Dress Blues (Chapter 4/?)
Title: Dress Blues (Chapter 4/?)
Author: keeconk
Pairing: TaDaiki
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 5,027
Disclaimer: Arisa is mine~.
Summary: A life of a model is often seen as extravagant and glamour. But not many people know that a life of a model can be this epic and bizarre. What would happen if Arisa, an eighteen-years old fashion and make-up model, meet Takaki Yuya, the popular singer? The thing is, Arisa is just a stage name of a normal boy, named Arioka Daiki, who dresses up as a girl during photo shoots.
A.N.: AU setting. Cross dressing.
Beta'ed by: rinhriveiel.
( Chapter 1: An Epic start )
( Chapter 2: The Holiday )
( Chapter 3: Oops! )
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“No! No! No! NO!!”
Takaki smiled awkwardly after a hard whack landed nicely on his head. All this time, he thought Inoo Kei was a really gentle guy. He thought, Inoo Kei, just like any photo shoots of him in magazines, would be one hell of a gentle man. He worked with Inoo Kei once before. Not exactly for the same photo shoot, but they were in the same studio and he couldn’t help but notice how professional and calm that guy was. Oh yeah, it was the day he met Arisa.
Yet, reality said something totally different about it. He, of course, heard about how “dangerous” Inoo’s rage was. He heard a lot how Inoo could act so differently despite of that pretty face of his. Takaki heard a lot about how possessive Inoo was when it came to Daiki. Oh yeah, he heard it from Daiki so many times before. Hell, a lot of times.
“What did I do wrong?” Takaki asked, half mumbling.
“How could you choose something with mayonnaise? Mayonnaise?!?!”
“Well, karage sushi with seaweed and mayonnaise tastes superb,” Takaki reasoned out.
“Ha?! I can’t believe this!” Inoo’s upper lip twitched. “Do you know that Daiki hates mayonnaise?!”
“Erm… No…”
“And you call yourself his boyfriend?! You gotta be kidding me!!” Inoo groaned, followed by Hikaru trying to cover up his mouth and Daiki almost standing up to cross the table and shut Inoo up.
Takaki blinked at how fast Hikaru and Daiki reacted. It was definitely something new to him. After being caught making out with Daiki in one of the younger boy’s agency’s dressing room, Takaki had been dragged out to dinner or lunch for the past three days by Daiki. And most of the time, Hikaru and Inoo would be there. Daiki kept on telling him that unless Takaki came with him, Inoo might throw tantrums at him. According to Daiki, Inoo kept on telling the eighteen-year-old boy that Takaki was such a bad boyfriend for not having enough time for him; which Takaki thought was a little bit ridiculous because Daiki himself rarely had time for him.
All he did was take this karage sushi that has mayonnaise on top of it. Being the good boyfriend he was, Takaki asked Daiki whether the younger guy wanted to share the sushi with him. That was all he did. He knew nothing about Daiki disliking mayonnaise and he just couldn’t understand why on earth Inoo had to make such a big fuss over some small stuff. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t know everything about Daiki. Unlike Inoo, he only knew the other guy for about two months or three.
“Inoo-chan!!! People might hear you,” Daiki spoke up at the end.
“Well, he shouldn’t be here in the first place,” Inoo retorted.
“But you were the one that forced me to bring him for dinner!”
“I didn’t.”
“You did! You said, what kind of boyfriend he is, doesn’t have time to even go out with my friends and I for dinner!”
“I was just stating out some fact. I never literally forced you to bring him along,” Inoo scowled.
“But you were implying that he had to come!!”
Sighing, Hikaru shoved a piece of sushi roll to Inoo’s mouth before the latter managed to reply Daiki’s little complaint. All of it was too odd for Takaki. The way Inoo being so irritated by him just because he was Daiki’s boyfriend, the way Hikaru tried his best to limit Inoo’s rage in weird ways, or the way Daiki got all jumpy with anything that might expose his little secret (being Arisa, it was); all of those were really strange to him. It was full of the aura of, well, friendship. It almost felt as if he didn’t belong there.
It had a really familiar feeling. The feeling of uneasiness when let say he had to meet his girlfriend’s best friends or something. Something that was quite similar to an upset stomach due to weird questions that his girlfriend’s giggly and perky bunch of friends asked him. But of course, he never had a girlfriend before (a couple of boyfriends maybe), and the difference would be that his boyfriend’s best friends weren’t curious about him; they weren’t trying to know what he liked about Daiki or why he found the younger guy attractive. It was nothing like those typical boyfriend-meets-best friends gathering. It was far from that. In fact, Hikaru didn’t seem to care much, while Inoo obviously disliked him. Yet he believed that the uneasiness felt the same.
“You’re spacing out, Takaki,” Yabu spoke up, drawing his attention back to reality, and not to his food. It was amazing how someone so skinny could eat so much.
“Eh? Am I?”
“You’re so obvious,” the older boy chuckled. “Do you want that karage sushi? If not you can always give them to me. Don’t waste your food, Takaki.”
Laughing, he grabbed one of the sushi and placed it on Yabu’s plate. “You can have one of them. Apparently Dai-chan doesn’t like mayonnaise.”
“Eh?” Daiki interrupted their little talk.
“What?”
“You’re giving him that?! But I thought you wanted to share?” Daiki frowned at him.
“Well, Inoo said you don’t like mayonnaise.”
“He doesn’t,” Inoo stuck out his tongue to Takaki.
“I don’t. But still…” his little frown transformed into a pair of pierced eyes, staring at Takaki intensely. “You’ll be sharing your sushi with Yabu, not me.”
If it was a manga or something, Takaki was really sure that it would be one of those awkward moments where everyone turned into their chibi versions and there were three big dots as an illustrating remark on how weird, awkward, or just plain “ha?” the situation was.
“Okay, boyfriend. Not exactly the right time to feel jealous,” Hikaru said at the end, taking the other share of the sushi from Takaki’s plate to his own plate. “Yabu is sharing the sushi with me, not Takaki. Now grab yourself another sushi to share with him.”
It felt a little bit weird, but Takaki kind of liked this bunch of weirdoes.
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When Takaki invited Daiki to stay over at his place the other day, he didn’t think that he would feel nervous. There was nothing particular different from Daiki, nor was it his first time spending his free time with his boyfriend. The younger guy looked just like himself with his baggy pants, t-shirt, and hoodie; and besides, they did spend a weekend together in Thailand, so it was just really weird for him to feel nervous.
Yet he thought that he was kind of lucky. He wasn’t the type that talked much anyway, so maybe (just maybe), Daiki wouldn’t notice his nervousness. It had been about a whole hour of silence since the younger guy arrived. Daiki was sitting on the floor, facing the TV, with the X-box controller on his hands; while Takaki himself was sitting on the couch, doing pretty much nothing but staring at the little RPG game Daiki was playing.
“Ne, are you dead?” Daiki asked at the end, without moving his eyes from the TV screen.
“Nope. Still alive.”
“Then why are you so quiet?” this time, Daiki paused his game and turned his head to Takaki.
“Well, you seem to be busy with the game,” he lied.
“So?”
“So I shall just sit hear and do not disturb you at all,” he added.
Daiki’s face turned to the TV again, only to save game and shut the X-box off. Grabbing the TV remote control from the coffee table, Daiki stood up as he made his way to where Takaki was sitting. “That sounds so not like you. The Takaki that I know wouldn’t even bother what I do and just do stuff as he wants to,” Daiki chuckled, settling himself beside Takaki on the couch.
“Well, maybe you do not know me that well,” Takaki chuckled.
“Thank you for reminding me about that,” the younger guy mumbled as a reply.
That was enough to put the two of them into a whole minute of awkward silence. Takaki totally forgot that it wasn’t only him the one that didn’t know much about the other guy, apparently Daiki knew very little about him. He couldn’t blame any of them of course. This whole idea of dating Daiki for real wasn’t on his plan at all.
His whole life, Takaki never imagined that he would be famous, that he would have to be careful about what he did in public because paparazzi might take a random snap and put his career to an end with just one single mistake. Being famous, of course, made it hard for him to be open about his sexual preference. His parents knew about his “condition,” as well as his siblings; but they told him not to tell the rest of the world because it might make it hard for him to maintain his career.
“So, I know that you hate mayonnaise now. Any other stuff you hate? Or like?” he asked at the end, breaking the silence.
“Ehm. I don’t really like tomato,” Daiki replied. It was as if he was trying to make it less awkward for them, the younger guy finally made a full use of the TV remote control by setting the TV’s volume louder.
“Then? What about your favourite food?”
Takaki swore that a whack was all he got as an answer. Turning his head to the guy who was sitting beside him, Takaki pierced his eyes, unsure why he deserved being whacked. “What was that for?”
“Are you asking me all of these questions because of what happened yesterday?” Daiki retorted.
“Ha?”
“You know, because Inoo-chan was scolding you about the mayonnaise yesterday,” he added.
Maybe, Takaki said to himself. It struck him a little when Inoo pointed the fact that he knew nothing about Daiki. To be honest, it did make him feel like an asshole for a while there. Everything about Daiki and he started because he desperately wanted to find a girlfriend so that the press would stop asking him questions about his love life. All he wanted was a fake girlfriend; there was no intention of getting a lover for real. It gave him a major heart attack when he caught a shirtless Daiki in Arisa’s dressing room. He thought he was dreaming, and yet everything about it just matched perfectly. He could blackmail Daiki to become his “girlfriend” and he wouldn’t have to worry about any love rumour at all.
The part where he fell for the younger guy for real wasn’t on the plan. He never expected to like Daiki that way. Yes, maybe he did have a thing over boys cross dressing, but certainly not a tsundere kind of pretty boy. He always loved his lover to be cute, feminine, sensitive, or any other word that would scream the ultimate uke is in the house. But of course, there were times when he flailed all over the place when he met someone manly; a total gentleman that had an ultimate seme charisma in him. Someone that looked like, well, a real man. In short, he tended to fall for those who were categorised at the extreme edges.
Although Daiki was cute and he cross-dressed, Daiki was far from his dream lover. He played soccer, was short-tempered, loved playing games, and hated it when Takaki called him pretty. Although it was undeniably breath taking when Daiki just gave in each time Takaki kissed him. It was almost as if he was totally a different person. Tsundere would be the only word to describe him. And yeah, Daiki was stuck in the middle; he wasn’t in any of the categories mentioned before.
“You shouldn’t be too worked up about it. Don’t you think it would be better if you take your time getting to know me? I can just lie or make things up, so I think it’s best for you to notice my likes and dislikes instead of me telling you about it,” Daiki spoke up.
“Still. He has a point there.”
“Gosh,” Daiki rolled his eyes.
It might seem to be weird, but Takaki kind of liked it when Daiki acted all cranky or grumpy. It was kind of cute for him. There was this thing about Daiki’s facial expressions that never failed to amuse Takaki. Yeah, maybe the younger guy tended to act as if he was annoyed and such; but he never actually got mad for real. As far as Takaki was concerned, Daiki wouldn’t even actually feel annoyed. He might look surprised and tell him off, but that was all he did.
“Ne…” Daiki broke the silence.
“Ehm?”
“Let’s get to know each other better then…” he continued.
“But you said I should just take my time?”
Daiki bit his lower lip as he glanced up at Takaki. “Well, you don’t really have to take your time about this one.”
He wanted to ask Daiki what he meant by this one, yet he pretty much got what it meant when he felt Daiki’s lips against his. It wasn’t a quick peck like what Daiki always gave him; it was a gentle personal press against his lips. Takaki maybe tended to be the one that lead, but Daiki wasn’t passive either. When he wanted something, he would tell Takaki about it.
It didn’t take that long before a peck turned into a kiss, and a kiss turned a little deeper. God knew how, Takaki found his way to push Daiki down against the couch as he trapped him in between his knees. Maybe he didn’t know much about Daiki, but he knew this part of the younger boy well. He remembered every inch of the other’s mouth and exploring the warmth of it with his tongue wasn’t new to him. At least as for then, no one knew it better than he.
“Bed?” asked Daiki when Takaki pulled away for air. “It’s a bit cramped here.”
“Right,” he agreed as he got up.
Takaki quickly made his way to his room, leaving the door open for Daiki, and headed to the drawer beside his bed. His hand frisked the neat drawer as he tried to find things that they might need. “Shit,” he mumbled.
“What’s wrong?” Daiki hopped to the bed, tilting his head to the older guy.
“There’s a condom, but no lube.”
The two of them stared at each other for a while, as things got a little awkward. Daiki was giving him a really unamused look, and in less than a minute, walked from the room. “No, thank you then.”
“Dai-chan~,” whined Takaki as he followed his boyfriend.
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His cap was low, covering half of his face. His sunglasses were big enough to hide those single lidded eyes of his. He tried to dress as normal as possible because being caught buying a lubricant with Daiki would just create suspiciousness (being a little bit paranoid, really).
“Which one do you prefer?” asked Daiki as he stared at the convenience store’s shelves.
“I’m okay with anything,” Takaki replied. “Come on, Dai-chan. Faster. People are staring.”
“Regular water-based or flavoured one?” the younger guy didn’t seem to care about Takaki’s complaint and pierced his eyes at those gel bottles in front on him. “Wow, they have cherry flavour~.”
“Dai-chan!!” hissed Takaki, feeling really anxious about it.
Clicking his tongue, Daiki grabbed the cherry flavoured lubricant as he glared at Takaki. “Chill, damn ass. No one is staring. Stop being so paranoid,” he groaned softly and walked to the cashier.
“They are staring!”
“That’s because you’re wearing sunglasses when it’s dark outside,” Daiki rolled his eyes.
“I don’t want some random paparazzi take photo of me buying this thing with a guy!”
The younger guy ignored him again and just smiled at the cashier. For a second there, the cashier stared at them in wonder because no one was giving her any money even though she had scanned their purchase. Daiki nudged Takaki once he realised it, hinting him to pay for it. “Sorry about that. He’s just shy. He’s girlfriend is staying over for the very time and he’s a little bit nervous about it,” Daiki chuckled.
The cashier just giggled as she put the colourful bottle into a paper bag before giving it to Takaki instead of Daiki. “T-thanks…”
Takaki quickly dragged Daiki out because he could feel his cheeks blushing. Of course, Daiki ended up laughing at him non-stop as they walked back.
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He had no idea that the guy who was laughing at him on their way back, who always whacked him or threw tantrums at him, could look so obedient on that bed of his. Takaki had always knew that Daiki had a really cute awkward smile, but he never knew that those lips could look so alluring when the younger guy was biting his lower lip with eyes half-lidded.
It wasn’t bright because he turned off the light before they started, but the dim moonlight through the transparent curtain gently wrapped his lover’s figure, Daiki’s naked body. The younger boy’s fair skin looked beautiful, not to mention that expression he had on his face was close to perfect - that obedient look. That one look that Takaki rarely saw.
“Are you okay there?” he asked.
A soft mumbled “uhn” was heard from Daiki, and that one reply alone made Takaki’s heart beat faster. There was nothing feminine about the way Daiki replied him, yet it wasn’t manly either. It was so Daiki, and only he might be able to pull off such a tone. He smiled at the reply and leaned down again as he placed his lips against the curve of Daiki’s neck and shoulder, trailing soft kisses on his smooth skin.
He could feel the body beneath him arch as the owner gasped. A hand crawled its way to his hair, grabbing a lock hard as Takaki nibbled deeper. Daiki’s grip on his hair got a little painful, but Takaki didn’t mind. He didn’t mind simply because the way Daiki’s legs squirmed in between his thighs was provoking his most sensitive body part, and that was enough to distract him from the painful pull on his hair.
After claiming a quick invasion to Daiki’s mouth once he felt satisfied with his job on the latter’s neck, Takaki’s hand reached out for the newly bought lubricant that was just on the drawer beside the bed. His hand was just an inch away from the bottle when Daiki suddenly pulled him back. “Is it going to hurt?”
There was a moment of silence. Takaki could just lie and say that it wouldn’t, but Daiki wasn’t a three-year-old boy that would believe such lie. And yes, Takaki realised that by asking, Daiki was just showing him how much he knew it was going to hurt. He did tell him that it would be his first time, and it wasn’t such a surprise that Daiki looked a little reluctant when they were actually going to do it for real.
“Yeah. I’m not gonna lie about that,” he said.
“Can I give you a whack, or maybe a slap, if it hurts?”
“Errr… no.”
And Daiki actually pouted at Takaki’s answer. “Selfish,” he mumbled as he turned his head away, but letting go of Takaki.
The older boy smiled as he shook his head - amused. He quickly grabbed the bottle before Daiki decided to pull him back again and set himself comfortably on top of the younger guy. “I’ll be gentle~…” he chuckled as he gave Daiki a quick peck. Although the younger boy didn’t say anything, his face showed a “ha-ha-ha-yeah-right-you-will” expression.
When the “flick” sound of Takaki opening the bottle was heard, it was followed by Daiki gasping. Takaki couldn’t help but remembered the very first time he had it in the butt as well. It was definitely nerve-breaking, and he wouldn’t blame Daiki for being a little bit nervous. Well, he was actually just as worried because for him, it felt a little bit weird to actually make love before he knew Daiki well. It could either make him fall for the other guy more, or it would make him feel uneasy once they did it.
He pulled Daiki’s knees up as he spread them. With a finger coated with the transparent pink gel they just bought, he slowly teased the younger boy’s entrance before then poking it in gently. There was no voice heard from Daiki, but he could feel the body before him tense up. When he pushed in the second one, he could see how defenceless the other guy looked like right now. That was enough to make him reach out for Daiki and hug him with his free arm.
No one said anything. The room was filled with nothing but Daiki’s gasps and uneven breaths. Takaki wasn’t sure whether he was enjoying those low and soft wheezes because really, seeing Daiki being vulnerable like that set his heartbeat faster and made his blood rush through his veins rapidly. God knew why, but all he wanted was to make sure that he prepared the younger boy properly.
Lifting up his body when he was sure Daiki was relaxed enough, Takaki wrapped his length with the rubber and coated it with the lubricant. Maybe out of nervousness, the rock star ended up applying too much of it, making the surface slithery. It was somehow really easy to push in his tip and he almost went all the way in right away if that soft painful moan didn’t escape Daiki’s lips.
“Dai-chan?”
“I’m so going to whack you… I swear I’m so going to…whack you…” he mumbled, biting his lip. His eyes were lidded heavily and his neckline was tensed. Daiki looked as if he was about to cry when Takaki decided to put it all in. He was doing it slowly, gently, but the look at Daiki’s face made him start to think that maybe they shouldn’t be doing this at all.
But Daiki didn’t say anything. He didn’t resist nor did he cry for real. Maybe it was because of the bold and stubborn side of him, or maybe he was just really wanting it; either way, Takaki wasn’t sure whether he should continue or not. Testing the water, Takaki pulled back and pushed in gently. All he wanted to know was how Daiki would react to it. If things looked bad, he would stop.
Although there was no reaction on his first pound, the second one caused Daiki to wrap his hands around Takaki’s naked body; but still no resistance. He could feel Daiki’s nails digging into his flesh the more he pounded to that virgin hole. In fact, he almost decided to stop when he suddenly heard a very vague and breathless voice being whispered to his ear. He swore that Daiki was saying, “God, that feels… good.”
“Can I go faster?” he asked, knowing himself well that with such speed, it would take him ages to come.
“O-okay…”
And he lost it. He started slowly, but the grip by Daiki’s wall felt too good for him, causing him to actually move fast. He never popped up anyone’s cherry before and it felt godly amazing. He knew that by morning, his back would be full with Daiki’s nail marks; and when the younger boy bit his shoulder blade hard on that one harsh pound, he knew that the bruise would stay for at least a week.
Things were hazy and he couldn’t remember how he managed to flip Daiki over and ended up doing him from behind. The bite mark on his shoulder was painful but the soft moans from Daiki and the unguarded expression on his face kept him distracted from the pain.
Daiki wasn't exactly quiet, but he wasn’t loud either. It was something new for Takaki, especially because Daiki tended to show reaction with movement, not voice. He would burry his face to the pillow if Takaki was going too fast, his fingers would clutched to the bed sheet when Takaki hit the right spot, or he would gasp and hold his breath for seconds when he liked it. But the moment Daiki shifted and laid on his side with one hand wrapped on his arousal, stroking it in a rhythm similar to Takaki’s pound, Takaki knew that he was enjoying it, that the younger guy was drawn in their little intimate night just as much as he was.
The ring that gripped his shaft tightly suddenly tightened up and he could see clearly how hard Daiki was squeezing his eyes. There was nothing more beautiful that seeing Daiki releasing, splashing his own hand with that white and warm fluid. And nothing was more breath taking than when he heard Daiki moan out his name as he came. Yes, Takaki was really sure that he heard the younger guy whimper his name. Daiki came as he said “Yuya.”
And he knew at that instant, he fell for the younger guy for the second time. Hard.
He literally froze on the spot at the sight before him. His chest was painful and Daiki panting as he tried to catch his breath after a blissful release was so spine tingling. Then it hit him that he hadn’t had his release yet. As much as he wanted Daiki to enjoy his first time, he really wanted to come too because his length had been throbbing painfully inside Daiki, desperate for a release. And with that realisation, he continued where he left off.
For the first time that night, Daiki cursed. He cursed because Takaki didn’t give him enough time to fall back to the ground and decided to thrust in a lot faster than before. Every push was harder than the previous one, a lot needier. Takaki’s body felt hot and desperate, hating the rubber that made it hard for him to feel fully stimulated.
"W-w-w-hat are you doing?" Daiki’s eyes widened when Takaki lifted up his hip, gripping it harshly.
“I’m almost there. Hold on, okay,” he replied as he planted a kiss on Daiki’s shoulder.
“Hold o-on? How could I hold on when you--…”
Daiki couldn’t finish his sentence when Takaki literally rammed into him. His fingers clutched tightly onto the bed sheet and his mouth was opened, trying to catch his breath as his eyes fidgeted with every thrust. “S-shit… y-you… asshole…” he whimpered. But knowing this part of Daiki well, Takaki knew that those curses the younger guy was giving him didn’t mean that he hated them. It was just Daiki being in denial of how good it felt.
He grunted deeply and heavily when he finally came, thrusting into Daiki for a few last times. God, that felt amazing, he thought. But before he could sit back and catch his breath, a super duper hard whack landed nicely on his head. “That last one hurt, you dickhead!” Daiki shrieked at him. “Shit, I’m so going to walk limping tomorrow.”
“Sorry~,” Takaki grinned mischievously as he carefully took off the rubber.
“You didn’t even give me time to catch my breath!” he complained again.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized again, but not actually feeling guilty about it.
“And who gave you permission to position me on all fours?!” Daiki added.
“Geez, you just won’t shut up, will you?” the singer rolled his eyes.
Leaning forward, Takaki gave Daiki a kiss on the lips before then sucked on them gently. A small grin curved nicely on his face when he found Daiki blushing in front of him with just that one kiss alone. “I said, I’m sorry. Besides, you could always push me away. But, well, you didn’t,” he chuckled.
The younger guy quickly turned his body away to hide his reddened cheeks. “Well… it hurt, but it was good…” he reasoned out, only to make Takaki grin happily. Pulling his duvet up, Takaki lied down beside Daiki as he covered the two of them with that thick blanket. He wrapped his hand on Daiki’s waist, pulled the younger guy closer to him and rested his head on his chest.
“No biting next time…” Takaki mumbled before closing his eyes.
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It wasn’t the sun that woke him up. It wasn’t his alarm clock either. He was so sure that he didn’t set his alarm because he had nothing to do that Sunday. The morning sun also wasn’t something that would wake him up easily; but there he was, with eyes blinking and wide open as he stared at his ceiling. His mind was hazy and the cold winter morning made him feel really reluctant to even think.
Someone was ringing his apartment’s bell, he noticed finally. What time was it again, he thought as he lazily turned his head to the clock on the wall. He grunted in annoyance when he realised that it was only 8am in the morning. Who the hell came early Sunday morning to disturb his little sleep?
Takaki sighed. He unwrapped his arm from Daiki’s waist as he sat up, pushing away the duvet from his body. The younger guy was sleeping soundly and the ringing doorbell didn’t even make him twitch. Daiki wasn’t exactly someone that Takaki would call cute when sleeping, but he couldn’t help but think that he looked peaceful. It was as if nothing could actually disturb the younger guy’s sweet little dream. Or maybe it was just Daiki being such a dead penguin when he slept?
Grabbing his jeans and t-shirt from the floor, the pop-rock singer quickly got dressed and headed to the door. If it was Yabu, he swore he would strangle that manager of his for disturbing his Sunday morning. He thought he made it clear to Yabu that he didn’t want to be disturbed that weekend.
But apparently it wasn’t Yabu.
“Where’s Dai-chan?” surprisingly Inoo was standing before his front door. He wasn’t alone; Hikaru was just right behind him (although he looked really sleepy, as if he was reluctant to be there).
“Eh? How did you find my apartment?”
“That’s not the main concern now. Where’s Dai-chan? I know that he’s here,” Inoo barged into the apartment without even waiting for Takaki to let him in.
Without even bothering to take off his shoes, the fair-skinned guy quickly searched around the apartment to find Daiki. “I told him… that this is a really bad idea,” Hikaru finally spoke up as he yawned.
“Damn it, Takaki. Where is he? He’s gotta be here because he wasn’t at home when we went to his place. His mom said that he spent the night at his teammate’s house. And guess what?” Inoo turned his head to Takaki with his index finger pointed at the singer. “Unlike his mom, I didn’t buy his crap.”
Hikaru sighed as he threw himself on Takaki’s couch. It seemed that the goofy-faced guy wasn’t really amused with Inoo’s behaviour at all. Takaki himself was trying to understand why Inoo seemed to be really mad. Yes, he knew that Inoo had this thing about him and Daiki being together. Yes, he was aware that Inoo was pretty much being possessive about Daiki for God knew what reason. But he didn’t understand why it was such a problem if Daiki spent the night at his place. Daiki was his boyfriend, after all.
“He’s in my room. Now would you explain to me what the hell this commotion is all about?”
Inoo didn’t reply to Takaki; instead, he quickly went to Takaki’s room with a tense expression on his face. He found his colleague on Takaki’s bed, naked with the duvet covering half of his body, sleeping soundly as if it was his own bed. There was horror on Inoo’s face, and he looked awfully unhappy with what he saw. Storming his way back to Takaki, his eyes were piercing severely at the taller guy.
And a punch landed in Takaki’s face.
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I took so long to finish this, I know. ROFL. Sorry about the wait, but the smut part was just such a pain in the ass. It has been AGES since I wrote any smut and it actually drained my brain out.
And don't you just hate me for the cliffy? *runs*
Author: keeconk
Pairing: TaDaiki
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 5,027
Disclaimer: Arisa is mine~.
Summary: A life of a model is often seen as extravagant and glamour. But not many people know that a life of a model can be this epic and bizarre. What would happen if Arisa, an eighteen-years old fashion and make-up model, meet Takaki Yuya, the popular singer? The thing is, Arisa is just a stage name of a normal boy, named Arioka Daiki, who dresses up as a girl during photo shoots.
A.N.: AU setting. Cross dressing.
Beta'ed by: rinhriveiel.
( Chapter 1: An Epic start )
( Chapter 2: The Holiday )
( Chapter 3: Oops! )
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“No! No! No! NO!!”
Takaki smiled awkwardly after a hard whack landed nicely on his head. All this time, he thought Inoo Kei was a really gentle guy. He thought, Inoo Kei, just like any photo shoots of him in magazines, would be one hell of a gentle man. He worked with Inoo Kei once before. Not exactly for the same photo shoot, but they were in the same studio and he couldn’t help but notice how professional and calm that guy was. Oh yeah, it was the day he met Arisa.
Yet, reality said something totally different about it. He, of course, heard about how “dangerous” Inoo’s rage was. He heard a lot how Inoo could act so differently despite of that pretty face of his. Takaki heard a lot about how possessive Inoo was when it came to Daiki. Oh yeah, he heard it from Daiki so many times before. Hell, a lot of times.
“What did I do wrong?” Takaki asked, half mumbling.
“How could you choose something with mayonnaise? Mayonnaise?!?!”
“Well, karage sushi with seaweed and mayonnaise tastes superb,” Takaki reasoned out.
“Ha?! I can’t believe this!” Inoo’s upper lip twitched. “Do you know that Daiki hates mayonnaise?!”
“Erm… No…”
“And you call yourself his boyfriend?! You gotta be kidding me!!” Inoo groaned, followed by Hikaru trying to cover up his mouth and Daiki almost standing up to cross the table and shut Inoo up.
Takaki blinked at how fast Hikaru and Daiki reacted. It was definitely something new to him. After being caught making out with Daiki in one of the younger boy’s agency’s dressing room, Takaki had been dragged out to dinner or lunch for the past three days by Daiki. And most of the time, Hikaru and Inoo would be there. Daiki kept on telling him that unless Takaki came with him, Inoo might throw tantrums at him. According to Daiki, Inoo kept on telling the eighteen-year-old boy that Takaki was such a bad boyfriend for not having enough time for him; which Takaki thought was a little bit ridiculous because Daiki himself rarely had time for him.
All he did was take this karage sushi that has mayonnaise on top of it. Being the good boyfriend he was, Takaki asked Daiki whether the younger guy wanted to share the sushi with him. That was all he did. He knew nothing about Daiki disliking mayonnaise and he just couldn’t understand why on earth Inoo had to make such a big fuss over some small stuff. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t know everything about Daiki. Unlike Inoo, he only knew the other guy for about two months or three.
“Inoo-chan!!! People might hear you,” Daiki spoke up at the end.
“Well, he shouldn’t be here in the first place,” Inoo retorted.
“But you were the one that forced me to bring him for dinner!”
“I didn’t.”
“You did! You said, what kind of boyfriend he is, doesn’t have time to even go out with my friends and I for dinner!”
“I was just stating out some fact. I never literally forced you to bring him along,” Inoo scowled.
“But you were implying that he had to come!!”
Sighing, Hikaru shoved a piece of sushi roll to Inoo’s mouth before the latter managed to reply Daiki’s little complaint. All of it was too odd for Takaki. The way Inoo being so irritated by him just because he was Daiki’s boyfriend, the way Hikaru tried his best to limit Inoo’s rage in weird ways, or the way Daiki got all jumpy with anything that might expose his little secret (being Arisa, it was); all of those were really strange to him. It was full of the aura of, well, friendship. It almost felt as if he didn’t belong there.
It had a really familiar feeling. The feeling of uneasiness when let say he had to meet his girlfriend’s best friends or something. Something that was quite similar to an upset stomach due to weird questions that his girlfriend’s giggly and perky bunch of friends asked him. But of course, he never had a girlfriend before (a couple of boyfriends maybe), and the difference would be that his boyfriend’s best friends weren’t curious about him; they weren’t trying to know what he liked about Daiki or why he found the younger guy attractive. It was nothing like those typical boyfriend-meets-best friends gathering. It was far from that. In fact, Hikaru didn’t seem to care much, while Inoo obviously disliked him. Yet he believed that the uneasiness felt the same.
“You’re spacing out, Takaki,” Yabu spoke up, drawing his attention back to reality, and not to his food. It was amazing how someone so skinny could eat so much.
“Eh? Am I?”
“You’re so obvious,” the older boy chuckled. “Do you want that karage sushi? If not you can always give them to me. Don’t waste your food, Takaki.”
Laughing, he grabbed one of the sushi and placed it on Yabu’s plate. “You can have one of them. Apparently Dai-chan doesn’t like mayonnaise.”
“Eh?” Daiki interrupted their little talk.
“What?”
“You’re giving him that?! But I thought you wanted to share?” Daiki frowned at him.
“Well, Inoo said you don’t like mayonnaise.”
“He doesn’t,” Inoo stuck out his tongue to Takaki.
“I don’t. But still…” his little frown transformed into a pair of pierced eyes, staring at Takaki intensely. “You’ll be sharing your sushi with Yabu, not me.”
If it was a manga or something, Takaki was really sure that it would be one of those awkward moments where everyone turned into their chibi versions and there were three big dots as an illustrating remark on how weird, awkward, or just plain “ha?” the situation was.
“Okay, boyfriend. Not exactly the right time to feel jealous,” Hikaru said at the end, taking the other share of the sushi from Takaki’s plate to his own plate. “Yabu is sharing the sushi with me, not Takaki. Now grab yourself another sushi to share with him.”
It felt a little bit weird, but Takaki kind of liked this bunch of weirdoes.
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When Takaki invited Daiki to stay over at his place the other day, he didn’t think that he would feel nervous. There was nothing particular different from Daiki, nor was it his first time spending his free time with his boyfriend. The younger guy looked just like himself with his baggy pants, t-shirt, and hoodie; and besides, they did spend a weekend together in Thailand, so it was just really weird for him to feel nervous.
Yet he thought that he was kind of lucky. He wasn’t the type that talked much anyway, so maybe (just maybe), Daiki wouldn’t notice his nervousness. It had been about a whole hour of silence since the younger guy arrived. Daiki was sitting on the floor, facing the TV, with the X-box controller on his hands; while Takaki himself was sitting on the couch, doing pretty much nothing but staring at the little RPG game Daiki was playing.
“Ne, are you dead?” Daiki asked at the end, without moving his eyes from the TV screen.
“Nope. Still alive.”
“Then why are you so quiet?” this time, Daiki paused his game and turned his head to Takaki.
“Well, you seem to be busy with the game,” he lied.
“So?”
“So I shall just sit hear and do not disturb you at all,” he added.
Daiki’s face turned to the TV again, only to save game and shut the X-box off. Grabbing the TV remote control from the coffee table, Daiki stood up as he made his way to where Takaki was sitting. “That sounds so not like you. The Takaki that I know wouldn’t even bother what I do and just do stuff as he wants to,” Daiki chuckled, settling himself beside Takaki on the couch.
“Well, maybe you do not know me that well,” Takaki chuckled.
“Thank you for reminding me about that,” the younger guy mumbled as a reply.
That was enough to put the two of them into a whole minute of awkward silence. Takaki totally forgot that it wasn’t only him the one that didn’t know much about the other guy, apparently Daiki knew very little about him. He couldn’t blame any of them of course. This whole idea of dating Daiki for real wasn’t on his plan at all.
His whole life, Takaki never imagined that he would be famous, that he would have to be careful about what he did in public because paparazzi might take a random snap and put his career to an end with just one single mistake. Being famous, of course, made it hard for him to be open about his sexual preference. His parents knew about his “condition,” as well as his siblings; but they told him not to tell the rest of the world because it might make it hard for him to maintain his career.
“So, I know that you hate mayonnaise now. Any other stuff you hate? Or like?” he asked at the end, breaking the silence.
“Ehm. I don’t really like tomato,” Daiki replied. It was as if he was trying to make it less awkward for them, the younger guy finally made a full use of the TV remote control by setting the TV’s volume louder.
“Then? What about your favourite food?”
Takaki swore that a whack was all he got as an answer. Turning his head to the guy who was sitting beside him, Takaki pierced his eyes, unsure why he deserved being whacked. “What was that for?”
“Are you asking me all of these questions because of what happened yesterday?” Daiki retorted.
“Ha?”
“You know, because Inoo-chan was scolding you about the mayonnaise yesterday,” he added.
Maybe, Takaki said to himself. It struck him a little when Inoo pointed the fact that he knew nothing about Daiki. To be honest, it did make him feel like an asshole for a while there. Everything about Daiki and he started because he desperately wanted to find a girlfriend so that the press would stop asking him questions about his love life. All he wanted was a fake girlfriend; there was no intention of getting a lover for real. It gave him a major heart attack when he caught a shirtless Daiki in Arisa’s dressing room. He thought he was dreaming, and yet everything about it just matched perfectly. He could blackmail Daiki to become his “girlfriend” and he wouldn’t have to worry about any love rumour at all.
The part where he fell for the younger guy for real wasn’t on the plan. He never expected to like Daiki that way. Yes, maybe he did have a thing over boys cross dressing, but certainly not a tsundere kind of pretty boy. He always loved his lover to be cute, feminine, sensitive, or any other word that would scream the ultimate uke is in the house. But of course, there were times when he flailed all over the place when he met someone manly; a total gentleman that had an ultimate seme charisma in him. Someone that looked like, well, a real man. In short, he tended to fall for those who were categorised at the extreme edges.
Although Daiki was cute and he cross-dressed, Daiki was far from his dream lover. He played soccer, was short-tempered, loved playing games, and hated it when Takaki called him pretty. Although it was undeniably breath taking when Daiki just gave in each time Takaki kissed him. It was almost as if he was totally a different person. Tsundere would be the only word to describe him. And yeah, Daiki was stuck in the middle; he wasn’t in any of the categories mentioned before.
“You shouldn’t be too worked up about it. Don’t you think it would be better if you take your time getting to know me? I can just lie or make things up, so I think it’s best for you to notice my likes and dislikes instead of me telling you about it,” Daiki spoke up.
“Still. He has a point there.”
“Gosh,” Daiki rolled his eyes.
It might seem to be weird, but Takaki kind of liked it when Daiki acted all cranky or grumpy. It was kind of cute for him. There was this thing about Daiki’s facial expressions that never failed to amuse Takaki. Yeah, maybe the younger guy tended to act as if he was annoyed and such; but he never actually got mad for real. As far as Takaki was concerned, Daiki wouldn’t even actually feel annoyed. He might look surprised and tell him off, but that was all he did.
“Ne…” Daiki broke the silence.
“Ehm?”
“Let’s get to know each other better then…” he continued.
“But you said I should just take my time?”
Daiki bit his lower lip as he glanced up at Takaki. “Well, you don’t really have to take your time about this one.”
He wanted to ask Daiki what he meant by this one, yet he pretty much got what it meant when he felt Daiki’s lips against his. It wasn’t a quick peck like what Daiki always gave him; it was a gentle personal press against his lips. Takaki maybe tended to be the one that lead, but Daiki wasn’t passive either. When he wanted something, he would tell Takaki about it.
It didn’t take that long before a peck turned into a kiss, and a kiss turned a little deeper. God knew how, Takaki found his way to push Daiki down against the couch as he trapped him in between his knees. Maybe he didn’t know much about Daiki, but he knew this part of the younger boy well. He remembered every inch of the other’s mouth and exploring the warmth of it with his tongue wasn’t new to him. At least as for then, no one knew it better than he.
“Bed?” asked Daiki when Takaki pulled away for air. “It’s a bit cramped here.”
“Right,” he agreed as he got up.
Takaki quickly made his way to his room, leaving the door open for Daiki, and headed to the drawer beside his bed. His hand frisked the neat drawer as he tried to find things that they might need. “Shit,” he mumbled.
“What’s wrong?” Daiki hopped to the bed, tilting his head to the older guy.
“There’s a condom, but no lube.”
The two of them stared at each other for a while, as things got a little awkward. Daiki was giving him a really unamused look, and in less than a minute, walked from the room. “No, thank you then.”
“Dai-chan~,” whined Takaki as he followed his boyfriend.
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His cap was low, covering half of his face. His sunglasses were big enough to hide those single lidded eyes of his. He tried to dress as normal as possible because being caught buying a lubricant with Daiki would just create suspiciousness (being a little bit paranoid, really).
“Which one do you prefer?” asked Daiki as he stared at the convenience store’s shelves.
“I’m okay with anything,” Takaki replied. “Come on, Dai-chan. Faster. People are staring.”
“Regular water-based or flavoured one?” the younger guy didn’t seem to care about Takaki’s complaint and pierced his eyes at those gel bottles in front on him. “Wow, they have cherry flavour~.”
“Dai-chan!!” hissed Takaki, feeling really anxious about it.
Clicking his tongue, Daiki grabbed the cherry flavoured lubricant as he glared at Takaki. “Chill, damn ass. No one is staring. Stop being so paranoid,” he groaned softly and walked to the cashier.
“They are staring!”
“That’s because you’re wearing sunglasses when it’s dark outside,” Daiki rolled his eyes.
“I don’t want some random paparazzi take photo of me buying this thing with a guy!”
The younger guy ignored him again and just smiled at the cashier. For a second there, the cashier stared at them in wonder because no one was giving her any money even though she had scanned their purchase. Daiki nudged Takaki once he realised it, hinting him to pay for it. “Sorry about that. He’s just shy. He’s girlfriend is staying over for the very time and he’s a little bit nervous about it,” Daiki chuckled.
The cashier just giggled as she put the colourful bottle into a paper bag before giving it to Takaki instead of Daiki. “T-thanks…”
Takaki quickly dragged Daiki out because he could feel his cheeks blushing. Of course, Daiki ended up laughing at him non-stop as they walked back.
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He had no idea that the guy who was laughing at him on their way back, who always whacked him or threw tantrums at him, could look so obedient on that bed of his. Takaki had always knew that Daiki had a really cute awkward smile, but he never knew that those lips could look so alluring when the younger guy was biting his lower lip with eyes half-lidded.
It wasn’t bright because he turned off the light before they started, but the dim moonlight through the transparent curtain gently wrapped his lover’s figure, Daiki’s naked body. The younger boy’s fair skin looked beautiful, not to mention that expression he had on his face was close to perfect - that obedient look. That one look that Takaki rarely saw.
“Are you okay there?” he asked.
A soft mumbled “uhn” was heard from Daiki, and that one reply alone made Takaki’s heart beat faster. There was nothing feminine about the way Daiki replied him, yet it wasn’t manly either. It was so Daiki, and only he might be able to pull off such a tone. He smiled at the reply and leaned down again as he placed his lips against the curve of Daiki’s neck and shoulder, trailing soft kisses on his smooth skin.
He could feel the body beneath him arch as the owner gasped. A hand crawled its way to his hair, grabbing a lock hard as Takaki nibbled deeper. Daiki’s grip on his hair got a little painful, but Takaki didn’t mind. He didn’t mind simply because the way Daiki’s legs squirmed in between his thighs was provoking his most sensitive body part, and that was enough to distract him from the painful pull on his hair.
After claiming a quick invasion to Daiki’s mouth once he felt satisfied with his job on the latter’s neck, Takaki’s hand reached out for the newly bought lubricant that was just on the drawer beside the bed. His hand was just an inch away from the bottle when Daiki suddenly pulled him back. “Is it going to hurt?”
There was a moment of silence. Takaki could just lie and say that it wouldn’t, but Daiki wasn’t a three-year-old boy that would believe such lie. And yes, Takaki realised that by asking, Daiki was just showing him how much he knew it was going to hurt. He did tell him that it would be his first time, and it wasn’t such a surprise that Daiki looked a little reluctant when they were actually going to do it for real.
“Yeah. I’m not gonna lie about that,” he said.
“Can I give you a whack, or maybe a slap, if it hurts?”
“Errr… no.”
And Daiki actually pouted at Takaki’s answer. “Selfish,” he mumbled as he turned his head away, but letting go of Takaki.
The older boy smiled as he shook his head - amused. He quickly grabbed the bottle before Daiki decided to pull him back again and set himself comfortably on top of the younger guy. “I’ll be gentle~…” he chuckled as he gave Daiki a quick peck. Although the younger boy didn’t say anything, his face showed a “ha-ha-ha-yeah-right-you-will” expression.
When the “flick” sound of Takaki opening the bottle was heard, it was followed by Daiki gasping. Takaki couldn’t help but remembered the very first time he had it in the butt as well. It was definitely nerve-breaking, and he wouldn’t blame Daiki for being a little bit nervous. Well, he was actually just as worried because for him, it felt a little bit weird to actually make love before he knew Daiki well. It could either make him fall for the other guy more, or it would make him feel uneasy once they did it.
He pulled Daiki’s knees up as he spread them. With a finger coated with the transparent pink gel they just bought, he slowly teased the younger boy’s entrance before then poking it in gently. There was no voice heard from Daiki, but he could feel the body before him tense up. When he pushed in the second one, he could see how defenceless the other guy looked like right now. That was enough to make him reach out for Daiki and hug him with his free arm.
No one said anything. The room was filled with nothing but Daiki’s gasps and uneven breaths. Takaki wasn’t sure whether he was enjoying those low and soft wheezes because really, seeing Daiki being vulnerable like that set his heartbeat faster and made his blood rush through his veins rapidly. God knew why, but all he wanted was to make sure that he prepared the younger boy properly.
Lifting up his body when he was sure Daiki was relaxed enough, Takaki wrapped his length with the rubber and coated it with the lubricant. Maybe out of nervousness, the rock star ended up applying too much of it, making the surface slithery. It was somehow really easy to push in his tip and he almost went all the way in right away if that soft painful moan didn’t escape Daiki’s lips.
“Dai-chan?”
“I’m so going to whack you… I swear I’m so going to…whack you…” he mumbled, biting his lip. His eyes were lidded heavily and his neckline was tensed. Daiki looked as if he was about to cry when Takaki decided to put it all in. He was doing it slowly, gently, but the look at Daiki’s face made him start to think that maybe they shouldn’t be doing this at all.
But Daiki didn’t say anything. He didn’t resist nor did he cry for real. Maybe it was because of the bold and stubborn side of him, or maybe he was just really wanting it; either way, Takaki wasn’t sure whether he should continue or not. Testing the water, Takaki pulled back and pushed in gently. All he wanted to know was how Daiki would react to it. If things looked bad, he would stop.
Although there was no reaction on his first pound, the second one caused Daiki to wrap his hands around Takaki’s naked body; but still no resistance. He could feel Daiki’s nails digging into his flesh the more he pounded to that virgin hole. In fact, he almost decided to stop when he suddenly heard a very vague and breathless voice being whispered to his ear. He swore that Daiki was saying, “God, that feels… good.”
“Can I go faster?” he asked, knowing himself well that with such speed, it would take him ages to come.
“O-okay…”
And he lost it. He started slowly, but the grip by Daiki’s wall felt too good for him, causing him to actually move fast. He never popped up anyone’s cherry before and it felt godly amazing. He knew that by morning, his back would be full with Daiki’s nail marks; and when the younger boy bit his shoulder blade hard on that one harsh pound, he knew that the bruise would stay for at least a week.
Things were hazy and he couldn’t remember how he managed to flip Daiki over and ended up doing him from behind. The bite mark on his shoulder was painful but the soft moans from Daiki and the unguarded expression on his face kept him distracted from the pain.
Daiki wasn't exactly quiet, but he wasn’t loud either. It was something new for Takaki, especially because Daiki tended to show reaction with movement, not voice. He would burry his face to the pillow if Takaki was going too fast, his fingers would clutched to the bed sheet when Takaki hit the right spot, or he would gasp and hold his breath for seconds when he liked it. But the moment Daiki shifted and laid on his side with one hand wrapped on his arousal, stroking it in a rhythm similar to Takaki’s pound, Takaki knew that he was enjoying it, that the younger guy was drawn in their little intimate night just as much as he was.
The ring that gripped his shaft tightly suddenly tightened up and he could see clearly how hard Daiki was squeezing his eyes. There was nothing more beautiful that seeing Daiki releasing, splashing his own hand with that white and warm fluid. And nothing was more breath taking than when he heard Daiki moan out his name as he came. Yes, Takaki was really sure that he heard the younger guy whimper his name. Daiki came as he said “Yuya.”
And he knew at that instant, he fell for the younger guy for the second time. Hard.
He literally froze on the spot at the sight before him. His chest was painful and Daiki panting as he tried to catch his breath after a blissful release was so spine tingling. Then it hit him that he hadn’t had his release yet. As much as he wanted Daiki to enjoy his first time, he really wanted to come too because his length had been throbbing painfully inside Daiki, desperate for a release. And with that realisation, he continued where he left off.
For the first time that night, Daiki cursed. He cursed because Takaki didn’t give him enough time to fall back to the ground and decided to thrust in a lot faster than before. Every push was harder than the previous one, a lot needier. Takaki’s body felt hot and desperate, hating the rubber that made it hard for him to feel fully stimulated.
"W-w-w-hat are you doing?" Daiki’s eyes widened when Takaki lifted up his hip, gripping it harshly.
“I’m almost there. Hold on, okay,” he replied as he planted a kiss on Daiki’s shoulder.
“Hold o-on? How could I hold on when you--…”
Daiki couldn’t finish his sentence when Takaki literally rammed into him. His fingers clutched tightly onto the bed sheet and his mouth was opened, trying to catch his breath as his eyes fidgeted with every thrust. “S-shit… y-you… asshole…” he whimpered. But knowing this part of Daiki well, Takaki knew that those curses the younger guy was giving him didn’t mean that he hated them. It was just Daiki being in denial of how good it felt.
He grunted deeply and heavily when he finally came, thrusting into Daiki for a few last times. God, that felt amazing, he thought. But before he could sit back and catch his breath, a super duper hard whack landed nicely on his head. “That last one hurt, you dickhead!” Daiki shrieked at him. “Shit, I’m so going to walk limping tomorrow.”
“Sorry~,” Takaki grinned mischievously as he carefully took off the rubber.
“You didn’t even give me time to catch my breath!” he complained again.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized again, but not actually feeling guilty about it.
“And who gave you permission to position me on all fours?!” Daiki added.
“Geez, you just won’t shut up, will you?” the singer rolled his eyes.
Leaning forward, Takaki gave Daiki a kiss on the lips before then sucked on them gently. A small grin curved nicely on his face when he found Daiki blushing in front of him with just that one kiss alone. “I said, I’m sorry. Besides, you could always push me away. But, well, you didn’t,” he chuckled.
The younger guy quickly turned his body away to hide his reddened cheeks. “Well… it hurt, but it was good…” he reasoned out, only to make Takaki grin happily. Pulling his duvet up, Takaki lied down beside Daiki as he covered the two of them with that thick blanket. He wrapped his hand on Daiki’s waist, pulled the younger guy closer to him and rested his head on his chest.
“No biting next time…” Takaki mumbled before closing his eyes.
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It wasn’t the sun that woke him up. It wasn’t his alarm clock either. He was so sure that he didn’t set his alarm because he had nothing to do that Sunday. The morning sun also wasn’t something that would wake him up easily; but there he was, with eyes blinking and wide open as he stared at his ceiling. His mind was hazy and the cold winter morning made him feel really reluctant to even think.
Someone was ringing his apartment’s bell, he noticed finally. What time was it again, he thought as he lazily turned his head to the clock on the wall. He grunted in annoyance when he realised that it was only 8am in the morning. Who the hell came early Sunday morning to disturb his little sleep?
Takaki sighed. He unwrapped his arm from Daiki’s waist as he sat up, pushing away the duvet from his body. The younger guy was sleeping soundly and the ringing doorbell didn’t even make him twitch. Daiki wasn’t exactly someone that Takaki would call cute when sleeping, but he couldn’t help but think that he looked peaceful. It was as if nothing could actually disturb the younger guy’s sweet little dream. Or maybe it was just Daiki being such a dead penguin when he slept?
Grabbing his jeans and t-shirt from the floor, the pop-rock singer quickly got dressed and headed to the door. If it was Yabu, he swore he would strangle that manager of his for disturbing his Sunday morning. He thought he made it clear to Yabu that he didn’t want to be disturbed that weekend.
But apparently it wasn’t Yabu.
“Where’s Dai-chan?” surprisingly Inoo was standing before his front door. He wasn’t alone; Hikaru was just right behind him (although he looked really sleepy, as if he was reluctant to be there).
“Eh? How did you find my apartment?”
“That’s not the main concern now. Where’s Dai-chan? I know that he’s here,” Inoo barged into the apartment without even waiting for Takaki to let him in.
Without even bothering to take off his shoes, the fair-skinned guy quickly searched around the apartment to find Daiki. “I told him… that this is a really bad idea,” Hikaru finally spoke up as he yawned.
“Damn it, Takaki. Where is he? He’s gotta be here because he wasn’t at home when we went to his place. His mom said that he spent the night at his teammate’s house. And guess what?” Inoo turned his head to Takaki with his index finger pointed at the singer. “Unlike his mom, I didn’t buy his crap.”
Hikaru sighed as he threw himself on Takaki’s couch. It seemed that the goofy-faced guy wasn’t really amused with Inoo’s behaviour at all. Takaki himself was trying to understand why Inoo seemed to be really mad. Yes, he knew that Inoo had this thing about him and Daiki being together. Yes, he was aware that Inoo was pretty much being possessive about Daiki for God knew what reason. But he didn’t understand why it was such a problem if Daiki spent the night at his place. Daiki was his boyfriend, after all.
“He’s in my room. Now would you explain to me what the hell this commotion is all about?”
Inoo didn’t reply to Takaki; instead, he quickly went to Takaki’s room with a tense expression on his face. He found his colleague on Takaki’s bed, naked with the duvet covering half of his body, sleeping soundly as if it was his own bed. There was horror on Inoo’s face, and he looked awfully unhappy with what he saw. Storming his way back to Takaki, his eyes were piercing severely at the taller guy.
And a punch landed in Takaki’s face.
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I took so long to finish this, I know. ROFL. Sorry about the wait, but the smut part was just such a pain in the ass. It has been AGES since I wrote any smut and it actually drained my brain out.
And don't you just hate me for the cliffy? *runs*