a freak like me
pair: okamoto keito x nakajima yuto
rating: pg13 for PCD
summary: Yuto listens to more English music. He mistakenly believes this will aid him in the art of seduction.
wordcount: 860~
note: This was sitting around in my fic folder with nothing but the line THE ONE WHERE YUTO DOES A CAR WASH in it. Then yesterday Bre was sad, so I figured it was time to make this useful. Please blast this in the background for maximum effect. Consider this a warning.
Keito’s very proud of his car.
He doesn’t really show it - he’s not the sort who washes twice a day and polishes thrice a week, or changes the upholstery to pure leather and the hubcaps to sparkling silver, and he doesn’t drive it around with the windows down and music blasting. But he’s proud of his car - it does a good job, is comfortable, and he likes it.
So when he comes home one day and finds Pussycat Dolls blasting out of his car speakers, well. It’s not like he hates PCD or anything (read: he thinks they’re atrocious and should be stopped), it’s just that…he never really wanted to hear them playing in his car, you know? So he’s pretty clear about the “I’m not some pop junkie with bad music taste GTFO” stance, but his feelings are still…somewhat mixed. And it’s mostly because of what’s on top of his car.
First there are the soapsuds. Then there’s the Yuto. And not just any Yuto, no - it’s Yuto in a loose, falling-off-him-but-now-clinging-to-him white T-shirt and tight, almost illegally short denim shorts. And he’s washing Keito’s car. Or rather, he’s attempting to wash Keito’s car, but he’s mostly swirling the sponge around on the hood and getting more water on himself than onto the car itself, all while humming loudly to “Don’t Cha”.
Naturally, Keito doesn’t know what to feel. On the one hand, Nicole Sherzinger is asking whether he wishes his girlfriend was a freak like her. On the other, Yuto. It’s all very confusing, to say the least, so he spends the good part of a moment gaping before the other boy notices and, after flicking the suds out off his hair in a move scarily similar to Every Single Girl In A Car Washing Video Ever, saunters over.
“You’re home,” he purrs, and Keito’s still kind of stuck in the ‘there’s bad music but there is also sexy boy’ confusion, so the most he manages is a strangled, “What are you doing?”
“I just thought I should wash your car for you,” Yuto says, still managing to sound perfectly innocent despite his near non-existent clothing and the sleazy song in the background. “I got kind of bored, so I thought I’d put some music on -”
Keito pinches the bridge of his nose. “So you chose the Pussycat Dolls?”
If Yuto was looking for a reaction (and he probably was) Keito likely got the wrong one, because he swears that he can hear a pout in his reply. “What, they’re catchy! And they’ve got like, good beats and everything!”
“Really now.”
This time Yuto full on pouts and folds his arms. “Fine! It’s because Hikaru-kun told me it was sexy music to wash cars to!”
A part of his brain captures the “Hikaru-kun told me so” and saves it for later scrutiny (what was he doing giving out such recommendations anyway) but the rest of it trundles ahead and he ends up asking, “Why would you need sexy music to wash cars to?”
“Well!” Yuto huffs, and gestures at himself - sopping wet, barely passing for clothed, and it slowly dawns on Keito that he’s wearing one of his old Sophia shirts. “This was obviously going to be a happy surprise, but you don’t seem to appreciate or understand it!” He sniffs somewhat petulantly. “So much for being a University student.”
When it catches up with Keito, he can’t help it - he bursts out laughing. The set up, the music, his T-shirt - really, it’s too much. Yuto doesn’t take it too well, narrowing his eyes and huffing even more.
“At least you find it funny,” he grumbles, and makes to stomp off, but Keito manages to catch him and pull him into a hug, still chuckling as the soapy water seeps through his own dry clothes. Yuto struggles for a while, but eventually relents, and ends up sulking in Keito’s arms. When the last of the giggles have finally left Keito, he finally manages to ask the question that’s been on his mind.
“Do you even know what the lyrics are about?” he asks, the stupid smile not quite leaving his face. Yuto squirms a little and looks away, pouting harder.
“Obviously not,” he mutters. “I only caught the part about girlfriends, I wasn’t listening after that.”
“It’s a dumb song; it’s about this guy wishing his girlfriend was as good as the girl singing,” he chuckles a little at Yuto’s eyeroll and preempts the I get it, I chose a stupid song, get off my back already, pulling the other boy even closer so their foreheads touch. “But there’re some parts of the song that are pretty good, I think.”
Yuto squints at him. “Yeah? Like what?”
“Like the part where she says,” Keito lets his voice drop low. “I know you should be fucking me.”
There’s a pause. Just a brief one. Then Yuto leans back and stares Keito in the eye.
“Bed?”
Keito cocks his head at his Honda. “Car’s closer.”
So Keito isn’t the kind who washes his car twice a day. But just this once, he ends up having to scrub out the upholstery. Thrice.
A/N. Fun fact: Hikaru tried to get Yabu to wash his car to Don't Cha. It didn't work.
Also Nicole Sherzinger really is hot omfg
The point of this A/N was to say that I wrote this at 3am and didn't edit because embarrassed to reread. Let me know if TyPoz.
rating: pg13 for PCD
summary: Yuto listens to more English music. He mistakenly believes this will aid him in the art of seduction.
wordcount: 860~
note: This was sitting around in my fic folder with nothing but the line THE ONE WHERE YUTO DOES A CAR WASH in it. Then yesterday Bre was sad, so I figured it was time to make this useful. Please blast this in the background for maximum effect. Consider this a warning.
Keito’s very proud of his car.
He doesn’t really show it - he’s not the sort who washes twice a day and polishes thrice a week, or changes the upholstery to pure leather and the hubcaps to sparkling silver, and he doesn’t drive it around with the windows down and music blasting. But he’s proud of his car - it does a good job, is comfortable, and he likes it.
So when he comes home one day and finds Pussycat Dolls blasting out of his car speakers, well. It’s not like he hates PCD or anything (read: he thinks they’re atrocious and should be stopped), it’s just that…he never really wanted to hear them playing in his car, you know? So he’s pretty clear about the “I’m not some pop junkie with bad music taste GTFO” stance, but his feelings are still…somewhat mixed. And it’s mostly because of what’s on top of his car.
First there are the soapsuds. Then there’s the Yuto. And not just any Yuto, no - it’s Yuto in a loose, falling-off-him-but-now-clinging-to-him white T-shirt and tight, almost illegally short denim shorts. And he’s washing Keito’s car. Or rather, he’s attempting to wash Keito’s car, but he’s mostly swirling the sponge around on the hood and getting more water on himself than onto the car itself, all while humming loudly to “Don’t Cha”.
Naturally, Keito doesn’t know what to feel. On the one hand, Nicole Sherzinger is asking whether he wishes his girlfriend was a freak like her. On the other, Yuto. It’s all very confusing, to say the least, so he spends the good part of a moment gaping before the other boy notices and, after flicking the suds out off his hair in a move scarily similar to Every Single Girl In A Car Washing Video Ever, saunters over.
“You’re home,” he purrs, and Keito’s still kind of stuck in the ‘there’s bad music but there is also sexy boy’ confusion, so the most he manages is a strangled, “What are you doing?”
“I just thought I should wash your car for you,” Yuto says, still managing to sound perfectly innocent despite his near non-existent clothing and the sleazy song in the background. “I got kind of bored, so I thought I’d put some music on -”
Keito pinches the bridge of his nose. “So you chose the Pussycat Dolls?”
If Yuto was looking for a reaction (and he probably was) Keito likely got the wrong one, because he swears that he can hear a pout in his reply. “What, they’re catchy! And they’ve got like, good beats and everything!”
“Really now.”
This time Yuto full on pouts and folds his arms. “Fine! It’s because Hikaru-kun told me it was sexy music to wash cars to!”
A part of his brain captures the “Hikaru-kun told me so” and saves it for later scrutiny (what was he doing giving out such recommendations anyway) but the rest of it trundles ahead and he ends up asking, “Why would you need sexy music to wash cars to?”
“Well!” Yuto huffs, and gestures at himself - sopping wet, barely passing for clothed, and it slowly dawns on Keito that he’s wearing one of his old Sophia shirts. “This was obviously going to be a happy surprise, but you don’t seem to appreciate or understand it!” He sniffs somewhat petulantly. “So much for being a University student.”
When it catches up with Keito, he can’t help it - he bursts out laughing. The set up, the music, his T-shirt - really, it’s too much. Yuto doesn’t take it too well, narrowing his eyes and huffing even more.
“At least you find it funny,” he grumbles, and makes to stomp off, but Keito manages to catch him and pull him into a hug, still chuckling as the soapy water seeps through his own dry clothes. Yuto struggles for a while, but eventually relents, and ends up sulking in Keito’s arms. When the last of the giggles have finally left Keito, he finally manages to ask the question that’s been on his mind.
“Do you even know what the lyrics are about?” he asks, the stupid smile not quite leaving his face. Yuto squirms a little and looks away, pouting harder.
“Obviously not,” he mutters. “I only caught the part about girlfriends, I wasn’t listening after that.”
“It’s a dumb song; it’s about this guy wishing his girlfriend was as good as the girl singing,” he chuckles a little at Yuto’s eyeroll and preempts the I get it, I chose a stupid song, get off my back already, pulling the other boy even closer so their foreheads touch. “But there’re some parts of the song that are pretty good, I think.”
Yuto squints at him. “Yeah? Like what?”
“Like the part where she says,” Keito lets his voice drop low. “I know you should be fucking me.”
There’s a pause. Just a brief one. Then Yuto leans back and stares Keito in the eye.
“Bed?”
Keito cocks his head at his Honda. “Car’s closer.”
So Keito isn’t the kind who washes his car twice a day. But just this once, he ends up having to scrub out the upholstery. Thrice.
A/N. Fun fact: Hikaru tried to get Yabu to wash his car to Don't Cha. It didn't work.
Also Nicole Sherzinger really is hot omfg
The point of this A/N was to say that I wrote this at 3am and didn't edit because embarrassed to reread. Let me know if TyPoz.