Sweet Victory
Title: Sweet Victory
Pairing: ShinTaku
Rating:PG
Disclaimer: Don't own the boys, just the story :) and sorry for the errors >_<
“Otsukaresama deshita!” echoed throughout the studio in various tempo .
At last, the year’s 27 hours live broadcast is over and though everyone is clamoring for at least a little shut-eye, the studio still felt lively as people hugged, chat, and take pictures.
“SMAP-san.” A staff rushed to them.
“Please proceed to the next studio for your press conference. We will start in thirty minutes.”
The members just nodded. They were supposed to do the press con the next day but there had been a schedule change, thus making their 27 hours seem to reach thirty.
“Shingo wa?” Nakai asked, looking around.
“He’s just here a while ago…” Tsuyoshi said matter-of-factly.
“I’ll get him.” Kimura hissed, irritated that their youngest member decided to vanish just as they were entering the final stage of their now 30 hr work schedule.
Squeezing his way through crowded corridors, peeking into open dressing rooms, and questioning almost everyone, he finally found the man.
“Katori-san’s in there, but he’s as---“ Kimura didn’t wait for the staff to finish but instead barged into the dressing room.
“Oi!” he blurted out, his temper getting the better of him.
But this irritation immediately gave way to sympathy as he saw Shingo asleep on the couch. Saying that the man had been through a lot the past 27 hours seemed an understatement. If any one of SMAP, or either among the participants of the live broadcast was dead tired, it would be Shingo. Kimura heaved a deep breath and decided to give the kid a little break.
‘I’ll just tell them we ran into a bunch of ninja and samurai on our way back. I’m sure they’ll fall for it. After all, it’s Shingo we’re talking about’ Kimura grinned as he settled himself at the end of the couch.
‘Huh, what’s this?’ he thought as his shoe brushed over glass.
‘Geezzz…’
~o0o~
Unknown to Kimura, Shingo was already awake and was just feigning sleep. The moment the dressing room door banged open Shingo knew: Neither the gentle Tsuyopon nor sophisticated Goro can manage such brute force, and even though Nakai is capable of such, he would still give off his usual Nakai aura. But no, the only one who can pull off such a feat is Kimura Takuya. A really scary and super pissed off Kimura Takuya. And so he decided to wait and test the feel of the situation.
Even with his eyes closed he knew that the older member had calmed down. He could almost feel the intense aura dissolve.
‘To think I’m not even doing anything.’ he suppressed a giggle at the thought.
Grateful to have Kimura’s implied permission to continue his slumber, Shingo prepared to doze off again, until he heard the glass sound.
“HEY!!!” He shouted, sitting up almost instantly.
~o0o~
“You surprised me you idiot,” Kimura said, giving the other a good whack in the head.
“That’s mine! I want it” Shingo pouted, reaching to grab the plate from Kimura’s hand.
“Then why is it on the floor?” Kimura raised an eyebrow.
“I was eating that and decided to lie down a little so I placed the plate on the floor. Like there is somewhere to put it.--The make-up table is too far.” Shingo added the last sentence hastily as he saw Kimura eyeing the dresser.
“Like I said, when I ate that I feel sleepy…” the younger member whined, pointing at the unfinished Katsuchika. Kimura just rolled his eyes and took a spoonful from the mango-filled one.
“Heeeeeeyyyyy”
“It’s good.” Kimura commented while chewing and enjoying Shingo’s envious look.
“It’s too sweet.” Katori shot back, knowing Kimura chef could never go against the Master Dessert Maker. Kimura turned to him and they both laughed.
“Why don’t you rest a bit? You must be very tired now.”
“You did a good job. The whole 27 hour TV I mean” Kimura added.
The comment came unexpectedly and Shingo had to stare at Kimura and blink a couple of times as he digested the words. Kimura was complimenting him… A grin started to spread on his face.
“Gimme that!” he whined again, reaching for the plate. Takuya shook his head and gave in.
“Gomen ne…” The younger member said suddenly.
“Huh?”
“Bistro. I really liked this…” Katori muttered.
“It’s nothing, really.” The older shrugged. Shingo was about to speak when his phone rang.
“Nakai-kun?”
Kimura watched as Shingo talked to their leader. The little boy had worked really hard in the past 27 hours. Another meeting seemed inhumane already. Shingo walked to the dresser and placed the now empty plate of sweet on top of it, while still listening to whatever it was their leader was saying. As he eyed the plate, a playful thought crossed his mind.
~o0o~
As much as Shingo wanted to continue eating the katsuchika and spend a few more minutes with Kimura, it appears that neither is possible. He had already finished the sweet as he was conversing with Nakai about the meeting.
“Yes we’re here. No, give us a few minutes and we’ll catch up.” Shingo said.
“Sorry Shingo, if it were me, I would’ve cancelled this t but it’s not our call. Just hang on for about an hour.” Nakai’s voice softened.
“If the meeting exceeds that I’ll kick them right out of the room.” Leader added, making Shingo laugh.
He was still laughing when he felt a hand on his shoulder. The hand roughly turned him around and even before the blur that was Kimura became visible, Shingo’s brain already was busy processing how the events happened.
~o0o~
Kimura grinned sheepishly, then laughed when he saw Shingo’s surprised reaction.
“Yes. I really think I made it too sweet.” Kimura commented
“What? Let’s go, they’re already waiting for us”. He ruffled the younger one’s hair then walked out of the dressing room.
~o0o~
Shingo was still blinking as Kimura ruffled his hair. The last thing he remembered was laughing about Nakai’s comment, feeling a strong hand grip him and turn him around and then… Shingo blinked… He was sure it really happened, that he felt Takuya’s lips press onto his, and that after the kiss, Kimura Takuya looked him in the eye, those perfect shaped eyes sparkling as the perfect lips uttered the words: “Omedetou gozaimasu”.
“What was that for?” Shingo asked.
Kimura doubled back and Shingo had to unconsciously take a few steps backward as Kimura had this predatory look on his face as he approached him. Finally Kimura stopped, and with their faces only inches apart said:
“I didn’t get the chance during Bistro so I thought I’d do it now. That was your victory kiss for completing the 27 hr tv”
Beep beep
The tension broke when Shingo’s phone announced a message. While reading it, he started laughing then held up his phone for Kimura to see.
Tell Kimura that if he plans on molesting you, he should make sure no one’s on the other line.
Nakai’s message ran thus. Kimura just rolled his eyes. Shingo laughed then pulled Kimura for another kiss. The two ended up at the couch again, this time with Kimura pinned down by Shingo.
“I don’t think I’ll be satisfied with just a kiss.” He whispered in Kimura’s ear then proceeded to nibble on the earlobe..
“You never were.” Came the halting reply while Kimura tried to control himself as Shingo’s hand playfully wandered over his inner thigh.
The hand moved up and slightly brushed over Kimura’s still clothed crotch, making the other one raise his hips. With a smirk, his hands moved to the zipper of Kimura’s pants to slowly pull it down and while letting a finger slide into the opening crack and glide through the length of his shaft. His fingers grasp the device and prepared to pull-
Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep
Had it been only a single message, the two would have ignored it, but the seemingly unending set of beeps dragged them back to reality and away from each other. Upon checking, bother their phones, they found out that the messages were from their great leader.
“Come on, let’s go. Nakai’s serious.” Kimura chuckled, standing up and straightening his clothes.
“Pretty serious to be able to do something like that.” Shingo laughed and scrolled over the total of ten messages, each only bearing a few words.
“Get.
Your asses.
Here first.
Before.
You start.
What I think.
You’re starting.
Wherever.
You.
Are.”
~E N D~
Pairing: ShinTaku
Rating:PG
Disclaimer: Don't own the boys, just the story :) and sorry for the errors >_<
“Otsukaresama deshita!” echoed throughout the studio in various tempo .
At last, the year’s 27 hours live broadcast is over and though everyone is clamoring for at least a little shut-eye, the studio still felt lively as people hugged, chat, and take pictures.
“SMAP-san.” A staff rushed to them.
“Please proceed to the next studio for your press conference. We will start in thirty minutes.”
The members just nodded. They were supposed to do the press con the next day but there had been a schedule change, thus making their 27 hours seem to reach thirty.
“Shingo wa?” Nakai asked, looking around.
“He’s just here a while ago…” Tsuyoshi said matter-of-factly.
“I’ll get him.” Kimura hissed, irritated that their youngest member decided to vanish just as they were entering the final stage of their now 30 hr work schedule.
Squeezing his way through crowded corridors, peeking into open dressing rooms, and questioning almost everyone, he finally found the man.
“Katori-san’s in there, but he’s as---“ Kimura didn’t wait for the staff to finish but instead barged into the dressing room.
“Oi!” he blurted out, his temper getting the better of him.
But this irritation immediately gave way to sympathy as he saw Shingo asleep on the couch. Saying that the man had been through a lot the past 27 hours seemed an understatement. If any one of SMAP, or either among the participants of the live broadcast was dead tired, it would be Shingo. Kimura heaved a deep breath and decided to give the kid a little break.
‘I’ll just tell them we ran into a bunch of ninja and samurai on our way back. I’m sure they’ll fall for it. After all, it’s Shingo we’re talking about’ Kimura grinned as he settled himself at the end of the couch.
‘Huh, what’s this?’ he thought as his shoe brushed over glass.
‘Geezzz…’
~o0o~
Unknown to Kimura, Shingo was already awake and was just feigning sleep. The moment the dressing room door banged open Shingo knew: Neither the gentle Tsuyopon nor sophisticated Goro can manage such brute force, and even though Nakai is capable of such, he would still give off his usual Nakai aura. But no, the only one who can pull off such a feat is Kimura Takuya. A really scary and super pissed off Kimura Takuya. And so he decided to wait and test the feel of the situation.
Even with his eyes closed he knew that the older member had calmed down. He could almost feel the intense aura dissolve.
‘To think I’m not even doing anything.’ he suppressed a giggle at the thought.
Grateful to have Kimura’s implied permission to continue his slumber, Shingo prepared to doze off again, until he heard the glass sound.
“HEY!!!” He shouted, sitting up almost instantly.
~o0o~
“You surprised me you idiot,” Kimura said, giving the other a good whack in the head.
“That’s mine! I want it” Shingo pouted, reaching to grab the plate from Kimura’s hand.
“Then why is it on the floor?” Kimura raised an eyebrow.
“I was eating that and decided to lie down a little so I placed the plate on the floor. Like there is somewhere to put it.--The make-up table is too far.” Shingo added the last sentence hastily as he saw Kimura eyeing the dresser.
“Like I said, when I ate that I feel sleepy…” the younger member whined, pointing at the unfinished Katsuchika. Kimura just rolled his eyes and took a spoonful from the mango-filled one.
“Heeeeeeyyyyy”
“It’s good.” Kimura commented while chewing and enjoying Shingo’s envious look.
“It’s too sweet.” Katori shot back, knowing Kimura chef could never go against the Master Dessert Maker. Kimura turned to him and they both laughed.
“Why don’t you rest a bit? You must be very tired now.”
“You did a good job. The whole 27 hour TV I mean” Kimura added.
The comment came unexpectedly and Shingo had to stare at Kimura and blink a couple of times as he digested the words. Kimura was complimenting him… A grin started to spread on his face.
“Gimme that!” he whined again, reaching for the plate. Takuya shook his head and gave in.
“Gomen ne…” The younger member said suddenly.
“Huh?”
“Bistro. I really liked this…” Katori muttered.
“It’s nothing, really.” The older shrugged. Shingo was about to speak when his phone rang.
“Nakai-kun?”
Kimura watched as Shingo talked to their leader. The little boy had worked really hard in the past 27 hours. Another meeting seemed inhumane already. Shingo walked to the dresser and placed the now empty plate of sweet on top of it, while still listening to whatever it was their leader was saying. As he eyed the plate, a playful thought crossed his mind.
~o0o~
As much as Shingo wanted to continue eating the katsuchika and spend a few more minutes with Kimura, it appears that neither is possible. He had already finished the sweet as he was conversing with Nakai about the meeting.
“Yes we’re here. No, give us a few minutes and we’ll catch up.” Shingo said.
“Sorry Shingo, if it were me, I would’ve cancelled this t but it’s not our call. Just hang on for about an hour.” Nakai’s voice softened.
“If the meeting exceeds that I’ll kick them right out of the room.” Leader added, making Shingo laugh.
He was still laughing when he felt a hand on his shoulder. The hand roughly turned him around and even before the blur that was Kimura became visible, Shingo’s brain already was busy processing how the events happened.
~o0o~
Kimura grinned sheepishly, then laughed when he saw Shingo’s surprised reaction.
“Yes. I really think I made it too sweet.” Kimura commented
“What? Let’s go, they’re already waiting for us”. He ruffled the younger one’s hair then walked out of the dressing room.
~o0o~
Shingo was still blinking as Kimura ruffled his hair. The last thing he remembered was laughing about Nakai’s comment, feeling a strong hand grip him and turn him around and then… Shingo blinked… He was sure it really happened, that he felt Takuya’s lips press onto his, and that after the kiss, Kimura Takuya looked him in the eye, those perfect shaped eyes sparkling as the perfect lips uttered the words: “Omedetou gozaimasu”.
“What was that for?” Shingo asked.
Kimura doubled back and Shingo had to unconsciously take a few steps backward as Kimura had this predatory look on his face as he approached him. Finally Kimura stopped, and with their faces only inches apart said:
“I didn’t get the chance during Bistro so I thought I’d do it now. That was your victory kiss for completing the 27 hr tv”
Beep beep
The tension broke when Shingo’s phone announced a message. While reading it, he started laughing then held up his phone for Kimura to see.
Tell Kimura that if he plans on molesting you, he should make sure no one’s on the other line.
Nakai’s message ran thus. Kimura just rolled his eyes. Shingo laughed then pulled Kimura for another kiss. The two ended up at the couch again, this time with Kimura pinned down by Shingo.
“I don’t think I’ll be satisfied with just a kiss.” He whispered in Kimura’s ear then proceeded to nibble on the earlobe..
“You never were.” Came the halting reply while Kimura tried to control himself as Shingo’s hand playfully wandered over his inner thigh.
The hand moved up and slightly brushed over Kimura’s still clothed crotch, making the other one raise his hips. With a smirk, his hands moved to the zipper of Kimura’s pants to slowly pull it down and while letting a finger slide into the opening crack and glide through the length of his shaft. His fingers grasp the device and prepared to pull-
Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep
Had it been only a single message, the two would have ignored it, but the seemingly unending set of beeps dragged them back to reality and away from each other. Upon checking, bother their phones, they found out that the messages were from their great leader.
“Come on, let’s go. Nakai’s serious.” Kimura chuckled, standing up and straightening his clothes.
“Pretty serious to be able to do something like that.” Shingo laughed and scrolled over the total of ten messages, each only bearing a few words.
“Get.
Your asses.
Here first.
Before.
You start.
What I think.
You’re starting.
Wherever.
You.
Are.”
~E N D~