[Fic] Surprise
Title: Surprise
Author: analineblue
Pairing: TutixNagayan
Warnings: kissing? ;)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~990
Summary: What happens behind closed doors after Tuti's birthday event.
Notes: Just a tiny little birthday fic, inspired by the most recent pictures from Tuti's onsen celebration. :)
Comments are always greatly appreciated. ^_^
Takashi sighs, stretching his legs out in front of him, feeling the slide of his heels against the tatami, the slightly coarse fabric of the hotel yukata against his skin. There’s the cloying scent of cigarette smoke surrounding him, too--the steady stream of smoke coming from Tuti’s lips next to him certainly isn’t pleasant--but somehow, Takashi’s feeling too content to really notice.
He takes another sip of champagne and smiles. He feels warm, and happy--a little drained, sure, but a happy sort of drained, like coming down after a performance, like stepping off stage, and sinking into that chair in the dressing room, away from everything, feeling nothing but relief-the release of all that euphoria--and maybe a little pride, and… Well, with Tuti there was the added bonus of it being an incredible amount of fun just being here, just being able to share this moment with him at all.
His heart feels so full it could burst, really--being here with the fans, and Tuti; the universe aligning in such a way that for once, this moment didn’t conflict with a hundred other things he should be doing and just couldn’t miss.
Takashi stares accusingly at his champagne for a moment, blaming it a little for the giddiness he can feel rising in his chest and warming his cheeks, and downs the rest of the glass in one long sip.
The fizzy warmth slides down his throat, and he's thinking that maybe he should be calling it a night, and heading back to his own room, but he barely has a chance to set the glass down on the table, before suddenly Tuti is snubbing out his cigarette hastily, and leaning towards him. His eyes are dark, and filled with desire--the same desire that Takashi feels like he’s been trying to suppress within himself all evening, if he's being honest.
And then Tuti’s lips are on his, and Takashi’s desire turns to such outright abandon that he can hardly hold himself back, as he promptly forgets whatever it was he’d been thinking when he agreed to this event, which surely at one point had involved not making out with Tuti in a hotel room--certainly not when he was a tiny bit tipsy from all this champagne, and definitely not before they’d even locked the door.
But he just can’t find it in himself to care right now. Right now his body is mostly moving on its own, just gravitating towards this pair of lips next to him, something that he’s honestly been wanting to do since he got here so many long hours before.
Tuti’s kiss is hard, and a little needy, and without even thinking Takashi deepens it, parting Tuti’s lips easily with his tongue. Tuti tastes like cigarettes, of course, but Takashi’s used to that, so he hardly minds, just slides his tongue in until he finds what he’s looking for, and when he sucks a little on Tuti’s tongue, he feels the slight moan that escapes Tuti’s lips all the way down to his toes, it’s so satisfying.
He grins a little, because he can’t help it, and Tuti pulls away for a second.
“What?”
“Nothing, I just… I love it when you make that noise.”
Tuti just stares at him for a moment, before he smiles, a little deviously. “You’re completely drunk, aren’t you.”
Takashi swats at Tuti with his free hand, the one that’s not buried in Tuti’s hair at the moment.
“I am not. You’ve been with me the whole time, I couldn’t have had more than--”
But Takashi's brain shorts out again when Tuti nuzzles his ear, and presses his lips to his collarbone, and whispers, “I like it too”, before he presses his lips to Takashi’s again.
And Takashi decides that if he likes it and Tuti likes it, well then what probably makes the most sense is to just do whatever he can to get Tuti to make that noise again, and fast. Thinking about anything else is most definitely not a productive use of his time right now.
And as it turns out, it doesn’t take long at all for Takashi to draw out another incredibly sexy, incredibly amazing noise from somewhere deep in Tuti’s throat, and it certainly doesn’t take long at all for Takashi to feel a moan of his own begin to surface, as Tuti’s tongue explores somewhere near the roof of his mouth, and oh, that thing with his fingers, and Takashi’s earlobes, and…
“We should lock the door,” Takashi says, eventually, his breath coming quick and sharp in the small space between their lips.
“Mmm,” Tuti says, apparently in agreement, but makes no move to get up, and so eventually Takashi sighs, and starts to disentangle his limbs from Tuti’s, his legs already stiff and on their way to pins-and-needles from the awkward position they’d chosen for their impromptu make-out session.
“It’s my birthday,” Tuti whines, in response to the glare Takashi shoots his way when he very nearly trips on a discarded bottle of some alcohol or another, on his way back from locking the door.
A shiver of anticipation at their newfound privacy runs down Takashi’s spine as he leans over Tuti, close enough to breathe him in, as he takes his place next to him again.
“Happy Birthday, Tuti,” Takashi whispers, and then presses his lips to Tuti’s again. He feels his cheeks warm a little, as Tuti’s arms snake around his waist, pulling him closer.
It feels different, somehow, knowing that the door is locked, that there’s this barrier between them and the rest of the world--that it really is just them, and this room, and nothing at all to do until morning, until the sun rises over the mountains, and Tuti’s a year older, and they’re still here, together.
Takashi smiles against Tuti’s chest, feeling his warmth, feeling Tuti’s heart thumping in time with his own… He has a feeling that this is going to be the best birthday either of them have shared together in quite a while.
***
Author: analineblue
Pairing: TutixNagayan
Warnings: kissing? ;)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~990
Summary: What happens behind closed doors after Tuti's birthday event.
Notes: Just a tiny little birthday fic, inspired by the most recent pictures from Tuti's onsen celebration. :)
Comments are always greatly appreciated. ^_^
Takashi sighs, stretching his legs out in front of him, feeling the slide of his heels against the tatami, the slightly coarse fabric of the hotel yukata against his skin. There’s the cloying scent of cigarette smoke surrounding him, too--the steady stream of smoke coming from Tuti’s lips next to him certainly isn’t pleasant--but somehow, Takashi’s feeling too content to really notice.
He takes another sip of champagne and smiles. He feels warm, and happy--a little drained, sure, but a happy sort of drained, like coming down after a performance, like stepping off stage, and sinking into that chair in the dressing room, away from everything, feeling nothing but relief-the release of all that euphoria--and maybe a little pride, and… Well, with Tuti there was the added bonus of it being an incredible amount of fun just being here, just being able to share this moment with him at all.
His heart feels so full it could burst, really--being here with the fans, and Tuti; the universe aligning in such a way that for once, this moment didn’t conflict with a hundred other things he should be doing and just couldn’t miss.
Takashi stares accusingly at his champagne for a moment, blaming it a little for the giddiness he can feel rising in his chest and warming his cheeks, and downs the rest of the glass in one long sip.
The fizzy warmth slides down his throat, and he's thinking that maybe he should be calling it a night, and heading back to his own room, but he barely has a chance to set the glass down on the table, before suddenly Tuti is snubbing out his cigarette hastily, and leaning towards him. His eyes are dark, and filled with desire--the same desire that Takashi feels like he’s been trying to suppress within himself all evening, if he's being honest.
And then Tuti’s lips are on his, and Takashi’s desire turns to such outright abandon that he can hardly hold himself back, as he promptly forgets whatever it was he’d been thinking when he agreed to this event, which surely at one point had involved not making out with Tuti in a hotel room--certainly not when he was a tiny bit tipsy from all this champagne, and definitely not before they’d even locked the door.
But he just can’t find it in himself to care right now. Right now his body is mostly moving on its own, just gravitating towards this pair of lips next to him, something that he’s honestly been wanting to do since he got here so many long hours before.
Tuti’s kiss is hard, and a little needy, and without even thinking Takashi deepens it, parting Tuti’s lips easily with his tongue. Tuti tastes like cigarettes, of course, but Takashi’s used to that, so he hardly minds, just slides his tongue in until he finds what he’s looking for, and when he sucks a little on Tuti’s tongue, he feels the slight moan that escapes Tuti’s lips all the way down to his toes, it’s so satisfying.
He grins a little, because he can’t help it, and Tuti pulls away for a second.
“What?”
“Nothing, I just… I love it when you make that noise.”
Tuti just stares at him for a moment, before he smiles, a little deviously. “You’re completely drunk, aren’t you.”
Takashi swats at Tuti with his free hand, the one that’s not buried in Tuti’s hair at the moment.
“I am not. You’ve been with me the whole time, I couldn’t have had more than--”
But Takashi's brain shorts out again when Tuti nuzzles his ear, and presses his lips to his collarbone, and whispers, “I like it too”, before he presses his lips to Takashi’s again.
And Takashi decides that if he likes it and Tuti likes it, well then what probably makes the most sense is to just do whatever he can to get Tuti to make that noise again, and fast. Thinking about anything else is most definitely not a productive use of his time right now.
And as it turns out, it doesn’t take long at all for Takashi to draw out another incredibly sexy, incredibly amazing noise from somewhere deep in Tuti’s throat, and it certainly doesn’t take long at all for Takashi to feel a moan of his own begin to surface, as Tuti’s tongue explores somewhere near the roof of his mouth, and oh, that thing with his fingers, and Takashi’s earlobes, and…
“We should lock the door,” Takashi says, eventually, his breath coming quick and sharp in the small space between their lips.
“Mmm,” Tuti says, apparently in agreement, but makes no move to get up, and so eventually Takashi sighs, and starts to disentangle his limbs from Tuti’s, his legs already stiff and on their way to pins-and-needles from the awkward position they’d chosen for their impromptu make-out session.
“It’s my birthday,” Tuti whines, in response to the glare Takashi shoots his way when he very nearly trips on a discarded bottle of some alcohol or another, on his way back from locking the door.
A shiver of anticipation at their newfound privacy runs down Takashi’s spine as he leans over Tuti, close enough to breathe him in, as he takes his place next to him again.
“Happy Birthday, Tuti,” Takashi whispers, and then presses his lips to Tuti’s again. He feels his cheeks warm a little, as Tuti’s arms snake around his waist, pulling him closer.
It feels different, somehow, knowing that the door is locked, that there’s this barrier between them and the rest of the world--that it really is just them, and this room, and nothing at all to do until morning, until the sun rises over the mountains, and Tuti’s a year older, and they’re still here, together.
Takashi smiles against Tuti’s chest, feeling his warmth, feeling Tuti’s heart thumping in time with his own… He has a feeling that this is going to be the best birthday either of them have shared together in quite a while.
***