Mainichi Seiten: Five Minutes
for julineci who is dying at work and also for risax who is leaving us for colder shores, fluffy pron-ish Taiga/Shuu.
Five Minutes
by omi
In the days and weeks that passed, after Shuu and Yuuta settled into the household and made a space for themselves in their house and lives, Obinata Taiga found himself learning new life skills. Important life skills. Or at least, important-to-his-love/sex-life (or current lackthereof) skills.
Skills like developing a sixth sense of where everyone was at any given time. This was particularly important as his family members were exceedingly prone to walking in on interesting moments of intimacy -- aka the worst possible time -- and Shuu was very, very, shy about these things and tended to be a lot more resistant the next time he tries to engage in a little nooky if they've been caught before earlier.
(Another upside to this particular life skill was that he was now really good at disrupting other people's private moments. After all, turnabout is fair play, and Taiga developed an almost unholy passion for walking in to check on his youngest sibling any time he is left alone in the room with Yuuta for longer than five minutes.)
The best times of all were the mornings. Six am in the summer, when Shuu wakes up early to prepare breakfast for them all, before the kids wake up for school, while Jou is out on his morning run before the heat sets in for the day and Akinobu hits the shower, preparing for his own university classes.
There was a certain comfort in the knowledge that this was the rhythm of their house, the cadence to which they lived. Taiga stayed in bed, listening to the now-familiar sounds of his lover's movements in the kitchen, to the slam of the door and Jou's light fast tread on the pavements. Waited patiently for the telltale creak of the ceiling, as Akinobu walked down the old wooden passageway towards the showers.
And then, he was up. He threw back the thin blanket, made a quick pitstop to brush his teeth -- it would be too evil to inflict morning breath on Shuu -- and another quick dash to the kitchen.
Shuu looked up at his entrance and smiled. 'Good mornin--' and his words were swallowed by Taiga's eager mouth. Another moan that may have been 'Taiga--' allowed Taiga full access into the warm wet cavern that was Shuu's mouth, and his tongue dipped in, invited Shuu's tongue to play.
Taiga could tell the exact moment when Shuu gave in, when his body grew pliant against his, when his hands came up around his shoulders and neck and they kissed, and kissed, and kissed as if they could never have enough of each other.
They finally broke for air, panting a little. Taiga smiled and cupped Shuu's cheek tenderly with one hand. 'Good morning,' he said and his heart soared again in the thousandth realisation that it was not a dream and that Shuu really was in front of him, lips slightly swollen with kisses, that they were finally together.
'Good morning,' he repeated dizzily, foolishly, happily and then stole another kiss before heading upstairs to wake Mayumi and Yuuta up to get ready for school and Shuu went back to preparing for breakfast with a flush on his cheeks.
***
Shuu sat in front of his laptop and stared. Another blank document, another deadline, another day of Taiga's incessant nagging.
Stories used to come easily to Shuu. He'd only needed to sit in the silence of his room, or on the bench along the river in Kyoto, and they would come to him, bright and gleaming, the characters and words cartwheeling into his mind as clear as day. His life was a blank slate, ready and waiting for the colours and passions of his stories to fill it.
And then he met Taiga, all over again, now lived with Taiga and his brothers and Yuuta and Bass in some incredible miracle or karma or luck, and the stories were blown clean out of his mind.
But he couldn't say this to Taiga. Taiga, who had such faith in him and his stories, who looked at him with those steady eyes that radiated belief in him and his ability to twist a phrase and craft a story. Shuu signed and tapped, one finger at a time, at the keyboard.
T-A-I-G-A
And then, S-H-U-U
And he grinned to himself, despite himself, at the words on the screen. Hit the back arrow key quickly and typed A-N-D and he hugged those three words closer in his heart, tasting them in his mind.
He never thought he could be with him ever again. Coming here was a gamble, a test of luck along the lines that he had absolutely nothing to lose, and whatever precious moments he could steal with Taiga, with Taiga's family, to gain. And if the fraud was discovered, then at least he had had those precious days with them to hold in his memories for the rest of his life. When it came right down to the line, really, it was the simplest decision of all.
He didn't expect them to like him back, to also want him to stay with them, and be with them, and now he had people around him; he had Taiga. He had Taiga and his warmth, and his companionship, and -- at this Shuu went pink -- his kisses.
K-I-S-S-E-S
The writer in Shuu frowned, hit backspaced twice. E-D
There, better. Kissed and the warmth of Taiga's body, and Taiga's hand tugging at his shirt so that he could touch smooth skin, and his waist. Taiga had something of an obsession about his nipples --
STROKING THEM, HIS THUMB CURLING AROUND ONE PALE NUB UNTIL IT HARDENED UNDER HIS TOUCH, SPRINGING ERECT AND SENSITIVE AND TAIGA LEARNT ITS SHAPE, MEMORISING IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
HIS KISSES DIPPED LOWER, TO HIS COLLARBONE, AND THEN FINALLY TO THE OTHER NIPPLE, STILL PALE AND SOFT AND UNLOVED, AND TAIGA TOOK IT INTO HIS MOUTH, SUCKING IT, HIS WARM TONGUE RASPING OVER THE SENSITIVE SKIN AND DRIVING SHUU INSANE.
HE WANTED HIM SO BADLY -- WANTED HIM TO PUSH HIM DOWN ONTO THE WOODEN FLOOR, HIS WEIGHT ON HIS BODY, HIS TONGUE AND HANDS NEVER STOPPI
Then he heard steps outside his room, and Shuu went very pink and started deleting everything he'd just typed as fast as he could.
The door opened and Taiga stuck his head in. 'How is it going?' he asked, and he came in, with mug of mugi-cha and a packet of seaweed rice crackers. 'Have you written anything at all?' he asked, sitting himself beside Shuu and peering at the laptop screen.
'The right words wouldn't come,' said Shuu in all honesty, and he curled up redfaced, against Taiga and refused to budge, even in face of Taiga's most dire threats, which weren't very dire at all.
***
That night, Shuu found himself relearning silence, all over again.
He never thought he would have to, not after adopting Yuuta, and certainly not while living with Taiga's noisy, rambunctious brothers -- to whom shouting came as naturally as breathing. But of course, this silence was nothing compared to the kind he'd endured growing up. This silence was an entirely different breed altogether, punctuated by tiny gasps and choked back moans.
Shuu bucked his hips up into Taiga's hand, and tried desperately, desperately, to remain quiet. His hands clawed at Taiga's t-shirt. Taiga ignored him, his large, slightly calloused hand pumping at Shuu's shaft and his own manhood, heat and heat alike, rubbing against each other in a fast frantic pace.
Taiga's other hand was cupped about Shuu's buttocks, squeezing and rubbing. His fingertips slipped into the cleft between, drew circles around the blushing hole. 'No--' said Shuu strangled, jerking between Taiga's hand around his front and Taiga's other hand most definitely at his back, and Taiga kissed his ear, his hair, whispering, 'Shhush, shhush,' and his fingers kept working in, one after the other, deeper and deeper into the most intimate recess of Shuu's body, even as his other hand pumped and pulled and pressed.
Shuu bit back his moans, bit down on Taiga's shoulder in direct retaliation against the fingers squirming inside his body -- inside! -- it was tight, and it was touches in a place that had never been touched, that was dirty and Shuu's brain stopped working for a moment when Taiga brushed against a certain spot and everything went white-hot-white.
Shuu's body clenched and Taiga had to fight back his own growl, imagining his cock to be where his fingers were, the tight hot recess clenched around his cock, even as his other hand palmed harder and faster and Shuu only gasped and half-moaned and moved beneath his hands.
They had to be quiet -- the walls and floors of the old house were thin. A tiny portion of Taiga's brain contemplated the dangers of discovery, and how sexy Shuu's voice was, choking out his name in whispered frenzy, while the rest of Taiga heated and drowned in the sensation of Shuu's body against his, Shuu's cock pulsing besides his, Shuu's hole clenching around him and finally they came, one after another, in thick white spurts of cum against their thighs and bellies.
***
'Sleep with me tonight?' Taiga followed Shuu into the toilet to stand up close behind him, his hands stealing up around Shuu's waist, drawing him closer.
Shuu looked at him suspiciously, cheeks still flushed. He'd just finished cleaning up, and flushed away the evidence in the toilet. 'Did-- Wash your hands properly,' he ordered, slapping at the hands around his waist, and his face reddened more as he recalled just where those hands had been just moments ago.
Taiga laughed and rested his chin on Shuu's shoulder. 'I'm washing, I'm washing,' he chuckled and reached for the taps, still standing behind Shuu, so Shuu bumped up against the washbasin, and Taiga was snugged against his back, his still somewhat hard shaft pressing against Shuu's buttocks.
Shuu wriggled a little, made to move, to escape, and Taiga growled, 'Don't move,' a bass rumble in his ear and his shaft heated and hardened against Shuu, and Shuu stayed very very still after that.
Taiga finished washing his hands in silence. He turned off the tap, rested his hands on the washbasin, trapping Shuu in between his hands. In the soft drip, drip, drip, of the tap, he buried his head into the crook of Shuu's neck, and said softly, the words swallowed by Shuu's shirt, hot breath passing through the cloth to be branded on Shuu's skin, 'We'll just sleep. Only-- sleep,' and then even quieter, 'Stay with me.'
Suddenly, the world was very quiet, and Shuu could only hear the steady beat of his own heart, and the warmth of the man he loved behind him, enveloping him. He laid his hands very gently over Taiga's and leaned back.
'Yes. Yes, of course.'
Taiga crept back to Shuu's room, to retrieve his pillow, and Shuu went to Taiga's room, laid down on Taiga's futon and buried his face in Taiga's pillow, smelling Taiga, Taiga, Taiga all around him. And then the real Taiga laid down beside him, tangled his arms and legs against his, nuzzled his face against his neck and they laid down together to rest.
Taiga's hands tightened around Shuu, reflex and instinct. It's alright, Taiga thought to himself, his eyeslids growing heavy, halfway towards sleep. Even if we didn't go all the way tonight.
There are two hundred and eighty-eight five minutes in a day, after all. One of them -- one day -- would be the right five minutes.
And Taiga had just found out he could do a lot in five minutes.
- fini -
Five Minutes
by omi
In the days and weeks that passed, after Shuu and Yuuta settled into the household and made a space for themselves in their house and lives, Obinata Taiga found himself learning new life skills. Important life skills. Or at least, important-to-his-love/sex-life (or current lackthereof) skills.
Skills like developing a sixth sense of where everyone was at any given time. This was particularly important as his family members were exceedingly prone to walking in on interesting moments of intimacy -- aka the worst possible time -- and Shuu was very, very, shy about these things and tended to be a lot more resistant the next time he tries to engage in a little nooky if they've been caught before earlier.
(Another upside to this particular life skill was that he was now really good at disrupting other people's private moments. After all, turnabout is fair play, and Taiga developed an almost unholy passion for walking in to check on his youngest sibling any time he is left alone in the room with Yuuta for longer than five minutes.)
The best times of all were the mornings. Six am in the summer, when Shuu wakes up early to prepare breakfast for them all, before the kids wake up for school, while Jou is out on his morning run before the heat sets in for the day and Akinobu hits the shower, preparing for his own university classes.
There was a certain comfort in the knowledge that this was the rhythm of their house, the cadence to which they lived. Taiga stayed in bed, listening to the now-familiar sounds of his lover's movements in the kitchen, to the slam of the door and Jou's light fast tread on the pavements. Waited patiently for the telltale creak of the ceiling, as Akinobu walked down the old wooden passageway towards the showers.
And then, he was up. He threw back the thin blanket, made a quick pitstop to brush his teeth -- it would be too evil to inflict morning breath on Shuu -- and another quick dash to the kitchen.
Shuu looked up at his entrance and smiled. 'Good mornin--' and his words were swallowed by Taiga's eager mouth. Another moan that may have been 'Taiga--' allowed Taiga full access into the warm wet cavern that was Shuu's mouth, and his tongue dipped in, invited Shuu's tongue to play.
Taiga could tell the exact moment when Shuu gave in, when his body grew pliant against his, when his hands came up around his shoulders and neck and they kissed, and kissed, and kissed as if they could never have enough of each other.
They finally broke for air, panting a little. Taiga smiled and cupped Shuu's cheek tenderly with one hand. 'Good morning,' he said and his heart soared again in the thousandth realisation that it was not a dream and that Shuu really was in front of him, lips slightly swollen with kisses, that they were finally together.
'Good morning,' he repeated dizzily, foolishly, happily and then stole another kiss before heading upstairs to wake Mayumi and Yuuta up to get ready for school and Shuu went back to preparing for breakfast with a flush on his cheeks.
***
Shuu sat in front of his laptop and stared. Another blank document, another deadline, another day of Taiga's incessant nagging.
Stories used to come easily to Shuu. He'd only needed to sit in the silence of his room, or on the bench along the river in Kyoto, and they would come to him, bright and gleaming, the characters and words cartwheeling into his mind as clear as day. His life was a blank slate, ready and waiting for the colours and passions of his stories to fill it.
And then he met Taiga, all over again, now lived with Taiga and his brothers and Yuuta and Bass in some incredible miracle or karma or luck, and the stories were blown clean out of his mind.
But he couldn't say this to Taiga. Taiga, who had such faith in him and his stories, who looked at him with those steady eyes that radiated belief in him and his ability to twist a phrase and craft a story. Shuu signed and tapped, one finger at a time, at the keyboard.
T-A-I-G-A
And then, S-H-U-U
And he grinned to himself, despite himself, at the words on the screen. Hit the back arrow key quickly and typed A-N-D and he hugged those three words closer in his heart, tasting them in his mind.
He never thought he could be with him ever again. Coming here was a gamble, a test of luck along the lines that he had absolutely nothing to lose, and whatever precious moments he could steal with Taiga, with Taiga's family, to gain. And if the fraud was discovered, then at least he had had those precious days with them to hold in his memories for the rest of his life. When it came right down to the line, really, it was the simplest decision of all.
He didn't expect them to like him back, to also want him to stay with them, and be with them, and now he had people around him; he had Taiga. He had Taiga and his warmth, and his companionship, and -- at this Shuu went pink -- his kisses.
K-I-S-S-E-S
The writer in Shuu frowned, hit backspaced twice. E-D
There, better. Kissed and the warmth of Taiga's body, and Taiga's hand tugging at his shirt so that he could touch smooth skin, and his waist. Taiga had something of an obsession about his nipples --
STROKING THEM, HIS THUMB CURLING AROUND ONE PALE NUB UNTIL IT HARDENED UNDER HIS TOUCH, SPRINGING ERECT AND SENSITIVE AND TAIGA LEARNT ITS SHAPE, MEMORISING IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
HIS KISSES DIPPED LOWER, TO HIS COLLARBONE, AND THEN FINALLY TO THE OTHER NIPPLE, STILL PALE AND SOFT AND UNLOVED, AND TAIGA TOOK IT INTO HIS MOUTH, SUCKING IT, HIS WARM TONGUE RASPING OVER THE SENSITIVE SKIN AND DRIVING SHUU INSANE.
HE WANTED HIM SO BADLY -- WANTED HIM TO PUSH HIM DOWN ONTO THE WOODEN FLOOR, HIS WEIGHT ON HIS BODY, HIS TONGUE AND HANDS NEVER STOPPI
Then he heard steps outside his room, and Shuu went very pink and started deleting everything he'd just typed as fast as he could.
The door opened and Taiga stuck his head in. 'How is it going?' he asked, and he came in, with mug of mugi-cha and a packet of seaweed rice crackers. 'Have you written anything at all?' he asked, sitting himself beside Shuu and peering at the laptop screen.
'The right words wouldn't come,' said Shuu in all honesty, and he curled up redfaced, against Taiga and refused to budge, even in face of Taiga's most dire threats, which weren't very dire at all.
***
That night, Shuu found himself relearning silence, all over again.
He never thought he would have to, not after adopting Yuuta, and certainly not while living with Taiga's noisy, rambunctious brothers -- to whom shouting came as naturally as breathing. But of course, this silence was nothing compared to the kind he'd endured growing up. This silence was an entirely different breed altogether, punctuated by tiny gasps and choked back moans.
Shuu bucked his hips up into Taiga's hand, and tried desperately, desperately, to remain quiet. His hands clawed at Taiga's t-shirt. Taiga ignored him, his large, slightly calloused hand pumping at Shuu's shaft and his own manhood, heat and heat alike, rubbing against each other in a fast frantic pace.
Taiga's other hand was cupped about Shuu's buttocks, squeezing and rubbing. His fingertips slipped into the cleft between, drew circles around the blushing hole. 'No--' said Shuu strangled, jerking between Taiga's hand around his front and Taiga's other hand most definitely at his back, and Taiga kissed his ear, his hair, whispering, 'Shhush, shhush,' and his fingers kept working in, one after the other, deeper and deeper into the most intimate recess of Shuu's body, even as his other hand pumped and pulled and pressed.
Shuu bit back his moans, bit down on Taiga's shoulder in direct retaliation against the fingers squirming inside his body -- inside! -- it was tight, and it was touches in a place that had never been touched, that was dirty and Shuu's brain stopped working for a moment when Taiga brushed against a certain spot and everything went white-hot-white.
Shuu's body clenched and Taiga had to fight back his own growl, imagining his cock to be where his fingers were, the tight hot recess clenched around his cock, even as his other hand palmed harder and faster and Shuu only gasped and half-moaned and moved beneath his hands.
They had to be quiet -- the walls and floors of the old house were thin. A tiny portion of Taiga's brain contemplated the dangers of discovery, and how sexy Shuu's voice was, choking out his name in whispered frenzy, while the rest of Taiga heated and drowned in the sensation of Shuu's body against his, Shuu's cock pulsing besides his, Shuu's hole clenching around him and finally they came, one after another, in thick white spurts of cum against their thighs and bellies.
***
'Sleep with me tonight?' Taiga followed Shuu into the toilet to stand up close behind him, his hands stealing up around Shuu's waist, drawing him closer.
Shuu looked at him suspiciously, cheeks still flushed. He'd just finished cleaning up, and flushed away the evidence in the toilet. 'Did-- Wash your hands properly,' he ordered, slapping at the hands around his waist, and his face reddened more as he recalled just where those hands had been just moments ago.
Taiga laughed and rested his chin on Shuu's shoulder. 'I'm washing, I'm washing,' he chuckled and reached for the taps, still standing behind Shuu, so Shuu bumped up against the washbasin, and Taiga was snugged against his back, his still somewhat hard shaft pressing against Shuu's buttocks.
Shuu wriggled a little, made to move, to escape, and Taiga growled, 'Don't move,' a bass rumble in his ear and his shaft heated and hardened against Shuu, and Shuu stayed very very still after that.
Taiga finished washing his hands in silence. He turned off the tap, rested his hands on the washbasin, trapping Shuu in between his hands. In the soft drip, drip, drip, of the tap, he buried his head into the crook of Shuu's neck, and said softly, the words swallowed by Shuu's shirt, hot breath passing through the cloth to be branded on Shuu's skin, 'We'll just sleep. Only-- sleep,' and then even quieter, 'Stay with me.'
Suddenly, the world was very quiet, and Shuu could only hear the steady beat of his own heart, and the warmth of the man he loved behind him, enveloping him. He laid his hands very gently over Taiga's and leaned back.
'Yes. Yes, of course.'
Taiga crept back to Shuu's room, to retrieve his pillow, and Shuu went to Taiga's room, laid down on Taiga's futon and buried his face in Taiga's pillow, smelling Taiga, Taiga, Taiga all around him. And then the real Taiga laid down beside him, tangled his arms and legs against his, nuzzled his face against his neck and they laid down together to rest.
Taiga's hands tightened around Shuu, reflex and instinct. It's alright, Taiga thought to himself, his eyeslids growing heavy, halfway towards sleep. Even if we didn't go all the way tonight.
There are two hundred and eighty-eight five minutes in a day, after all. One of them -- one day -- would be the right five minutes.
And Taiga had just found out he could do a lot in five minutes.
- fini -