[FIC] hello odd one
title: hello odd one
rating: r
pairings: ikuta toma/tegoshi yuya
summary: au. toma meets a weird kid in his apartment building.
word count: 1,826
Toma meets him on a rainy Thursday night as the boy nearly bounces off the wall, singing loudly in English as if he were a drunk man, his accent thick and adorable through his powerful voice. At first, he figures the kid is really drunk - because there's a bottle in his hand and he doesn't walk very straight, but when Toma gives him a closer looks he notices that the bottle is an old-fashioned Coca-Cola one, the kind his brother Ryuusei loved when they were younger. After casting Toma a glance and tilting his head, he settles down on the floor, leaning against the wall right next to Toma's apartment door. He waves, takes a sip of his Coke, and keeps singing even louder. Toma counts in his head as he fishes out his keys, five, four, three, two, one, until heads start to pop out of their respective apartments to tell the boy to quiet down (or in Nishikido Ryo's case, to shut the fuck up).
He replies with "IT TOOK 6 WHOLE HOURS, AND FIVE LONG DAYS, FOR ALL YOUR LIES TO COME UNDONE." At least that's what Toma understands. Though, because he's a good person, he kneels down next to him and clears his throat.
"Are you lost?"
He shakes his head. Toma frowns and fingers the boy's pink scarf before saying, "You shouldn't be hanging around here; it's a school night, you know."
"School night?" the boy replies, and laughs. "I'm twenty."
"Well, you look sixteen. Go home."
The kid frowns but stands up anyway. Toma turns and sticks his key in the lock, thinking he's leaving until he hears his voice directed towards the elevator. He gets an eyeful of the kid standing on the tip of his toes to stick his tongue down his neighbour Shun's mouth, and had there been something in his hand, he would've dropped it just like his jaw.
"I was just waiting for Shun, ne," he smiles brightly and grabs his new boyfriend's hand. Toma shudders, greets Shun with a nod and locks himself in his apartment. He remembers why he never wanders out of there, now. And it's because he doesn't want to see stuff like this. For the next fifteen minutes, he hears the boy singing his creepy English songs, then his moans and screams of AH, SHUN! are what he hears for the rest of the night and keep him up. Terrific.
He drags his feet out of his apartment the next morning to get his mail and the paper, only to come face to face with Shun's boyfriend, that stupid wide smile still on his lips as he waves at him. "Morning, Ikuta-kun!" he chirps, playing with the hem (which reaches past his mid-thigh) of the button-up he's wearing. It's actually the only thing on his body and Toma can't help being a little distracted by his legs, because honestly, they look like a girl's. Very fuckable. Nice job, Shun. "Ikuta-kun? Is something wrong?"
Toma finally remembers he has a face, so he looks up and shakes his head quickly. "No, everything's fi-how do you know my name?!"
"Shun told me! Say, what are you gonna do today?"
"I was thinking about wallowing in self-pity," Toma replies off-handedly as he flips through his five envelopes, "what about you?"
"We're gonna have sex all day! Wanna join?"
Toma nearly chokes on his own saliva, doesn't give an answer and retreats back into his apartment. He vaguely hears the boy call "My name's Tegoshi, by the way!" and repeats it over and over in his head. He's unaware of Tegoshi adding I hope you remember because you'll be screaming it later! with his innocent smile while trudging back into Shun's arms. They do have sex all day, and Toma wonders if it's possible to be this insatiable as he listens to them screwing on probably every single flat surface of Shun's apartment. Well, he can forget about taking a nap to make up for his lack of sleep, especially when Yamashita and Nishikido bother his intelligent reading by showing up at his door with food. Yamashita cooks for him and he reads One Piece in the kitchen to keep him company while Nishikido listens to the bunnies next door with a hand down his pants.
"Ryo scares the shit out of me," Toma says as Yamashita pours olive oil into a measuring cup, tongue poking from between his lips in concentration. "And so does Shun's new toy."
"Ryo I can understand, enlighten me on the kid's case though. I haven't seen him but Ryo said that if he taped his mouth shut, he'd keep him and fuck him for the rest of his life."
"He's just weird. He gets drunk on Coke, wears a pink scarf, sings at the top of his lungs in public and seemingly doesn't care about displays of gay affection." Yamashita says it's not half as bad as Jin, but Toma begs to differ. "The kid told me they'd fuck all day this morning as if they were going to the zoo and asked me if I wanted to join! Like that!"
"So? That's not being weird. He wants to fuck you. You want to fuck him and you haven't had sex in forever. You fuck and everyone's happy."
"Shun wouldn't be," Toma points out. "He'd beat me to death."
"Then why would the kid ask you to join?"
"Because he's fucked in the head and wants me to die?"
Yamashita laughs, "You really are paranoid, Toma. What happened to you? You weren't like this in high school." Toma shrugs. No sounds are coming from next door and Nishikido comes back seconds later, sitting down next to him with a happy sigh.
"Did you wash your hands?"
"Yes, mom," Nishikido smiles and shoves his right hand in Toma's face.
The next few days are spent like this, almost redundant, with Tegoshi greeting Toma every single morning and telling him he can always join him and Shun if he wants. And every single morning, Toma leaves him there without even answering. That is, until Shun leaves for three days, and Tegoshi sure won't be seen around - that's what Toma thinks. On the second day, Tegoshi shows up at his door instead of Yamashita and Nishikido, wearing awfully tight jeans and a huge sweater that always falls off his shoulder. It's the first time Toma sees him without his glasses. "Can I come in?" he asks, and brushes past Toma without even waiting for an answer.
"…Hello, odd one" is all Toma can say. Tegoshi whips around to look at him, grabbing the collar of th other boy’s shirt almost angrily, making Toma wonder if he's just realized he doesn't like the what Toma has been calling him for the past week. "What?"
"Why won't you fuck me?" Tegoshi demands. "Am I really that ugly?"
Toma manages to choke out something after a few seconds. "Are you fucking kidding me? You're so out of my league, I can't even dream of touching you. Especially when Shun would probably break my face."
"I'm not out of your league if I keep telling you to fuck me! What do you think I meant every morning? That I was asking you to join us for tea?!"
"Well, since you said us, I figured it would involve Shun and I think it's better for my ego if we don't see each other naked." Tegoshi opens his mouth and Toma's eye twitches at the thought of his hearing getting destroyed by Tegoshi's voice some more, so he kisses him in hopes it would shut him up.
The first thing Toma wanted when he opened the door was to see that sweater off of Tegoshi, so he pulls it over his head and throws it in a corner while pushing him towards the couch, because he's always wanted to have sex on it and this is the perfect opportunity. "Happy now?" he asks Tegoshi while straddling him, and the boy only gives a satisfied hum as an answer, telling Toma to hurry up. So he does, careful not to waste too much time in between grinding his hips down onto the boy's and stripping them both. He dips his tongue in Tegoshi's navel and runs his hands over those pale, soft thighs, a bit jealous that Shun has this every day and this is the one time he will. He brushes his thumb over the tip of Tegoshi's erection to draw a whimper out of him and Tegoshi spreads his legs to urge him on, making Toma so euphoric he has to stop for a second and admire the sight of him offering himself like this.
"Toma," he whispers, causing a shiver to run up the older boy's spine (really, he never thought his name would sound so erotic to his own ears), "please."
"But I have no-"
"I don't care," Tegoshi answers and grips Toma's shoulder, pulling him down to whisper in his ear. "Come on, fuck me. I know we've both been waiting for this." He bites on his earlobe and Toma groans as he pushes inside slowly, - hotandtightandgoodandfuuuuck - Tegoshi moaning with his chest heaving under him.
He doesn't show any sign of hurt. Huh. Nice job, Shun.
"Toma," the boy urges, pushing his hips up to meet Toma's as he starts moving, one of his hands wrapping itself in his light brown hair and pulling. Toma kisses him sloppily and tries to angle his hips just right so Tegoshi screams his name. He feels like he's not going to last long and curls his fingers around Tegoshi's erection, finding it hard to pump in time with the rhythm of his hips because his brain can't work properly.
"Just let go, baby," he says in a thick voice that doesn't even sound like his own, and they almost come at the same time. They don't speak after that, except when they decide to go take a shower.
Shun comes home two days later and everything goes back to how it used to be, with their encounters in the morning and a half-naked Tegoshi. One morning, the boy tells him he would really like it if him and Shun made out, it would be such a turn-on ne, causing Toma to laugh this early. He doesn't say anything, as to not break their routine, mouthing I'm not answering that. Tegoshi just pouts for a second, before a smile breaks out on his pretty face as he watches the other go back to his apartment.
It rains outside just like the night they met a few days later. Tegoshi smiles at Toma. Toma smiles back. "Hello, odd one."
Tegoshi leans up and kisses him, a chaste press of lips that doesn't go any further. "I miss you."
Toma's smile doesn't falter. He pats Tegoshi's head once, twice, grabs his mail. "See you tomorrow, odd one."
rating: r
pairings: ikuta toma/tegoshi yuya
summary: au. toma meets a weird kid in his apartment building.
word count: 1,826
Toma meets him on a rainy Thursday night as the boy nearly bounces off the wall, singing loudly in English as if he were a drunk man, his accent thick and adorable through his powerful voice. At first, he figures the kid is really drunk - because there's a bottle in his hand and he doesn't walk very straight, but when Toma gives him a closer looks he notices that the bottle is an old-fashioned Coca-Cola one, the kind his brother Ryuusei loved when they were younger. After casting Toma a glance and tilting his head, he settles down on the floor, leaning against the wall right next to Toma's apartment door. He waves, takes a sip of his Coke, and keeps singing even louder. Toma counts in his head as he fishes out his keys, five, four, three, two, one, until heads start to pop out of their respective apartments to tell the boy to quiet down (or in Nishikido Ryo's case, to shut the fuck up).
He replies with "IT TOOK 6 WHOLE HOURS, AND FIVE LONG DAYS, FOR ALL YOUR LIES TO COME UNDONE." At least that's what Toma understands. Though, because he's a good person, he kneels down next to him and clears his throat.
"Are you lost?"
He shakes his head. Toma frowns and fingers the boy's pink scarf before saying, "You shouldn't be hanging around here; it's a school night, you know."
"School night?" the boy replies, and laughs. "I'm twenty."
"Well, you look sixteen. Go home."
The kid frowns but stands up anyway. Toma turns and sticks his key in the lock, thinking he's leaving until he hears his voice directed towards the elevator. He gets an eyeful of the kid standing on the tip of his toes to stick his tongue down his neighbour Shun's mouth, and had there been something in his hand, he would've dropped it just like his jaw.
"I was just waiting for Shun, ne," he smiles brightly and grabs his new boyfriend's hand. Toma shudders, greets Shun with a nod and locks himself in his apartment. He remembers why he never wanders out of there, now. And it's because he doesn't want to see stuff like this. For the next fifteen minutes, he hears the boy singing his creepy English songs, then his moans and screams of AH, SHUN! are what he hears for the rest of the night and keep him up. Terrific.
He drags his feet out of his apartment the next morning to get his mail and the paper, only to come face to face with Shun's boyfriend, that stupid wide smile still on his lips as he waves at him. "Morning, Ikuta-kun!" he chirps, playing with the hem (which reaches past his mid-thigh) of the button-up he's wearing. It's actually the only thing on his body and Toma can't help being a little distracted by his legs, because honestly, they look like a girl's. Very fuckable. Nice job, Shun. "Ikuta-kun? Is something wrong?"
Toma finally remembers he has a face, so he looks up and shakes his head quickly. "No, everything's fi-how do you know my name?!"
"Shun told me! Say, what are you gonna do today?"
"I was thinking about wallowing in self-pity," Toma replies off-handedly as he flips through his five envelopes, "what about you?"
"We're gonna have sex all day! Wanna join?"
Toma nearly chokes on his own saliva, doesn't give an answer and retreats back into his apartment. He vaguely hears the boy call "My name's Tegoshi, by the way!" and repeats it over and over in his head. He's unaware of Tegoshi adding I hope you remember because you'll be screaming it later! with his innocent smile while trudging back into Shun's arms. They do have sex all day, and Toma wonders if it's possible to be this insatiable as he listens to them screwing on probably every single flat surface of Shun's apartment. Well, he can forget about taking a nap to make up for his lack of sleep, especially when Yamashita and Nishikido bother his intelligent reading by showing up at his door with food. Yamashita cooks for him and he reads One Piece in the kitchen to keep him company while Nishikido listens to the bunnies next door with a hand down his pants.
"Ryo scares the shit out of me," Toma says as Yamashita pours olive oil into a measuring cup, tongue poking from between his lips in concentration. "And so does Shun's new toy."
"Ryo I can understand, enlighten me on the kid's case though. I haven't seen him but Ryo said that if he taped his mouth shut, he'd keep him and fuck him for the rest of his life."
"He's just weird. He gets drunk on Coke, wears a pink scarf, sings at the top of his lungs in public and seemingly doesn't care about displays of gay affection." Yamashita says it's not half as bad as Jin, but Toma begs to differ. "The kid told me they'd fuck all day this morning as if they were going to the zoo and asked me if I wanted to join! Like that!"
"So? That's not being weird. He wants to fuck you. You want to fuck him and you haven't had sex in forever. You fuck and everyone's happy."
"Shun wouldn't be," Toma points out. "He'd beat me to death."
"Then why would the kid ask you to join?"
"Because he's fucked in the head and wants me to die?"
Yamashita laughs, "You really are paranoid, Toma. What happened to you? You weren't like this in high school." Toma shrugs. No sounds are coming from next door and Nishikido comes back seconds later, sitting down next to him with a happy sigh.
"Did you wash your hands?"
"Yes, mom," Nishikido smiles and shoves his right hand in Toma's face.
The next few days are spent like this, almost redundant, with Tegoshi greeting Toma every single morning and telling him he can always join him and Shun if he wants. And every single morning, Toma leaves him there without even answering. That is, until Shun leaves for three days, and Tegoshi sure won't be seen around - that's what Toma thinks. On the second day, Tegoshi shows up at his door instead of Yamashita and Nishikido, wearing awfully tight jeans and a huge sweater that always falls off his shoulder. It's the first time Toma sees him without his glasses. "Can I come in?" he asks, and brushes past Toma without even waiting for an answer.
"…Hello, odd one" is all Toma can say. Tegoshi whips around to look at him, grabbing the collar of th other boy’s shirt almost angrily, making Toma wonder if he's just realized he doesn't like the what Toma has been calling him for the past week. "What?"
"Why won't you fuck me?" Tegoshi demands. "Am I really that ugly?"
Toma manages to choke out something after a few seconds. "Are you fucking kidding me? You're so out of my league, I can't even dream of touching you. Especially when Shun would probably break my face."
"I'm not out of your league if I keep telling you to fuck me! What do you think I meant every morning? That I was asking you to join us for tea?!"
"Well, since you said us, I figured it would involve Shun and I think it's better for my ego if we don't see each other naked." Tegoshi opens his mouth and Toma's eye twitches at the thought of his hearing getting destroyed by Tegoshi's voice some more, so he kisses him in hopes it would shut him up.
The first thing Toma wanted when he opened the door was to see that sweater off of Tegoshi, so he pulls it over his head and throws it in a corner while pushing him towards the couch, because he's always wanted to have sex on it and this is the perfect opportunity. "Happy now?" he asks Tegoshi while straddling him, and the boy only gives a satisfied hum as an answer, telling Toma to hurry up. So he does, careful not to waste too much time in between grinding his hips down onto the boy's and stripping them both. He dips his tongue in Tegoshi's navel and runs his hands over those pale, soft thighs, a bit jealous that Shun has this every day and this is the one time he will. He brushes his thumb over the tip of Tegoshi's erection to draw a whimper out of him and Tegoshi spreads his legs to urge him on, making Toma so euphoric he has to stop for a second and admire the sight of him offering himself like this.
"Toma," he whispers, causing a shiver to run up the older boy's spine (really, he never thought his name would sound so erotic to his own ears), "please."
"But I have no-"
"I don't care," Tegoshi answers and grips Toma's shoulder, pulling him down to whisper in his ear. "Come on, fuck me. I know we've both been waiting for this." He bites on his earlobe and Toma groans as he pushes inside slowly, - hotandtightandgoodandfuuuuck - Tegoshi moaning with his chest heaving under him.
He doesn't show any sign of hurt. Huh. Nice job, Shun.
"Toma," the boy urges, pushing his hips up to meet Toma's as he starts moving, one of his hands wrapping itself in his light brown hair and pulling. Toma kisses him sloppily and tries to angle his hips just right so Tegoshi screams his name. He feels like he's not going to last long and curls his fingers around Tegoshi's erection, finding it hard to pump in time with the rhythm of his hips because his brain can't work properly.
"Just let go, baby," he says in a thick voice that doesn't even sound like his own, and they almost come at the same time. They don't speak after that, except when they decide to go take a shower.
Shun comes home two days later and everything goes back to how it used to be, with their encounters in the morning and a half-naked Tegoshi. One morning, the boy tells him he would really like it if him and Shun made out, it would be such a turn-on ne, causing Toma to laugh this early. He doesn't say anything, as to not break their routine, mouthing I'm not answering that. Tegoshi just pouts for a second, before a smile breaks out on his pretty face as he watches the other go back to his apartment.
It rains outside just like the night they met a few days later. Tegoshi smiles at Toma. Toma smiles back. "Hello, odd one."
Tegoshi leans up and kisses him, a chaste press of lips that doesn't go any further. "I miss you."
Toma's smile doesn't falter. He pats Tegoshi's head once, twice, grabs his mail. "See you tomorrow, odd one."