[Drabble] Started out with a kiss
Started out with a kiss
Kisumai - Kitayama/Fujigaya
517 words, PG-13
Kitayama thinks he has it all figured out until Fujigaya kisses him.
Another WIP to cross off the list. Twitfic drabble that underwent surgery (with much help from omoikkiri, who still sucks despite anything she says.)
"This is where you tell me why I'm paying for your booze, you are so not my kouhai," says Kitayama to Fujigaya, clearly miffed.
Drunken Fujigaya is about the only Fujigaya that Kitayama allows himself to call cute, and it's the truth because Fujigaya has this adorable way of tilting his head in confusion when he's inebriated and he likes cuddling and touching. A lot.
What makes it easier is that Fujigaya never seems to remember all the details the day after and Kitayama likes it that way. It keeps things neater, keeps things uncomplicated.
"Thank youuuuuuu~," Fujigaya says out of the blue, speech slurred as he gives Kitayama a contented, smashed smile. "I'd never have made it this far without you... without all of us, you know?"
And then Fujigaya's lips are covering Kitayama's in a sloppy, drunken kiss.
It's a mistake, Kitayama's sober enough to know that much, but Fujigaya's lips are soft and Kitayama's happy, so he doesn’t try to stop it, instead leaning in to deepen the kiss, his fingers tangling in Fujigaya’s hair. It seems messy, but it’s really just something else to sweep under the rug when the sun rises.
They make it to Kitayama's apartment, but they don’t make it to the bedroom. It's better this way, Kitayama thinks as Fujigaya's nails dig into his back, less official and easier to ignore. The floor is hard, but the feel of Fujigaya's body pressed up against him more than makes up for it.
~
When the morning after comes, things go as expected. Fujigaya has a hangover but deals with it, not even asking how he ends up on Kitayama’s couch, and happily borrows what clothes he can fit into. Kitayama winces as he tugs a shirt over his head, the scratches stinging as he hurries out the door. It’s the neat little ending he needed. However, that doesn't explain the knot of disappointment in his stomach when Fujigaya doesn't say seem to recall anything.
~
It's not until two days later that Fujigaya grabs his hand to drag him out of the dressing room and into the nearest closet.
"Was I that bad or what?" Fujigaya demands, the sheer amount of annoyance so nearly tangible in an instant.
Kitayama is speechless, gaping at Fujigaya in surprise. "You didn't say anything!" he exclaims, unable to decide if he was cross about being lied to or happy to now know the truth. Apparently it hadn’t been swept under the rug so neatly. Kitayama is suddenly aware of a mess on his hands. A mess called Fujigaya Taisuke, who is glowering at him.
Fujigaya crosses his arms. "I kissed you first," he points out. "You kiss me the second time, dammit, I'm not doing this on my own."
It might be another mistake to catch Fujigaya's mouth before he goes off again but Kitayama thinks he's allowed to indulge this time. One more kiss on a pile of other kisses that weren’t supposed to have happened can hardly hurt and then Fujigaya’s gets his tongue in Kitayama’s mouth, so Kitayama just stops caring.
Kisumai - Kitayama/Fujigaya
517 words, PG-13
Kitayama thinks he has it all figured out until Fujigaya kisses him.
Another WIP to cross off the list. Twitfic drabble that underwent surgery (with much help from omoikkiri, who still sucks despite anything she says.)
"This is where you tell me why I'm paying for your booze, you are so not my kouhai," says Kitayama to Fujigaya, clearly miffed.
Drunken Fujigaya is about the only Fujigaya that Kitayama allows himself to call cute, and it's the truth because Fujigaya has this adorable way of tilting his head in confusion when he's inebriated and he likes cuddling and touching. A lot.
What makes it easier is that Fujigaya never seems to remember all the details the day after and Kitayama likes it that way. It keeps things neater, keeps things uncomplicated.
"Thank youuuuuuu~," Fujigaya says out of the blue, speech slurred as he gives Kitayama a contented, smashed smile. "I'd never have made it this far without you... without all of us, you know?"
And then Fujigaya's lips are covering Kitayama's in a sloppy, drunken kiss.
It's a mistake, Kitayama's sober enough to know that much, but Fujigaya's lips are soft and Kitayama's happy, so he doesn’t try to stop it, instead leaning in to deepen the kiss, his fingers tangling in Fujigaya’s hair. It seems messy, but it’s really just something else to sweep under the rug when the sun rises.
They make it to Kitayama's apartment, but they don’t make it to the bedroom. It's better this way, Kitayama thinks as Fujigaya's nails dig into his back, less official and easier to ignore. The floor is hard, but the feel of Fujigaya's body pressed up against him more than makes up for it.
~
When the morning after comes, things go as expected. Fujigaya has a hangover but deals with it, not even asking how he ends up on Kitayama’s couch, and happily borrows what clothes he can fit into. Kitayama winces as he tugs a shirt over his head, the scratches stinging as he hurries out the door. It’s the neat little ending he needed. However, that doesn't explain the knot of disappointment in his stomach when Fujigaya doesn't say seem to recall anything.
~
It's not until two days later that Fujigaya grabs his hand to drag him out of the dressing room and into the nearest closet.
"Was I that bad or what?" Fujigaya demands, the sheer amount of annoyance so nearly tangible in an instant.
Kitayama is speechless, gaping at Fujigaya in surprise. "You didn't say anything!" he exclaims, unable to decide if he was cross about being lied to or happy to now know the truth. Apparently it hadn’t been swept under the rug so neatly. Kitayama is suddenly aware of a mess on his hands. A mess called Fujigaya Taisuke, who is glowering at him.
Fujigaya crosses his arms. "I kissed you first," he points out. "You kiss me the second time, dammit, I'm not doing this on my own."
It might be another mistake to catch Fujigaya's mouth before he goes off again but Kitayama thinks he's allowed to indulge this time. One more kiss on a pile of other kisses that weren’t supposed to have happened can hardly hurt and then Fujigaya’s gets his tongue in Kitayama’s mouth, so Kitayama just stops caring.