Fic for a Pic- Out of Town
Fic 1 of 3 today!
Title: Closed Doors
Category: Out of Town
Rating: PG
Words: 866
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Nagayan felt really, really conscious of the fact that Tuti's mother and father were on the other side of that wall, and when Tuti laughed at him, plucking the flannel pyjamas from his arms and hooking his fingers into Nagayan's boxers to drag him closer to the guest bed, he hissed "Stop it!"
Tuti looked up at him before bursting into laughter. "You sound like a prim school ma'am. I'm willing to bet those," He nodded at the crumpled shirt and pants thrown beside the bed, "have never been worn."
In actual fact Nagayan had cut the labels from them that morning, when he'd been worrying over what one was supposed to wear to a weekend with one's boyfriend's parents. Sure, he'd met the Tsuchiya family a few times, even allowing Tuti's mother to nag him into the salon chair once or twice (she'd scolded him on the length of his hair when he'd gotten out of the car several hours earlier, at which he'd stammered an excuse that had her eyes rolling), but this was the first full weekend spent at Tuti's family house and it… felt strange, and, dammit, Tuti never did understand this sort of thing.
Tuti was, in fact, just rubbing his thumbs over Nagayan's exposed hipbones and looking up at him with a fond expression. "What's bugging you? You've been on freakishly good behaviour even for you all day."
Nagayan bit his lip. Tuti's mother had waved them a cheerful goodnight from her own bedroom door, and her husband had nodded over her head with a quiet 'goodnight boys', and really, what parent was that comfortable with their son and his male lover sharing a bed under their own roof…? Tuti was very patient with his fear of telling his own family exactly what the other man meant to him, but he truly did not understand the ease with which the Tsuchiyas had accepted and adopted him, to the point where he and Tuti were now in the guest room, formerly Tuti's bedroom, in nothing but their boxer shorts and about to crawl into a double bed together with his parents just on the other side of that wall…
Tuti's eyes followed his gaze to the cream-painted wall behind the headboard and raised an eyebrow. "Did they say anything? What's wrong?"
"No!" Quite the opposite, Tuti's parents had been nothing but accommodating and friendly, so much so Nagayan felt like a long-lost son. "I just… this is really weird," he mumbled, and Tuti's other eyebrow joined the first before he pulled Nagayan down to sit next to him on the bed.
"I'm not…" Tuti was actually blushing. "I'm not planning on ravishing you in my parents house or anything, you realise? I mean, they're cool, yeah, but that would just be gross-"
Nagayan interrupted him. "I wouldn't let you," he said firmly. He was aware he was blushing too, he and Tuti both a shade of red they hadn't been since they first became lovers. "This just… I feel like we're a couple."
"…because we are?" Tuti intoned with exaggerated patience, hand reaching for Nagayan's. Nagayan squeezed his fingers and he leaned in close.
"But I'm so used to hiding it, keeping it secret." Hidden away from the world, only a scant handful of their closest friends aware, and even then kept quiet and away from them, like something to be ashamed of. Calling Tuti his 'best friend' in conversations with his parents, heart hammering because it was such a half-truth, not a lie but so far away from the reality of everything he shared with the man, and he was terrified of them discovering the truth… "It feels so strange to not have to sneak into your room in the middle of the night, or wake up early so no one sees me leaving, or- "
Tuti's lips over his smothered his words, a rough hand on his back soothing along his spine. When Tuti broke the kiss he rested their foreheads together for a moment before sighing and moving to climb under the covers. He gestured impatiently for Nagayan to do the same, and when he did - still a little reluctantly - Tuti spooned up behind him, nose brushing the hair at his nape.
"Trust you," he muttered sleepily, "to worry over a good thing." His arm was loose around Nagayan's waist, and Nagayan stared wordlessly into the darkness, waiting for him to finish. "I know I'm lucky my mom and dad are so easy-going. We're lucky," his arm tightened, "because at least here we can be ourselves, right?"
Nagayan thought that through for a moment, then put his hand over Tuti's, lacing their fingers together. "Right." He felt Tuti place a kiss on the back of his neck before settling back to sleep. "I'll have to find a way to thank your parents."
Tuti snorted. "Well, if you wake early and sneak out of here out of habit Mom will probably rope you into helping with breakfast. I'd appreciate it if you thanked them by declining - I don't fancy food-poisoning ruining our weekend."
Nagayan kicked his heel backward into Tuti's shin, grinning at the responding yelp. "Goodnight, Yuichi."
"'Night, Takashi."