Fic for beltenebra!
Intergroup Gold for beltenebra
from jerainbowbridge
Title: Please show me your puppy.
Pairings/Groups: Ueda Tatsuya x Masuda Takahisa
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None.
Summary: Ueda responds to a message from Massu on Wink up and takes his puppy to see the other, but as their visits start to become a regular thing, they begin to unravel each other’s mysteries.
Word Count/Notes: This fic is based on an actual message from Massu to Ueda in August’s Wink up (I swear these guys write their own prompts). I really hope you enjoy this, beltenebra, I couldn’t resist writing this one oddball Massu pairing, not with a ready made prompt like that! :D Thanks so much to my beta, K, and to those people who [eventually] managed to find out what Ueda’s dog was actually called.
Ueda had to admit it wasn’t the most exciting proposition he’d had in his life. It was actually Nakamaru who had let him know that Masuda Takahisa had left a message for him in the most recent issue of Wink Up magazine. Nakamaru had heard it from Koyama who had heard it from Tegoshi and it seemed that now the whole Jimusho knew that Massu was very excited at the thought of meeting his new puppy.
Even Kame had asked him a few days earlier if he had taken her round to see him yet and Nakamaru in particular seemed to be overly concerning himself with the entire thing. Ueda figured his band mate was just worried Massu would find his shetland sheepdog cuter than his ‘mop dog’, which he was sure Massu must have met at some stage, given his apparent affection toward the creatures. Ueda scoffed at the very thought that he wouldn’t.
Regardless, it was the endless bugging that was the reason he was sitting with his phone against his ear waiting for Massu to answer. Ueda Tatsuya didn’t waste time sending emails or text messages or even messages in a magazine’s message board. If he wanted something and wanted it now, it was so much easier to just pick up his phone.
“I hear you want to see my puppy,” Ueda spoke the moment he heard Massu’s cheerful voice. He had a copy of the magazine in front of him, and his eyes were on the words written on the page. “You could have just called me, you know,” he pointed out. Sure, he used the message board himself sometimes to leave things like that, but really, he didn’t always manage to check, and his puppy may well have grown up before Massu had managed to see her if numerous people hadn’t pointed it out to him.
“That would have been a pretty awkward conversation,” Massu laughed. It wasn’t as though Ueda and Massu really saw each other that often, even within the confines of work, and he didn’t really think they had a lot in common, aside from the mutual love of puppies, apparently.
“And so you spread it round the whole jimusho and the fans instead?”
Massu didn’t really have an answer to that, and there was a moment of silence before he asked a little timidly, “so are you going to come?” Ueda Tatsuya was kind of scary, he decided.
“What did Kame do to you?” Ueda asked curiously, glancing over the other messages Massu had sent along with his. He realised that Massu had sent something to each one of the members of his group, and he wondered which of them had been afterthoughts, wondered if he was the one who wasn’t.
Massu laughed a little. “He said he didn’t like me.”
“That bastard,” Ueda responded, chuckling. Both of them knew as well as each other that Kame liked Massu perfectly well and both of them also knew Kame knew exactly how to get the attention of the fan girls. “I’ll bring food along with me,” he suggested in answer to the other’s original question, and that sealed the deal - so long as, Massu said, gyoza was on the menu.
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The puppy pounced on Massu as soon as he opened the door to greet his guests. She had no sense of restraint or wariness of strangers, but Massu didn’t seem overly bothered about suddenly being smothered by a dog, and he soon had both arms wrapped round her in his arms. “You’re so beautiful, yes you are, I think I might have to just steal you for myself~” he told the puppy in a tone that was usually reserved for talking to babies, and one that Ueda thought sounded a little strange in Massu’s deep voice.
Ueda hovered in the doorway and was just wondering whether this was the extent of the visit when Massu seemed to suddenly remember he was there and asked, “do you want to come in?”, which led to Ueda giving him a slightly amused snort.
“You don’t get visitors very often do you?” he laughed.
“I get Tegoshi. He walks right in and steals the whole couch before the door is even fully open,” Massu replied, and then gave Ueda a hopeful look. “Did you bring the gyoza?”
The visitor raised a plastic bag for the other to see, and as if this was some kind of secret password, Massu stepped aside to let him into the apartment and was straight into the kitchen to find them plates and chopsticks as Ueda removed his shoes in the doorway.
“My stomach was rumbling just thinking about it,” Massu laughed as he carried the plates through to his living room and dropped them on the table. “You know, I once got asked in an interview what I would do if gyoza disappeared from the world. Can you imagine that? What a stupid question,” he laughed again, and he barely even noticed that Ueda was merely nodding along. Ueda was the kind of person who was satisfied in general to just listen.
“So how did you answer?” Ueda asked as Massu headed back to the kitchen. The question was somewhat delayed, but he supposed he ought to make an effort.
Massu peeked out through the door, “I told them I’d cry. Do you want a drink?”
“I’m fine,” Ueda told him, and Massu reappeared with a can of soda for himself and flopped down onto the couch, patting the seat next to him for Pato-chan, who leapt up beside him and settled down on the cushion. Ueda decided he would have to just assume it was okay for him to sit down too, and took his place on the other side of the puppy.
There was no need for them to speak as they took their food from the bags and began to eat, but when they had both eaten two gyoza each and neither of them had spoken, Massu began to desparately think of things he could talk about because the silence was becoming very awkward to him at least. He petted Pato-chan on the head as he thought about it, allowing her to shift a little onto his lap and lick at his face.
“Kei-chan said your eyes are like a girl’s,” he commented eventually, just for something to say, and he immediately regretted it. He wished he had gotten to know a little more about the other before he had jumped into this meeting, but Ueda was known to be that mysterious that he wasn’t even sure he would have found out anything if he had tried.
Ueda’s ‘girly’ eyes narrowed just a little, although he seemed somewhat amused at the same time, causing Massu to blush a little. “I’m not a girl.”
And that was the end of that.
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Massu was just thinking about what he should do for dinner a week after the first visit when there was a knock on his door, and he was stunned when he opened it and Ueda Tatsuya was standing there with a smile on his face waving a plastic bag at the other. The waft of the scent of food reached Massu’s nose, and his lips curved in a grin as well. “I wasn’t expecting you,” he told him honestly.
“I wasn’t expecting me either, but the smell of gyoza enticed me and somehow it seemed wrong not to bring you any,” Ueda explained. Massu had already turned his attention to the dog by his side and was speaking to her in much the same way as he had the week before.
When he realised that once again Ueda was standing there slightly forgotten, Massu stood back to let the pair in, a wide smile on his face as usual. “Well thank you for thinking of me,” he told him gratefully, and his stomach grumbled. “So you like gyoza then?” he asked.
“I like sweet things better,” Ueda admitted as he pulled the cartons from the bag he had carried in.
“You like sweet things and puppies?”
“And I’m not even a girl,” Ueda smirked.
Massu lowered his gaze a little. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. Am I forgiven?”
“Hm, I don’t know.”
“I bought Pato-chan treats,” Massu told him, and the puppy’s ears immediately pricked up.
Ueda wasn’t sure why this was a good reason to forgive him, but he found himself nodding, giving him a sparking smile. “Okay, you’re forgiven,” he told him, and Massu breathed a sigh of relief.
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“Do you mind if I take a shower?” Ueda asked Massu when he turned up at the door for their third meeting. His tanktop was stuck to his body with sweat and he sounded a little out of breath and beside him, his loyal puppy sat looking like she’d only had a leisurely walk.
Massu let him them both into the apartment, and once Ueda was inside he dropped the usual bag of gyoza onto the table, as well as pulling a small bag from his back, and stripped off his wet top. Massu didn’t know why he was so shocked to see what was underneath because Ueda wasn’t exactly shy about getting his clothes off in photoshoots, but seeing it like that in person made him curious and for a moment he couldn’t take his eyes off the man, and had to shake his head and turn to the kitchen to tear his gaze away.
“You run a lot, right?” he commented on his way to the kitchen to fetch Pato-chan a bowl of water, hoping that Ueda hadn’t noticed him watching him.
“Every day,” Ueda replied, and turned to look at Massu as he came back into the room and set the bowl down for the puppy, who immediately began to lap it up happily. “I didn’t bring a change of clothes because I wasn’t planning on coming here, do you have something ‘normal’ I can borrow to wear?” he asked with a laugh, wondering if anything in Massu’s wardrobe was even close to what most people would consider normal.
“I’ll leave you something just inside the bathroom door,” Massu promised him and then his attention was back on the dog as he tried hard not to stare at the other again, but still watched out of the corner of his eye as Ueda made his way to the bathroom.
Once he had gone inside, Massu set about finding something for the other man to wear.
Ueda was in the shower for about fifteen minutes while Massu sat waiting for him on the couch, Pato-chan’s head in his lap, and when he heard the shower stop running and heard Ueda walking about in the bathroom, he turned his head to watch the door, waiting for the other to come out of the room.
Finally, the door opened, and Ueda Tatsuya emerged from the room and Massu sniggered a little as he quickly picked up his phone and took a photograph of the other standing there looking utterly dejected. “I won’t show anyone the picture if you promise to take me running with you next week,” he grinned happily, looking at the blackmail material on his screen and bursting into laughter.
Ueda was standing there in a t-shirt that looked about five sizes too big for him printed with huge blue balloons, along with something Ueda could only describe as a cross between a skirt and jeans.
“Ryo said it was ridiculous,” Massu offered, and Ueda gave him a long suffering look.
“This is normal?”
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It had been a while since Massu had been for a run, but he found he was able to keep pace with Ueda, although he was certain Ueda was making it easier for him somehow. They had chosen their now becoming regular Wednesday evening meeting to run together, and because both of them would find it a little weird without her, Pato-chan was running along happily beside the pair.
“Ten minutes more until we get to the gyoza place,” Ueda commented as they jogged through one of the local parts, and Massu seemed to speed up momentarily. The man had been making these comments at various intervals when he’d thought Massu was slowing down a little just to give him that push.
Massu frowned a little, and his lips pouted a little as he turned his head to look at the other. “Didn’t you say that ten minutes ago?”
“I decided to take a detour, sorry,” Ueda laughed, and when Massu slowed down again in protest, Ueda moved up behind him and placed his hands on his back, beginning to push him along, and Massu began to laugh as well as he was forced forwards, feeling like some kind of barrier had been broken between them.
They had run a few more metres before without warning, Massu tripped over his own left foot. He was rather clumsy even in normal circumstances, but when he wasn’t in control over his speed or direction, his feet became one obstacle too many, and as he began to meet the ground he sprawled out his arms and landed in a heap on the path.
A moment later, something heavy landed on his back, and he gasped at the sudden shock. “Ah, are you okay?” Ueda asked, now sprawled on top of the other, one knee in his back, and his brows furrowed in concern as he looked down at the back of the other’s head. Pato-chan was sniffing around them both, seemingly unaware of the unfortunate situation. Underneath him, Massu had burst into laughter.
“Well I was okay, and then something fell from the sky and landed on me,” he smirked, and when Ueda rolled off him, he turned onto his back and looked up at the other man.
“You know, your eyes kind of are like a girl,” Massu decided, looking into them, not quite able to look away.
“You know I can hit you really easily from this position, don’t you?” Ueda responded, but was still smiling.
Massu raised his arms in surrender. “Hey, I didn’t say it was a bad thing, did I? Now since I’m injured and half starved, I think you should carry me to the gyoza place.”
“No way,” Ueda laughed, at first, but Massu’s pathetic look was so irrisistable that he rolled his eyes and stood up, and took Massu’s hand to help him to his feet. Once they were both upright again, Ueda leaned over and Massu climbed onto his back enthusiastically, as Ueda hooked his arms under his knees to keep him steady.
“You’re heavier than I thought,” Ueda spoke, glad that he had enough muscle to cope with the weight. “Now you’d better not treat me like one of those animals you use in concerts, or I’ll drop you right away.”
“Yes, horsey,” Massu replied with a cheeky grin, and gave Ueda a light kick in the sides.
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Ueda wasn’t available for their fifth week. It wasn’t like he had told Massu specifically what he was doing that evening, but he had at least had the courtesy to call the NEWS member and inform him that he would have to make his own arrangements for dinner. Massu assumed the other just couldn’t bear the thought of him sitting alone on his couch, stomach rumbling, and waiting for him to arrive, despite that even though this was the fifth time, they’d never really made any kind of formal arrangement to meet each week. He’d kept up the tradition though, and was just tucking into a wonderful meal of gyoza, when there was a knock on his door.
His immediate thought was that Ueda’s plans had changed and he’d been able to make it anyway, and for some reason that he couldn’t quite figure out, his heart began to beat a little faster as he climbed up from the couch and made his way to the door, a wide and pleasant smile on his face.
He unbolted the latch, and as he pulled open the door his face dropped as he met the eyes of the person standing outside, but he immediately switched to his usual grin to hide it.
“I knew it,” an amused voice spoke, as Nakamaru Yuichi breezed his way into the apartment and Massu smelled the familiar scent of food as he passed him. Massu’s instincts for food took over for a moment and he stepped into the kitchen to get them something to eat with.
“Knew what?” Massu asked as he carried plates into the living room. Nakamaru had already made himself comfortable on the couch and was pulling cartons out of the bag he had carried in.
“Disappointed to see me?” Nakamaru asked, a hinting tone to his voice.
Massu slipped down onto the couch beside him, and gave Nakamaru a funny look. “Should I be?”
“Well you wished I was Tacchan, right?” Nakamaru asked.
“Why would I?”
“I’ve never seen you get to the door that quick.”
“I was in the kitchen,” Massu lied.
“Your face dropped when you saw me.”
“Did it?” Massu laughed awkwardly. He didn’t quite know how to argue with that one because he was sure it had, and after a moment his shoulders slumped a little. “Well, I was a little disappointed when he told me he couldn’t come today,” he admitted.
Nakamaru stretched out his legs in front of him and put his hands behind his head in a somewhat triumphant way, and a knowledgable look fell across his face. “Well I don’t blame you. He is a very good looking guy.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Massu laughed, but his cheeks had reddened a little.
Nakamaru patted the other’s lap, and stared at him, shrugging a little. “Exactly as it sounded.”
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Ueda’s visit to Massu’s apartment had quickly become a weekly addition to his schedule, and it was only when he was three streets away from his own home on his way to see the other for their sixth meeting that he suddenly slammed on his breaks and pulled into a side street to turn around. It had only been a glance in his mirror that had made him realise something was missing. In the back seat of his car, was an empty space on the cushion where a puppy should be.
Somewhere along the way, these visits had moved on from Massu’s original desire to meet his puppy. Of course Massu still paid attention to the animal, he’d be full of smiles as he greeted them both and he’d spoil her with treats and looked genuinely happy to see her again, but then the pair of them would sit on Massu’s couch and eat and drink and chat, if he could really class the balance in their amount of actual speech as ‘chatting’.
As he sat by the side of the road trying to decide what to do, he knew that technically he could just go to Massu’s apartment alone, but somehow it felt too awkward. What would the greetings be like if the puppy wasn’t there? ‘Hi Massu, how are you? I’m sorry I came alone today. Uh...’
Making an instant decision, Ueda turned his car round, and drove back to fetch his dog.
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Ueda and Massu sat beside each other on the couch two months after their first meeting, as was their routine, with what seemed like a mountain of takeaway cartons on the low table in front of them. Pato-chan sat silently in between them, watching each mouthful that either of the pair took.
“How do you stay so thin, eating all of that?” Massu asked Ueda curiously, watching him shovel food into his mouth as if he hadn’t eaten in months.
Ueda glanced up from his food. “You know about keeping fit, right?” he pointed out, and his eyes automatically went to the muscles showing above the other’s loose yellow shirt.
“Yeah, but...” Massu trailed off, wondering if they really knew each other well enough for this conversation. They’d been meeting up almost every week for the past two months, and Massu still wasn’t really sure they had found anything out about each other. “Sometimes you can go too far,” he finished hesitantly, and his usually confident glance lowered a little. “Sometimes it’s okay to just eat without worrying what happens afterwards.”
The expression that formed on Ueda’s face was one of amusement, and as he gave in and fed a few scraps of chicken to the dog sitting in between them, he replied with, “you really are the greedy one of your group, aren’t you? Just like your image.”
“And is this your image?” Massu countered. “Does that stuff even reach your stomach before you work it off?”
Ueda shrugged. “This is just me.”
“Ueda Tatsuya has been a lot of things,” Massu pointed out, and thought back over what he knew about the other. “Blonde, black, brown, manly, girly, mysterious, open, a liar... I don’t know, I was just wondering. This Ueda Tatsuya who comes to my house once a week to eat and then runs off to the gym. Is it the real thing?”
Ueda chewed on his food a little longer than was really necessary, in order to avoid answering the question, but when he really couldn’t chew any longer and Massu was still waiting, he replied with, “sometimes I don’t know.”
“Well, no wonder it’s so hard to get to know you if you can’t even figure yourself out,” he laughed. Massu set down his now empty plate, and began to gather up the empty cartons.
“Do you ever say anything seriously?”
“I guess I don’t.”
“Then I have you all figured out,” Ueda decided, and stood from his place on the couch to help the other clear up the mess they’d created.
“Maybe.”
“Not maybe. You eat your body weight in food every day and don’t care if you work it off. You dress how you want and don’t care how many weird looks you get. You laugh at everything and you’re always so happy.”
“What if I just know I’ll never look as good as you do,” Massu pointed out.
Ueda thought about this for a moment, and shrugged his shoulders again, raising an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Perhaps wearing these silly clothes is the only way for me to get attention.”
“Right.”
“And maybe sometimes smiling is the only way to stop people knowing how I really feel.”
“Interesting,” Ueda mused, and the corners of his lips curved a little in a smirk as he put on a somewhat cheesy pose. “You know, it’s not always easy looking this good.”
“How modest,” Massu laughed, and the familiar grin returned to his face. Things had gotten pretty serious there for a moment and perhaps Ueda was right, he really did prefer to have a grin on his face.
Ueda sighed dramatically. “Ahhhhh, we’re so screwed up,” he laughed softly, and glanced at the dog on the couch who was now sniffing at some of the remaining empty cartons on the table. “Look what you’ve done, bringing us freaks together,” he scolded the puppy.
Massu smiled a little. “I’m glad she did. I feel like I’m unravelling a mystery.”
“Is that what I am now?” Ueda smiled, and he realised that somewhere along the way they had both stopped cleaning and were standing in the middle of Massu’s living room awkwardly holding empty takeaway cartons.
“Yeah...” Massu replied but trailed off. As he met the other’s eyes he remembered once again when Koyama had told him that Ueda’s eyes were as big and round as those of any girl he had ever met, how they were like a girl’s. He was right, but all Massu could think of was how much mystery in them was waiting to be discovered.
And then another part of the mystery came to unravel and Massu unexpectedly discovered what Ueda’s lips tasted like. Suddenly, the other’s hands were on his cheeks and his lips were pressed against his. Massu’s eyes widened as he realised what was happening but he didn’t try and stop it. His arms dropped loosely by his side and in his sudden surprise he forgot about what he was holding, and empty takeaway cartons scattered across the floor amongst the ones Ueda himself had just dropped.
It was a few moments before Massu gathered his composure enough to begin to return those kisses, and he ran his tongue over the other man’s plump lips, letting out a satisfied hot breath into the other’s mouth.
When Ueda momentarily pulled back to take a breath, Massu whispered, “well, that’s new...” and Ueda uttered a quiet huff of amusement and leaned in to kiss him again. Massu had never seen Ueda in quite so much control and standing there submissively with his arms down by his side letting the other trace his fingers over his jawline and over his neck, Ueda’s ‘I’m not a girl’ suddenly came into his mind and he didn’t think he’d ever seen the other so manly.
He forced his arms upwards and behind the other’s back, one hand settling against his shoulder, the other against his back. Official statistics - and yes he had looked this up - stated that Ueda was a whole centimetre taller than Massu was. That was nothing at all and Massu wasn’t about to become the girl. He pushed himself up against the other and used the hand on his shoulder to edge the other backwards. Takeaway cartons crushed under their feet as Ueda’s back hit the arm of the couch and he reached out to steady himself as they maneuvered their way onto the cushions without leaving each other’s lips.
Massu moved over him and he was pressed against the cushions, their legs entwining as they made themselves comfortable in this new position and neither of them really knew why they were doing this so suddenly but they weren’t thinking about anything else. Massu remembered that day that Ueda had come in sweating and removed half of his clothes and suddenly more than anything he wanted to touch the other’s chest. As they continued to kiss his hands snaked back round and underneath the man’s shirt and Ueda curled his toes as he felt the other make contact with his warm skin.
Ueda opened his eyes for a moment and his eyes caught something a little to his left. In their desperation to get to the couch, they had knocked Ueda’s puppy right from the cushion, and she was sitting beside them with an inquisitive look on her face with eyes that were even larger and more round than his were.
He dropped his head back onto the cushion, effectively breaking their kiss, and looked up at the other man, breathless. “I need to go to the gym,” he told him bluntly, and pulled away, sitting up and trying to regain his composure, which was difficult when Massu was looking at him like that and he knew exactly what the other was thinking - what better form of exercise was there.
But before Massu could say anything, suggestive or not, Ueda had straightened out his shirt and picked up his dog and had left the other sprawled out on the couch, and he was left sitting there and hearing the door shutting behind him, wondering if that had really just happened at all.
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When Massu opened the door, his heart skipped a beat as he looked up and met the eyes of Ueda Tatsuya. It was a Wednesday and so he supposed he should have expected his visit, but after what had happened during their last evening together, Massu almost hadn’t expected to see him again. He glanced down to the empty spot beside the other, it seemed strange somehow because he’d never seen Ueda standing there outside his door without his dog sitting beside him or trying to get through the door or jumping at his legs. It was like another time, another universe.
“Someone is missing,” Massu pointed out.
“She thought we might need some time alone,” Ueda retorted, and the pair stood awkwardly in silence for a moment. Ueda recalled the day he had almost forgotten to bring the puppy with him before, and this was exactly like he had feared, but he knew that wasn’t really the reason for the silence. “May I come in?” he asked.
“Ah, sure,” Massu replied with an awkward laugh. “Would you like a drink?” he asked him as he stepped aside and let Ueda past. He didn’t know why he was really asking, Ueda had never said ‘yes’ to an offer of a drink since they started meeting. He would wait until he was thirsty and then he would ask Massu what was in his fridge.
Ueda walked straight past Massu and towards his kitchen. “What’s in your fridge?” he asked, and Massu sighed and listed off a selection of drinks that would be better placed in a supermarket and not just in one person’s private supply. Once Ueda had chosen from the list, Massu poured him a beer as Ueda set down the usual plastic bag of food on the kitchen work top.
“Did you kiss me last week?” Massu asked suddenly. It was obvious what they needed to talk about and he wasn’t about to skirt round the outside of the subject. There were probably better questions he could have started with, but part of him was still wondering if he had dreamed it.
Ueda sipped at his beer, staring at the other through his large eyes. “What kind of question is that?”
“So you didn’t kiss me last week?”
“Of course I did,” Ueda replied with a shrug and an amused look, and as if it were completely normal, he stepped closer to the other man and planted a slightly drawn out peck on the man’s lips and then pulled back again.
“Did I… did I say you could kiss me?” Massu spoke defiantly and frowned, although he was having trouble being totally angry now he could taste the other’s lips on his own.
Ueda seemed to think this question over as he drank some more of beer, shaking his head. “I don’t remember you doing,” he admitted, and gave the other a sparkling toothy smile.
“Then what gives you the -“ Massu began to complain, although it was hard when Ueda was smiling at him like that, but his protests were cut off by Ueda’s lips pressing against his for a third time. They tasted slightly of beer but this didn’t bother Massu and they were soon locked together even more tightly than they had been the first time they had kissed.
For once Massu’s mind wasn’t on the food sitting in the kitchen as he took hold of one of Ueda’s hands, tugged him through to the living room and pushed him down gently onto the couch, their lips never leaving each other. It had been a week and Massu’s defiance had completely left him, there was no reason to pretend he didn’t want the other man kissing him, not when it felt like this.
He didn’t waste any time this time, slipping his hands underneath Ueda’s white tank top, running his fingers over now familiar skin, Ueda’s back arched a little, and he reached down and pulled off his tank top completely, parting their lips for only seconds before locking them together once again. Now topless, Ueda too reached down and rid Massu of his top as well, and as he glanced at what was underneath, he wondered why the other didn’t remove his clothes more often.
As they lay sprawled out on the cushions together, Massu pulled back from the other’s lips momentarily and whispered, “don’t go to the gym tonight.”
Ueda stared at the other for a moment, and then his gaze softened and he smiled. “I think I’m fine right here for now.”
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Massu woke first the following Thursday morning. He glanced over and Ueda was sleeping peacefully beside him, one arm hooked over his chest and he couldn’t help but sit and watch him for a few minutes. Another mystery solved, he now knew what Ueda Tatsuya looked like when he was sleeping, and he also knew how it made him feel that the other was sleeping next to him.
He’d unravelled a lot of Tatsuya’s mysteries the night before and he’d never thought the other to be particularly submissive but when they’d fallen into bed together Ueda had been happy to let him take the lead, and he didn’t think there was any part of the other man that didn’t know now.
Ueda stirred a little when Massu tried to get out of bed, and he turned to look at the half-awake man. “Good morning,” he said with a wide smile, and Ueda let out a yawn and slowly sat himself up, rubbing at his eyes a little.
“I have magazine interviews this morning,” he told him as he swung his legs out of the bed and sat up, stretching his arms above his head. He reached down to gather the scattered clothes on the ground, pulling on a pair of boxers and then his jeans. “I need to stop at home to shower and get clean clothes, so I should leave now,” he explained as he pulled his tank top over his head.
“Oh, by the way...” Massu started as Ueda made his way towards the door, and he turned round to look back at him. “Maybe I could come and visit Pato-chan at your house next week?” he asked hopefully, somewhat unsure why he was still keeping up the pretence that it was Ueda’s dog he wanted to see.
Ueda seemed to think this over for a moment, feeling a little reluctant. He wasn’t the tidiest of people and he really didn’t have the time to clean for a visitor, and besides, what else would there be left to hide if Massu came to his home? He sighed a little; he supposed it was only fair. “Okay, I guess that’s alright,” he smiled, and turned to leave once again. “I’ll see you next Wednesday.”
Massu watched Ueda making his way away from the apartment, and that same excitement he’d felt when he first realised he wanted to find out more about the other began to flow through him again. Maybe there was more he was yet to find out, after all.