kiss the boy.
three times Yuto steals a kiss from Keito and one time Keito takes it back
pair: okamoto keito x nakajima yuto
rating: pg-13
summary: sha-la-la-la-la-la my oh my.
wordcount: 2070 what on earth
note: First and foremost for Bre because feels everywhere. For t-list because tears of blood. And partly for Keito, that poor sod, I feel so sorry for him half the time and he doesn't even know who I am. Bless. Title awkwardly taken from The Little Mermaid, because Yuto is Eric and Keito wants to be part of your world.
1. Sleepyhead & Lazybones
It’s a double bed.
They’d been prepared for it when the hotel manager apologized profusely for the lack of singles, and they’d known that at least one room would get the double, but as with any unfortunate or awkward (or both) situations, you always expect it to happen to someone else.
They stare at it in silence for a moment, then Yuto yells, “DIBS ON THE RIGHT!” and takes a running leap onto the bed. Keito snorts, and works on dragging their bags in as Yuto begins a very convincing imitation of a fish swimming through the sea of sheets.
“As long as you don’t break it, I’ll be happy,” he jokes. With the luggage safely stowed he looks over at the bed again and sighs. “This feels kind of girly.”
“Oooh, like a slumber party right?” Yuto giggles and rolls on the bed in a manner he thinks to be characteristic of a 13-year-old girl. “Ne, ne, Keiko-chan, come over and I’ll braid your hair~!”
Keito laughs and cuffs him on the head. “Next thing you know you’ll be asking to cuddle and share secrets.”
Three hours later, the lights are out, the two of them are huddled under the blankets, and Yuto has just divulged the deepest darkest secret of how he once exploded a light bulb while experimenting with the power sockets in his house (and Keito can’t tell anyone, ever, because not even Raiya knows and that’s how big a secret it is). He waits in anticipation for the other boy’s promise of eternal secrecy, but when none comes he frowns and nudges his friend.
“Oi, this is the part where you cross your heart and swear to die,” he says, but Keito only replies with a sleepy chuckle.
“You can trust me,” he mumbles, and Yuto frowns into the darkness.
“That isn’t enough!” But Keito’s breathing has already evened out into soft snores. Yuto huffs to himself for a moment, then abruptly turns on his side to glare at his friend.
“If you don’t promise, I’ll - I’ll seal your lips for you!” he threatens, but Keito doesn’t even stir. In the moonlight he looks peaceful, vulnerable even, his eyelashes a dark sweep across his cheekbones, his lips slightly parted. Yuto finds himself swallowing.
“I’m giving you three seconds to protest,” he warns. “Going once -” he leans in. “Going twice -” Keito sleeps soundly on. “Gone.”
He presses their lips together. It’s soft, just the gentlest, briefest contact between them, but Yuto can feel his heart pounding when he draws back. For a moment, the silence stretches on, and he holds his breath. But Keito just sighs, shifting in his sleep, and shuffles closer to the warmth.
Yuto laughs quietly, tracing a finger down Keito’s cheek. “And that’s another secret you’re gonna have to keep,” he whispers, and lets the sound of Keito’s breathing slowly lull him to sleep.
2. Deck the Halls
November: another year gone by, and another Christmas magazine spread to handle. As the staff buzz around throwing more fake snow around and hanging more tinsel, Keito flips through his notes and idly wonders if it’s even possible to bring a fresh perspective to Christmas - the fact that the issues still get snapped up year after year makes him think that selective amnesia must be prevalent amongst fans, given that they haven’t tired of Santa Claus, elves, and reindeer yet. They probably wouldn’t notice even if they recycled an old photo shoot, but he knows better than to voice that out loud.
His train of thought comes to an abrupt end when two long arms wrap around him and trap him in a headlock. “Keeeeiiiitooooo~” Yuto sing songs, ruffling his hair like he has no idea how mad the make up girls will be. “It’s our tuuuurn~!”
Keito struggles in his friend’s hold, but it’s pretty much a lost cause. He hangs his head and sighs, succumbing to the Nakajima noogie altogether. “That’s if I survive the wrath of make up first.”
But it turns out that it isn’t the make up girls he has to worry about - for a moment after the photographer explains his concept for the year, he can only blink owlishly back and wonder whether he got trapped in some BL fan’s dream by accident.
“A…kissing concept,” he says slowly, and the photographer nods enthusiastically, not seeming to register the look of horror dawning on his subject’s face.
“We’re trying to touch on the idea of love without boundaries this year,” he explains, hands flying through the air in his excitement. “And really, that’s what the Christmas spirit is all about, isn’t it!”
“That’s, uh, I’m not sure if it’s -” Keito’s not sure how to tell the photographer that it’s not quite Christmas spirit but blatant fanservice that he’s proposing, and he looks to Yuto for help in expounding this. To his horror, he finds the other boy nodding thoughtfully.
“It’s a great idea,” he says, completely won over while Keito dies quietly inside. “The world needs to understand the need for acceptance and open-mindedness! Right Keito?” He turns to his friend and beams, clearly not registering any of Keito’s frantic brain waves of THIS IS A BAD IDEA MISSION ABORT MISSION ABORT. The photographer, similarly unaware of the psychic frenzy Keito has been working himself into, claps his hands together and smiles.
“As expected of Johnnys - you’re all so professional and mature,” he says, and Keito nearly bites his tongue in an attempt to stop himself from telling him about the time Yuto got into a fight with a tree and thought it was an alien. “Now if you could just stand under the mistletoe we’ve got hanging over there -”
Keito doesn’t have much time to protest before Yuto’s dragging him over and positioning him under the sprig of mistletoe. At some point his look of absolute terror must have finally registered because the photographer chuckles a bit and says, “Don’t worry Okamoto-san, you won’t actually be kissing - we just want to capture the feeling of it so you just need to be close to one another.”
“Got it,” Keito says, though what he really means is THAT DOESN’T MAKE IT ANY BETTER, especially when Yuto suddenly leans in so close he nearly goes cross-eyed.
“Kei-to~” he sings, grinning goofily at his friend. “It’s okay, ne,” he adds quietly. “It’s just me.” Keito just smiles back weakly, not quite able to explain to his friend that that was exactly the problem.
“Perfect!” the photographer shouts, and instantly the shutters go off, clicking furiously for a moment. After a moment he pauses, then tells them, “Nakajima-san, you’re alright, but I need you to relax a little, Okamoto-san.”
Keito swallows, and manages a small, “Okay.” before he tries to force himself to calm down. Yuto is too close and for some reason it’s impeding his ability to understand the concept of breathing. The snapping goes on for a while longer before the same complaint gets launched. “You really need to loosen up, Okamoto-san, you look like a deer in headlights.”
Keito laughs nervously and mutters a quick, “I’m sorry”, but for some reason he can’t seem to unfreeze his features, and after a moment the photographer starts to get impatient. “Maybe you need a break, Okamoto-san -”
He’s just about to agree, apologise, leave the room and take a few deep breaths, when Yuto suddenly says, “It’s okay, I got it!” and then he’s closing the gap and Keito actually does go cross-eyed because Yuto’s kissing him and his lips are ridiculously soft and his eyelashes are long and oh my god they’re in a photo shoot.
In hindsight, it was totally worth it - they couldn’t publish the actual kiss, but the photo of the post-kiss was a hit for its “authenticity” and “candidness” - even if Keito fell into the Christmas tree and they both ended up being scolded for two hours after that.
3. Misadventures in the Kitchen
“Is it ready yet?”
“Yuto, we just put it in.”
“But the package said it was instant.”
“Yes, but that’s only the mix. You still have to wait for it to bake.”
“…That’s not very honest.”
“That’s how cake mixes work. Have I ever told you that you resemble a Magikarp when you pout?”
“Shut up.”
“Sorry.” Snickering. “Wanna help me make the icing?”
“Ooh okay. What’s in it?”
“Chocolate mostly. I’ll need to whip this butter first though.”
“Sounds easy enough.”
A click, then the whirr of a mixer.
“What’s next?”
“The powdered sugar. The chocolate comes last.”
“Got it.”
The rustling of a paper bag. Bowls clinking. The whirr of the mixer continues for a while, then comes to a slow stop.
“And it’s done.”
“Yay! I want to try it~”
“People usually say that before they stick their hand into the bowl.”
“It’s goooood! Here, Keito, try some!”
“I can get it myself! Oi!”
“Oops.” Giggles. “Sorry.”
“It’s all over my face now, isn’t it.”
Laughter. “Just around your mouth, really.”
“Man.” The soft rip of a paper towel being torn. More rustling.
Chuckling. “It’s still there.”
“Damn it.”
“You know what, let me get it for you.”
“Oh than- mmph.”
“Mmm.”
Silence. The sound of shuffling, breathing.
“…”
“There, it’s all gone!”
“…Ah.”
“That was good icing.”
“…Yeah.”
“Have I ever told you that you resemble a Jynx when you gape?”
“Shut up.”
+1: Lifting the Kiss Ban
Yuto reads through the script one more time, but like the 67 times before it he gets stuck at the same part. He heaves a sigh and collapses back onto the bed, grumbling unintelligibly at the ceiling. Keito doesn’t even look up from his laptop. “Not working out?”
“I DON’T KNOW HOW TO DO A KISS SCENE,” he wails, covering his face with his script. “We need another kiss ban!”
“Chinen fared pretty well,” Keito offers, typing another line into his essay. Yuto snorts and throws his script over the side of the bed.
“It’s different,” he complains, but instead of the comforting agreement and reassurance he expects from his friend Keito just laughs. “It’s not that hard,” he says, and Yuto can’t help but sit up in sheer indignation.
“Have you even kissed a girl before?”
“Sure I have.”
“Just one?”
Keito pauses and looks up. His eyebrows crease as he starts thinking, and he looks down again to start counting off on his fingers. Yuto frowns and throws a pillow at him.
“I bet you’re a lousy kisser!” he declares, sticking his tongue out and flopping back down on the bed. Keito laughs, holding the pillow to his chest as he moves to sit down beside him.
“I’ve been told otherwise,” he says slyly, and Yuto feels a sudden stab of jealousy. He sits up again, turning to narrow his eyes at the other boy. “Prove it,” he says.
Keito blinks. “Really?”
Yuto folds his arms. “Really.”
The older boy chuckles. “Okay,” he says, and cups Yuto’s face in his hands. Before Yuto can register the implications of his challenge Keito is already leaning in to kiss him. It’s warm, Keito smells like soap and maple syrup and Yuto can feel his heart rate tripling as Keito’s lips move against his own, soft and gentle. He doesn’t expect the swipe of tongue against the seam of his lips and he gasps, lips parting. Keito hums, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, and Yuto finds himself making an embarrassing noise that is most definitely not a moan.
It feels like ten seconds the same way it feels like an hour, and Yuto also certainly does not try to chase Keito’s lips when he pulls away. For a moment they sit in silence, each catching their breath, and it’s only when Keito clears his throat that Yuto realizes that he’d been staring at his best friend’s mouth.
“Well?” he says expectantly, his flushed cheeks betraying the mock arrogance in his tone. Yuto opens his mouth, closes it, then looks down to hide a smile.
“I think,” he says slowly, wrapping his arms around Keito’s shoulders and looking up at him through his eyelashes. “I might need a little more convincing.”
Keito grins. “We’ve got time,” he replies, and leans in again.
A/N: WRITING KISSING IS HARD, also everyone should read Bre's drabble because it is cute times a thousand, FINALLY HAPPY OKAJIMA, a very good night to all.
pair: okamoto keito x nakajima yuto
rating: pg-13
summary: sha-la-la-la-la-la my oh my.
wordcount: 2070 what on earth
note: First and foremost for Bre because feels everywhere. For t-list because tears of blood. And partly for Keito, that poor sod, I feel so sorry for him half the time and he doesn't even know who I am. Bless. Title awkwardly taken from The Little Mermaid, because Yuto is Eric and Keito wants to be part of your world.
1. Sleepyhead & Lazybones
It’s a double bed.
They’d been prepared for it when the hotel manager apologized profusely for the lack of singles, and they’d known that at least one room would get the double, but as with any unfortunate or awkward (or both) situations, you always expect it to happen to someone else.
They stare at it in silence for a moment, then Yuto yells, “DIBS ON THE RIGHT!” and takes a running leap onto the bed. Keito snorts, and works on dragging their bags in as Yuto begins a very convincing imitation of a fish swimming through the sea of sheets.
“As long as you don’t break it, I’ll be happy,” he jokes. With the luggage safely stowed he looks over at the bed again and sighs. “This feels kind of girly.”
“Oooh, like a slumber party right?” Yuto giggles and rolls on the bed in a manner he thinks to be characteristic of a 13-year-old girl. “Ne, ne, Keiko-chan, come over and I’ll braid your hair~!”
Keito laughs and cuffs him on the head. “Next thing you know you’ll be asking to cuddle and share secrets.”
Three hours later, the lights are out, the two of them are huddled under the blankets, and Yuto has just divulged the deepest darkest secret of how he once exploded a light bulb while experimenting with the power sockets in his house (and Keito can’t tell anyone, ever, because not even Raiya knows and that’s how big a secret it is). He waits in anticipation for the other boy’s promise of eternal secrecy, but when none comes he frowns and nudges his friend.
“Oi, this is the part where you cross your heart and swear to die,” he says, but Keito only replies with a sleepy chuckle.
“You can trust me,” he mumbles, and Yuto frowns into the darkness.
“That isn’t enough!” But Keito’s breathing has already evened out into soft snores. Yuto huffs to himself for a moment, then abruptly turns on his side to glare at his friend.
“If you don’t promise, I’ll - I’ll seal your lips for you!” he threatens, but Keito doesn’t even stir. In the moonlight he looks peaceful, vulnerable even, his eyelashes a dark sweep across his cheekbones, his lips slightly parted. Yuto finds himself swallowing.
“I’m giving you three seconds to protest,” he warns. “Going once -” he leans in. “Going twice -” Keito sleeps soundly on. “Gone.”
He presses their lips together. It’s soft, just the gentlest, briefest contact between them, but Yuto can feel his heart pounding when he draws back. For a moment, the silence stretches on, and he holds his breath. But Keito just sighs, shifting in his sleep, and shuffles closer to the warmth.
Yuto laughs quietly, tracing a finger down Keito’s cheek. “And that’s another secret you’re gonna have to keep,” he whispers, and lets the sound of Keito’s breathing slowly lull him to sleep.
2. Deck the Halls
November: another year gone by, and another Christmas magazine spread to handle. As the staff buzz around throwing more fake snow around and hanging more tinsel, Keito flips through his notes and idly wonders if it’s even possible to bring a fresh perspective to Christmas - the fact that the issues still get snapped up year after year makes him think that selective amnesia must be prevalent amongst fans, given that they haven’t tired of Santa Claus, elves, and reindeer yet. They probably wouldn’t notice even if they recycled an old photo shoot, but he knows better than to voice that out loud.
His train of thought comes to an abrupt end when two long arms wrap around him and trap him in a headlock. “Keeeeiiiitooooo~” Yuto sing songs, ruffling his hair like he has no idea how mad the make up girls will be. “It’s our tuuuurn~!”
Keito struggles in his friend’s hold, but it’s pretty much a lost cause. He hangs his head and sighs, succumbing to the Nakajima noogie altogether. “That’s if I survive the wrath of make up first.”
But it turns out that it isn’t the make up girls he has to worry about - for a moment after the photographer explains his concept for the year, he can only blink owlishly back and wonder whether he got trapped in some BL fan’s dream by accident.
“A…kissing concept,” he says slowly, and the photographer nods enthusiastically, not seeming to register the look of horror dawning on his subject’s face.
“We’re trying to touch on the idea of love without boundaries this year,” he explains, hands flying through the air in his excitement. “And really, that’s what the Christmas spirit is all about, isn’t it!”
“That’s, uh, I’m not sure if it’s -” Keito’s not sure how to tell the photographer that it’s not quite Christmas spirit but blatant fanservice that he’s proposing, and he looks to Yuto for help in expounding this. To his horror, he finds the other boy nodding thoughtfully.
“It’s a great idea,” he says, completely won over while Keito dies quietly inside. “The world needs to understand the need for acceptance and open-mindedness! Right Keito?” He turns to his friend and beams, clearly not registering any of Keito’s frantic brain waves of THIS IS A BAD IDEA MISSION ABORT MISSION ABORT. The photographer, similarly unaware of the psychic frenzy Keito has been working himself into, claps his hands together and smiles.
“As expected of Johnnys - you’re all so professional and mature,” he says, and Keito nearly bites his tongue in an attempt to stop himself from telling him about the time Yuto got into a fight with a tree and thought it was an alien. “Now if you could just stand under the mistletoe we’ve got hanging over there -”
Keito doesn’t have much time to protest before Yuto’s dragging him over and positioning him under the sprig of mistletoe. At some point his look of absolute terror must have finally registered because the photographer chuckles a bit and says, “Don’t worry Okamoto-san, you won’t actually be kissing - we just want to capture the feeling of it so you just need to be close to one another.”
“Got it,” Keito says, though what he really means is THAT DOESN’T MAKE IT ANY BETTER, especially when Yuto suddenly leans in so close he nearly goes cross-eyed.
“Kei-to~” he sings, grinning goofily at his friend. “It’s okay, ne,” he adds quietly. “It’s just me.” Keito just smiles back weakly, not quite able to explain to his friend that that was exactly the problem.
“Perfect!” the photographer shouts, and instantly the shutters go off, clicking furiously for a moment. After a moment he pauses, then tells them, “Nakajima-san, you’re alright, but I need you to relax a little, Okamoto-san.”
Keito swallows, and manages a small, “Okay.” before he tries to force himself to calm down. Yuto is too close and for some reason it’s impeding his ability to understand the concept of breathing. The snapping goes on for a while longer before the same complaint gets launched. “You really need to loosen up, Okamoto-san, you look like a deer in headlights.”
Keito laughs nervously and mutters a quick, “I’m sorry”, but for some reason he can’t seem to unfreeze his features, and after a moment the photographer starts to get impatient. “Maybe you need a break, Okamoto-san -”
He’s just about to agree, apologise, leave the room and take a few deep breaths, when Yuto suddenly says, “It’s okay, I got it!” and then he’s closing the gap and Keito actually does go cross-eyed because Yuto’s kissing him and his lips are ridiculously soft and his eyelashes are long and oh my god they’re in a photo shoot.
In hindsight, it was totally worth it - they couldn’t publish the actual kiss, but the photo of the post-kiss was a hit for its “authenticity” and “candidness” - even if Keito fell into the Christmas tree and they both ended up being scolded for two hours after that.
3. Misadventures in the Kitchen
“Is it ready yet?”
“Yuto, we just put it in.”
“But the package said it was instant.”
“Yes, but that’s only the mix. You still have to wait for it to bake.”
“…That’s not very honest.”
“That’s how cake mixes work. Have I ever told you that you resemble a Magikarp when you pout?”
“Shut up.”
“Sorry.” Snickering. “Wanna help me make the icing?”
“Ooh okay. What’s in it?”
“Chocolate mostly. I’ll need to whip this butter first though.”
“Sounds easy enough.”
A click, then the whirr of a mixer.
“What’s next?”
“The powdered sugar. The chocolate comes last.”
“Got it.”
The rustling of a paper bag. Bowls clinking. The whirr of the mixer continues for a while, then comes to a slow stop.
“And it’s done.”
“Yay! I want to try it~”
“People usually say that before they stick their hand into the bowl.”
“It’s goooood! Here, Keito, try some!”
“I can get it myself! Oi!”
“Oops.” Giggles. “Sorry.”
“It’s all over my face now, isn’t it.”
Laughter. “Just around your mouth, really.”
“Man.” The soft rip of a paper towel being torn. More rustling.
Chuckling. “It’s still there.”
“Damn it.”
“You know what, let me get it for you.”
“Oh than- mmph.”
“Mmm.”
Silence. The sound of shuffling, breathing.
“…”
“There, it’s all gone!”
“…Ah.”
“That was good icing.”
“…Yeah.”
“Have I ever told you that you resemble a Jynx when you gape?”
“Shut up.”
+1: Lifting the Kiss Ban
Yuto reads through the script one more time, but like the 67 times before it he gets stuck at the same part. He heaves a sigh and collapses back onto the bed, grumbling unintelligibly at the ceiling. Keito doesn’t even look up from his laptop. “Not working out?”
“I DON’T KNOW HOW TO DO A KISS SCENE,” he wails, covering his face with his script. “We need another kiss ban!”
“Chinen fared pretty well,” Keito offers, typing another line into his essay. Yuto snorts and throws his script over the side of the bed.
“It’s different,” he complains, but instead of the comforting agreement and reassurance he expects from his friend Keito just laughs. “It’s not that hard,” he says, and Yuto can’t help but sit up in sheer indignation.
“Have you even kissed a girl before?”
“Sure I have.”
“Just one?”
Keito pauses and looks up. His eyebrows crease as he starts thinking, and he looks down again to start counting off on his fingers. Yuto frowns and throws a pillow at him.
“I bet you’re a lousy kisser!” he declares, sticking his tongue out and flopping back down on the bed. Keito laughs, holding the pillow to his chest as he moves to sit down beside him.
“I’ve been told otherwise,” he says slyly, and Yuto feels a sudden stab of jealousy. He sits up again, turning to narrow his eyes at the other boy. “Prove it,” he says.
Keito blinks. “Really?”
Yuto folds his arms. “Really.”
The older boy chuckles. “Okay,” he says, and cups Yuto’s face in his hands. Before Yuto can register the implications of his challenge Keito is already leaning in to kiss him. It’s warm, Keito smells like soap and maple syrup and Yuto can feel his heart rate tripling as Keito’s lips move against his own, soft and gentle. He doesn’t expect the swipe of tongue against the seam of his lips and he gasps, lips parting. Keito hums, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, and Yuto finds himself making an embarrassing noise that is most definitely not a moan.
It feels like ten seconds the same way it feels like an hour, and Yuto also certainly does not try to chase Keito’s lips when he pulls away. For a moment they sit in silence, each catching their breath, and it’s only when Keito clears his throat that Yuto realizes that he’d been staring at his best friend’s mouth.
“Well?” he says expectantly, his flushed cheeks betraying the mock arrogance in his tone. Yuto opens his mouth, closes it, then looks down to hide a smile.
“I think,” he says slowly, wrapping his arms around Keito’s shoulders and looking up at him through his eyelashes. “I might need a little more convincing.”
Keito grins. “We’ve got time,” he replies, and leans in again.
A/N: WRITING KISSING IS HARD, also everyone should read Bre's drabble because it is cute times a thousand, FINALLY HAPPY OKAJIMA, a very good night to all.