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Here's the latest item. Haven't been able to check and re-check for errors, but hey... enjoy. Oh, by the way....the rating might be PG-13...but it think it's safer to put in a higher rating.
Title: Chocolate Pocky
Pairing: Marueda
Genre: Romance/Humour
Rating: PG -13. Rating might go higher. Readers are advice to practice discretion with content.
Flame?: no, please. But, if you have some constructive criticism well, by all means, comment. ^_^
Summary: Ueda’s craving for Pocky. ^_^ But where is his? Hell’s about to break loose if he doesn’t get any soon. A PWP fic.
A.N.: There is no beta-reader for this one, and I haven’t completely finish spell checking. So please point out wherever you can find. Oh, please bear with the cheesiness (which I hope isn't too bad) and please do comment.
CHOCOLATE POCKY
Ueda looked high and low for his strawberry Pocky. This morning he suddenly got a strong craving for Pocky, so on the way to work form uni, he bought a box. He could’ve sworn he placed it in the fridge next to the Pokka cans; so where is it now?
He went in search for Koki, just because the rapper had a tendency of taking his biscuits without telling him. Lo and behold, he found Koki, huddled over a cup of milk, dunking -his!- oreo cookies.
“Koki, did you take my Pocky?!” Ueda asked, rather pissed. He minded the fact that Koki was finishing off his oreo cookies, but right now, his Pocky was first priority.
“U-Ueda-kun!” Koki exclaimed; he had been caught red handed. He tried to hide the remaining oreos -which he planned to return to the fridge- under the table. The rapper stumbled over his words a few times before he could form a proper sentence.
“I swear I didn’t know it was yours! Iwassohungryandtherewasnothingtoeat, soIopenedthefridgeand -,”
Ueda cut him off, “Koki, focus! Pocky; mine; where?”
“M-Maru! I saw Maru took it just now!” the-recently-crew-cut young man blurted.
Before the younger man could say anything, the leader already stomped off in the general direction of the common area.
Ueda passed the dressing room in a rush, nearly slamming into the door. The tallest member of their group was on the tatami, rolling about. Ueda squinted a bit to see better, then, he realized that there was something jutting out from between Junno’s lips.
“Taguchi,” Ueda said, looking down at the dancer with his hands on his hips, not looking too pleased.
“Hmm? Ueda-kun!” Junno answered cheerily despite Ueda’s expression.
“What are you eating?”
“This?” Junno sat up and pointed to his lips.
Ueda wore a look that said ’what else?!’
“Pocky. Maru gave me some just now. He bought it on the way here. I didn’t really wanna take it cause the others already took a lot. He was looking for you but we didn’t know where you wer…” Junno turned to Ueda only to see that the other halfway out of the room. Shrugging unworriedly, he pulled out another chocolate Pocky, popped it in his mouth and started his rolling about ritual again.
Why that no good, scheming… how dare he eat MY Pocky and give to others as if it was his! Bought it on the way HERE? I bought it on the way here. *I* did! Ueda fumed to himself.
Then when Ueda finally reached the common room, he saw it. Maru was sitting on the couch with his back to Ueda. But it was what was in the beat-boxer’s hand that caught his attention. The elder male held what looked like a Pocky stick between his thumb and forefinger up into the air, and he seemed like he was talking to the small stick-like confectionery. Ueda watched in horror as after ‘talking’ to the Pocky stick, he almost regretfully popped the Pocky into his mouth.
If Ueda weren’t already smoking out of his ears, he’d hear Maru say, “Poor Tat-chan. I bought this for him and now I can’t very well give him just one stick, can I? Oh well, I might as well eat this and buy him a new box,” before popping the last Pocky in his mouth.
“Nakamaru!” Ueda called out.
Maru tensed. He turned slowly towards the leader, who was standing menacingly at the door. “Tat-chan?” he said in a small voice.
“Pocky,” Ueda half-wailed, despaired. He wanted it badly and currently; the craving was overpowering the anger. Ueda walked briskly until he was directly in front of Maru, between the beatboxer’s legs and the coffee table. Ueda was so close that Maru had to look up to talk to the leader.
“I’m sorry,” Maru said regretfully around the last Pocky; the stick moving up and down with his words. Maru, for most of the time, loved to save the best for last and it was the same with eating Pocky; he’d eat the biscuit part that was uncovered by chocolate first and move towards the end, fortunately for Ueda.
Ueda looked at the moving chocolate stick for a whole second before, without a single rational thought in his head, suddenly bending down to catch the end of the stick between his teeth. Then, he closed his lips around it, much to Maru’s shock. Maru would have let the stick go, if only he could get his brain to function but he could only stare at the leader even as the raven-haired young man’s eyes droop shut in euphoria.
But as sudden as Ueda’s spontaneity happened, it disappeared almost as immediately. Shocked and embarrassed at his own actions, he tried to withdraw. However, gravity hated things defying it and Ueda was already too far ahead.
With the unbalanced position, Ueda toppled slightly to the front. But reflex action saved him breaking Maru’s nose. Immediately, his hands shot out to balance himself, firmly on Maru’s thighs. Maru jerked back slightly on impulse, breaking the Pocky in the process. The elder male’s reflex caused him to grab onto Ueda’s elbow and forearm, inadvertently holding the leader in place.
“Daijoubu?” Maru asked concerned, larger portion of the Pocky still dangling precariously of his lips like a forgotten cigarette.
Ueda tried to shift away due to embarrassment, but Maru firmly held him in place in case he should lose his balance again. “Ii, yo…”
“You wanted this?” Maru indicated towards the Pocky, shifting it a bit.
Ueda nodded slightly but not really looking at Maru, mixed emotions flowing through his veins: mortification, horror, frustration, amusement and more.
Maru wanted to ignore the fluttering in his stomach. He wanted to ignore the fact that he found Ueda more delectable than the Pocky they were ‘fighting’ over, with a slight smudge of brown deliciously tainting his luscious lips. He wanted to overlook the urge to do…well, a lot of things to the oblivious leader. But hell, if was gonna take a single Pocky stick to make the leader see the light on the matter, who was he to complain.
Maru released his firm grip on Ueda’s elbow. He clasped the leader’s chin, gently guiding Ueda to face him. Now that he had Ueda’s full attention, he sucked the remaining Pocky in. Then he watched with amusement, as Ueda’s expressive eyes grew wide, completely indignant at being ridiculed. Wasting no more time, he closed in.
Ueda tensed at the unexpected action but he didn’t struggle to get away and Maru felt that it was indeed progress. Then, slowly, oh, ever so slowly, the leader responded. Maru felt Ueda suck the chocolate off the biscuit. Tentatively at first, then gaining courage from the moans he felt -rather than heard -Maru made. In a process to complicated to explain, they enjoyed the last of the stick and more.
In between Maru’s gentle coaxing and Ueda’s restless pushing, somehow or rather, the leader ended up straddling the beatboxer’s knees that he had been using as support. Then snapping out of the haze, Ueda bit Maru slightly before pulling away.
“Nakamaru, why did you do that for?!” he said half-ragged, half-confused and slightly outraged.
“Just sharing,” Maru answered cheekily. He was expecting a slap or a punch but neither came. Only an even more bewildered and lost looking Ueda Tatsuya. Maru watched Ueda sat back on his heels and Maru’s knees, perplexed.
For a moment, Maru hated himself for putting them into this position. He hated himself for putting their friendship on the line. He felt like an idiot. He couldn’t even turn away and act as if it never happened. And looking at Ueda’s face just made him want to just walk away and laugh it off even more. He just couldn’t look at Ueda in the eyes. It wasn’t that he was joking about it, because he truly liked Ueda…more than he should. It was more to the fact that he was afraid that he was afraid to see rejection or disgust in those large brown eyes.
Then Maru saw the pert pink tongue, dart out to tentatively slick over a slightly bruised lip as if to get the last of the taste before it disappeared. His heart just stopped and plunged to the pits of his stomach.
Ueda had never been kissed before. Well, that’s not exactly true. But he had never been kissed like that before. Honestly, few chaste kisses can’t really be compared to a molten kiss like the one he just had, could it?
“Cho…colate,” Ueda whispered in awe, fingers pressed to his lips. Then his brain started ticking again and it suddenly occurred to him…the Pocky he bought was strawberry. He had originally wanted the chocolate one, but he missed it by merely 5 minutes. Someone else had bought it just before he came.
Suddenly, his craving for Pocky was gone; yet it was replaced by another, stronger longing. Then, almost shyly, he said, “Can I …have another?”
Thinking that Ueda meant the Pocky, Maru looked at Ueda regretfully, “That was the last one.”
“Oh,” Ueda managed, equally dejected, thinking that Maru referred to the kiss. He made a move to get off of Maru’s legs so they could both pretend it never happened.
Seeing Ueda looking so miserable, Maru stopped Ueda and blurted out, “B-But I’ll buy you a new box.”
Then Ueda understood. Smiling genuinely, he sat back on his heel then said, “That’d be nice. Thank you, Yuichi-kun. Demo…I wasn’t talking about the Pocky.”
Maru blinked, “Oh…OH!”
Ueda mentally rolled his eyes. And they say I’m dense…Then he felt his heart stop at the change in Maru’s gaze.
Maru’s eyes changed the moment the realization came to him. He grinned rakishly, tugging Ueda closer by the leader’s necklace, almost similar in pattern to his own. Then answering Ueda’s earlier question, he said, “But, I’m a generous man, Tat-chan. For you, as many as you want.”
“Then I want as many as you can giv-,” Ueda said before his words were smothered away by another chocolate flavored kiss. But his thoughts continued to wander…I wonder how strawberry Pocky and Maru would taste like.
***
Somewhere in the common room.
“Jin, is that Pocky?”
“Yes, Kazu-chan! You want? Come and get some.”
“Ara, Strawberry?”
“Nn, I found it in the fridge earlier. But I forgot about it until Maru brought out his chocolate ones.”
“Lucky! But what if the owner looks for it?”
“Oh, we’ll just replace it, ne?”
“Ok.”
***
The next day, Ueda found his missing box of strawberry Pocky…but it wasn’t really the one he had bought earlier. But it didn’t matter; he was in a good mood. So off he went to look for Maru so he could experiment with the new flavor.
***
~OWARI~
Piccie present:
http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/ardentsinner/myojo0601_kt03.jpg
Pocky~! I want my Pocky~!!!!!
Crossposted at my journal...along with all the other stuph. ^_^