[FIC] NewS - The Birthday Fic
Title: The Birthday Fic
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Masuda/Tegoshi, failed Masuda/Tegoshi/Kato
Rating: NC-17 (Threesome, PWP)
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
Summary: Tegoshi sucks at being monogamous. But that's okay, because Massu has a plan. A plan that involves Shige...
A/N: Still on hiatus, but it's Tego's b-day, and this is his birthday fic. Dedicated to Tegoshi for having a birthday, Cait for sharing my OT3, and especially to Misa for actually making me write the porn. Heed the rating, please. (This was supposed to be a threesome, but ended up being more like TegoShige + Voyeur!Massu XD I don't even know how I managed that. And Ryo gets a cameo because I missed his birthday XD)
Also it's worth mentioning that I've decided to unlock all the NC-17 material from my fic community. This means you no longer have to join to read ^^ Enjoy!
Tegoshi is very bad at being monogamous.
This doesn’t surprise Massu, nor does it really bother him; he knew what he was getting into when he decided to start seeing Tegoshi as more than a friend. And anyway, he’s not blind; it’s hard to miss the way the youngest member of NEWS’ eyes wander and linger and sometimes grow hungry and lustful. And Massu, being the nonjudgmental type that he is, hadn’t really expected that to stop when they started sharing a bed.
It goes against Tegoshi’s nature to restrict himself to just one person. But Massu thinks that it’s oddly sweet that he tries, nonetheless. And Tegoshi does try; it just isn’t that obvious.
But Massu sees it, in the way Tegoshi gets self conscious after he impulsively goes to hug or kiss someone else; the way he looks guilty when his eyes linger a little too long as someone walks out of the room; the way he’s always trying to make it up to Massu, even subconsciously, with little gestures here and there that most people just write off. Massu sees it all, and finds it so touching that he sometimes has to physically restrain himself from just reaching out and holding Tegoshi until he makes the younger man realize that it’s okay.
Because frankly, Massu doesn’t care about any of that; he’s happy just knowing that Tegoshi is his at the end of the day. Nothing else really matters. But making Tegoshi realize that is hard, and Massu is rather amused that the one thing he strives to be unselfish about happens to be one of the few things he can’t really help.
But Massu has a plan. Tegoshi has been so good about it lately; it seems only fair to reward him. And anyway, Massu isn’t so oblivious that he can’t spot a good opportunity when it’s practically slapping him in the face.
~***~
Shige doesn’t take it as well as Massu had hoped he would.
“Have you lost your mind?”
Massu colors awkwardly and tries not to squirm where he’s sitting, because he has a feeling that doing so won’t help his case at all. Shige is looking at him like he was just asked to murder someone; or maybe like he just swallowed a lemon whole. Massu averts his eyes; he knew this would be embarrassing, but somehow it hadn’t occurred to him just how embarrassing until the words had already left his mouth, stumbling and stuttering as they always do when he’s nervous.
Massu feels a little bit humiliated, but it’s too late to take it back, and he’s been sitting there silently a little too long to pass it off as a joke. Shige stares at him for a long moment, and then shakes his head.
“You’re not serious,” he decides, and Massu’s brow furrows. “This is one of Tegoshi’s pranks, isn’t it? He put you up to this.” Shige gives him a look that’s rather pitying, making Massu frown. “You shouldn’t let him use you like that. His ego is bad enough as it is.” Massu thinks he should be insulted by that, but he can’t really bring himself to pick a fight over it.
Instead, he shakes his head in denial. “It’s not… no.” He really, really wishes he’d just kept his mouth shut. “His birthday is in a week,” he says, like this explains it. “I want to do something nice for him.”
Shige stares at him, incredulous. “And your definition of ‘nice’ is to let him cheat?”
Massu feels his face heat up again and avoids meeting Shige’s eyes. Sounding a little bit sheepish, and maybe a little bit afraid, he murmurs, “…it’s not really cheating if I’m there too…”
Shige gapes and Massu wants to go find a hole to crawl into.
~***~
Tegoshi, Shige thinks, has corrupted Massu.
That’s the only explanation he can really think of to write this off; that Tegoshi’s bizarre, overly affectionate, open minded nature has rubbed off on the older man and that is what possessed Massu to ask him for something so utterly out of character that Shige is still not entirely convinced that he didn’t just dream it up.
Except he wouldn’t have dreamt it up, because he doesn’t think about Tegoshi and/or Massu like that. He doesn’t.
Sadly, Shige has never been particularly good at convincing himself about the things his logical brain is adamant about it, and just because he tells himself over and over that he can’t look at Tegomass like that doesn’t mean it’s actually going to work. Because he hasn’t been able to get the thought of it out of his head, ever since Massu brought it up. And that, above all else, is intensely wrong in every way possible.
He wonders if maybe he’s finally cracking; the life of an idol is tough, after all, and between PVs, concerts, photo shoots, and sponsor deals, the amount of pressure and stress is downright ridiculous. And anyway, it would be far easier to deal with insanity than… this.
“Tegomass isn’t sexy, right?” He finally bursts, out of the blue. Ryo, who’s sitting nearby and texting someone on his phone, gives him a strange look, one that clearly says he’s regretting allowing their manager to schedule his photo shoots on the same day as Shige’s. Shige flushes, but shrugs helplessly; Ryo is not the ideal person for this, but he’ll work. “I mean, they aren’t. You’ve seen their photo shoots and concerts. They’re… kids.”
Oh god, he shouldn’t have thought that. Now he feels like a pedophile.
Ryo snorts, apparently disagreeing. “Shows what you know, genius,” he grumbles; he’s in a bit of a bad mood, which means he probably hasn’t eaten yet. Or it means Uchi forgot his birthday last week; sometimes it’s hard to tell.
“But-”
Ryo snaps his phone shut and gives him a look. “They’re sexy as fuck when they’re with NEWS; you’ve seen some of the shop photos.” He points out testily. “So why can’t they be that way when it’s just the two of them?” Shige still wants to protest, but finds that he can’t, and Ryo smirks, apparently pleased with himself, just as the photographers finish up their preparations and motion for him to come over.
Shige slumps back in his chair and watches him go, his mind mulling over the new possibility.
~***~
“Okay.”
Massu jerks in surprise, having been rather absorbed in his lunch and not paying attention to his surroundings. He turns to look up at Shige, who seems frustrated and flustered and about ready to tear his hair out, and gives him a questioning look, trying to figure out what he’s talking about.
If anything, his confusion only seems to make Shige more frustrated. “The… thing. From before.” Shige is blushing, Massu notes, even as he realizes what the younger is referring to. “I’ll do it, okay?”
“Really?” Massu looks startled, stares at Shige like he can’t believe it. Because, if he’s honest, he didn’t really think Shige would ever actually agree. Shige flushes and avoids looking Massu in the eye, looking embarrassed and like he can’t believe he’s even saying this. “What changed your mind?”
Shige goes redder still, and Massu has to resist the urge to grin.
“It doesn’t matter.” Shige says quickly, clearly trying to avoid the subject. “Just… tell me where and when, and I’ll be there.”
Massu wants to ask more questions, like why Shige has suddenly decided that Massu is apparently not insane or being involved in a vicious prank, but he looks the slightly younger man over and decides against it; better not to push his luck when he’s getting what he wants.
~***~
A few days later and Shige finds himself sitting quietly on the couch in Massu’s living room, watching the screen of a turned off TV and picking at a thread that’s come loose from the cushion beneath him. Massu is in the kitchen, doing the few dishes he’d apparently left there the night before, and all Shige can hear from him is the quiet clink of glass against porcelain and the occasional rush of running water. It’s the middle of the afternoon, and Shige thinks it’s a little bit early for… this, but Massu, apparently, doesn’t.
“We don’t know how long it will take,” the older man explains when asked, and Shige gapes at how casual he makes it sound. “And anyway, I want to be there when he gets home,”
Shige frowns, “Then shouldn’t we be at his place instead of yours?”
Massu looks a little bit sheepish at that, but ultimately decides against telling him that, these days, Tegoshi rarely makes it back to his own apartment before midnight. If he goes back at all. Instead, he goes back to the dishes, pretending he didn’t hear the question.
Shige, however, is starting to let his brain catch up with his actions, and even from the kitchen, Massu can practically hear the cogs turning in his mind. Massu considers this imagery, and then mentally pictures, in its place, a small hamster running on a wheel. Then he snickers. The next hour is spent fielding various questions about the so called “logistics” of the situation and how it’s going to be handled, most of which Massu doesn’t really have an answer for. Shige seems to believe that he’s planned this out down to the last second, but really, Massu only has a vague grasp on what’s coming next.
He breathes a sigh of relief when the telltale sounds of Tegoshi arriving reach his ears, the front door swinging open and a somewhat drained voice calling out for him. By contrast, Shige starts to panic.
“Go wait in the bedroom,” Massu tells him, prodding him in the side when he doesn’t immediately go to do as asked. “We’ll be there in a minute.”
Shige gives him a look that suggests he thinks Massu has lost his mind, but the older man can’t really find it in him to be bothered by this, because in a way, he kind of agrees. So instead he just continues staring expectantly at Shige until the younger man gets uncomfortable and slides off the couch, throwing him strange looks even as he retreats to the bedroom to hide.
~***~
When the bedroom door opens next, it’s ten minutes later and Shige is starting to get impatient and a little worried. These feelings almost triple when the person that wanders in is not Massu, but rather, the reason he’s there in the first place. Tegoshi strolls in like he owns the place (and really, he may as well have, from what Shige has seen so far; he even has closet space,) and flops onto the bed beside him, giving him the brightest grin Shige has ever had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of.
In response, Shige’s stomach drops out, and he wonders what he’s gotten himself into.
“Aw, Massu,” Tegoshi trills with a pout, craning his neck to watch the other man as he stealthily slips into the room as well. “No bow? How am I supposed to unwrap my present if it doesn’t have a bow?”
Shige chokes, and from over Tegoshi’s shoulder he sees Massu give Tegoshi his patented dear-in-the-headlights look.
“I… do his clothes count?” Massu stumbles, turning bright red as soon as he realizes what just slipped out, and Shige starts to wonder if he could possibly survive if he jumped out the window now. Tegoshi, however, laughs in delight.
“I suppose,” he concedes, sounding amused. Then he glances at Shige, and the other man nearly yelps, because the look in his eyes is almost predatory. “Let’s find out.”
~***~
Tegoshi has decided that Massu is the best boyfriend ever.
That’s not much of a revelation, since Tegoshi has believed this for quite a while now, starting with pretty much the first time Massu made him dinner after a long day of drama shooting. But there are some days where Massu manages to thoroughly surprise him with something that Tegoshi hadn’t even realized he wanted.
Or, in this case, something he was very aware of wanting, but had assumed was out of reach due to circumstances.
And, okay, he feels a little guilty, eagerly moving to drape himself over Shige and work on the buttons of the slightly older man’s shirt with nimble little fingers, because normal relationships do not involve one part setting up a threesome for the other for their birthday, but he gets over it pretty quickly when the last button pops open and he slides his hands down Shige’s chest and abdomen.
After all, it is his birthday.
Shige looks oddly embarrassed about all this, which Tegoshi doesn’t really understand, and after a moment assumes it’s just a Shige thing and goes right back to feeling him up, as shameless here as he is everywhere else, watching him in fascination as the older man’s face creases when his fingers brush over one nipple. The reaction is oddly attractive, so he does it again, and then pinches the tender flesh after a moment, just to see what happens next. Shige jerks and lets out a lewd sound that makes Tegoshi grin.
Massu crawls onto the bed behind him for lack of anything better to do, and Tegoshi gives him a significantly softer smile from over his shoulder, prompting a sunny look in return.
“Can I kiss him?” Tegoshi asks casually, because clearly there have to be rules here, nudging Shige until he slides his shirt off properly, hands then going to trace the slope of his neck and shoulders. Massu gives a small nod, watching his hands rather than his face, and Tegoshi beams and goes to take advantage of his new allowance.
Shige makes a surprised noise in response, jerks so hard that they nearly tumble off the bed, but Tegoshi’s fingers are curled over his cheek, holding him in place, and the younger man’s lips are startlingly soft. He’s not sure why he ever assumed this would be chaste, because really, this is Tegoshi; it really shouldn’t surprise him that the younger man jumps right from a quick peck to trying to devour Shige right where he sits.
Tegoshi is, unsurprisingly, very good at this, and he’s so eager that it’s hard not to respond just as strongly.
When he starts giggling into the kiss, Shige decides to stop trying, displeased at the inherent superiority the sound has, and reaches up to fist his hand in Tegoshi’s hair, taking control of it, because damn it, he’s not letting Tegoshi get the better of him here. Tegoshi makes a pleased little noise and Shige figures that’s good enough, deepening it until the younger man is shaking and they have to pull apart before one of them passes out.
Tegoshi doesn’t look particularly happy at that, something that makes Shige smirk.
From over Tegoshi’s shoulder, he catches Massu watching them, and the oldest of the three swallows thickly at being caught. It’s hard not to miss the look in his eyes - a look usually reserved entirely for Tegoshi during a particularly good dance rehearsal - and Shige isn’t sure what to do about it, so he defers to the expert, nudging at Tegoshi until he turns to look for himself.
Tegoshi grins when he sees what Shige saw, reaches out an arm invitingly towards the oldest. “Massu,” he calls, using a voice that Shige has never heard before.
Massu is so fast to respond that they nearly fall of the bed.
Tegoshi laughs in delight at his enthusiasm, and Shige watches as he obediently lifts his arms for Massu to tug his shirt off with rapt attention, and then in the next beat Massu is nibbling at the younger man’s jaw and working his way down. Shige is so distracted by the sight that he nearly shrieks when he feels a hand start to mess with his belt, which makes Tegoshi giggle (or try to, anyway; it’s hard to giggle when you’re in the middle of a rather throaty gasp).
There’s a little bit of rearranging, and Shige ends up falling backwards, aiming for the pillows but hitting the headboard instead. “Ack!”
Tegoshi laughs at him unashamedly. “Shige’s so awkward,” he teases, looking completely unflustered when Shige glares at him in response, and then at Massu when the oldest grins as well, because it is kind of funny.
At the very least, this seems to be the ice breaker that they needed, because seconds later Tegoshi is working off Shige’s belt with renewed enthusiasm and it doesn’t feel nearly as awkward as it should when Massu reaches down to help. And then Shige is laughing, because Tegoshi decides it’s apparently a good idea to try and unzip Shige’s pants with his teeth, and it kind of tickles.
The laughter is abruptly cut off with a moan when all of a sudden he feels a wet warmth envelope him, and Shige is too mortified at himself and just how good it really feels to chance looking down to watch.
Massu, however, has no such constraints, and lets out a long groan at the sight of Shige’s length disappearing past Tegoshi’s pretty lips. It really shouldn’t be so hot, watching his boyfriend go down on another man, but Tegoshi makes it look too good for him to feel any hints of jealousy. In fact, the only thing he does feel is how restrictive his own pants are, and that problem is quickly remedied.
“Fuck,” Shige hisses, eyes practically rolling back as Tegoshi pulls back and does something with his tongue that makes his whole body shudder. Reaching down, he slides his fingers into the younger man’s hair, which makes Tegoshi pull off completely.
“Don’t pull,” he chides with a frown, which Shige only sees because he wanted to find out why he stopped.
Shige grunts, clearly not happy. “I won’t if you just-“ He breaks off with a gasp, because Tegoshi’s suddenly swallowed him whole, only this time he actually gets to watch it happen and fuck if it isn’t one of the most erotic things he’s ever seen. “Oh god…”
Massu chooses that moment to rejoin them, now completely naked and for once not at all self-conscious about it. He comes up behind Tegoshi, works his hands with practiced ease under the waistband of his pants, and Tegoshi lets out a giggle that makes Shige nearly cry out, wiggling a bit in anticipation. Kisses are pressed to his shoulder, finding the junction of his neck almost immediately, and then there are warm fingers curling around his cock and the youngest makes a pleased noise, which makes Shige tremble.
A few moments pass in more or less the same pattern, and then Tegoshi pulls away, making Shige groan in protest, and falls back against Massu’s chest, reaching down to squirm out of his pants and underwear, sighing in relief when he finally gets to toss them to the side. Barely coherent, Shige attempts to do the same, fails, and ends up having to lay there embarrassedly as Tegoshi does it for him, dropping kisses along his hip as he does so.
The instant his legs are free, however, Shige becomes aware of a certain problem that reminds him of why he’d been trying to corner Massu into putting some logic into this earlier.
“So, uh…” He coughs, going red when the other two glance at him curiously, Tegoshi through half-lidded eyes as Massu suckles at his neck and strokes him patiently. It’s kind of a distracting sight, and he can feel his cock twitching at it, almost making him forget what he was going to say. “How… how is this going to work?” Tegoshi tilts his head curiously, inadvertently giving Massu more room to work with, and Shige’s thoughts very neatly derail for a moment. “I mean…” Except he doesn’t really know what he means, so he trails off helplessly.
Tegoshi continues to look confused for a moment, adorably befuddled in a way that really, really doesn’t suit the situation, but then a look of realization crosses his face and he looks thoughtful.
“You mean ‘who’s going to fuck who’, right?” He says it very casually, and behind him, Massu bursts into awkward little giggles and presses his face into Tegoshi’s shoulder in apparent embarrassment, prompting Tegoshi to reach back and pat his knee sweetly. “Shige, I thought that was obvious.”
Shige stares back at him blankly, not following him. Until he catches on and realizes what he’s hinting at, at which point he starts to furiously shake his head. “No. Absolutely not.” Tegoshi continues to look at him in that smug little way of his, and Shige mentally smacks himself when he finds himself thinking that it’s kind of hot. “No, Tegoshi. I don’t bottom.”
Tegoshi’s expression changes so quickly that it’s hard to believe it’s real, his eyes going wide and watery, lower lip trembling in a way that’s pathetically adorable, looking absolutely crushed. Massu glares at Shige from over his shoulder at apparently breaking his baby’s heart, and Shige wavers.
“But Shige,” Tegoshi says, sniffling for effect, and Shige hates himself for actually feeling bad. “It’s my birthday.”
And really, that’s not fair. Tegoshi should not be allowed to use his looks and acting skills to manipulate him so easily, especially after so many years of working together. But looking at him like this still makes Shige’s heartstrings ache from being pulled so hard, and after a point, he can’t really do anything but concede with a whimper.
Tegoshi brightens up so fast Shige worries he might end up with whiplash, but he doesn’t really get to explore that thought, because he’s too busy getting kissed to the point of near incoherency.
When they pull away, Tegoshi has started keening, and Shige doesn’t get why until he glances over and realizes that, during their distraction, Massu had lubed up a finger and easily slid it inside the younger man. Massu looks quite pleased with himself as he presses another in and then curls them in a way that makes Tegoshi let out a half sob and scratch at Shige’s shoulders.
Shige makes a note of this and squirms onto his knees. “Make him do that again,” he tells Massu, contorting almost in half. Massu does as he’s told, and this time, when Tegoshi cries out and spasms, Shige takes advantage of leans down to lick tentatively at the head of his cock.
The response he gets is favorable, to say the least.
Tegoshi trembles when Shige goes to do it properly, sliding his mouth down and using his fingers to stroke at the bits of skin he can’t reach. Between him and Massu, the youngest starts to unravel, and really, it’s a downright beautiful thing to see, even if Shige only gets glimpses of it from his position. And yes, if Shige is honest, it’s really rather satisfying, making Tegoshi fall apart like this; poetic justice, he thinks.
Apart of him wants to push Tegoshi to the edge right there, just because he wants to see what it would look like. But he knows better - this isn’t about him, as Tegoshi would say - so he pulls away reluctantly, grinning when Tegoshi whines unhappily at the loss.
Massu follows suit a moment later, and Tegoshi looks unimpressed at their sudden abandonment. This lasts only until Massu curls an arm around Tegoshi’s waist and pulls him close for a moment, almost causing the youngest to look his balance, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear and murmuring something to him in a soft tone that Shige doesn’t catch. Whatever it is, though, it makes Tegoshi’s eyes flash in a dark sort of way that makes heat coil up in Shige’s belly, and the next second Tegoshi is crawling closer.
He nudges at Shige’s legs, and for a moment, Shige is tempted to be petulant and difficult, but then realizes that doing so will be more like self-sabotage than anything else, and capitulates after a moment, obediently spreading his thighs like he knows the younger man’s wants. It feels a little bit demeaning, for all of three seconds, and Tegoshi is dropping kisses to the inside of his thigh, looking pleased and impressed all at once.
“Shige is hot,” Tegoshi assures him matter-of-factly, like he can tell the older man is uncomfortable. He mumbles something a little less coherent when Massu does something he appreciates where Shige can’t see, and then grins after a moment. Shige doesn’t know why until he yelps, feeling a slender digit brush against his entrance almost delicately.
Tegoshi watches Shige carefully when he presses in, frowning when the older’s face takes on a pinched sort of expression. “Relax,” he tells Shige, because they’ll never get anywhere if he doesn’t, and Tegoshi is getting a little impatient.
Shige gives him a look that Tegoshi assumes is supposed to be angry, but it doesn’t really work with the way he groans softly a second later when Tegoshi brushes over just the right spot. Trying to help, Tegoshi leans down and drops a feather kiss to the tip of Shige’s cock, and Shige’s breath hitches, because despite himself, it actually does kind of feel good. The next finger is easier to manage, and he barely feels the third at all.
When Tegoshi is satisfied - which is at least two minutes after Shige starts to squirm, ready for more and perfectly willing, the little brat - he removes his fingers, pulls back enough to get a good look at Shige’s face. Shige flushes, but meets his stare, and after a moment, Tegoshi grins.
A few seconds later and Tegoshi is almost on top of him. Shige feels something thicker than the younger’s fingers tease him, and then Tegoshi is pressing in properly and Shige is shouting because it hurts, and this is why he doesn’t bottom, damn it.
Tegoshi, by contrast, seems to enjoy every moment, but part of that stems more from Massu, whose fingers are stroking his sides and hips in an adoring sort of way, pressing his lips against the curve of Tegoshi’s spine as he watches the younger two intently. Tegoshi, frankly, had never pegged him for such a voyeur, but he can’t say that he really minds.
He’s always performed better in front of an audience, anyway.
There’s little foreplay from there. Tegoshi waits only until Shige seems to be relaxed enough that no one is going to end up broken, and then he’s moving, setting a fast, rather unforgiving pace that’s almost too much for Shige to stand. But even though it’s vicious and maybe a little too forceful for Shige’s tastes, he has to admit that it’s pretty damn good; Tegoshi, tiny, adorable little thing that is, certainly knows what he’s doing.
Shige appreciation of him skyrockets when fingers wrap around his cock and start jerking him off in time to the thrusts. The combined effect is nearly too much to bear; Shige hadn’t realized how worked up he was until he feels Tegoshi brush something inside of him that makes his entire body want to curl in on itself, and then he’s seeing stars. It’s around that point that he realizes Tegoshi is playing for keeps this time, and for once, he doesn’t think he minds letting the younger man win.
The next time Tegoshi brushes that same spot Shige stops trying and let’s himself go. The explosion he sees behind his eyelids is strong enough that he nearly passes out, and seconds later he’s going limp.
Tegoshi whines when he realizes Shige has gone comatose, his partner no longer responding and leaving him high and dry. He pouts, a little too far gone to try and complain, but it’s okay, because Massu takes him then, pulling on his hips until he finally slides out of Shige and tumbles back against the oldest. He’s so hard he aches, but when Massu goes to kiss him, Tegoshi can’t bring himself to rush it; not when Massu is so gentle about it that it makes him quake, because Massu is the only person who’s ever like that with him. No one else ever compares.
When they pull away, Massu murmurs soft things to him, declarations of love and promises of forever, and Tegoshi smiles because he knows they’re all true. And he’s glad that Shige isn’t really functional or even awake for this next part, because it’s not really something he wants to share with the slightly older man.
Massu is gentle sliding in, and it stings a bit but Tegoshi is still stretched out enough that he barely feels it. And anyway, it doesn’t matter, because Massu kisses him properly through the first few seconds, and there’s barely any pause before they’re moving. Massu always likes to take his time with this, something that drives Tegoshi crazy, even if he does appreciate the slow build up in the end. Tonight is more of the same, but somehow, it feels different from every other time they’ve been together like this.
Tegoshi finishes first, coming hard with a cry that Massu eagerly swallows up. For a brief instant, he sees Massu watching him with that same protective, adoring look he always has when he thinks Tegoshi can’t see him.
And then he’s out cold.
~***~
Tegoshi stirs again minutes or maybe hours later to a warm, wet cloth being tenderly swiped across his abdomen, and when he blearily blinks open his eyes, he sees a head of familiar hair ducked down near his chest and smiles.
“Massu,” he mumbles softly, grateful, reaching down for him. Massu peers up at him and gives him a warm, soft look that makes him feel safe and loved.
Massu finishes cleaning them up and drops the rag in the waste bin, and then he crawls back into the bed next to his younger lover. Tegoshi sighs happily and nuzzles into his side, content to curl up there and doze back off. Beside them, Shige lets out a rather loud snort and rolls onto his side, back facing them. Tegoshi giggles and presses a kiss to Massu’s collarbone appreciatively.
“Best birthday ever,” he decides, lifting his head enough to give Massu a smile. “Thank you.”
Massu’s answering grin is sheepish and boyish and pretty much embodies everything about him that Tegoshi loves. Tomorrow things will go back to normal; Tegoshi will go back to being guilty about his affectionate habits, Massu will keep proving to him that it never matters, and Shige will studiously pretend this never happened. But Tegoshi doesn’t really care about that.
He has the best boyfriend ever, after all. And anyway, there’s always next year.
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Masuda/Tegoshi, failed Masuda/Tegoshi/Kato
Rating: NC-17 (Threesome, PWP)
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
Summary: Tegoshi sucks at being monogamous. But that's okay, because Massu has a plan. A plan that involves Shige...
A/N: Still on hiatus, but it's Tego's b-day, and this is his birthday fic. Dedicated to Tegoshi for having a birthday, Cait for sharing my OT3, and especially to Misa for actually making me write the porn. Heed the rating, please. (This was supposed to be a threesome, but ended up being more like TegoShige + Voyeur!Massu XD I don't even know how I managed that. And Ryo gets a cameo because I missed his birthday XD)
Also it's worth mentioning that I've decided to unlock all the NC-17 material from my fic community. This means you no longer have to join to read ^^ Enjoy!
Tegoshi is very bad at being monogamous.
This doesn’t surprise Massu, nor does it really bother him; he knew what he was getting into when he decided to start seeing Tegoshi as more than a friend. And anyway, he’s not blind; it’s hard to miss the way the youngest member of NEWS’ eyes wander and linger and sometimes grow hungry and lustful. And Massu, being the nonjudgmental type that he is, hadn’t really expected that to stop when they started sharing a bed.
It goes against Tegoshi’s nature to restrict himself to just one person. But Massu thinks that it’s oddly sweet that he tries, nonetheless. And Tegoshi does try; it just isn’t that obvious.
But Massu sees it, in the way Tegoshi gets self conscious after he impulsively goes to hug or kiss someone else; the way he looks guilty when his eyes linger a little too long as someone walks out of the room; the way he’s always trying to make it up to Massu, even subconsciously, with little gestures here and there that most people just write off. Massu sees it all, and finds it so touching that he sometimes has to physically restrain himself from just reaching out and holding Tegoshi until he makes the younger man realize that it’s okay.
Because frankly, Massu doesn’t care about any of that; he’s happy just knowing that Tegoshi is his at the end of the day. Nothing else really matters. But making Tegoshi realize that is hard, and Massu is rather amused that the one thing he strives to be unselfish about happens to be one of the few things he can’t really help.
But Massu has a plan. Tegoshi has been so good about it lately; it seems only fair to reward him. And anyway, Massu isn’t so oblivious that he can’t spot a good opportunity when it’s practically slapping him in the face.
~***~
Shige doesn’t take it as well as Massu had hoped he would.
“Have you lost your mind?”
Massu colors awkwardly and tries not to squirm where he’s sitting, because he has a feeling that doing so won’t help his case at all. Shige is looking at him like he was just asked to murder someone; or maybe like he just swallowed a lemon whole. Massu averts his eyes; he knew this would be embarrassing, but somehow it hadn’t occurred to him just how embarrassing until the words had already left his mouth, stumbling and stuttering as they always do when he’s nervous.
Massu feels a little bit humiliated, but it’s too late to take it back, and he’s been sitting there silently a little too long to pass it off as a joke. Shige stares at him for a long moment, and then shakes his head.
“You’re not serious,” he decides, and Massu’s brow furrows. “This is one of Tegoshi’s pranks, isn’t it? He put you up to this.” Shige gives him a look that’s rather pitying, making Massu frown. “You shouldn’t let him use you like that. His ego is bad enough as it is.” Massu thinks he should be insulted by that, but he can’t really bring himself to pick a fight over it.
Instead, he shakes his head in denial. “It’s not… no.” He really, really wishes he’d just kept his mouth shut. “His birthday is in a week,” he says, like this explains it. “I want to do something nice for him.”
Shige stares at him, incredulous. “And your definition of ‘nice’ is to let him cheat?”
Massu feels his face heat up again and avoids meeting Shige’s eyes. Sounding a little bit sheepish, and maybe a little bit afraid, he murmurs, “…it’s not really cheating if I’m there too…”
Shige gapes and Massu wants to go find a hole to crawl into.
~***~
Tegoshi, Shige thinks, has corrupted Massu.
That’s the only explanation he can really think of to write this off; that Tegoshi’s bizarre, overly affectionate, open minded nature has rubbed off on the older man and that is what possessed Massu to ask him for something so utterly out of character that Shige is still not entirely convinced that he didn’t just dream it up.
Except he wouldn’t have dreamt it up, because he doesn’t think about Tegoshi and/or Massu like that. He doesn’t.
Sadly, Shige has never been particularly good at convincing himself about the things his logical brain is adamant about it, and just because he tells himself over and over that he can’t look at Tegomass like that doesn’t mean it’s actually going to work. Because he hasn’t been able to get the thought of it out of his head, ever since Massu brought it up. And that, above all else, is intensely wrong in every way possible.
He wonders if maybe he’s finally cracking; the life of an idol is tough, after all, and between PVs, concerts, photo shoots, and sponsor deals, the amount of pressure and stress is downright ridiculous. And anyway, it would be far easier to deal with insanity than… this.
“Tegomass isn’t sexy, right?” He finally bursts, out of the blue. Ryo, who’s sitting nearby and texting someone on his phone, gives him a strange look, one that clearly says he’s regretting allowing their manager to schedule his photo shoots on the same day as Shige’s. Shige flushes, but shrugs helplessly; Ryo is not the ideal person for this, but he’ll work. “I mean, they aren’t. You’ve seen their photo shoots and concerts. They’re… kids.”
Oh god, he shouldn’t have thought that. Now he feels like a pedophile.
Ryo snorts, apparently disagreeing. “Shows what you know, genius,” he grumbles; he’s in a bit of a bad mood, which means he probably hasn’t eaten yet. Or it means Uchi forgot his birthday last week; sometimes it’s hard to tell.
“But-”
Ryo snaps his phone shut and gives him a look. “They’re sexy as fuck when they’re with NEWS; you’ve seen some of the shop photos.” He points out testily. “So why can’t they be that way when it’s just the two of them?” Shige still wants to protest, but finds that he can’t, and Ryo smirks, apparently pleased with himself, just as the photographers finish up their preparations and motion for him to come over.
Shige slumps back in his chair and watches him go, his mind mulling over the new possibility.
~***~
“Okay.”
Massu jerks in surprise, having been rather absorbed in his lunch and not paying attention to his surroundings. He turns to look up at Shige, who seems frustrated and flustered and about ready to tear his hair out, and gives him a questioning look, trying to figure out what he’s talking about.
If anything, his confusion only seems to make Shige more frustrated. “The… thing. From before.” Shige is blushing, Massu notes, even as he realizes what the younger is referring to. “I’ll do it, okay?”
“Really?” Massu looks startled, stares at Shige like he can’t believe it. Because, if he’s honest, he didn’t really think Shige would ever actually agree. Shige flushes and avoids looking Massu in the eye, looking embarrassed and like he can’t believe he’s even saying this. “What changed your mind?”
Shige goes redder still, and Massu has to resist the urge to grin.
“It doesn’t matter.” Shige says quickly, clearly trying to avoid the subject. “Just… tell me where and when, and I’ll be there.”
Massu wants to ask more questions, like why Shige has suddenly decided that Massu is apparently not insane or being involved in a vicious prank, but he looks the slightly younger man over and decides against it; better not to push his luck when he’s getting what he wants.
~***~
A few days later and Shige finds himself sitting quietly on the couch in Massu’s living room, watching the screen of a turned off TV and picking at a thread that’s come loose from the cushion beneath him. Massu is in the kitchen, doing the few dishes he’d apparently left there the night before, and all Shige can hear from him is the quiet clink of glass against porcelain and the occasional rush of running water. It’s the middle of the afternoon, and Shige thinks it’s a little bit early for… this, but Massu, apparently, doesn’t.
“We don’t know how long it will take,” the older man explains when asked, and Shige gapes at how casual he makes it sound. “And anyway, I want to be there when he gets home,”
Shige frowns, “Then shouldn’t we be at his place instead of yours?”
Massu looks a little bit sheepish at that, but ultimately decides against telling him that, these days, Tegoshi rarely makes it back to his own apartment before midnight. If he goes back at all. Instead, he goes back to the dishes, pretending he didn’t hear the question.
Shige, however, is starting to let his brain catch up with his actions, and even from the kitchen, Massu can practically hear the cogs turning in his mind. Massu considers this imagery, and then mentally pictures, in its place, a small hamster running on a wheel. Then he snickers. The next hour is spent fielding various questions about the so called “logistics” of the situation and how it’s going to be handled, most of which Massu doesn’t really have an answer for. Shige seems to believe that he’s planned this out down to the last second, but really, Massu only has a vague grasp on what’s coming next.
He breathes a sigh of relief when the telltale sounds of Tegoshi arriving reach his ears, the front door swinging open and a somewhat drained voice calling out for him. By contrast, Shige starts to panic.
“Go wait in the bedroom,” Massu tells him, prodding him in the side when he doesn’t immediately go to do as asked. “We’ll be there in a minute.”
Shige gives him a look that suggests he thinks Massu has lost his mind, but the older man can’t really find it in him to be bothered by this, because in a way, he kind of agrees. So instead he just continues staring expectantly at Shige until the younger man gets uncomfortable and slides off the couch, throwing him strange looks even as he retreats to the bedroom to hide.
~***~
When the bedroom door opens next, it’s ten minutes later and Shige is starting to get impatient and a little worried. These feelings almost triple when the person that wanders in is not Massu, but rather, the reason he’s there in the first place. Tegoshi strolls in like he owns the place (and really, he may as well have, from what Shige has seen so far; he even has closet space,) and flops onto the bed beside him, giving him the brightest grin Shige has ever had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of.
In response, Shige’s stomach drops out, and he wonders what he’s gotten himself into.
“Aw, Massu,” Tegoshi trills with a pout, craning his neck to watch the other man as he stealthily slips into the room as well. “No bow? How am I supposed to unwrap my present if it doesn’t have a bow?”
Shige chokes, and from over Tegoshi’s shoulder he sees Massu give Tegoshi his patented dear-in-the-headlights look.
“I… do his clothes count?” Massu stumbles, turning bright red as soon as he realizes what just slipped out, and Shige starts to wonder if he could possibly survive if he jumped out the window now. Tegoshi, however, laughs in delight.
“I suppose,” he concedes, sounding amused. Then he glances at Shige, and the other man nearly yelps, because the look in his eyes is almost predatory. “Let’s find out.”
~***~
Tegoshi has decided that Massu is the best boyfriend ever.
That’s not much of a revelation, since Tegoshi has believed this for quite a while now, starting with pretty much the first time Massu made him dinner after a long day of drama shooting. But there are some days where Massu manages to thoroughly surprise him with something that Tegoshi hadn’t even realized he wanted.
Or, in this case, something he was very aware of wanting, but had assumed was out of reach due to circumstances.
And, okay, he feels a little guilty, eagerly moving to drape himself over Shige and work on the buttons of the slightly older man’s shirt with nimble little fingers, because normal relationships do not involve one part setting up a threesome for the other for their birthday, but he gets over it pretty quickly when the last button pops open and he slides his hands down Shige’s chest and abdomen.
After all, it is his birthday.
Shige looks oddly embarrassed about all this, which Tegoshi doesn’t really understand, and after a moment assumes it’s just a Shige thing and goes right back to feeling him up, as shameless here as he is everywhere else, watching him in fascination as the older man’s face creases when his fingers brush over one nipple. The reaction is oddly attractive, so he does it again, and then pinches the tender flesh after a moment, just to see what happens next. Shige jerks and lets out a lewd sound that makes Tegoshi grin.
Massu crawls onto the bed behind him for lack of anything better to do, and Tegoshi gives him a significantly softer smile from over his shoulder, prompting a sunny look in return.
“Can I kiss him?” Tegoshi asks casually, because clearly there have to be rules here, nudging Shige until he slides his shirt off properly, hands then going to trace the slope of his neck and shoulders. Massu gives a small nod, watching his hands rather than his face, and Tegoshi beams and goes to take advantage of his new allowance.
Shige makes a surprised noise in response, jerks so hard that they nearly tumble off the bed, but Tegoshi’s fingers are curled over his cheek, holding him in place, and the younger man’s lips are startlingly soft. He’s not sure why he ever assumed this would be chaste, because really, this is Tegoshi; it really shouldn’t surprise him that the younger man jumps right from a quick peck to trying to devour Shige right where he sits.
Tegoshi is, unsurprisingly, very good at this, and he’s so eager that it’s hard not to respond just as strongly.
When he starts giggling into the kiss, Shige decides to stop trying, displeased at the inherent superiority the sound has, and reaches up to fist his hand in Tegoshi’s hair, taking control of it, because damn it, he’s not letting Tegoshi get the better of him here. Tegoshi makes a pleased little noise and Shige figures that’s good enough, deepening it until the younger man is shaking and they have to pull apart before one of them passes out.
Tegoshi doesn’t look particularly happy at that, something that makes Shige smirk.
From over Tegoshi’s shoulder, he catches Massu watching them, and the oldest of the three swallows thickly at being caught. It’s hard not to miss the look in his eyes - a look usually reserved entirely for Tegoshi during a particularly good dance rehearsal - and Shige isn’t sure what to do about it, so he defers to the expert, nudging at Tegoshi until he turns to look for himself.
Tegoshi grins when he sees what Shige saw, reaches out an arm invitingly towards the oldest. “Massu,” he calls, using a voice that Shige has never heard before.
Massu is so fast to respond that they nearly fall of the bed.
Tegoshi laughs in delight at his enthusiasm, and Shige watches as he obediently lifts his arms for Massu to tug his shirt off with rapt attention, and then in the next beat Massu is nibbling at the younger man’s jaw and working his way down. Shige is so distracted by the sight that he nearly shrieks when he feels a hand start to mess with his belt, which makes Tegoshi giggle (or try to, anyway; it’s hard to giggle when you’re in the middle of a rather throaty gasp).
There’s a little bit of rearranging, and Shige ends up falling backwards, aiming for the pillows but hitting the headboard instead. “Ack!”
Tegoshi laughs at him unashamedly. “Shige’s so awkward,” he teases, looking completely unflustered when Shige glares at him in response, and then at Massu when the oldest grins as well, because it is kind of funny.
At the very least, this seems to be the ice breaker that they needed, because seconds later Tegoshi is working off Shige’s belt with renewed enthusiasm and it doesn’t feel nearly as awkward as it should when Massu reaches down to help. And then Shige is laughing, because Tegoshi decides it’s apparently a good idea to try and unzip Shige’s pants with his teeth, and it kind of tickles.
The laughter is abruptly cut off with a moan when all of a sudden he feels a wet warmth envelope him, and Shige is too mortified at himself and just how good it really feels to chance looking down to watch.
Massu, however, has no such constraints, and lets out a long groan at the sight of Shige’s length disappearing past Tegoshi’s pretty lips. It really shouldn’t be so hot, watching his boyfriend go down on another man, but Tegoshi makes it look too good for him to feel any hints of jealousy. In fact, the only thing he does feel is how restrictive his own pants are, and that problem is quickly remedied.
“Fuck,” Shige hisses, eyes practically rolling back as Tegoshi pulls back and does something with his tongue that makes his whole body shudder. Reaching down, he slides his fingers into the younger man’s hair, which makes Tegoshi pull off completely.
“Don’t pull,” he chides with a frown, which Shige only sees because he wanted to find out why he stopped.
Shige grunts, clearly not happy. “I won’t if you just-“ He breaks off with a gasp, because Tegoshi’s suddenly swallowed him whole, only this time he actually gets to watch it happen and fuck if it isn’t one of the most erotic things he’s ever seen. “Oh god…”
Massu chooses that moment to rejoin them, now completely naked and for once not at all self-conscious about it. He comes up behind Tegoshi, works his hands with practiced ease under the waistband of his pants, and Tegoshi lets out a giggle that makes Shige nearly cry out, wiggling a bit in anticipation. Kisses are pressed to his shoulder, finding the junction of his neck almost immediately, and then there are warm fingers curling around his cock and the youngest makes a pleased noise, which makes Shige tremble.
A few moments pass in more or less the same pattern, and then Tegoshi pulls away, making Shige groan in protest, and falls back against Massu’s chest, reaching down to squirm out of his pants and underwear, sighing in relief when he finally gets to toss them to the side. Barely coherent, Shige attempts to do the same, fails, and ends up having to lay there embarrassedly as Tegoshi does it for him, dropping kisses along his hip as he does so.
The instant his legs are free, however, Shige becomes aware of a certain problem that reminds him of why he’d been trying to corner Massu into putting some logic into this earlier.
“So, uh…” He coughs, going red when the other two glance at him curiously, Tegoshi through half-lidded eyes as Massu suckles at his neck and strokes him patiently. It’s kind of a distracting sight, and he can feel his cock twitching at it, almost making him forget what he was going to say. “How… how is this going to work?” Tegoshi tilts his head curiously, inadvertently giving Massu more room to work with, and Shige’s thoughts very neatly derail for a moment. “I mean…” Except he doesn’t really know what he means, so he trails off helplessly.
Tegoshi continues to look confused for a moment, adorably befuddled in a way that really, really doesn’t suit the situation, but then a look of realization crosses his face and he looks thoughtful.
“You mean ‘who’s going to fuck who’, right?” He says it very casually, and behind him, Massu bursts into awkward little giggles and presses his face into Tegoshi’s shoulder in apparent embarrassment, prompting Tegoshi to reach back and pat his knee sweetly. “Shige, I thought that was obvious.”
Shige stares back at him blankly, not following him. Until he catches on and realizes what he’s hinting at, at which point he starts to furiously shake his head. “No. Absolutely not.” Tegoshi continues to look at him in that smug little way of his, and Shige mentally smacks himself when he finds himself thinking that it’s kind of hot. “No, Tegoshi. I don’t bottom.”
Tegoshi’s expression changes so quickly that it’s hard to believe it’s real, his eyes going wide and watery, lower lip trembling in a way that’s pathetically adorable, looking absolutely crushed. Massu glares at Shige from over his shoulder at apparently breaking his baby’s heart, and Shige wavers.
“But Shige,” Tegoshi says, sniffling for effect, and Shige hates himself for actually feeling bad. “It’s my birthday.”
And really, that’s not fair. Tegoshi should not be allowed to use his looks and acting skills to manipulate him so easily, especially after so many years of working together. But looking at him like this still makes Shige’s heartstrings ache from being pulled so hard, and after a point, he can’t really do anything but concede with a whimper.
Tegoshi brightens up so fast Shige worries he might end up with whiplash, but he doesn’t really get to explore that thought, because he’s too busy getting kissed to the point of near incoherency.
When they pull away, Tegoshi has started keening, and Shige doesn’t get why until he glances over and realizes that, during their distraction, Massu had lubed up a finger and easily slid it inside the younger man. Massu looks quite pleased with himself as he presses another in and then curls them in a way that makes Tegoshi let out a half sob and scratch at Shige’s shoulders.
Shige makes a note of this and squirms onto his knees. “Make him do that again,” he tells Massu, contorting almost in half. Massu does as he’s told, and this time, when Tegoshi cries out and spasms, Shige takes advantage of leans down to lick tentatively at the head of his cock.
The response he gets is favorable, to say the least.
Tegoshi trembles when Shige goes to do it properly, sliding his mouth down and using his fingers to stroke at the bits of skin he can’t reach. Between him and Massu, the youngest starts to unravel, and really, it’s a downright beautiful thing to see, even if Shige only gets glimpses of it from his position. And yes, if Shige is honest, it’s really rather satisfying, making Tegoshi fall apart like this; poetic justice, he thinks.
Apart of him wants to push Tegoshi to the edge right there, just because he wants to see what it would look like. But he knows better - this isn’t about him, as Tegoshi would say - so he pulls away reluctantly, grinning when Tegoshi whines unhappily at the loss.
Massu follows suit a moment later, and Tegoshi looks unimpressed at their sudden abandonment. This lasts only until Massu curls an arm around Tegoshi’s waist and pulls him close for a moment, almost causing the youngest to look his balance, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear and murmuring something to him in a soft tone that Shige doesn’t catch. Whatever it is, though, it makes Tegoshi’s eyes flash in a dark sort of way that makes heat coil up in Shige’s belly, and the next second Tegoshi is crawling closer.
He nudges at Shige’s legs, and for a moment, Shige is tempted to be petulant and difficult, but then realizes that doing so will be more like self-sabotage than anything else, and capitulates after a moment, obediently spreading his thighs like he knows the younger man’s wants. It feels a little bit demeaning, for all of three seconds, and Tegoshi is dropping kisses to the inside of his thigh, looking pleased and impressed all at once.
“Shige is hot,” Tegoshi assures him matter-of-factly, like he can tell the older man is uncomfortable. He mumbles something a little less coherent when Massu does something he appreciates where Shige can’t see, and then grins after a moment. Shige doesn’t know why until he yelps, feeling a slender digit brush against his entrance almost delicately.
Tegoshi watches Shige carefully when he presses in, frowning when the older’s face takes on a pinched sort of expression. “Relax,” he tells Shige, because they’ll never get anywhere if he doesn’t, and Tegoshi is getting a little impatient.
Shige gives him a look that Tegoshi assumes is supposed to be angry, but it doesn’t really work with the way he groans softly a second later when Tegoshi brushes over just the right spot. Trying to help, Tegoshi leans down and drops a feather kiss to the tip of Shige’s cock, and Shige’s breath hitches, because despite himself, it actually does kind of feel good. The next finger is easier to manage, and he barely feels the third at all.
When Tegoshi is satisfied - which is at least two minutes after Shige starts to squirm, ready for more and perfectly willing, the little brat - he removes his fingers, pulls back enough to get a good look at Shige’s face. Shige flushes, but meets his stare, and after a moment, Tegoshi grins.
A few seconds later and Tegoshi is almost on top of him. Shige feels something thicker than the younger’s fingers tease him, and then Tegoshi is pressing in properly and Shige is shouting because it hurts, and this is why he doesn’t bottom, damn it.
Tegoshi, by contrast, seems to enjoy every moment, but part of that stems more from Massu, whose fingers are stroking his sides and hips in an adoring sort of way, pressing his lips against the curve of Tegoshi’s spine as he watches the younger two intently. Tegoshi, frankly, had never pegged him for such a voyeur, but he can’t say that he really minds.
He’s always performed better in front of an audience, anyway.
There’s little foreplay from there. Tegoshi waits only until Shige seems to be relaxed enough that no one is going to end up broken, and then he’s moving, setting a fast, rather unforgiving pace that’s almost too much for Shige to stand. But even though it’s vicious and maybe a little too forceful for Shige’s tastes, he has to admit that it’s pretty damn good; Tegoshi, tiny, adorable little thing that is, certainly knows what he’s doing.
Shige appreciation of him skyrockets when fingers wrap around his cock and start jerking him off in time to the thrusts. The combined effect is nearly too much to bear; Shige hadn’t realized how worked up he was until he feels Tegoshi brush something inside of him that makes his entire body want to curl in on itself, and then he’s seeing stars. It’s around that point that he realizes Tegoshi is playing for keeps this time, and for once, he doesn’t think he minds letting the younger man win.
The next time Tegoshi brushes that same spot Shige stops trying and let’s himself go. The explosion he sees behind his eyelids is strong enough that he nearly passes out, and seconds later he’s going limp.
Tegoshi whines when he realizes Shige has gone comatose, his partner no longer responding and leaving him high and dry. He pouts, a little too far gone to try and complain, but it’s okay, because Massu takes him then, pulling on his hips until he finally slides out of Shige and tumbles back against the oldest. He’s so hard he aches, but when Massu goes to kiss him, Tegoshi can’t bring himself to rush it; not when Massu is so gentle about it that it makes him quake, because Massu is the only person who’s ever like that with him. No one else ever compares.
When they pull away, Massu murmurs soft things to him, declarations of love and promises of forever, and Tegoshi smiles because he knows they’re all true. And he’s glad that Shige isn’t really functional or even awake for this next part, because it’s not really something he wants to share with the slightly older man.
Massu is gentle sliding in, and it stings a bit but Tegoshi is still stretched out enough that he barely feels it. And anyway, it doesn’t matter, because Massu kisses him properly through the first few seconds, and there’s barely any pause before they’re moving. Massu always likes to take his time with this, something that drives Tegoshi crazy, even if he does appreciate the slow build up in the end. Tonight is more of the same, but somehow, it feels different from every other time they’ve been together like this.
Tegoshi finishes first, coming hard with a cry that Massu eagerly swallows up. For a brief instant, he sees Massu watching him with that same protective, adoring look he always has when he thinks Tegoshi can’t see him.
And then he’s out cold.
~***~
Tegoshi stirs again minutes or maybe hours later to a warm, wet cloth being tenderly swiped across his abdomen, and when he blearily blinks open his eyes, he sees a head of familiar hair ducked down near his chest and smiles.
“Massu,” he mumbles softly, grateful, reaching down for him. Massu peers up at him and gives him a warm, soft look that makes him feel safe and loved.
Massu finishes cleaning them up and drops the rag in the waste bin, and then he crawls back into the bed next to his younger lover. Tegoshi sighs happily and nuzzles into his side, content to curl up there and doze back off. Beside them, Shige lets out a rather loud snort and rolls onto his side, back facing them. Tegoshi giggles and presses a kiss to Massu’s collarbone appreciatively.
“Best birthday ever,” he decides, lifting his head enough to give Massu a smile. “Thank you.”
Massu’s answering grin is sheepish and boyish and pretty much embodies everything about him that Tegoshi loves. Tomorrow things will go back to normal; Tegoshi will go back to being guilty about his affectionate habits, Massu will keep proving to him that it never matters, and Shige will studiously pretend this never happened. But Tegoshi doesn’t really care about that.
He has the best boyfriend ever, after all. And anyway, there’s always next year.