The S of Secret
Title: The S of Secret
Rating: G
Group/Pairing: Massu-gen
Warnings/Genre (ie mpreg, kinks, etc): none
Notes: beta read by frostbittenlove ♥
Link to Original Story: On the tequila
Link to Original Writer: ungalad
Massu has always been a bad drinker. Well, he’s not exactly the one who will cry in despair all of a sudden, or burst into laughter on a bad situation. He won't even kiss anyone randomly (and please, we know that some really do that when they're drunk, forgetting their shame the next morning), or strip even worse.
In fact, he is generally acting good, compared to most drunk people. Yes, his vision is still one, not double or triple, his nose hasn't moved from its original position, nor has he lost the chubbiness his cheeks have kept for years. Maybe, just maybe, it will be much better if he did, so he needn’t have to worry about the after effects and can easily pretend as if he has never said anything. However lady luck refused to be on his side.
For one thing, he tends to let a few things slip of his mouth. One glass, two, a few glasses are enough to make him chattier than usual. Massu knows well that he had been so bad, yeah a real bad boy. Four secrets - he shivers whenever the thought pops up, fully understanding that it has indeed happened, undoubtedly, even he couldn’t deny it. Not just one, but four. Of all people, luckily, or maybe unluckily, it was always Tegoshi who accompanies him. Worst is, none belongs to him. Repeat: NONE IS HIS SECRET. Well, maybe it’s actually his secret as well, but letting someone else know something which is supposed to be private is definitely not a good thing to do.
Now, now, Massu shivers even more, he feels his back stiffen as well. What will happen if they know? Honestly, he doesn’t know. Massu can perfectly imagine how Yamashita will act coolly, despite his anger. Yes, he knows well that the leader has an image to keep and that will save his neck from Yamashita’s wrath at the very least. Koyama, their mama, will easily forgive him, even though there are actually nothing to forgive. Still, Koyama will soon forget that Massu has ever leaked the story so it isn’t a big deal. Shige might give more reaction, given that he’s actually shy compared to the rest. Massu can already imagine his lecture, oh our dear lawyer here won’t let the chance slip away. He will definitely make sure that Massu will promise that such a word will never ever be told again in the future. Though Massu should say that nothing grave has been told about Shige, nevertheless it’s still Shige, so whatever. But Ry- Nishikido. Oh my, the look of horror soon appears in his feature. As much as Massu tries to reason his mistake, he realizes that it is…grave.
So now, sitting inside Tegoshi’s apartment - his room to be precise -, he sweeps around nervously. Massu doesn’t really know what brings him here. Not only once or twice, but four times has he spent his time drinking with Tegoshi, and now it will be five. As a responsible adult, Massu understands well that the same mistake might be repeated again. However he couldn’t find the force to refuse Tegoshi’s sweet invitation. No, not Tegoshi. He couldn’t afford having his partner sulking, the youngest member. Imagine the damage that might happen, no, he knows better than to displease Tegoshi.
The lack of proper utensils - Tegoshi said - leads them into using plastic cups. If only he could use his mind better, he would refrain from drinking. The third shot, he noted, and thankfully his mind is still working properly. Grinning, he turns to Tegoshi, feeling the cool air brushing against his skin. Hmm…
“Your room is nice, I like it.” He somehow blurts.
Tegoshi, however, seems to be engaged in another thought. Funnily, he looks quite awkward for him, though he manages to cover it up fast. “Thanks, and I like Massu.” O-ho, is that a tiny shade of pink, or maybe bigger? Wait, his vision starts blurring, but another cup supposedly wouldn't hurt, right?
So Massu shakes his head once before finishing another shot, shots, rather giggling. Normally it was supposed to be an awkward situation, but it somewhat appears differently for Massu. Somehow he feels so happy, extremely he might say, and the drink keeps on flowing like mad. It tastes rather bitter and strong of course, but he couldn’t keep his hand away from it. Whatever.
“Your air conditioner feels so nice.” He adds when the air once again brushes against his skin. It feels too nice and maybe he should buy himself one. It gets hotter in Tokyo during summer and oh, this could be his saviour.
“You should buy one for you.” Tegoshi pops the thought. Yeah, maybe he should, he should…
Laughing, Massu sipped on his drink before smiling widely. “This tastes good.”
“It is.” Tegoshi replies while drinking from his own cup.
“And drinking with Tegoshi is on the top of the Things That I Like List.” He blurts. Maybe Tegoshi reacts, or maybe not, he couldn’t see clearly. “Especially when I can spill my secrets to you. You never tell anyone! Have you forgotten it?” No, not that one. no, no…
For a moment, Tegoshi says nothing. Well, Massu stares at him concernedly, waiting for any favourable response, hopefully. “It’s fun actually. But I could live even without knowing your secrets of…” he coughs, “…sleeping with our members.”
Massu’s brow raises. “Not with all,” he pouts while Tegoshi just giggles. At that instant, Massu takes another sip of his drink, then he shoves the glass away. “And I still have more secrets. I can tell you more of course.”
Much to his dismay (or maybe much to his delight, supposedly), Tegoshi shakes his head. “I think I’ll pass this time.”
“Why, Tegoshi. You’re no fun.” He pouts though a moment later an idea pops up. While grinning, Massu leans forward, his mouth only a few centimeters away from Tegoshi’s neck and ear. Funnily, Tegoshi giggles, and leans backward, keeping a distance maybe.
“Don’t move!” he orders. “It’s a secret, right? So I should whisper it to you.”Tegoshi stops, out of curiosity, so Massu eventually finds himself leaning closer, mouth opening slowly to say the words:
I’m not wearing underwear.
He giggles when he retreats. Tegoshi stares.
For the first time, Massu might not have to fear the others’ wrath. At least, he wouldn't spill their secrets anymore.
Maybe.
Author's Note: Lame, I know >.>
Rating: G
Group/Pairing: Massu-gen
Warnings/Genre (ie mpreg, kinks, etc): none
Notes: beta read by frostbittenlove ♥
Link to Original Story: On the tequila
Link to Original Writer: ungalad
Massu has always been a bad drinker. Well, he’s not exactly the one who will cry in despair all of a sudden, or burst into laughter on a bad situation. He won't even kiss anyone randomly (and please, we know that some really do that when they're drunk, forgetting their shame the next morning), or strip even worse.
In fact, he is generally acting good, compared to most drunk people. Yes, his vision is still one, not double or triple, his nose hasn't moved from its original position, nor has he lost the chubbiness his cheeks have kept for years. Maybe, just maybe, it will be much better if he did, so he needn’t have to worry about the after effects and can easily pretend as if he has never said anything. However lady luck refused to be on his side.
For one thing, he tends to let a few things slip of his mouth. One glass, two, a few glasses are enough to make him chattier than usual. Massu knows well that he had been so bad, yeah a real bad boy. Four secrets - he shivers whenever the thought pops up, fully understanding that it has indeed happened, undoubtedly, even he couldn’t deny it. Not just one, but four. Of all people, luckily, or maybe unluckily, it was always Tegoshi who accompanies him. Worst is, none belongs to him. Repeat: NONE IS HIS SECRET. Well, maybe it’s actually his secret as well, but letting someone else know something which is supposed to be private is definitely not a good thing to do.
Now, now, Massu shivers even more, he feels his back stiffen as well. What will happen if they know? Honestly, he doesn’t know. Massu can perfectly imagine how Yamashita will act coolly, despite his anger. Yes, he knows well that the leader has an image to keep and that will save his neck from Yamashita’s wrath at the very least. Koyama, their mama, will easily forgive him, even though there are actually nothing to forgive. Still, Koyama will soon forget that Massu has ever leaked the story so it isn’t a big deal. Shige might give more reaction, given that he’s actually shy compared to the rest. Massu can already imagine his lecture, oh our dear lawyer here won’t let the chance slip away. He will definitely make sure that Massu will promise that such a word will never ever be told again in the future. Though Massu should say that nothing grave has been told about Shige, nevertheless it’s still Shige, so whatever. But Ry- Nishikido. Oh my, the look of horror soon appears in his feature. As much as Massu tries to reason his mistake, he realizes that it is…grave.
So now, sitting inside Tegoshi’s apartment - his room to be precise -, he sweeps around nervously. Massu doesn’t really know what brings him here. Not only once or twice, but four times has he spent his time drinking with Tegoshi, and now it will be five. As a responsible adult, Massu understands well that the same mistake might be repeated again. However he couldn’t find the force to refuse Tegoshi’s sweet invitation. No, not Tegoshi. He couldn’t afford having his partner sulking, the youngest member. Imagine the damage that might happen, no, he knows better than to displease Tegoshi.
The lack of proper utensils - Tegoshi said - leads them into using plastic cups. If only he could use his mind better, he would refrain from drinking. The third shot, he noted, and thankfully his mind is still working properly. Grinning, he turns to Tegoshi, feeling the cool air brushing against his skin. Hmm…
“Your room is nice, I like it.” He somehow blurts.
Tegoshi, however, seems to be engaged in another thought. Funnily, he looks quite awkward for him, though he manages to cover it up fast. “Thanks, and I like Massu.” O-ho, is that a tiny shade of pink, or maybe bigger? Wait, his vision starts blurring, but another cup supposedly wouldn't hurt, right?
So Massu shakes his head once before finishing another shot, shots, rather giggling. Normally it was supposed to be an awkward situation, but it somewhat appears differently for Massu. Somehow he feels so happy, extremely he might say, and the drink keeps on flowing like mad. It tastes rather bitter and strong of course, but he couldn’t keep his hand away from it. Whatever.
“Your air conditioner feels so nice.” He adds when the air once again brushes against his skin. It feels too nice and maybe he should buy himself one. It gets hotter in Tokyo during summer and oh, this could be his saviour.
“You should buy one for you.” Tegoshi pops the thought. Yeah, maybe he should, he should…
Laughing, Massu sipped on his drink before smiling widely. “This tastes good.”
“It is.” Tegoshi replies while drinking from his own cup.
“And drinking with Tegoshi is on the top of the Things That I Like List.” He blurts. Maybe Tegoshi reacts, or maybe not, he couldn’t see clearly. “Especially when I can spill my secrets to you. You never tell anyone! Have you forgotten it?” No, not that one. no, no…
For a moment, Tegoshi says nothing. Well, Massu stares at him concernedly, waiting for any favourable response, hopefully. “It’s fun actually. But I could live even without knowing your secrets of…” he coughs, “…sleeping with our members.”
Massu’s brow raises. “Not with all,” he pouts while Tegoshi just giggles. At that instant, Massu takes another sip of his drink, then he shoves the glass away. “And I still have more secrets. I can tell you more of course.”
Much to his dismay (or maybe much to his delight, supposedly), Tegoshi shakes his head. “I think I’ll pass this time.”
“Why, Tegoshi. You’re no fun.” He pouts though a moment later an idea pops up. While grinning, Massu leans forward, his mouth only a few centimeters away from Tegoshi’s neck and ear. Funnily, Tegoshi giggles, and leans backward, keeping a distance maybe.
“Don’t move!” he orders. “It’s a secret, right? So I should whisper it to you.”Tegoshi stops, out of curiosity, so Massu eventually finds himself leaning closer, mouth opening slowly to say the words:
I’m not wearing underwear.
He giggles when he retreats. Tegoshi stares.
For the first time, Massu might not have to fear the others’ wrath. At least, he wouldn't spill their secrets anymore.
Maybe.
Author's Note: Lame, I know >.>