Fic for a Pic- Photograph
Title: Stop-Motion
Category: Photograph
Rating: PG for smoochies
Words: 576
Pic:
"Oh, Takashi, no…"
Too late, and Nagayama was already digging in his pocket for coins to feed into the photo machine with one hand, and curling fingers into Tuti's shirt with the other. "No arguments. I have no pictures of us together that aren't posted on a blog."
Tuti pulled a face. "This is so… coupley."
Nagayama paused in feeding the last coin in. "Well, excuse me," he said, voice dangerously low and an eyebrow raised that meant Tuti was going to regret waking up this morning if he didn't fix things.
"Sorry," he sighed, "I didn't mean it like that. I promise not to break the camera with my sexiness." He grinned his cheesiest grin and when Nagayama rolled his eyes Tuti pushed him into the booth.
It was an awkward fit, and an elbow in his side did little to cheer Tuti's enthusiasm as Nagayama tried to get both their faces in view. The timer counted down just as he gave up and sat down on the stool, Nagayama pulling a peace sign and a grin over his shoulder as the camera flashed. Turned out they were both too close to the camera, and Nagayama laughed at the image of his grin taking up the top corner of the photo, and Tuti's forehead in the bottom.
"Our two most popular body parts in one shot- hey!"
Tuti laughed, rubbing his hand over Nagayama's abused rear. "You know that's not your most popular feature, my friend."
Nagayama stuck his tongue out at him, before turning his head towards the camera and pulling a face, tongue still poking out cheekily. Tuti rolled his eyes. "Don't put it out unless you mean to use it," he murmured, his own tongue slipping out to touch his nose just as the camera flashed.
Nagayama was staring at him when he looked back. "Same to you." He was smiling, a tricky little play across his lips as he watched Tuti's tongue disappear back into his mouth. "And you better mean to use it."
"Oh trust me, I do," Tuti said, returning the smile as the forgotten camera flashed. Holding the booth curtain against the wall with one hand, the other slipped around Nagayama's waist, fingers tip-toeing up his spine.
Drawing closer, Nagayama's hand slid up to caress his jaw, breath tickling against his lips. "Three," he whispered, nose brushing Tuti's, "two, one." Their lips met with no hesitance, Tuti pressing forward and swallowing Nagayama's appreciative moan. Nagayama's fingers curled in the hairs at Tuti's nape as the camera flashed and the photo processor began to whir, a polite feminine voice telling them their photos would be available in one minute outside the booth.
It wasn't until they heard the clunk of the photos landing in the collection box that Nagayama pulled away with a gasp, breathing heavily as he leaned his forehead against Tuti's. The moment broke when he sat up suddenly, nearly smacking Tuti in the nose in the process. "Oh god, the photos!" He was out of the booth and grabbing them out of the box, clutching them against him warily. Tuti pulled the curtain open and held his hand out wordlessly.
He smiled when he saw the series of photos. "Hey… these aren't bad."
Nagayama snatched them back and stuffed them in his jacket pocket. "Uh-uh. Get your own, buster."
Tuti's hand shot out to drag him back into the booth, grinning toothily. "Well, if you insist…"