[Fic] The Pretty (Oneshot)
Title: The Pretty
Fandom: 49
Pairing: Mochida Jun/Masuyama Kaito (Morita Myuto/Shimekake Ryuya)
Summary: They're pretty on stage, but there's only one who really matters.
A/N: I blame Shime and the Traja make-up video on youtube.
The Pretty
“You’re staring.”
Kaito’s voice is soft but a little impatient, probably because Jun has stopped getting ready, still only wearing one of the knee-high socks of theirs. At least he’s done with everything else. Kaito hasn’t even turned his head towards him, keeps fidgeting with the long strands of his wig, just some last styling touches until he puts the hat on.
Jun shrugs and leans down to roll his sock up, before he picks the other one up. “You’re taking too long with the hair and the makeup, that’s why.” He comments, doesn’t blink back to him again after being called out, because he was indeed staring, and it’s not the first time, and maybe Kaito has finally picked up on it. The boy hums, a little mockingly, leans over to pick his hat.
“You’re gonna be late, you idiot. And I’m gonna do whatever I want with my makeup, at least I’m ready.”
Jun throws a curse at him and finally grabs his shoes, the others already outside, excited voices coming into the room faintly. It’s not often that the two of them end up being the last ones, not really something Jun enjoys, anyway. He usually makes sure to be dressed and ready to go, all the more time to rehearse their choreography.
“I’m ready.” He says eventually, stands up proudly, but Kaito quickly scans him from head to toe with his eyes, before he scoffs, purses his lip-gloss covered lips in amusement.
“Oh, you wish.” He says as he stands up as well, one hand still running through his hair, and Jun really can’t understand why that gets him so badly, it has never been one of the things that attracts him, at least not when he sees real girls doing it. But Kaito makes it work differently somehow, too effortlessly for someone like him. He watches as his friend reaches over the couch for the hat, turns to look back at Jun with a smug grin. “How about that? Are you going on stage without that?”
He takes a couple of steps towards him, ready to put the hat on his head instead of just giving it to him, but Jun grabs his wrist instead, pushes him back until he’s cornered against the wall. It falls from Kaito’s hand, but he doesn’t protest, doesn’t try to move, just stares up at Jun with a strange look, eyes different with all that heavy make-up. There are sparks, small flames that grow into fireworks, explode inside him.
And then he feels Kaito’s free hand on his hair, or his own wig anyway, daring and bold, and he hisses, closes the gap between them, claims Kaito’s lips, fast and demanding. Not good, not good, not good, stupid, stupid, stupid…
Kaito gives in to him and the kiss, pulls him closer until they’re pressed against each other, hands on Jun’s face now, lips eagerly parting. He tastes fruity, both from the lip-gloss and the lollipop he had been eating, and Jun feels sticky, all the glitter smeared on his face. Still, he dives deeper, pulls back and kisses him again, lifts him from the ground, and Kaito wraps his legs around his waist, releases a needy hum into the kiss.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, couldn’t you at least wait until after the performance…why did I come to check up on you…”
Kenta’s voice forces them to break the kiss, but their captain has already left again by the time Jun turns to look over his shoulder, carefully putting Kaito down again. He looks as dazed as Jun feels, quickly brings a hand to his face, frowning when he realizes the sticky mess and quickly goes back to the mirror, muttering things Jun can’t hear.
“You’re very pretty like that.” He says, blurts it out because what does it matter anyway, he just spent the past minutes eating his face. Kaito turns to look at him again, too damn pretty and maybe a little flustered, before he shakes his head quickly, eyes darting back to the mirror.
“Shut up.” He mumbles, still in the middle of fixing his make-up. “The show’s about to start.”
But after everything is over, they go home together, and for Jun, that’s when the show truly starts.
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Fandom: 49
Pairing: Mochida Jun/Masuyama Kaito (Morita Myuto/Shimekake Ryuya)
Summary: They're pretty on stage, but there's only one who really matters.
A/N: I blame Shime and the Traja make-up video on youtube.
The Pretty
“You’re staring.”
Kaito’s voice is soft but a little impatient, probably because Jun has stopped getting ready, still only wearing one of the knee-high socks of theirs. At least he’s done with everything else. Kaito hasn’t even turned his head towards him, keeps fidgeting with the long strands of his wig, just some last styling touches until he puts the hat on.
Jun shrugs and leans down to roll his sock up, before he picks the other one up. “You’re taking too long with the hair and the makeup, that’s why.” He comments, doesn’t blink back to him again after being called out, because he was indeed staring, and it’s not the first time, and maybe Kaito has finally picked up on it. The boy hums, a little mockingly, leans over to pick his hat.
“You’re gonna be late, you idiot. And I’m gonna do whatever I want with my makeup, at least I’m ready.”
Jun throws a curse at him and finally grabs his shoes, the others already outside, excited voices coming into the room faintly. It’s not often that the two of them end up being the last ones, not really something Jun enjoys, anyway. He usually makes sure to be dressed and ready to go, all the more time to rehearse their choreography.
“I’m ready.” He says eventually, stands up proudly, but Kaito quickly scans him from head to toe with his eyes, before he scoffs, purses his lip-gloss covered lips in amusement.
“Oh, you wish.” He says as he stands up as well, one hand still running through his hair, and Jun really can’t understand why that gets him so badly, it has never been one of the things that attracts him, at least not when he sees real girls doing it. But Kaito makes it work differently somehow, too effortlessly for someone like him. He watches as his friend reaches over the couch for the hat, turns to look back at Jun with a smug grin. “How about that? Are you going on stage without that?”
He takes a couple of steps towards him, ready to put the hat on his head instead of just giving it to him, but Jun grabs his wrist instead, pushes him back until he’s cornered against the wall. It falls from Kaito’s hand, but he doesn’t protest, doesn’t try to move, just stares up at Jun with a strange look, eyes different with all that heavy make-up. There are sparks, small flames that grow into fireworks, explode inside him.
And then he feels Kaito’s free hand on his hair, or his own wig anyway, daring and bold, and he hisses, closes the gap between them, claims Kaito’s lips, fast and demanding. Not good, not good, not good, stupid, stupid, stupid…
Kaito gives in to him and the kiss, pulls him closer until they’re pressed against each other, hands on Jun’s face now, lips eagerly parting. He tastes fruity, both from the lip-gloss and the lollipop he had been eating, and Jun feels sticky, all the glitter smeared on his face. Still, he dives deeper, pulls back and kisses him again, lifts him from the ground, and Kaito wraps his legs around his waist, releases a needy hum into the kiss.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, couldn’t you at least wait until after the performance…why did I come to check up on you…”
Kenta’s voice forces them to break the kiss, but their captain has already left again by the time Jun turns to look over his shoulder, carefully putting Kaito down again. He looks as dazed as Jun feels, quickly brings a hand to his face, frowning when he realizes the sticky mess and quickly goes back to the mirror, muttering things Jun can’t hear.
“You’re very pretty like that.” He says, blurts it out because what does it matter anyway, he just spent the past minutes eating his face. Kaito turns to look at him again, too damn pretty and maybe a little flustered, before he shakes his head quickly, eyes darting back to the mirror.
“Shut up.” He mumbles, still in the middle of fixing his make-up. “The show’s about to start.”
But after everything is over, they go home together, and for Jun, that’s when the show truly starts.
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