Fan Service -- PG-13 [Tegopi]
Yamapi isn’t one for overt public displays of affection. There’s a difference between fan service and actually groping your boyfriend with the clear intention towards taking it further in front of a crowd. One he’s been doing since the age of 13 and the other is something he’d rather just do in a slightly less populated venue.
Unfortunately, certain boyfriends have issues with understanding the difference between mostly innocent fan service and rubbing against someone as if they were a pole and said boyfriend happened to be a really horny cat.
They’re at a live and Tegoshi just can’t seem to keep the grinding down, he’s pressed up to Yamapi and their jeans are rubbing together and creating this glorious friction. Yamapi wants nothing more than to push Tegoshi over the nearest flat surface and proceed to ravish him. But the fact that there are about three thousand excited fans surrounding them on all sides is a slight impediment.
So Yamapi forces himself to focus on the lyrics to Weeeek and waving to his adoring fans. Not on his (very noticeable, he’s sure) erection, not on the fact that Tegoshi is smiling in that mysteriously seductive way and most definitely not on the fact that Tegoshi is still rubbing against him-his hips rolling forcefully against Yamapi’s.
They finish the song, everyone’s arms around everyone, and the crowd thunders their applause. News walks off and Ryo starts talking to Yamapi about their schedule for tomorrow. But all Yamapi can think about is pushing Tegoshi into a nearby dressing room.
Meanwhile, Tegoshi is giggling pleasantly with Massu. Yamapi grits his teeth and thinks to himself that this has got to end.
That night, when Tegoshi and Yamapi get back to Yamapi’s apartment and Tegoshi’s collarbones has had some new reddish/puple-ish spots added to it, Yamapi brings it up.
“I’ve been thinking…” he starts. Tegoshi has sidled up to him and now puts his head on Yamapi’s chest, his cheek flat against Yamapi. “It’s sometimes really hard when you go overboard on fan service.”
Tegoshi instantly sits up. “You don’t like it when we fan service?” he asks, his voice dangerously quiet. Yamapi knows that this is a loaded question. And yet he can’t help but answer, “It puts me in a difficult situation.” Before Yamapi can even think to explain or extricate himself, Tegoshi goes over and turns off the lights before lying down at the very edge of the bed, facing away from Yamapi.
Yamapi starts speaking, but Tegoshi just pulls the covers over his head and burrows under the pillow.
When Yamapi wakes up the next morning, Tegoshi is back to his normal self. He wakes Yamapi up with a slow, breathless kiss that leaves Yamapi to assume that the previous night is forgotten.
Once Yamapi and Tegoshi get to work, he realizes just how wrong he is.
The next week is a trial of sorts. Tegoshi decides to act like a stripper with everyone else in News except for Yamapi. At home, Tegoshi is the same as always, bubbly, cheerful and ready to pull off Yamapi’s pants once they enter the doorway. But whenever Yamapi tries to bring up the idea of fan service, Tegoshi gives him a withering glance that makes parts of Yamapi want to run and hide.
So it continues, for a week, Tegoshi ignoring Yamapi like mad during the day but fingers tangling in hair and bruising kisses at night.
Yamapi thinks he might be going crazy.
It comes to a head when the other members finally work up the nerve to talk to Yamapi.
“See, it’s not that it bothers me…” Shige says with a red face. “But…it bothers me. I’m not the only one either.” He says in a conspiratorial whisper. “I would appreciate it if you would talk to Tegoshi.
Ryo is blunter. “Get your boyfriend to stop acting like an animal in heat.”
Yamapi sees it in the other members as well. Massu has been nervously collecting food like a squirrel and Koyama’s air punches have been a little less warm-hearted.
Yamapi takes Tegoshi aside after vocal practice ends into one of the empty practice rooms. Before Tegoshi can talk, Yamapi clamps his hand over Tegoshi’s mouth and holds firm, despite some slight squirming on Tegoshi’s part.
“I need to talk to you,” he says slowly. “If I let you go, will you listen?” Tegoshi nods slowly, his eyes measuring.
“You can’t do that kind of fan service with the other members. It makes them uncomfortable.” Yamapi thinks for a moment. “It makes me uncomfortable!”
Tegoshi pouts. “No one likes my dancing.” His lower lip starts trembling.
Yamapi rushes forward to hug Tegoshi. “It’s not that no one likes your dancing. It’s that….” He searches for the right words. “It’s too good!”
Tegoshi frowns again, but his hands start wandering down Yamapi backside until they creep under his shirt. “So you don’t want me to dance with them in the same way I dance with you?” Tegoshi absent-mindedly starts playing the skin right at Yamapi’s hips.
“Yes.” He says, wondering if it’s a yes-or-no question. Tegoshi’s hands go lower again and Yamapi wonders why he had pulled Tegoshi aside in the first place. Then Tegoshi licks his lips and pulls Yamapi close so that Yamapi can feel the heat radiating off Tegoshi’s body.
“What are we here for?” He asks dazedly. Tegoshi just smiles and leans in closer so that all Yamapi can do is wrap his arms even firmer around Tegoshi and lean in for a kiss.
At their next live appearance, Tegoshi can’t keep his hands to himself all throughout the concert. Specifically he keeps them all over Yamapi. But after the concert, when they’re in the janitor’s closet, Yamapi can’t help but think everything worked out for a happy ending.
Unfortunately, certain boyfriends have issues with understanding the difference between mostly innocent fan service and rubbing against someone as if they were a pole and said boyfriend happened to be a really horny cat.
They’re at a live and Tegoshi just can’t seem to keep the grinding down, he’s pressed up to Yamapi and their jeans are rubbing together and creating this glorious friction. Yamapi wants nothing more than to push Tegoshi over the nearest flat surface and proceed to ravish him. But the fact that there are about three thousand excited fans surrounding them on all sides is a slight impediment.
So Yamapi forces himself to focus on the lyrics to Weeeek and waving to his adoring fans. Not on his (very noticeable, he’s sure) erection, not on the fact that Tegoshi is smiling in that mysteriously seductive way and most definitely not on the fact that Tegoshi is still rubbing against him-his hips rolling forcefully against Yamapi’s.
They finish the song, everyone’s arms around everyone, and the crowd thunders their applause. News walks off and Ryo starts talking to Yamapi about their schedule for tomorrow. But all Yamapi can think about is pushing Tegoshi into a nearby dressing room.
Meanwhile, Tegoshi is giggling pleasantly with Massu. Yamapi grits his teeth and thinks to himself that this has got to end.
That night, when Tegoshi and Yamapi get back to Yamapi’s apartment and Tegoshi’s collarbones has had some new reddish/puple-ish spots added to it, Yamapi brings it up.
“I’ve been thinking…” he starts. Tegoshi has sidled up to him and now puts his head on Yamapi’s chest, his cheek flat against Yamapi. “It’s sometimes really hard when you go overboard on fan service.”
Tegoshi instantly sits up. “You don’t like it when we fan service?” he asks, his voice dangerously quiet. Yamapi knows that this is a loaded question. And yet he can’t help but answer, “It puts me in a difficult situation.” Before Yamapi can even think to explain or extricate himself, Tegoshi goes over and turns off the lights before lying down at the very edge of the bed, facing away from Yamapi.
Yamapi starts speaking, but Tegoshi just pulls the covers over his head and burrows under the pillow.
When Yamapi wakes up the next morning, Tegoshi is back to his normal self. He wakes Yamapi up with a slow, breathless kiss that leaves Yamapi to assume that the previous night is forgotten.
Once Yamapi and Tegoshi get to work, he realizes just how wrong he is.
The next week is a trial of sorts. Tegoshi decides to act like a stripper with everyone else in News except for Yamapi. At home, Tegoshi is the same as always, bubbly, cheerful and ready to pull off Yamapi’s pants once they enter the doorway. But whenever Yamapi tries to bring up the idea of fan service, Tegoshi gives him a withering glance that makes parts of Yamapi want to run and hide.
So it continues, for a week, Tegoshi ignoring Yamapi like mad during the day but fingers tangling in hair and bruising kisses at night.
Yamapi thinks he might be going crazy.
It comes to a head when the other members finally work up the nerve to talk to Yamapi.
“See, it’s not that it bothers me…” Shige says with a red face. “But…it bothers me. I’m not the only one either.” He says in a conspiratorial whisper. “I would appreciate it if you would talk to Tegoshi.
Ryo is blunter. “Get your boyfriend to stop acting like an animal in heat.”
Yamapi sees it in the other members as well. Massu has been nervously collecting food like a squirrel and Koyama’s air punches have been a little less warm-hearted.
Yamapi takes Tegoshi aside after vocal practice ends into one of the empty practice rooms. Before Tegoshi can talk, Yamapi clamps his hand over Tegoshi’s mouth and holds firm, despite some slight squirming on Tegoshi’s part.
“I need to talk to you,” he says slowly. “If I let you go, will you listen?” Tegoshi nods slowly, his eyes measuring.
“You can’t do that kind of fan service with the other members. It makes them uncomfortable.” Yamapi thinks for a moment. “It makes me uncomfortable!”
Tegoshi pouts. “No one likes my dancing.” His lower lip starts trembling.
Yamapi rushes forward to hug Tegoshi. “It’s not that no one likes your dancing. It’s that….” He searches for the right words. “It’s too good!”
Tegoshi frowns again, but his hands start wandering down Yamapi backside until they creep under his shirt. “So you don’t want me to dance with them in the same way I dance with you?” Tegoshi absent-mindedly starts playing the skin right at Yamapi’s hips.
“Yes.” He says, wondering if it’s a yes-or-no question. Tegoshi’s hands go lower again and Yamapi wonders why he had pulled Tegoshi aside in the first place. Then Tegoshi licks his lips and pulls Yamapi close so that Yamapi can feel the heat radiating off Tegoshi’s body.
“What are we here for?” He asks dazedly. Tegoshi just smiles and leans in closer so that all Yamapi can do is wrap his arms even firmer around Tegoshi and lean in for a kiss.
At their next live appearance, Tegoshi can’t keep his hands to himself all throughout the concert. Specifically he keeps them all over Yamapi. But after the concert, when they’re in the janitor’s closet, Yamapi can’t help but think everything worked out for a happy ending.