One-shot: Glasses in Kisses
Title: Glasses in Kisses
Pairings/Characters: Ueda,Nakamaru
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: this is cheesy
Summary: For detarame, because she said she wanted MaruDa and I am that easy for my friends. (And wanted MaruDa too). Nakamaru might have a drama kiss. In glasses. He needs to know how that is done.
Notes: The title most likely makes sense in my head only. I know this. 1091 words.
Nakamaru stands in front of a mirror, putting the glasses on and off, trying different expressions, ruffling his own hair and glancing down at his character profile every so often. Ueda watches him from the door to their meeting room, speaking up only when Nakamaru notices him.
“Getting into your role?” he asks, chuckling when Nakamaru twitches a little.
“Not as much as you do,” he says. “Though I’m sure Kame would love it if I pretended to be gay in real life as well. With him mostly.”
Ueda tilts his head, but says nothing for a while.
“Stop watching,” Nakamaru protests.
“On set, everyone will be watching.” Ueda points out and goes to collect his things.
“Don’t act so cocky. I’ve done more drama work than you,” Nakamaru replies, turning back to the mirror.
Ueda shrugs from the doorway. “True. It’s about time you had your first kiss scene.”
Nakamaru chokes on thin air and starts to frantically leaf through his character sketch.
*
When Ueda looks up from his script two weeks later, glasses almost falling of his nose, he finds Nakamaru staring.
“What is it?”
“Nothing,” Nakamaru says, eyes glued to Ueda’s glasses.
“Right.” Ueda goes back to his reading.
“Do you . . .” Nakamaru starts. Ueda looks straight at him again, and Nakamaru looks down at his own feet. “Do you wear glasses no matter what you do?” he asks. “I mean, once you have them on. They’re not actually fake, so.” He stops and shakes his head.
“Well, showering is kind of hard with them on. So is boxing,” Ueda starts to count off the activities which are difficult to do with glasses on.
“Never mind,” Nakamaru waves him off and quickly exits the room.
*
“I’ve found Nakamaru staring at himself in the mirror in the bathroom,” Junno says, laughing, another week later.
“Was he making kissy faces? I caught him doing those when I met him for the radio taping yesterday,” Koki adds in.
“Definitely a kiss scene,” Kame says smugly.
“I think he doesn’t want your help, Kame,” Ueda says coolly because Kame’s already getting up.
Kame eyes him a little then shrugs. “He needs help for sure,” he says at last but goes back to reading his magazine.
*
“You have kissed a girl before,” Ueda says matter of factly, when he and Nakamaru are driven to a location shoot together and the driver is completely engrossed in some silly radio show.
“It’s not like that,” Nakamaru protest, his ears turning red.
“Is it about the filming crew watching? Just think you’re somewhere else. I’m sure they’ll actually want you to close your eyes.” Ueda imagines that-Nakamaru’s big nose, pouty lips and eyes tight shut. It’s not a funny image at all; of course it isn’t.
“I said. It’s not that,” Nakamaru bites his lip.
*
It clicks when Ueda is searching for his glasses that night, wanting to pen down some notes that popped out in his head before sleep.
It’s perfect opportunity. Nakamaru himself practically asked already.
*
“I’ll show you,” Ueda murmurs into Nakamaru’s ear when he catches him mumbling in the dressing room next day, his drama glasses in his hand. He should have gone home already, but apparently he got too distracted.
“Show me what?” Nakamaru asks.
“How to kiss in glasses,” Ueda says and leans close to Nakamaru’s faces. “I mean, the challenge isn’t any bigger than that of your nose,” he chuckles, and Nakamaru actually looks a bit cross.
“I don’t want your help.”
“I won’t tell Kame that you kissed a boy,” Ueda shushes him, grabbing for Nakamaru’s hand to take the glasses away from him.
“It’s not like that,” Nakamaru mumbles. Ueda stops midway through putting the glasses on for him.
“You kissed a boy before?” he asks.
Now Nakamaru looks positively bewildered-a reindeer caught in a spotlight-but he doesn’t move away. Ueda slips the glasses on his nose, making sure they are well on behind his ears.
The silence stretches between them, but not for too long.
“Look, you just need to tilt your head the right way and go slow,” Ueda says to thwack it, deciding to address the fact that Nakamaru doesn’t mind kissing boys in general only later. He demonstrates his instructions, bringing his hand into Nakamaru’s messy and longer hair-only for the drama, unfortunately-and tilting Nakamaru’s head as he comes closer. Nakamaru’s eyes cannot possibly be wider behind the glasses sitting on his nose. But just before his lips touch Ueda’s, they shut tight, and Nakamaru actually tries to lean in a little.
Ueda could stop now; kissing in the glasses is about the first step. Once you are passed that, it’s like any other kiss. Plus you can always take them off later on.
The drama definitely won’t require this much heat, Ueda thinks for a brief moment when he realizes it’s Nakamaru who is pressing his lips more firmly against Ueda’s lighter press. They’re plush and taste of coffee and some cake, and Ueda nibbles on them. When Nakamaru gasps, Ueda licks into his mouth like the opportunist that he is.
Even Nakamaru probably doesn’t believe they are still practicing when Ueda almost knocks his glasses off and straddles him on the sofa, the kiss deep and just a little desperate by now, far beyond the Japanese drama standards. American late night blockbuster maker would be proud of them. When Ueda finally pulls away, he is laughing.
“Now, I think you have the glasses and the gay part of your role down perfectly,” he says against Nakamaru’s lips.
Nakamaru gets so red so fast that Ueda is actually a little worried.
“I still like girls,” Nakamaru says at the end, eyes fixed on the spot of skin on Ueda’s collarbone. “But I like some boys too. Well, I obviously like you at least,” he gets out, a little wistful, when Ueda starts chuckling again.
“If you ever tell Kame I kiss boys, I will never do it again,” Nakamaru threatens when Ueda tilts his chin up and looks at him with glee and a smile that is just a little arrogant.
“I promised not to, didn’t I?” Ueda asks, stealing a quick peck. “It’s not like I would let him have you now anyway,” he adds and leans down for a proper kiss. He makes a mental note to think well of Nakamaru’s manager and the drama director. Coaxing Nakamaru into finally kissing him was so much easier this way.
end
Pairings/Characters: Ueda,Nakamaru
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: this is cheesy
Summary: For detarame, because she said she wanted MaruDa and I am that easy for my friends. (And wanted MaruDa too). Nakamaru might have a drama kiss. In glasses. He needs to know how that is done.
Notes: The title most likely makes sense in my head only. I know this. 1091 words.
Nakamaru stands in front of a mirror, putting the glasses on and off, trying different expressions, ruffling his own hair and glancing down at his character profile every so often. Ueda watches him from the door to their meeting room, speaking up only when Nakamaru notices him.
“Getting into your role?” he asks, chuckling when Nakamaru twitches a little.
“Not as much as you do,” he says. “Though I’m sure Kame would love it if I pretended to be gay in real life as well. With him mostly.”
Ueda tilts his head, but says nothing for a while.
“Stop watching,” Nakamaru protests.
“On set, everyone will be watching.” Ueda points out and goes to collect his things.
“Don’t act so cocky. I’ve done more drama work than you,” Nakamaru replies, turning back to the mirror.
Ueda shrugs from the doorway. “True. It’s about time you had your first kiss scene.”
Nakamaru chokes on thin air and starts to frantically leaf through his character sketch.
*
When Ueda looks up from his script two weeks later, glasses almost falling of his nose, he finds Nakamaru staring.
“What is it?”
“Nothing,” Nakamaru says, eyes glued to Ueda’s glasses.
“Right.” Ueda goes back to his reading.
“Do you . . .” Nakamaru starts. Ueda looks straight at him again, and Nakamaru looks down at his own feet. “Do you wear glasses no matter what you do?” he asks. “I mean, once you have them on. They’re not actually fake, so.” He stops and shakes his head.
“Well, showering is kind of hard with them on. So is boxing,” Ueda starts to count off the activities which are difficult to do with glasses on.
“Never mind,” Nakamaru waves him off and quickly exits the room.
*
“I’ve found Nakamaru staring at himself in the mirror in the bathroom,” Junno says, laughing, another week later.
“Was he making kissy faces? I caught him doing those when I met him for the radio taping yesterday,” Koki adds in.
“Definitely a kiss scene,” Kame says smugly.
“I think he doesn’t want your help, Kame,” Ueda says coolly because Kame’s already getting up.
Kame eyes him a little then shrugs. “He needs help for sure,” he says at last but goes back to reading his magazine.
*
“You have kissed a girl before,” Ueda says matter of factly, when he and Nakamaru are driven to a location shoot together and the driver is completely engrossed in some silly radio show.
“It’s not like that,” Nakamaru protest, his ears turning red.
“Is it about the filming crew watching? Just think you’re somewhere else. I’m sure they’ll actually want you to close your eyes.” Ueda imagines that-Nakamaru’s big nose, pouty lips and eyes tight shut. It’s not a funny image at all; of course it isn’t.
“I said. It’s not that,” Nakamaru bites his lip.
*
It clicks when Ueda is searching for his glasses that night, wanting to pen down some notes that popped out in his head before sleep.
It’s perfect opportunity. Nakamaru himself practically asked already.
*
“I’ll show you,” Ueda murmurs into Nakamaru’s ear when he catches him mumbling in the dressing room next day, his drama glasses in his hand. He should have gone home already, but apparently he got too distracted.
“Show me what?” Nakamaru asks.
“How to kiss in glasses,” Ueda says and leans close to Nakamaru’s faces. “I mean, the challenge isn’t any bigger than that of your nose,” he chuckles, and Nakamaru actually looks a bit cross.
“I don’t want your help.”
“I won’t tell Kame that you kissed a boy,” Ueda shushes him, grabbing for Nakamaru’s hand to take the glasses away from him.
“It’s not like that,” Nakamaru mumbles. Ueda stops midway through putting the glasses on for him.
“You kissed a boy before?” he asks.
Now Nakamaru looks positively bewildered-a reindeer caught in a spotlight-but he doesn’t move away. Ueda slips the glasses on his nose, making sure they are well on behind his ears.
The silence stretches between them, but not for too long.
“Look, you just need to tilt your head the right way and go slow,” Ueda says to thwack it, deciding to address the fact that Nakamaru doesn’t mind kissing boys in general only later. He demonstrates his instructions, bringing his hand into Nakamaru’s messy and longer hair-only for the drama, unfortunately-and tilting Nakamaru’s head as he comes closer. Nakamaru’s eyes cannot possibly be wider behind the glasses sitting on his nose. But just before his lips touch Ueda’s, they shut tight, and Nakamaru actually tries to lean in a little.
Ueda could stop now; kissing in the glasses is about the first step. Once you are passed that, it’s like any other kiss. Plus you can always take them off later on.
The drama definitely won’t require this much heat, Ueda thinks for a brief moment when he realizes it’s Nakamaru who is pressing his lips more firmly against Ueda’s lighter press. They’re plush and taste of coffee and some cake, and Ueda nibbles on them. When Nakamaru gasps, Ueda licks into his mouth like the opportunist that he is.
Even Nakamaru probably doesn’t believe they are still practicing when Ueda almost knocks his glasses off and straddles him on the sofa, the kiss deep and just a little desperate by now, far beyond the Japanese drama standards. American late night blockbuster maker would be proud of them. When Ueda finally pulls away, he is laughing.
“Now, I think you have the glasses and the gay part of your role down perfectly,” he says against Nakamaru’s lips.
Nakamaru gets so red so fast that Ueda is actually a little worried.
“I still like girls,” Nakamaru says at the end, eyes fixed on the spot of skin on Ueda’s collarbone. “But I like some boys too. Well, I obviously like you at least,” he gets out, a little wistful, when Ueda starts chuckling again.
“If you ever tell Kame I kiss boys, I will never do it again,” Nakamaru threatens when Ueda tilts his chin up and looks at him with glee and a smile that is just a little arrogant.
“I promised not to, didn’t I?” Ueda asks, stealing a quick peck. “It’s not like I would let him have you now anyway,” he adds and leans down for a proper kiss. He makes a mental note to think well of Nakamaru’s manager and the drama director. Coaxing Nakamaru into finally kissing him was so much easier this way.
end