massathon fic stalls out
original intent: Four times Massu Got Caught With a Hand in Someone Else's Pants (And the ONE Time it was Actually Pervy)
"Alright, so i need you to reach down into my pants and--" Tegoshi's eyes sparkled as he talked, trying to explain his latest idea for a magic trick.
"Your pants?"
"Right, you reach down--" Massu pulled Tegoshi's waistband out and stuck his hand in, "--into my pants and--"
Shige cleared his throat from the doorway. He was an interesting shade of red. "I'm going to leave and come back and you two will be finished and we will never speak of this again. Ok?"
~~~
"Two minutes!" a tech called up and down the hall, frantic juniors running back and forth past the open dressing room door. "Two minutes!"
"Crap," Shige hissed and grabbed the nearest person to him--Massu. "Do you mind?" he asked and holding out the waistband of his pants. "I don't have enough time and I can't get it by myself. I just cut the tag off, but the little plastic thing is stuck inside the jeans."
Massu ran a hand down the front of Shige's pants, obligingly looking for the remainder of the tag. Once he found it, he pinched it in place with one hand, then snaked a hand down the inside of Shige's pants to try and wiggle it free.
"45 seconds!" a harried tech shouted from somewhere closer to the stage, and Shige hissed "Hurry up!" in that tense, time-panicked voice people get when they're due on stage and their costumes aren't on yet.
"Almost there," Massu whispered, concentrating, talking to the piece of plastic in his hands more than anything or anyone else.
And then Ryo pushed past them both, still doing triple-checks that everything was in place. "God, get a room already," Ryo muttered, thumping Shige extra hard on his way.
"Dammit!" Massu cried as he lost the little plastic nub in all the jostling, while Shige sputtered indignantly.
"Alright, so i need you to reach down into my pants and--" Tegoshi's eyes sparkled as he talked, trying to explain his latest idea for a magic trick.
"Your pants?"
"Right, you reach down--" Massu pulled Tegoshi's waistband out and stuck his hand in, "--into my pants and--"
Shige cleared his throat from the doorway. He was an interesting shade of red. "I'm going to leave and come back and you two will be finished and we will never speak of this again. Ok?"
~~~
"Two minutes!" a tech called up and down the hall, frantic juniors running back and forth past the open dressing room door. "Two minutes!"
"Crap," Shige hissed and grabbed the nearest person to him--Massu. "Do you mind?" he asked and holding out the waistband of his pants. "I don't have enough time and I can't get it by myself. I just cut the tag off, but the little plastic thing is stuck inside the jeans."
Massu ran a hand down the front of Shige's pants, obligingly looking for the remainder of the tag. Once he found it, he pinched it in place with one hand, then snaked a hand down the inside of Shige's pants to try and wiggle it free.
"45 seconds!" a harried tech shouted from somewhere closer to the stage, and Shige hissed "Hurry up!" in that tense, time-panicked voice people get when they're due on stage and their costumes aren't on yet.
"Almost there," Massu whispered, concentrating, talking to the piece of plastic in his hands more than anything or anyone else.
And then Ryo pushed past them both, still doing triple-checks that everything was in place. "God, get a room already," Ryo muttered, thumping Shige extra hard on his way.
"Dammit!" Massu cried as he lost the little plastic nub in all the jostling, while Shige sputtered indignantly.