Work calls. [Plastic Tree - Tadashi/Akira]
Title: Work calls.
Pairing / Band: TadashixAkira / Plastic Tree
Rating: R (for dirty talking)
A/N: An accidentally late entry to last_pleasure's Round 4.
Never thought I'd write this pairing. But Akira's the only one who works in a fic like this. ^_^; Hope ye like it~
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As hours passed by, Tadashi was slowly starting to realise that staying behind at the studio was a pretty stupid idea. He'd been sitting there, poised at his desk, with the note sheets and Ryuutarou's scribbly lyrics that were growing even blurrier in his eyes when sleep started to crawl in. The coffee had left a constant bitter aftertaste in his mouth but at least it kept him awake. Not that focused on his task, however.
It took him a way too long time to realise his phone was ringing. Stuffed into the side pocked of his bag, it faintly sounded across the room and Tadashi stood up with a groan to retrieve it. He snapped it open at the same moment as he heavily sat down in his chair.
"Moshi moshi?" he greeted casually and frowned when there didn't seem to be any answer at first. Then, after an awkward moment of silence there came a voice from the other end of the line.
"Mm, hey, Dashi.." a male voice practically purred. Tadashi frowned again.
"... Akira? Why are you calling me, I said I was staying at the studio.."
"Ah, I know. Just thought to give you a call... check in, you know." A quiet laugh and Tadashi found his own lips quirking upwards as well. There was something infectious in Akira's laughter. His free hand reached for his mug of coffee and he took a sip before speaking.
"Well, I'm doing fine. What have you been doing while I've been away?"
"Mmh, I've been playing."
Tadashi's eyebrows rose this time. "Playing? How do you mean?"
"With myself."
Some luck that he didn't have any coffee in his mouth at the moment, for Tadashi spluttered and would've otherwise ruined the sheets of paper covering the table. He took a moment to regain his ability to speak and to set his mind back on its track. He sat up straighter in his chair and only cursed in his mind the breathy chuckling coming from the phone. Only Akira would be mean and mischievous enough to call him while his hand was-- Oh, and he was not going there, oh no.
Through slightly gritted teeth, he spoke again.
"And you just had to call me to tell that?"
"Why of course. What's the greater, hmm, pleasure," a quiet gasp broke his sentence and Tadashi squeezed his eyes shut, "than to tease you," another pause in his speech, "like this?" A slightly shaky groan punctuated the end and Tadashi swallowed audibly, trying to stop himself from making any other sounds.
"How long..." he spoke after a while, his voice quiet and throat slightly dry. He swallowed down before starting again. "How long have you... been playing?" he asked. There was a slight rustle from the other end and Tadashi could easily picture Akira's form lying on the bed, head turning on the pillow to peer at the clock and his shaded brown hair splayed about.
"Maybe... half an hour? Plus this call," came the answer in a husky voice.
Tadashi licked his lips, his eyes staring ahead of himself and blatantly ignoring any work he was supposed to be doing. "Tell me.." he started in a low voice, now smiling with a hint of mischief himself. "Could you keep on playing for a while?" He already gathered his things as he spoke and moved to pack them in his bag.
"If you promise to hurry up," Akira whispered to his ear with a breathy moan following. "You'll have plenty of work when you get here."
Amen to that, Tadashi could only think as he snapped shut his phone and hurried out of the studio with his bag slung over his shoulder, his half-drunk mug of coffee left to cool on the table.
Pairing / Band: TadashixAkira / Plastic Tree
Rating: R (for dirty talking)
A/N: An accidentally late entry to last_pleasure's Round 4.
Never thought I'd write this pairing. But Akira's the only one who works in a fic like this. ^_^; Hope ye like it~
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As hours passed by, Tadashi was slowly starting to realise that staying behind at the studio was a pretty stupid idea. He'd been sitting there, poised at his desk, with the note sheets and Ryuutarou's scribbly lyrics that were growing even blurrier in his eyes when sleep started to crawl in. The coffee had left a constant bitter aftertaste in his mouth but at least it kept him awake. Not that focused on his task, however.
It took him a way too long time to realise his phone was ringing. Stuffed into the side pocked of his bag, it faintly sounded across the room and Tadashi stood up with a groan to retrieve it. He snapped it open at the same moment as he heavily sat down in his chair.
"Moshi moshi?" he greeted casually and frowned when there didn't seem to be any answer at first. Then, after an awkward moment of silence there came a voice from the other end of the line.
"Mm, hey, Dashi.." a male voice practically purred. Tadashi frowned again.
"... Akira? Why are you calling me, I said I was staying at the studio.."
"Ah, I know. Just thought to give you a call... check in, you know." A quiet laugh and Tadashi found his own lips quirking upwards as well. There was something infectious in Akira's laughter. His free hand reached for his mug of coffee and he took a sip before speaking.
"Well, I'm doing fine. What have you been doing while I've been away?"
"Mmh, I've been playing."
Tadashi's eyebrows rose this time. "Playing? How do you mean?"
"With myself."
Some luck that he didn't have any coffee in his mouth at the moment, for Tadashi spluttered and would've otherwise ruined the sheets of paper covering the table. He took a moment to regain his ability to speak and to set his mind back on its track. He sat up straighter in his chair and only cursed in his mind the breathy chuckling coming from the phone. Only Akira would be mean and mischievous enough to call him while his hand was-- Oh, and he was not going there, oh no.
Through slightly gritted teeth, he spoke again.
"And you just had to call me to tell that?"
"Why of course. What's the greater, hmm, pleasure," a quiet gasp broke his sentence and Tadashi squeezed his eyes shut, "than to tease you," another pause in his speech, "like this?" A slightly shaky groan punctuated the end and Tadashi swallowed audibly, trying to stop himself from making any other sounds.
"How long..." he spoke after a while, his voice quiet and throat slightly dry. He swallowed down before starting again. "How long have you... been playing?" he asked. There was a slight rustle from the other end and Tadashi could easily picture Akira's form lying on the bed, head turning on the pillow to peer at the clock and his shaded brown hair splayed about.
"Maybe... half an hour? Plus this call," came the answer in a husky voice.
Tadashi licked his lips, his eyes staring ahead of himself and blatantly ignoring any work he was supposed to be doing. "Tell me.." he started in a low voice, now smiling with a hint of mischief himself. "Could you keep on playing for a while?" He already gathered his things as he spoke and moved to pack them in his bag.
"If you promise to hurry up," Akira whispered to his ear with a breathy moan following. "You'll have plenty of work when you get here."
Amen to that, Tadashi could only think as he snapped shut his phone and hurried out of the studio with his bag slung over his shoulder, his half-drunk mug of coffee left to cool on the table.