senga who obviously got the most of Nikaido’s attention and free time, but he still liked it when he could have Nikaido all by himself.
To be honest, Yokoo thought, he probably had a small crush on Nikaido.
It wasn’t the kind of a teenager crush that made one blush and stammer and think about the other all day and night, no. It was hard to describe even to himself and Yokoo had barely tried to. He knew what he felt and he accepted it, and it was all right. He didn’t suppose Nikaido would ever answer his feelings but he wasn’t anxious about it either. He was just happy to feel so warm when Nikaido was around.
Which, of course, didn’t mean he would have minded if there had been something more between them.
“What are you looking at?” Nikaido asked and Yokoo shrugged, smiling at his thoughts.
“Nothing very special.”
“Yeah, right,” Nikaido chuckled, “do you really think I don’t recognize that look already? I’ve been wondering about it a while, you know. You totally have something in your mind when you look like that.”
Surprised of Nikaido’s attentiveness, Yokoo blinked a few times before he managed to actually say anything.
“Not going to talk about it here,” he let out, and immediately wondered why he had said so. He could simply have come up with something boring that would have killed Nikaido’s curiosity. Instead, he had pretty much implied he might talk about it if they just were somewhere else.
“Fine,” Nikaido said, and it was already creepy how he seemed to see through him again, “I can wait until we’re out of here.” After that the matter was settled and Nikaido didn’t take it up during the rest of the dinner.
Yokoo had half hoped Nikaido would forget the whole thing by the time they stepped out of the small restaurant. Nikaido, however, pushed his hands deep into the pockets of his jacket and glanced at Yokoo when they strolled along the narrow street.
“So, what is it?” he asked straightforward as always, without any empty phrases. He turned to look back ahead again before continuing, “You know I won’t gossip. If there’s something bothering you, I think you should talk about it.”
Yokoo nodded quietly. He knew Nikaido was right and he had already decided he should tell him the truth. It had been different earlier when Fujigaya had been searching for Nikaido; that time Yokoo hadn’t had any problems at telling the other such a small untruth. But things like this, real things, shouldn’t be lied about. He just didn’t know how to set his words right. He didn’t want to make Nikaido feel awkward or scare him away.
“I’ve been wondering what kissing you would feel like,” he finally said. (What had he decided again, about not making things awkward?) Nikaido, though, didn’t look awkward. ‘Frozen’ might have been closer the truth. It only lasted for a few seconds before he tilted his head as if he had just been giving it another thought until he shrugged.
“I wouldn’t mind even if you did,” Nikaido said and Yokoo raised his eyebrows.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
The bright light of a vending machine was shining in the middle of the dark street and Yokoo stopped at the machine, pretending to buy a drink when someone walked past them. When the knocking of the woman’s heels was faint enough and there were no other people around, Yokoo grabbed Nikaido’s wrist and pulled him close enough that their chests were touching just a bit.
Nikaido looked like he was going to ask something but Yokoo never got to know what it was; in the next moment Nikaido’s lips were covered with his own ones. Unable to talk, Nikaido let out just a small noise and tilted his head into a better position, shivering slightly when Yokoo wrapped his free hand around his back and pressed them closer together.
Yokoo felt a bit light-headed when he finally let Nikaido go. He would have wanted to go on much longer but it was too risky, given they were still out in public.
Nikaido didn’t look much better himself; he was breathing heavily and his eyes were wide and surprised in the light of the vending machine. He didn’t say anything in a long while and Yokoo chuckled.
“You definitely don’t look like you minded much,” he teased, and Nikaido snorted.
“You’re just lucky I haven’t already punched you on the face,” he said and Yokoo felt a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
“I might want to try my luck again,” he warned.
From the way Nikaido’s eyes glimmered when he answered to the smile Yokoo knew he had been given permission for a retake. He wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip.
Pairing: Yokoo/Nikaido
Rating: PG
Word count: 1628
A/N: This fic was a Christmas present for Romi! :3
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Yokoo was idly sipping his coffee and leafing through the magazine he had found lying around the dressing room when suddenly the door flew open and shut again when Nikaido ran into the room.
“Help me,” Nikaido hissed but didn’t wait for Yokoo to move before he ran behind the row of grey lockers and pressed his back against the wall, trying to be as small and invisible as possible. Yokoo raised his eyebrows but didn’t say anything and on the next moment the door flew open again with a loud thump.
“Where’s that brat?” Fujigaya growled. He was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist and his hair was dripping wet.
“Haven’t seen anyone here since you left,” Yokoo lied. Nikaido was a brat, true, but Fujigaya seemed furious enough to start a proper fight right there and Yokoo really didn’t want the first and only peaceful moment of his day disturbed any more than necessary. “Go and check A.B.C-Z’s dressing roo- Taisuke? What’s that smell?”
Yokoo hadn’t noticed anything weird earlier but suddenly he could feel a very manly and very familiar smell lingering around Fujigaya.
“He switched the contents of the bottles,” Fujigaya said and his voice was cold enough that Yokoo could almost see the icicles, “My hair conditioner and Tama’s aftershave. I washed my hair twice after that but it’s still stinking.”
“Oh,” Yokoo said with a sympathetic nod and then chuckled carefully, trying to soothe Fujigaya’s rage a bit instead of annoying him more, “At least it’s not Senga’s antiperspirant. That stuff is strong enough that it would probably have burned your hair completely off.”
“And yet it doesn’t work properly on him,” Fujigaya snorted and shivered, “shit, it’s cold here. I’ll go back.”
Nikaido waited for a long while after Fujigaya was left before he slowly glanced around the room and dared to leave his hideout.
“Really, Nika?” Yokoo said, hardly moving his gaze from the magazine, “Tell me again how you’re twenty-two and a grown man.”
“But you should have seen his face,” Nikaido grinned without any shame now that the danger was gone, “Thanks. For not telling him.”
“No problem. I’ve gotten used to saving your ass lately,” he said pointedly and Nikaido rolled his eyes.
“It’s just a stage play! And it’s not like you mind saving me anyway, be it here or on the stage.”
“I don’t know how it’s possible but I guess you’re right this time,” Yokoo admitted, “but as a sign of gratitude you could offer me a dinner. I’m starving and I’d rather not go home quite yet.”
“Why?” Nikaido asked and flopped to sit on a chair on other side of the table.
“My aunt is visiting,” Yokoo said, shivering at the thought of last night when she had arrived with her huge luggage, wearing her old familiar hideous hat that was probably older than Yokoo himself, “the only relative of mine who I’ve never been very thrilled to meet ever since I was three or so.”
“What’s wrong with her?” Nikaido asked, clearly amused, and Yokoo sighed.
“She’s just…” Yokoo said, waving his hands helplessly when searching the right words, “she’s disgusting. She whines about everything from the food to the spare futon, the temperature in her room and the furniture of the house. She criticizes everything I or my brothers do - they don’t like her either - and on top of everything she smells like cat piss. She has ten cats whose house-training didn’t succeed very well. ”
“Ugh, sounds awful,” Nikaido said sympathetically and Yokoo nodded.
“She is. So, would you mind saving me from having to listen to her the whole evening?”
“Come on,” Nikaido said without a second thought, “You like yakitori, right? I know a really good place not so far from here.”
-
True to Nikaido’s words, the yakitori was delicious. The restaurant was small and Yokoo had never eaten in it before but he liked it from the first glance. Despite the place being old, it was tidy and nicely furnished and the owners, an old couple, were funny and goodhearted people; especially the old lady who kept calling Yokoo and Nikaido ‘dear boys’ most of the time.
“Told you,” Nikaido grinned as if he knew what Yokoo was thinking about, and then stuffed his mouth full of chicken from his plate. Yokoo laughed and felt warm in a way only Nikaido made him feel.
Spending time with Nikaido was nice; he was lively and funny. Somehow, when being with Nikaido, Yokoo forgot how he was usually supposed to be old and responsible. With Nikaido, Yokoo forgot to worry about things, and he liked the feeling of freedom that followed it. The last months had been full of work with both their stage play and Kis-My-Ft2 but Yokoo had enjoyed it all, especially when he could spend so much time with Nikaido. He wasn’t jealous of Nikaido hanging around with other people, not even to Senga who obviously got the most of Nikaido’s attention and free time, but he still liked it when he could have Nikaido all by himself.
To be honest, Yokoo thought, he probably had a small crush on Nikaido.
It wasn’t the kind of a teenager crush that made one blush and stammer and think about the other all day and night, no. It was hard to describe even to himself and Yokoo had barely tried to. He knew what he felt and he accepted it, and it was all right. He didn’t suppose Nikaido would ever answer his feelings but he wasn’t anxious about it either. He was just happy to feel so warm when Nikaido was around.
Which, of course, didn’t mean he would have minded if there had been something more between them.
“What are you looking at?” Nikaido asked and Yokoo shrugged, smiling at his thoughts.
“Nothing very special.”
“Yeah, right,” Nikaido chuckled, “do you really think I don’t recognize that look already? I’ve been wondering about it a while, you know. You totally have something in your mind when you look like that.”
Surprised of Nikaido’s attentiveness, Yokoo blinked a few times before he managed to actually say anything.
“Not going to talk about it here,” he let out, and immediately wondered why he had said so. He could simply have come up with something boring that would have killed Nikaido’s curiosity. Instead, he had pretty much implied he might talk about it if they just were somewhere else.
“Fine,” Nikaido said, and it was already creepy how he seemed to see through him again, “I can wait until we’re out of here.” After that the matter was settled and Nikaido didn’t take it up during the rest of the dinner.
Yokoo had half hoped Nikaido would forget the whole thing by the time they stepped out of the small restaurant. Nikaido, however, pushed his hands deep into the pockets of his jacket and glanced at Yokoo when they strolled along the narrow street.
“So, what is it?” he asked straightforward as always, without any empty phrases. He turned to look back ahead again before continuing, “You know I won’t gossip. If there’s something bothering you, I think you should talk about it.”
Yokoo nodded quietly. He knew Nikaido was right and he had already decided he should tell him the truth. It had been different earlier when Fujigaya had been searching for Nikaido; that time Yokoo hadn’t had any problems at telling the other such a small untruth. But things like this, real things, shouldn’t be lied about. He just didn’t know how to set his words right. He didn’t want to make Nikaido feel awkward or scare him away.
“I’ve been wondering what kissing you would feel like,” he finally said. (What had he decided again, about not making things awkward?) Nikaido, though, didn’t look awkward. ‘Frozen’ might have been closer the truth. It only lasted for a few seconds before he tilted his head as if he had just been giving it another thought until he shrugged.
“I wouldn’t mind even if you did,” Nikaido said and Yokoo raised his eyebrows.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
The bright light of a vending machine was shining in the middle of the dark street and Yokoo stopped at the machine, pretending to buy a drink when someone walked past them. When the knocking of the woman’s heels was faint enough and there were no other people around, Yokoo grabbed Nikaido’s wrist and pulled him close enough that their chests were touching just a bit.
Nikaido looked like he was going to ask something but Yokoo never got to know what it was; in the next moment Nikaido’s lips were covered with his own ones. Unable to talk, Nikaido let out just a small noise and tilted his head into a better position, shivering slightly when Yokoo wrapped his free hand around his back and pressed them closer together.
Yokoo felt a bit light-headed when he finally let Nikaido go. He would have wanted to go on much longer but it was too risky, given they were still out in public.
Nikaido didn’t look much better himself; he was breathing heavily and his eyes were wide and surprised in the light of the vending machine. He didn’t say anything in a long while and Yokoo chuckled.
“You definitely don’t look like you minded much,” he teased, and Nikaido snorted.
“You’re just lucky I haven’t already punched you on the face,” he said and Yokoo felt a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
“I might want to try my luck again,” he warned.
From the way Nikaido’s eyes glimmered when he answered to the smile Yokoo knew he had been given permission for a retake. He wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip.