fic; glad you came
Title: Glad you came
Pairing: Ueda/Nakamaru
Rating: NC-17
Summary: AU. Ueda meets a lot of different people working as a host, but somehow Nakamaru is different.
Author’s Notes: 4847 words. Basically I saw this the other day and was like omg Ueda looks like a host!! *_* And then I needed to write it. So here we are. This is the first time I’ve properly written a full Maruda fic so, erm, apologizes if I like completely messed them up. >_> Anyway, I hope you enjoy. :3 The title is taken from the song of the same name by The Wanted. ♥
As a host, Ueda gets a lot of different customers. Middle aged woman whose husbands are too busy with work to pay them attention. Young high school girls who come only once every few months when they have the money. Twenty-some year old heiresses with daddy’s money to burn.
There are men, too, sometimes. Ueda tends to like the male guests more, because they’re less giggly and less demanding. They don’t quite make Ueda feel like a piece of meat to fawn and flail over. It’s part of the job, though. He gets paid to sit around and be pretty, but after awhile it gets boring. The only thing that keeps him here is the good pay. And, well, he is the club’s number one host. It wouldn’t do if he just quit. Not to mention the number one host then would end up being obnoxious Nishikido who is currently number two, and Ueda would rather die than give that asshole his title.
Male customers are rare though, and usually come alone. Tonight, however, Ueda finds himself surrounded by a group of salarymen, all seemingly having come together after a day of hard work and reeking a bit of alcohol from previous stops.
Groups tend to annoy Ueda; they are always too many people and everyone gets hyped up too easily. At least Nishikido and Kamenashi and Ohkura are able to help out with the group tonight, otherwise Ueda might have sent the men packing much earlier than necessary.
Instead, he lounges back against the comfy leather couch and listens to the chatterbox of a young salaryman - Ueda thinks he introduced himself as Tegoshi? - rambles on about the mistakes he’s consistently made during his first week at the company and how his friend, the man named Masuda who is sitting beside him, had to help him out every time. All Ueda really has to do is nod and smile and refill their glasses when they get too empty and it’s mindless work.
He scans the other men that have come in with Tegoshi and his friend, and finds one that is sitting almost as far from the others as he can, and quietly sipping at his own drink, eyes trained on the shiny tips of his loafers. Ueda eyes him up and down, the clean cut black suit and kind face, and it’s easy to slip away from Tegoshi and Masuda and cross the table to join the other man.
“What’re you doing all alone?” he asks smoothly, plopping down onto the seat beside him, crossing his legs and throwing an arm casually behind the man’s shoulders, resting against the seat.
The man stiffens a little and Ueda offers him a smile which seems to effectively calm him down a bit. “Sorry,” he says, “I’m just not used to these kinds of places.”
Ueda could tell that much, but he humors him. Laughing, he says, “Just relax. We don’t bite.” Then, as an afterthought, “Well, Nishikido does, but I’ll keep you away from him.”
The man looks up at him, surprised, and then lets out a big laugh that sends an inexplicable shiver down Ueda’s spine.
He smiles and leans in a little closer. “I’m Ueda Tatsuya,” he offers.
“N-Nakamaru Yuichi,” the man replies, pulls out a business card from his wallet and hands it to Ueda with complete professionalism. Ueda glances at it and then tucks it into the inside pocket of his black suit jacket. “And thanks, I guess I was feeling really out of place before,” Nakamaru says. “It was Akanishi’s idea we come here.” He points to the man with poofy, curly hair talking to Kamenashi. “He said he’d gotten a group discount or something and that it shouldn’t be put to waste.” Nakamaru rolls his eyes. “Only he didn’t mention the hosts all being male.”
Ueda tilts his head to the side and asks in a low voice, “Does that bother you?”
Nakamaru shakes his head quickly, and a blush blooms high on his cheeks. “No,” he says, “it’s not that.” He takes another drink of his wine and Ueda instantly reaches for the bottle on the table when he finishes the glass.
“Calm down, Yuichi,” Ueda says coolly as he refills Nakamaru’s glass and then pours himself one, as well. It doesn’t go unnoticed that Nakamaru shudders a bit when Ueda says his name. “I’m just teasing you. It’s my job, after all.” He clinks his glass against Nakamaru’s.
Nakamaru laughs. “Right,” he says. “But you shouldn’t waste your efforts on me. It won’t work.”
Ueda smirks, eyes Nakamaru over the rim of his glass as he drinks slowly. He licks his lips and watches the way Nakamaru’s eyes widen ever so slightly before he glances away. The redness is still bright on his face. He grins. “Oh, really?” he says, amused. “We’ll see about that.”
Nakamaru is different than most of the men that come in. Those guys are always either really aggressive or really awkward. Nakamaru is sort of in the middle. But more than that, he’s surprisingly easy to talk to, and Ueda finds him far more interesting than anyone he’s had to entertain as of late, male or female. The better part of their evening is trading stories of their colleagues, while Ueda continuously fills their glasses with more wine. Nakamaru likes to talk, that much is clear, and after he gets a few more glasses in him, he’s almost impossible to stop.
But Ueda kind of likes it, the excited look in his face, the brightness of his eyes, and the way he starts to lean back against Ueda’s arm. He’s impossibly warm and Ueda likes that, too, pressing against his side for more. Nakamaru doesn’t seem to notice, or care if he does, just continues talking about some stupid prank Akanishi had pulled on Yamashita the other day and how it’d taken Yamashita half the day to even notice.
“You all seem kinda close,” Ueda comments when Nakamaru slows down to take another drink. “It’s not really like that for us at all. Too much constant competition.”
“But you must get along, right?” Nakamaru protests. “You work together everyday.”
Ueda nods. “Everyone but Nishikido is pretty cool. Kamenashi and I hang out on weekends occasionally.”
“Nishikido’s the one talking with Kato, right?” Nakamaru says, looking across the table at the two mean in deep conversation. “What’s wrong with him?”
“Everything,” Ueda says in such a spiteful tone Nakamaru bursts out laughing. “It’s true!” he insists, but slowly grins as he watches Nakamaru continue to shake in his mirth.
“He can’t be as bad as you make it seem,” Nakamaru says when he’s finally caught his breath.
Ueda glares in Nishikido’s direction and shrugs. “Perhaps,” he admits, “but I’m okay in my delusions.”
Nakamaru snorts. “You’re not like other hosts I’ve met,” he says.
Ueda quirks a brow. “I thought you said you weren’t used to this kind of place. How many host clubs have you been to?”
“Not many,” Nakamaru says quickly, flushing. “But you’re...different.”
Ueda smirks at him and asks, “Is that good or bad?”
Nakamaru meets his eyes and looks thoughtful for a moment. Then, returning Ueda’s smirk in a way that makes Ueda’s breath catch, he answers, “Definitely good.”
Nakamaru and his colleagues all end up staying until closing time, and Ueda somehow finds himself heading down the street with Nakamaru leaning against him and giving directions to his apartment.
“You really don’t have to take me home,” Nakamaru insists as they turn the corner and he almost slips out of Ueda’s grasp. Laughing, he seems to change his mind, “Okay, maybe you do.”
Ueda shakes his head. “Are you normally this much of a lush?” he questions. “You don’t peg me as the type.”
Nakamaru nods. “I’m really not,” he says. “I guess I was just nervous in there.”
“Hmm,” Ueda says thoughtfully. “And here I was thinking I did a good job at easing you up a little.”
Nakamaru laughs again, his breath tickles the skin beneath Ueda’s open collar. “You did, you did,” he agrees. “I’m glad you chose to come talk to me.”
Ueda grins. “Me, too,” he replies, curls his fingers a little tighter around Nakamaru’s waist to keep him from collapsing - or so he tells himself that’s why he’s doing it. Not because he likes the way Nakamaru feels against him or anything, of course not. He shakes the stray thoughts out of his head and adds, “You’re pretty interesting, for a salaryman.”
“Hey,” Nakamaru says loudly, slightly offended. “There’s nothing wrong with being a salaryman!”
“Never said there was,” Ueda replies, amused. “Are you always this defensive?”
Shaking his head, Nakamaru says, “No, but don’t you get defensive when people say something about you being a host?”
Ueda shrugs. He’s been a host for so long those kinds of comments just roll off him these days. “Maybe in the beginning,” he replies, “not so much anymore. Besides, I only meant that most of the salarymen I’ve ever met have been boring, ugly, and old.” He pauses and looks Nakamaru up and down, taking in the now mused-up suit and wind-swept hair, the flush across his eyes from a night’s drinking and the chilly air. It doesn’t change much though, in Ueda’s opinion. “It definitely helps that you’re not.”
“You’re not all that bad yourself, Ueda-san,” Nakamaru replies easily and Ueda’s stomach does a strange flip.
Ignoring it, he says instead, “Drop the -san. Makes me feel weird. Everyone that comes into the club just calls me Tatsuya.”
Nakamaru gasps a bit. “First name basis already? We only just met.”
Ueda chuckles, “Well, I am taking you home, Yuichi,” and grins as Nakamaru joins his laughter good-naturedly.
Rest of the way to Nakamaru’s apartment passes mostly in comfortable silence. Ueda helps Nakamaru up the steps to the third floor after realizing the elevator in the building is broken, and yanks the keys from Nakamaru to undo the lock himself when Nakamaru fails to open it the first few times.
“You’re welcome to just crash here if you want,” Nakamaru offers as he kicks off his shoes in the genkan and slumps against the wall. “I’m sorry you had to come all the way over here.”
Ueda shakes his head. “It’s fine,” he says, shrugs. “It was kinda fun.”
Nakamaru laughs. “You’re just being nice,” he accuses. “Dragging drunken people home is never fun. Believe me, that’s usually my job.”
Ueda smirks. “Oh, I believe you,” he agrees.
Nakamaru narrows his eyes, draws himself to full height to glare at Ueda’s face. Ueda reaches out to steady him when he seems to tip over, and Nakamaru says, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just that you were the one drinking by yourself earlier tonight while all your friends were clearly wasted before you even got to the club,” Ueda says, arm sliding around Nakamaru’s waist even more as he slumps against him, his features relaxing as he nods.
“You’re right,” he says. “But if I hadn’t been, you probably wouldn’t have come talked to me, huh?”
Ueda makes a thoughtful noise, helps Nakamaru stand properly again. “Probably not,” he admits.
Nakamaru looks at him, directly at him, and even though he’s still mostly drunk, his eyes feel sharp, piercing straight through him. Ueda swallows thickly, his fingers curling into Nakamaru’s side as he starts to move again. But he’s not losing balance; instead he’s leaning forward, so close Ueda can just about count every long eyelash and then -
“I’ve already said it,” he says, and his voice ripples chills down Ueda’s back, “but I really am glad you came to talk to me.”
And before Ueda is able to process all the words, Nakamaru’s closed the space between them in a kiss. His surprise only lasts as long as it takes for Nakamaru to slip his tongue into his mouth, which doesn’t take long at all. Ueda kisses back then, using the hand that’s at Nakamaru’s hip to push him up against the adjacent wall. Nakamaru groans low in his throat and Ueda can just feel it, going straight down to the arousal that’s quickly stirring in his belly.
For as straight-laced as Ueda originally thought about Nakamaru, the other man is incredibly bold right now, fingers combing into Ueda’s styled hair and making a mess of it as he pulls him closer, deeper into their kiss. Ueda gasps, presses up against him, fingers slipping from his hip and up under his shirt where it’s come untucked from his slacks. Nakamaru shivers from the touch and just as suddenly as this had started it stops, Nakamaru pushing Ueda away forcefully. His chest rises and falls with his heavy breaths and his eyes are wide as he looks at Ueda like he’s never seen him before.
Before Ueda can say anything, Nakamaru gasps out an apology and rushes out of the genkan and down the hall. Ueda hears a door slam shut and hesitates for a moment before he quickly leaves, trying to push the taste and feel of Nakamaru’s lips out of his mind.
Ueda is completely distracted the next day, having unsuccessfully forgotten everything from the previous night. It plays over and over in his head like his own personal movie and the more he thinks about it the more it frustrates him and it shows. He gets a lecture from his boss about an hour into the night and even Nishikido comes over to bitch at him to shape up because he’s making them all look bad (which, though, isn’t much different than what he normally tells Ueda on a daily basis). Ueda knows he’s right, however, so he tries to keep his cool and do his work properly, tries to tell himself he has no reason to be thinking about some guy he only talked to for a few hours and is a really fucking good kisser--
“Ueda-kun?” Taguchi says, cutting through Ueda’s repetitive thoughts. “There’s someone here for you.” Ueda glances away from the young teacher he’s been talking to and sees Taguchi gesturing toward someone in the entryway. Ueda’s stomach somersaults when he notices it’s Nakamaru, dressed again in a dark suit and looking a little flustered. His eyes meet Ueda’s and he nods uncertainly and Ueda sends back a smirk.
“Tell him I’ll be right there,” Ueda says to Taguchi who nods and heads off. Ueda watches from the corner of his eyes as Taguchi leads Nakamaru to one of the corner booths and offers him a drink. He turns back to his guest, listens to her finish a story about a student she dislikes and then makes up a quick story about needing to meet with an old friend, nodding his head toward Nakamaru, and asks her softly if she wouldn’t mind if Taguchi comes and talks to her instead. She pouts and looks upset, clinging to him and whining Tatsuya in that way Ueda will never find cute, but he just squeezes her gently and promises to see her again soon. He calls Taguchi over before she can complain and she seems rather pacified when he slides into the booth on her other side and offers her a disarming smile.
Ueda thanks him and heads over to Nakamaru, smirking when he realizes he’d been watching with the way his gaze drops quickly when he sees Ueda approaching. He sits beside him and says, “I didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”
“Neither did I,” Nakamaru says honestly, “but, well, I just. Wanted to thank you for last night. For taking me home.”
Ueda nods. “Don’t worry about it,” he replies, and wonders if he should bring up the kiss, wonders if Nakamaru will.
He doesn’t though. Instead, he nods toward the girl Ueda was with earlier and says, “I could hear a bit of what you were saying. You’re, you’re really good.”
Ueda laughs, leans toward the table to pour himself a glass of wine, offers to refill Nakamaru’s but he simply shakes his head and declines. Ueda settles back, sips at his drink and replies, “I am the number one host, you know.”
Nakamaru chokes on his drink and looks at Ueda in surprise. “You are?” he exclaims. “I didn’t know. You never mentioned that last night.”
Ueda shrugs. “It’s not that important,” he says dismissively. “It’s just a title.”
Nakamaru continues to look awed for a moment and then his expression changes to panic and he hastily sets his glass on the table and moves to leave. “I’m sorry. You’re probably busy, right? I should go.”
Not wanting him to leave so soon, Ueda catches his elbow and tugs him gently back down. “Relax, Yuichi,” he says in a low voice. “Stay. I’m glad you came. I wanted to see you again.”
“You’re just saying that,” Nakamaru replies, disbelief evident in his voice. He’s looking anywhere but at Ueda.
Ueda shakes his head, leans in a little closer, feels Nakamaru shudder as their shoulders press up together. “No, I’m not,” he says. “After last night...well, I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Nakamaru turns to him quickly and Ueda feels his stomach drop to his knees when he sees the confusion in his eyes. “What do you mean?”
Ueda stares at him for a moment, trying to see if Nakamaru’s just pretending. But the honesty is clear in his face and he chuckles. Figures. “You don’t remember?” he asks. “After I took you home last night?”
Nakamaru looks a little lost as he shakes his head, torn between wanting to know and not wanting to know, but after a moment he breathes, “What...What happened?”
Ueda hesitates, uncertain if he should tell him or just drop it and move on. The second he thinks that, though, he knows it’s not what he wants. He’s been thinking about this all day. Thinking about how he would like to do it again, feel those lips against his, and if possible, even go further. He glances around the room quick to make sure no one is looking in their direction before shifting his gaze back to Nakamaru’s. He looks determined now, to know the truth, eyes dark and steady, and it’s kinda hot. His eyes drop to Nakamaru’s lips and, really, that’s all he needs to close the space between them and kiss him again.
Nakamaru gasp tingles against his lips but it only makes Ueda kiss him harder. He expects Nakamaru to shove him away like he had the night before, but he doesn’t. It takes a moment but then he’s kissing back and Ueda can practically feel his mind spinning out of control.
Only the knowledge that they’re not alone pulls Ueda away a few moments later, licking his lips slowly as he smirks. “Does that help you remember?” he asks and Nakamaru’s response surprises him.
“I think you might have to show me more,” he says in a deep voice that has the hairs on the back of Ueda’s neck standing on end.
Grinning wider, Ueda nods toward the door. “Shall we go, then?”
“C-Can we do that?” Nakamaru says carefully, but his desire to leave is evident in his eyes.
“Sure,” Ueda replies easily, stands, and leads the way out of the club.
They take a cab to Nakamaru’s place but only because Ueda isn’t sure that he won’t pull the other man into the first empty street he sees and kiss him senseless while pushed up against the side of a building. As it is, it takes most of his control not to lean over and kiss him in the backseat of the taxi. Nakamaru looks just as tense as him, though he nervously jerks his knee until Ueda rests his hand upon his thigh, draws his fingers along the inside and he calms down, breathing slowly and keeping his eyes out the window.
The elevator is still broken at Nakamaru’s building which Ueda takes as a good sign because there aren’t any cameras in the stairwells. He presses Nakamaru up against the door after it closes shut and finds his mouth again, swallowing the groan that Nakamaru emits. Nakamaru pulls him closer with hands fisted into the lapels of Ueda’s suit, presses a knees between Ueda’s legs and Ueda shudders strongly from head to toe.
It has Nakamaru pulling away, breath hot against Ueda’s lips as he stammers, “Wait, Ueda-kun, I-”
Ueda presses his lips to Nakamaru’s jaw, trailing down his neck and feeling him tremble. “What? You’re not going to make me stop, are you?” He slips a hand between them, rubs against the hardness at the front of Nakamaru’s pants.
Nakamaru shakes his head quickly. “No, just, I-”
“What?” Ueda says lightly, taunting, pulling open the collar and tie around Nakamaru’s neck to get lower, lips sucking gently at his collarbone.
He gasps when Nakamaru’s hand fists into his hair and tugs him away, smoking dark eyes meeting his. “No,” Nakamaru says, “I don’t fuck in stairwells.”
Ueda stares back at him almost defiantly for a moment, tempted to just grab him and turn him around, take him right there and see what he says about fucking in stairwells then, but something stops him. It takes him a moment to realize he doesn’t want this to be like any other conquest, any other person he’s fucked and walked away from. This is different.
“Okay,” he whispers, leaning in to catch Nakamaru’s mouth once more. “Okay.”
He peels himself away from him and heads up the stairs and it takes a moment for Nakamaru to rush after.
They barely make it past Nakamaru’s door before Ueda’s got him against the nearest wall again, each of them stumbling a bit to kick off shoes and make it out of the genkan. Nakamaru guides him down the hall and into what Ueda can only assume is his bedroom. He’s shoved onto the bed and only manages to spare a moment to be surprised by the other’s boldness before Nakamaru’s climbing atop him, sliding a hand behind his neck and pulling him up into another searing kiss.
Ueda’s hands reach up to Nakamaru’s shoulders, pushing his suit jacket down his arms and tossing it off the bed before hastily going in to undo the buttons on his deep blue shirt. He lets his fingers caress each newly exposed sliver of skin and relishes the way it makes Nakamaru gasp into his mouth again and again. He slowly drags his shirt off as well, letting it fall behind him because Nakamaru is then tugging Ueda up far enough to yank his own jacket off as well. Ueda helps him to undo his vest and then his shirt, and they’re barely off his body before he’s pushed onto his back again.
Ueda stares up at Nakamaru, amused and incredibly turned on. “You’re kinda hot like this,” he murmurs and grins widely at the flush that spreads across Nakamaru’s face.
When Nakamaru doesn’t say anything, Ueda pulls him into another kiss, and lets his hands wander down his chest to the front of his slacks. He pulls them open and slips a hand inside, presses his palm against his straining erection, swallows the moan that Nakamaru makes. Ueda loves it, those sounds, aches to hear more and more of them, wraps his fingers around Nakamaru’s cock and strokes him properly. Nakamaru breaks their kiss, leaning his forehead against Ueda’s shoulder as he rocks into Ueda’s hand, his fingers clenching into the bedsheets on either side of Ueda’s head.
Just as Ueda starts to wonder if he can get Nakamaru to come like this, the other man yanks his hand away and says into Ueda’s ear, “I want you to fuck me.”
Ueda groans at those words, his arousal growing even stronger. “Good,” he whispers back, “because that was my plan anyway.”
Nakamaru meets his eyes for a moment, looking just as exhilarated as Ueda feels, before reaching into the top drawer of the nightstand by the bed and pulling out a small tube and a condom. Ueda grabs them from him, sets them off to the side, and reaches instead to tug Nakamaru’s pants down his legs. He can’t get them down very far with the way Nakamaru is straddling his hips, and growls in frustration until Nakamaru laughs and slides off him to do it himself.
When he returns, naked and beautiful, Ueda finds it difficult to take his eyes off him, drinking in the sight of him. It feels like verything is going by too fast and yet not fast enough. He’s been thinking about this ever since last night and now that it’s hapepning it almost feels surreal.
Nakamaru quirks an eyebrow at Ueda’s blatant staring, then chuckles lightly and tugs at the front of Ueda’s pants. “You, too,” he says, and Ueda grins, hurriedly reaching to undo them while Nakamaru grabs the lube off the bed and collapses onto his back. Ueda almost trips over himself and off the bed as he watches Nakamaru prep himself, keeping his dark, dark eyes on Ueda and Ueda can feel his gaze, burning hot against his skin.
“Fuck,” he groans, “that is so hot,” and Nakamaru smirks at him, clearly smug, which only makes Ueda quickly undress and join him upon the bed again. He pulls Nakamaru’s fingers out and presses his own in instead, feels the way his muscles clench around him and aches to experience that sensation around his cock. His mouth finds Nakamaru’s and their kiss is bruising, rushed and desperate and Nakamaru moans out a tiny, “Please,” that Ueda didn’t realize he’d been waiting for.
He breaks their kiss to quickly grab the condom and get it on, slides comfortably between Nakamaru’s legs and looks up into his eyes as he finally, finally pushes in. A deep, rumbling moan falls from his throat and he can’t stop it, the tightness and the heat overwhelming and absolutely perfect, spreading throughout his veins until Ueda’s mind feels like a constant dizzying buzz. He barely feels Nakamaru’s fingers clenching into his forearms, or recognizes groan that seems to harmonize with his; all that he knows is the incredible sensation and the willpower to not just fuck Nakamaru senseless.
But then Nakamaru pulls at Ueda’s hair and grunts, “Move,” and so he does, grabbing Nakamaru’s hips and starting a steady rhythm that has them quickly moving together as one. Nakamaru pulls Ueda down by his grip in his hair and breathes dirty, surprising things into his ear, “Faster, harder, more,” and Ueda can do nothing but comply, turned on even more by the this demanding Nakamaru who rolls his hips back into every one of Ueda’s thrusts and is quickly making it harder and harder to keep his impending release at bay.
He wants to get Nakamaru there, first, wants to feel him come around him, and reaches between them to fist Nakamaru’s cock firmly with his fingers. Nakamaru cries out loudly and Ueda pitches his hips forward and from the way Nakamaru shudders almost violently beneath him, Ueda knows he’s found that spot. He presses in deeper, moves faster, breathing heavily into the crook of Nakamaru’s neck as he gets even closer himself. He can just feel it straining in his belly, tingling in his toes, and it’s impossible, he thinks, he’s not going to last.
“Oh god,” Nakamaru’s gasping, neck stretching out, exposing the slope of his throat that Ueda immediately attaches his lips to. He strokes him faster as he picks up the pace and Nakamaru’s voice gets desperate as he continues, “Wait, no, slow down, I’m not going to--”
He cuts himself off with a scream as he comes hard over Ueda’s fingers, body taut under Ueda’s as he rides out his high and then slumps down against the sheets, breaths falling softly against Ueda’s forehead. Ueda pulls himself up and fights through the tenseness of Nakamaru’s body clenching tight around him, and it only takes a few more thrusts before he’s following after, clinging tight to Nakamaru’s hips, his groan ringing throughout the silent room.
Ueda manages to pull out and deposit the condom into the trashbin the finds on the other side of the bed, while Nakamaru cleans up with a pack of tissues he grabs from the drawer. Ueda collapses beside him in bed and before he even has a chance to even revel in how great everything just was, Nakamaru’s kissing him again.
Ueda kisses back eagerly and when Nakamaru pulls away, he grins at him and says, “Yeah, I’m definitely glad you picked me to talk to the other night.”
Laughing, Ueda shakes his head and replies, “I’m glad you came back tonight.”
Nakamaru smiles and says, “I just couldn’t stay away.”
end.
note: gah sorry for the lame ending i got lazy, can you tell? >_>. a;sldknga anyway. i hope you enjoyed even a little~ thank you for reading~ ♥
Pairing: Ueda/Nakamaru
Rating: NC-17
Summary: AU. Ueda meets a lot of different people working as a host, but somehow Nakamaru is different.
Author’s Notes: 4847 words. Basically I saw this the other day and was like omg Ueda looks like a host!! *_* And then I needed to write it. So here we are. This is the first time I’ve properly written a full Maruda fic so, erm, apologizes if I like completely messed them up. >_> Anyway, I hope you enjoy. :3 The title is taken from the song of the same name by The Wanted. ♥
As a host, Ueda gets a lot of different customers. Middle aged woman whose husbands are too busy with work to pay them attention. Young high school girls who come only once every few months when they have the money. Twenty-some year old heiresses with daddy’s money to burn.
There are men, too, sometimes. Ueda tends to like the male guests more, because they’re less giggly and less demanding. They don’t quite make Ueda feel like a piece of meat to fawn and flail over. It’s part of the job, though. He gets paid to sit around and be pretty, but after awhile it gets boring. The only thing that keeps him here is the good pay. And, well, he is the club’s number one host. It wouldn’t do if he just quit. Not to mention the number one host then would end up being obnoxious Nishikido who is currently number two, and Ueda would rather die than give that asshole his title.
Male customers are rare though, and usually come alone. Tonight, however, Ueda finds himself surrounded by a group of salarymen, all seemingly having come together after a day of hard work and reeking a bit of alcohol from previous stops.
Groups tend to annoy Ueda; they are always too many people and everyone gets hyped up too easily. At least Nishikido and Kamenashi and Ohkura are able to help out with the group tonight, otherwise Ueda might have sent the men packing much earlier than necessary.
Instead, he lounges back against the comfy leather couch and listens to the chatterbox of a young salaryman - Ueda thinks he introduced himself as Tegoshi? - rambles on about the mistakes he’s consistently made during his first week at the company and how his friend, the man named Masuda who is sitting beside him, had to help him out every time. All Ueda really has to do is nod and smile and refill their glasses when they get too empty and it’s mindless work.
He scans the other men that have come in with Tegoshi and his friend, and finds one that is sitting almost as far from the others as he can, and quietly sipping at his own drink, eyes trained on the shiny tips of his loafers. Ueda eyes him up and down, the clean cut black suit and kind face, and it’s easy to slip away from Tegoshi and Masuda and cross the table to join the other man.
“What’re you doing all alone?” he asks smoothly, plopping down onto the seat beside him, crossing his legs and throwing an arm casually behind the man’s shoulders, resting against the seat.
The man stiffens a little and Ueda offers him a smile which seems to effectively calm him down a bit. “Sorry,” he says, “I’m just not used to these kinds of places.”
Ueda could tell that much, but he humors him. Laughing, he says, “Just relax. We don’t bite.” Then, as an afterthought, “Well, Nishikido does, but I’ll keep you away from him.”
The man looks up at him, surprised, and then lets out a big laugh that sends an inexplicable shiver down Ueda’s spine.
He smiles and leans in a little closer. “I’m Ueda Tatsuya,” he offers.
“N-Nakamaru Yuichi,” the man replies, pulls out a business card from his wallet and hands it to Ueda with complete professionalism. Ueda glances at it and then tucks it into the inside pocket of his black suit jacket. “And thanks, I guess I was feeling really out of place before,” Nakamaru says. “It was Akanishi’s idea we come here.” He points to the man with poofy, curly hair talking to Kamenashi. “He said he’d gotten a group discount or something and that it shouldn’t be put to waste.” Nakamaru rolls his eyes. “Only he didn’t mention the hosts all being male.”
Ueda tilts his head to the side and asks in a low voice, “Does that bother you?”
Nakamaru shakes his head quickly, and a blush blooms high on his cheeks. “No,” he says, “it’s not that.” He takes another drink of his wine and Ueda instantly reaches for the bottle on the table when he finishes the glass.
“Calm down, Yuichi,” Ueda says coolly as he refills Nakamaru’s glass and then pours himself one, as well. It doesn’t go unnoticed that Nakamaru shudders a bit when Ueda says his name. “I’m just teasing you. It’s my job, after all.” He clinks his glass against Nakamaru’s.
Nakamaru laughs. “Right,” he says. “But you shouldn’t waste your efforts on me. It won’t work.”
Ueda smirks, eyes Nakamaru over the rim of his glass as he drinks slowly. He licks his lips and watches the way Nakamaru’s eyes widen ever so slightly before he glances away. The redness is still bright on his face. He grins. “Oh, really?” he says, amused. “We’ll see about that.”
Nakamaru is different than most of the men that come in. Those guys are always either really aggressive or really awkward. Nakamaru is sort of in the middle. But more than that, he’s surprisingly easy to talk to, and Ueda finds him far more interesting than anyone he’s had to entertain as of late, male or female. The better part of their evening is trading stories of their colleagues, while Ueda continuously fills their glasses with more wine. Nakamaru likes to talk, that much is clear, and after he gets a few more glasses in him, he’s almost impossible to stop.
But Ueda kind of likes it, the excited look in his face, the brightness of his eyes, and the way he starts to lean back against Ueda’s arm. He’s impossibly warm and Ueda likes that, too, pressing against his side for more. Nakamaru doesn’t seem to notice, or care if he does, just continues talking about some stupid prank Akanishi had pulled on Yamashita the other day and how it’d taken Yamashita half the day to even notice.
“You all seem kinda close,” Ueda comments when Nakamaru slows down to take another drink. “It’s not really like that for us at all. Too much constant competition.”
“But you must get along, right?” Nakamaru protests. “You work together everyday.”
Ueda nods. “Everyone but Nishikido is pretty cool. Kamenashi and I hang out on weekends occasionally.”
“Nishikido’s the one talking with Kato, right?” Nakamaru says, looking across the table at the two mean in deep conversation. “What’s wrong with him?”
“Everything,” Ueda says in such a spiteful tone Nakamaru bursts out laughing. “It’s true!” he insists, but slowly grins as he watches Nakamaru continue to shake in his mirth.
“He can’t be as bad as you make it seem,” Nakamaru says when he’s finally caught his breath.
Ueda glares in Nishikido’s direction and shrugs. “Perhaps,” he admits, “but I’m okay in my delusions.”
Nakamaru snorts. “You’re not like other hosts I’ve met,” he says.
Ueda quirks a brow. “I thought you said you weren’t used to this kind of place. How many host clubs have you been to?”
“Not many,” Nakamaru says quickly, flushing. “But you’re...different.”
Ueda smirks at him and asks, “Is that good or bad?”
Nakamaru meets his eyes and looks thoughtful for a moment. Then, returning Ueda’s smirk in a way that makes Ueda’s breath catch, he answers, “Definitely good.”
Nakamaru and his colleagues all end up staying until closing time, and Ueda somehow finds himself heading down the street with Nakamaru leaning against him and giving directions to his apartment.
“You really don’t have to take me home,” Nakamaru insists as they turn the corner and he almost slips out of Ueda’s grasp. Laughing, he seems to change his mind, “Okay, maybe you do.”
Ueda shakes his head. “Are you normally this much of a lush?” he questions. “You don’t peg me as the type.”
Nakamaru nods. “I’m really not,” he says. “I guess I was just nervous in there.”
“Hmm,” Ueda says thoughtfully. “And here I was thinking I did a good job at easing you up a little.”
Nakamaru laughs again, his breath tickles the skin beneath Ueda’s open collar. “You did, you did,” he agrees. “I’m glad you chose to come talk to me.”
Ueda grins. “Me, too,” he replies, curls his fingers a little tighter around Nakamaru’s waist to keep him from collapsing - or so he tells himself that’s why he’s doing it. Not because he likes the way Nakamaru feels against him or anything, of course not. He shakes the stray thoughts out of his head and adds, “You’re pretty interesting, for a salaryman.”
“Hey,” Nakamaru says loudly, slightly offended. “There’s nothing wrong with being a salaryman!”
“Never said there was,” Ueda replies, amused. “Are you always this defensive?”
Shaking his head, Nakamaru says, “No, but don’t you get defensive when people say something about you being a host?”
Ueda shrugs. He’s been a host for so long those kinds of comments just roll off him these days. “Maybe in the beginning,” he replies, “not so much anymore. Besides, I only meant that most of the salarymen I’ve ever met have been boring, ugly, and old.” He pauses and looks Nakamaru up and down, taking in the now mused-up suit and wind-swept hair, the flush across his eyes from a night’s drinking and the chilly air. It doesn’t change much though, in Ueda’s opinion. “It definitely helps that you’re not.”
“You’re not all that bad yourself, Ueda-san,” Nakamaru replies easily and Ueda’s stomach does a strange flip.
Ignoring it, he says instead, “Drop the -san. Makes me feel weird. Everyone that comes into the club just calls me Tatsuya.”
Nakamaru gasps a bit. “First name basis already? We only just met.”
Ueda chuckles, “Well, I am taking you home, Yuichi,” and grins as Nakamaru joins his laughter good-naturedly.
Rest of the way to Nakamaru’s apartment passes mostly in comfortable silence. Ueda helps Nakamaru up the steps to the third floor after realizing the elevator in the building is broken, and yanks the keys from Nakamaru to undo the lock himself when Nakamaru fails to open it the first few times.
“You’re welcome to just crash here if you want,” Nakamaru offers as he kicks off his shoes in the genkan and slumps against the wall. “I’m sorry you had to come all the way over here.”
Ueda shakes his head. “It’s fine,” he says, shrugs. “It was kinda fun.”
Nakamaru laughs. “You’re just being nice,” he accuses. “Dragging drunken people home is never fun. Believe me, that’s usually my job.”
Ueda smirks. “Oh, I believe you,” he agrees.
Nakamaru narrows his eyes, draws himself to full height to glare at Ueda’s face. Ueda reaches out to steady him when he seems to tip over, and Nakamaru says, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just that you were the one drinking by yourself earlier tonight while all your friends were clearly wasted before you even got to the club,” Ueda says, arm sliding around Nakamaru’s waist even more as he slumps against him, his features relaxing as he nods.
“You’re right,” he says. “But if I hadn’t been, you probably wouldn’t have come talked to me, huh?”
Ueda makes a thoughtful noise, helps Nakamaru stand properly again. “Probably not,” he admits.
Nakamaru looks at him, directly at him, and even though he’s still mostly drunk, his eyes feel sharp, piercing straight through him. Ueda swallows thickly, his fingers curling into Nakamaru’s side as he starts to move again. But he’s not losing balance; instead he’s leaning forward, so close Ueda can just about count every long eyelash and then -
“I’ve already said it,” he says, and his voice ripples chills down Ueda’s back, “but I really am glad you came to talk to me.”
And before Ueda is able to process all the words, Nakamaru’s closed the space between them in a kiss. His surprise only lasts as long as it takes for Nakamaru to slip his tongue into his mouth, which doesn’t take long at all. Ueda kisses back then, using the hand that’s at Nakamaru’s hip to push him up against the adjacent wall. Nakamaru groans low in his throat and Ueda can just feel it, going straight down to the arousal that’s quickly stirring in his belly.
For as straight-laced as Ueda originally thought about Nakamaru, the other man is incredibly bold right now, fingers combing into Ueda’s styled hair and making a mess of it as he pulls him closer, deeper into their kiss. Ueda gasps, presses up against him, fingers slipping from his hip and up under his shirt where it’s come untucked from his slacks. Nakamaru shivers from the touch and just as suddenly as this had started it stops, Nakamaru pushing Ueda away forcefully. His chest rises and falls with his heavy breaths and his eyes are wide as he looks at Ueda like he’s never seen him before.
Before Ueda can say anything, Nakamaru gasps out an apology and rushes out of the genkan and down the hall. Ueda hears a door slam shut and hesitates for a moment before he quickly leaves, trying to push the taste and feel of Nakamaru’s lips out of his mind.
Ueda is completely distracted the next day, having unsuccessfully forgotten everything from the previous night. It plays over and over in his head like his own personal movie and the more he thinks about it the more it frustrates him and it shows. He gets a lecture from his boss about an hour into the night and even Nishikido comes over to bitch at him to shape up because he’s making them all look bad (which, though, isn’t much different than what he normally tells Ueda on a daily basis). Ueda knows he’s right, however, so he tries to keep his cool and do his work properly, tries to tell himself he has no reason to be thinking about some guy he only talked to for a few hours and is a really fucking good kisser--
“Ueda-kun?” Taguchi says, cutting through Ueda’s repetitive thoughts. “There’s someone here for you.” Ueda glances away from the young teacher he’s been talking to and sees Taguchi gesturing toward someone in the entryway. Ueda’s stomach somersaults when he notices it’s Nakamaru, dressed again in a dark suit and looking a little flustered. His eyes meet Ueda’s and he nods uncertainly and Ueda sends back a smirk.
“Tell him I’ll be right there,” Ueda says to Taguchi who nods and heads off. Ueda watches from the corner of his eyes as Taguchi leads Nakamaru to one of the corner booths and offers him a drink. He turns back to his guest, listens to her finish a story about a student she dislikes and then makes up a quick story about needing to meet with an old friend, nodding his head toward Nakamaru, and asks her softly if she wouldn’t mind if Taguchi comes and talks to her instead. She pouts and looks upset, clinging to him and whining Tatsuya in that way Ueda will never find cute, but he just squeezes her gently and promises to see her again soon. He calls Taguchi over before she can complain and she seems rather pacified when he slides into the booth on her other side and offers her a disarming smile.
Ueda thanks him and heads over to Nakamaru, smirking when he realizes he’d been watching with the way his gaze drops quickly when he sees Ueda approaching. He sits beside him and says, “I didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”
“Neither did I,” Nakamaru says honestly, “but, well, I just. Wanted to thank you for last night. For taking me home.”
Ueda nods. “Don’t worry about it,” he replies, and wonders if he should bring up the kiss, wonders if Nakamaru will.
He doesn’t though. Instead, he nods toward the girl Ueda was with earlier and says, “I could hear a bit of what you were saying. You’re, you’re really good.”
Ueda laughs, leans toward the table to pour himself a glass of wine, offers to refill Nakamaru’s but he simply shakes his head and declines. Ueda settles back, sips at his drink and replies, “I am the number one host, you know.”
Nakamaru chokes on his drink and looks at Ueda in surprise. “You are?” he exclaims. “I didn’t know. You never mentioned that last night.”
Ueda shrugs. “It’s not that important,” he says dismissively. “It’s just a title.”
Nakamaru continues to look awed for a moment and then his expression changes to panic and he hastily sets his glass on the table and moves to leave. “I’m sorry. You’re probably busy, right? I should go.”
Not wanting him to leave so soon, Ueda catches his elbow and tugs him gently back down. “Relax, Yuichi,” he says in a low voice. “Stay. I’m glad you came. I wanted to see you again.”
“You’re just saying that,” Nakamaru replies, disbelief evident in his voice. He’s looking anywhere but at Ueda.
Ueda shakes his head, leans in a little closer, feels Nakamaru shudder as their shoulders press up together. “No, I’m not,” he says. “After last night...well, I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Nakamaru turns to him quickly and Ueda feels his stomach drop to his knees when he sees the confusion in his eyes. “What do you mean?”
Ueda stares at him for a moment, trying to see if Nakamaru’s just pretending. But the honesty is clear in his face and he chuckles. Figures. “You don’t remember?” he asks. “After I took you home last night?”
Nakamaru looks a little lost as he shakes his head, torn between wanting to know and not wanting to know, but after a moment he breathes, “What...What happened?”
Ueda hesitates, uncertain if he should tell him or just drop it and move on. The second he thinks that, though, he knows it’s not what he wants. He’s been thinking about this all day. Thinking about how he would like to do it again, feel those lips against his, and if possible, even go further. He glances around the room quick to make sure no one is looking in their direction before shifting his gaze back to Nakamaru’s. He looks determined now, to know the truth, eyes dark and steady, and it’s kinda hot. His eyes drop to Nakamaru’s lips and, really, that’s all he needs to close the space between them and kiss him again.
Nakamaru gasp tingles against his lips but it only makes Ueda kiss him harder. He expects Nakamaru to shove him away like he had the night before, but he doesn’t. It takes a moment but then he’s kissing back and Ueda can practically feel his mind spinning out of control.
Only the knowledge that they’re not alone pulls Ueda away a few moments later, licking his lips slowly as he smirks. “Does that help you remember?” he asks and Nakamaru’s response surprises him.
“I think you might have to show me more,” he says in a deep voice that has the hairs on the back of Ueda’s neck standing on end.
Grinning wider, Ueda nods toward the door. “Shall we go, then?”
“C-Can we do that?” Nakamaru says carefully, but his desire to leave is evident in his eyes.
“Sure,” Ueda replies easily, stands, and leads the way out of the club.
They take a cab to Nakamaru’s place but only because Ueda isn’t sure that he won’t pull the other man into the first empty street he sees and kiss him senseless while pushed up against the side of a building. As it is, it takes most of his control not to lean over and kiss him in the backseat of the taxi. Nakamaru looks just as tense as him, though he nervously jerks his knee until Ueda rests his hand upon his thigh, draws his fingers along the inside and he calms down, breathing slowly and keeping his eyes out the window.
The elevator is still broken at Nakamaru’s building which Ueda takes as a good sign because there aren’t any cameras in the stairwells. He presses Nakamaru up against the door after it closes shut and finds his mouth again, swallowing the groan that Nakamaru emits. Nakamaru pulls him closer with hands fisted into the lapels of Ueda’s suit, presses a knees between Ueda’s legs and Ueda shudders strongly from head to toe.
It has Nakamaru pulling away, breath hot against Ueda’s lips as he stammers, “Wait, Ueda-kun, I-”
Ueda presses his lips to Nakamaru’s jaw, trailing down his neck and feeling him tremble. “What? You’re not going to make me stop, are you?” He slips a hand between them, rubs against the hardness at the front of Nakamaru’s pants.
Nakamaru shakes his head quickly. “No, just, I-”
“What?” Ueda says lightly, taunting, pulling open the collar and tie around Nakamaru’s neck to get lower, lips sucking gently at his collarbone.
He gasps when Nakamaru’s hand fists into his hair and tugs him away, smoking dark eyes meeting his. “No,” Nakamaru says, “I don’t fuck in stairwells.”
Ueda stares back at him almost defiantly for a moment, tempted to just grab him and turn him around, take him right there and see what he says about fucking in stairwells then, but something stops him. It takes him a moment to realize he doesn’t want this to be like any other conquest, any other person he’s fucked and walked away from. This is different.
“Okay,” he whispers, leaning in to catch Nakamaru’s mouth once more. “Okay.”
He peels himself away from him and heads up the stairs and it takes a moment for Nakamaru to rush after.
They barely make it past Nakamaru’s door before Ueda’s got him against the nearest wall again, each of them stumbling a bit to kick off shoes and make it out of the genkan. Nakamaru guides him down the hall and into what Ueda can only assume is his bedroom. He’s shoved onto the bed and only manages to spare a moment to be surprised by the other’s boldness before Nakamaru’s climbing atop him, sliding a hand behind his neck and pulling him up into another searing kiss.
Ueda’s hands reach up to Nakamaru’s shoulders, pushing his suit jacket down his arms and tossing it off the bed before hastily going in to undo the buttons on his deep blue shirt. He lets his fingers caress each newly exposed sliver of skin and relishes the way it makes Nakamaru gasp into his mouth again and again. He slowly drags his shirt off as well, letting it fall behind him because Nakamaru is then tugging Ueda up far enough to yank his own jacket off as well. Ueda helps him to undo his vest and then his shirt, and they’re barely off his body before he’s pushed onto his back again.
Ueda stares up at Nakamaru, amused and incredibly turned on. “You’re kinda hot like this,” he murmurs and grins widely at the flush that spreads across Nakamaru’s face.
When Nakamaru doesn’t say anything, Ueda pulls him into another kiss, and lets his hands wander down his chest to the front of his slacks. He pulls them open and slips a hand inside, presses his palm against his straining erection, swallows the moan that Nakamaru makes. Ueda loves it, those sounds, aches to hear more and more of them, wraps his fingers around Nakamaru’s cock and strokes him properly. Nakamaru breaks their kiss, leaning his forehead against Ueda’s shoulder as he rocks into Ueda’s hand, his fingers clenching into the bedsheets on either side of Ueda’s head.
Just as Ueda starts to wonder if he can get Nakamaru to come like this, the other man yanks his hand away and says into Ueda’s ear, “I want you to fuck me.”
Ueda groans at those words, his arousal growing even stronger. “Good,” he whispers back, “because that was my plan anyway.”
Nakamaru meets his eyes for a moment, looking just as exhilarated as Ueda feels, before reaching into the top drawer of the nightstand by the bed and pulling out a small tube and a condom. Ueda grabs them from him, sets them off to the side, and reaches instead to tug Nakamaru’s pants down his legs. He can’t get them down very far with the way Nakamaru is straddling his hips, and growls in frustration until Nakamaru laughs and slides off him to do it himself.
When he returns, naked and beautiful, Ueda finds it difficult to take his eyes off him, drinking in the sight of him. It feels like verything is going by too fast and yet not fast enough. He’s been thinking about this ever since last night and now that it’s hapepning it almost feels surreal.
Nakamaru quirks an eyebrow at Ueda’s blatant staring, then chuckles lightly and tugs at the front of Ueda’s pants. “You, too,” he says, and Ueda grins, hurriedly reaching to undo them while Nakamaru grabs the lube off the bed and collapses onto his back. Ueda almost trips over himself and off the bed as he watches Nakamaru prep himself, keeping his dark, dark eyes on Ueda and Ueda can feel his gaze, burning hot against his skin.
“Fuck,” he groans, “that is so hot,” and Nakamaru smirks at him, clearly smug, which only makes Ueda quickly undress and join him upon the bed again. He pulls Nakamaru’s fingers out and presses his own in instead, feels the way his muscles clench around him and aches to experience that sensation around his cock. His mouth finds Nakamaru’s and their kiss is bruising, rushed and desperate and Nakamaru moans out a tiny, “Please,” that Ueda didn’t realize he’d been waiting for.
He breaks their kiss to quickly grab the condom and get it on, slides comfortably between Nakamaru’s legs and looks up into his eyes as he finally, finally pushes in. A deep, rumbling moan falls from his throat and he can’t stop it, the tightness and the heat overwhelming and absolutely perfect, spreading throughout his veins until Ueda’s mind feels like a constant dizzying buzz. He barely feels Nakamaru’s fingers clenching into his forearms, or recognizes groan that seems to harmonize with his; all that he knows is the incredible sensation and the willpower to not just fuck Nakamaru senseless.
But then Nakamaru pulls at Ueda’s hair and grunts, “Move,” and so he does, grabbing Nakamaru’s hips and starting a steady rhythm that has them quickly moving together as one. Nakamaru pulls Ueda down by his grip in his hair and breathes dirty, surprising things into his ear, “Faster, harder, more,” and Ueda can do nothing but comply, turned on even more by the this demanding Nakamaru who rolls his hips back into every one of Ueda’s thrusts and is quickly making it harder and harder to keep his impending release at bay.
He wants to get Nakamaru there, first, wants to feel him come around him, and reaches between them to fist Nakamaru’s cock firmly with his fingers. Nakamaru cries out loudly and Ueda pitches his hips forward and from the way Nakamaru shudders almost violently beneath him, Ueda knows he’s found that spot. He presses in deeper, moves faster, breathing heavily into the crook of Nakamaru’s neck as he gets even closer himself. He can just feel it straining in his belly, tingling in his toes, and it’s impossible, he thinks, he’s not going to last.
“Oh god,” Nakamaru’s gasping, neck stretching out, exposing the slope of his throat that Ueda immediately attaches his lips to. He strokes him faster as he picks up the pace and Nakamaru’s voice gets desperate as he continues, “Wait, no, slow down, I’m not going to--”
He cuts himself off with a scream as he comes hard over Ueda’s fingers, body taut under Ueda’s as he rides out his high and then slumps down against the sheets, breaths falling softly against Ueda’s forehead. Ueda pulls himself up and fights through the tenseness of Nakamaru’s body clenching tight around him, and it only takes a few more thrusts before he’s following after, clinging tight to Nakamaru’s hips, his groan ringing throughout the silent room.
Ueda manages to pull out and deposit the condom into the trashbin the finds on the other side of the bed, while Nakamaru cleans up with a pack of tissues he grabs from the drawer. Ueda collapses beside him in bed and before he even has a chance to even revel in how great everything just was, Nakamaru’s kissing him again.
Ueda kisses back eagerly and when Nakamaru pulls away, he grins at him and says, “Yeah, I’m definitely glad you picked me to talk to the other night.”
Laughing, Ueda shakes his head and replies, “I’m glad you came back tonight.”
Nakamaru smiles and says, “I just couldn’t stay away.”
end.
note: gah sorry for the lame ending i got lazy, can you tell? >_>. a;sldknga anyway. i hope you enjoyed even a little~ thank you for reading~ ♥