Fanfiction: Closure
Title: Complicated
Author: Keena
Pairing(s): ItsuKimi Pair; SaiRui; Kawai/Saitou/Ruito
Warnings/Rating: Slight angst, Light R
Notes: Kawai POV, Short fic inspired by confessions; Beta`d by the lovely
ishougen
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with these actors and they belong to their respective managements.
Saitou Takumi…
What is it about him that attracts people? Is it his eyes? Is it his hair? Is it his body structure? Or is it his voice? Whatever it is about him, I’ve become one of those people attracted to him… I think. Maybe that’s why I can’t sleep at night without thinking back on that …lesson.
The way his voice whispered, the way his tongue gently exploring my mouth, tickling my palate, and massaging my scalp. My mind recalls the thrill of almost getting caught, the heat that rose from our bodies being trapped under the thick blanket, and the arousal that was stirred from the experience almost as if it happened just five minutes ago.
… Some part of me just wants to do that again.
Is it wrong to wish so? Am I that attracted to him that I cannot find peace?
I look up at my ceiling that was being illuminated by the combination of moonlight and dim street lights that peeked through the blinds of my bedroom window. I shifted around until I was lying on my side, wrapping my arms around an extra pillow and tried to will myself to sleep. My manager and the director aren’t going to be very happy with these developing eye bags…
*~*~*~
“Takumi-kun,” I panted as he trailed kisses down my neck. He placed hands on my shoulders and pushed me down gently while keeping his lips in contact with the base of my throat. My head hit the arm of the couch; Takumi-kun pausing briefly to tuck a pillow under my neck to make it more comfortable. He smiled at me, before capturing my slightly parted lips, still trying to catch my breath.
Takumi-kun shifted his weight until he straddled my hips. He bent lower to deepen the kiss, running his slick tongue along my bottom lip. My eyes fluttered briefly - still not used to the sensation even if we “practice” it this way every single time we were left alone by the cast and crew.
Itsuka no Kimi he had demanded for this kind of … contact. It wouldn’t help to practice right?
I moaned into the kiss, not seeming to get enough. I felt Takumi-kun smile against me as he shifted again, pressing a thigh to my growing arousal. We didn’t really worry about being caught this time. It was noon, everyone was out eating lunch, and we were in the more secluded rooms of the house. He left my lips, trailing down my neck again, moving his hands to the hem of my t-shirt and tugging it upwards.
I hissed as the cool winter air came in from the open window and breezed over my exposed torso, my eyes squeezing shut and gripping his strong shoulders. Takumi-kun warmed me up by running his large, gentle hands up and down my belly, smoothing lightly over my chest.
I whimpered as he placed his hands on my hips, leaning forward again, and kissing me once more. He slipped his thumbs under the waistband of my sleeping pants, tugging down the fabric.
I exhaled sharply as the cool air hit the newly exposed skin. I opened my eyes slightly, seeing Takumi-kun smile widely as he looked back at me.
“Let me finish what I started, Ryuu-chan,” he said in a dangerously low voice.
I gasped as he leaned forward again, capturing me in a brief kiss before he wrapped a strong hand around my base and giving it a light squeeze.
“T-Takumi-kun…”
*~*~*~
I bolted up-right, breathing heavily, my forehead beaded with sweat.
A dream?
I reached over and turned on the bedside lamp. I moved my legs slightly, my expression turning sour as I realized what had just happened. I heaved a sigh and pushed back the blanket, swinging my legs over and walking uncomfortably to the bathroom to wash up.
Tomorrow - I’ll definitely talk to him.
*~*~*~
ItsuKimi had been over for months already, but why did things like last night’s dream/nightmare still linger? I sat in the train, my leg bouncing to an unheard beat as I rode to Takumi-kun’s flat. I was nervous, uncomfortable, and feeling cold - despite the warm weather of the Tokyo summer.
I took a deep breath of air as I stepped out of the train and walked slowly down the stairs. My hands were trembling in my pockets as I took a step closer to Takumi-kun’s flat.
It didn’t take too long, Takumi-kun had the slight luxury of living so close to the transit services, and so even if he was running a little late, it wouldn’t be too much of a problem. I found his building and walked up the stairs unsteadily. My mind was racing with too many thoughts of all the possible outcomes this encounter would result in, my legs unsteady as I approached his door, and my hands feeling clammy within the warmness of my jacket pockets.
My footsteps were muffled by the thickly carpeted hallway of Takumi-kun’s building. I came upon his door, closing my eyes first and taking in a deep breath, before reaching out to ring the buzzer.
My heart pounded loudly, almost as loud as during that lesson, as I gathered the energy to move just a little more and applied pressure to that door bell.
At first I thought no one had been home. The bell had traveled through the apartment, but no sounds of footsteps were rushing to get the door, or the sound of a voice calling out that they’d be “right there”.
I closed my eyes and turned my body toward the end of the hallway which I walked through. I took a step forward … as the door swung open.
My eyes widened as my body snapped back into place.
“Uh, Hi, Takumi-kun…” I said softly, before becoming bewildered at the sight that this person was not Takumi-kun. He was dressed in jogging pants, a sleeveless shirt, his hair messy; his lips looked a little swollen and wet.
“Kawai-san? What brings you here?” Ruito-kun asked, his head tilting to one side in confusion.
“Ruito~, who is it? It wasn’t fair how you just left me hanging there…” I heard a familiar voice call from within the apartment, my eyes growing wide as that person came into view from beyond Ruito-kun’s shoulder.
Takumi-kun froze as well; his eyes staring back at me as if I just caught him committing a crime.
“Ru-Ruito-k-kun?” my voice croaked out. From behind Ruito-kun, Takumi-kun stopped in mid-step, looking up, and staring back at me.
I tore my eyes away from him, staring at the line where the carpet stopped and the wooden floor of Takumi-kun’s genkan started.
I heard a clearing of a throat, and then that all-too-familiar baritone voice addressing me as he came up behind Ruito and stepped in front of him. I saw Ruito focus his attention onto Takumi-kun, his head cocking the other way in confusion.
“Ryunosuke-kun, I -“
I shook my head, my eyes stinging as tears threatened to fall, feeling crushed as the truth of our “relationship” back there was merely a fling.
Why? If he was with Ruito-kun, what was that whole thing back there about?
“I… I have to go, sorry for bothering you both,” I mumbled quickly, forcing myself to give them a quick smile.
“Have fun, ne?” I said to Takumi-kun quietly, clapping my trembling hand on his shoulder and forcing a wider smile, refraining myself from sniffling and letting those threatening tears from falling.
Takumi-kun could only nod in response; maybe his throat went dry as well. With Ruito-kun being there, they must have been in the bedroom, since he looked like that when he answered the door, doing the things I dreamed about in the past few months.
I gave a small wave and dragged myself back toward the end of the hallway slowly, hearing a small click as Takumi-kun closed the door slowly and quietly, before hearing muffled yells from the younger boy. He probably didn’t know… just like how I didn’t know.
Closure could wait, ne?
A/N:
[x] Waii.. Relationships are complicated riight? Especially the ones Saitou gets himself into, ne? xD
Comments&Feedback are loved!
Sankyuuu for reading ^^.
Author: Keena
Pairing(s): ItsuKimi Pair; SaiRui; Kawai/Saitou/Ruito
Warnings/Rating: Slight angst, Light R
Notes: Kawai POV, Short fic inspired by confessions; Beta`d by the lovely
ishougen
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with these actors and they belong to their respective managements.
Saitou Takumi…
What is it about him that attracts people? Is it his eyes? Is it his hair? Is it his body structure? Or is it his voice? Whatever it is about him, I’ve become one of those people attracted to him… I think. Maybe that’s why I can’t sleep at night without thinking back on that …lesson.
The way his voice whispered, the way his tongue gently exploring my mouth, tickling my palate, and massaging my scalp. My mind recalls the thrill of almost getting caught, the heat that rose from our bodies being trapped under the thick blanket, and the arousal that was stirred from the experience almost as if it happened just five minutes ago.
… Some part of me just wants to do that again.
Is it wrong to wish so? Am I that attracted to him that I cannot find peace?
I look up at my ceiling that was being illuminated by the combination of moonlight and dim street lights that peeked through the blinds of my bedroom window. I shifted around until I was lying on my side, wrapping my arms around an extra pillow and tried to will myself to sleep. My manager and the director aren’t going to be very happy with these developing eye bags…
*~*~*~
“Takumi-kun,” I panted as he trailed kisses down my neck. He placed hands on my shoulders and pushed me down gently while keeping his lips in contact with the base of my throat. My head hit the arm of the couch; Takumi-kun pausing briefly to tuck a pillow under my neck to make it more comfortable. He smiled at me, before capturing my slightly parted lips, still trying to catch my breath.
Takumi-kun shifted his weight until he straddled my hips. He bent lower to deepen the kiss, running his slick tongue along my bottom lip. My eyes fluttered briefly - still not used to the sensation even if we “practice” it this way every single time we were left alone by the cast and crew.
Itsuka no Kimi he had demanded for this kind of … contact. It wouldn’t help to practice right?
I moaned into the kiss, not seeming to get enough. I felt Takumi-kun smile against me as he shifted again, pressing a thigh to my growing arousal. We didn’t really worry about being caught this time. It was noon, everyone was out eating lunch, and we were in the more secluded rooms of the house. He left my lips, trailing down my neck again, moving his hands to the hem of my t-shirt and tugging it upwards.
I hissed as the cool winter air came in from the open window and breezed over my exposed torso, my eyes squeezing shut and gripping his strong shoulders. Takumi-kun warmed me up by running his large, gentle hands up and down my belly, smoothing lightly over my chest.
I whimpered as he placed his hands on my hips, leaning forward again, and kissing me once more. He slipped his thumbs under the waistband of my sleeping pants, tugging down the fabric.
I exhaled sharply as the cool air hit the newly exposed skin. I opened my eyes slightly, seeing Takumi-kun smile widely as he looked back at me.
“Let me finish what I started, Ryuu-chan,” he said in a dangerously low voice.
I gasped as he leaned forward again, capturing me in a brief kiss before he wrapped a strong hand around my base and giving it a light squeeze.
“T-Takumi-kun…”
*~*~*~
I bolted up-right, breathing heavily, my forehead beaded with sweat.
A dream?
I reached over and turned on the bedside lamp. I moved my legs slightly, my expression turning sour as I realized what had just happened. I heaved a sigh and pushed back the blanket, swinging my legs over and walking uncomfortably to the bathroom to wash up.
Tomorrow - I’ll definitely talk to him.
*~*~*~
ItsuKimi had been over for months already, but why did things like last night’s dream/nightmare still linger? I sat in the train, my leg bouncing to an unheard beat as I rode to Takumi-kun’s flat. I was nervous, uncomfortable, and feeling cold - despite the warm weather of the Tokyo summer.
I took a deep breath of air as I stepped out of the train and walked slowly down the stairs. My hands were trembling in my pockets as I took a step closer to Takumi-kun’s flat.
It didn’t take too long, Takumi-kun had the slight luxury of living so close to the transit services, and so even if he was running a little late, it wouldn’t be too much of a problem. I found his building and walked up the stairs unsteadily. My mind was racing with too many thoughts of all the possible outcomes this encounter would result in, my legs unsteady as I approached his door, and my hands feeling clammy within the warmness of my jacket pockets.
My footsteps were muffled by the thickly carpeted hallway of Takumi-kun’s building. I came upon his door, closing my eyes first and taking in a deep breath, before reaching out to ring the buzzer.
My heart pounded loudly, almost as loud as during that lesson, as I gathered the energy to move just a little more and applied pressure to that door bell.
At first I thought no one had been home. The bell had traveled through the apartment, but no sounds of footsteps were rushing to get the door, or the sound of a voice calling out that they’d be “right there”.
I closed my eyes and turned my body toward the end of the hallway which I walked through. I took a step forward … as the door swung open.
My eyes widened as my body snapped back into place.
“Uh, Hi, Takumi-kun…” I said softly, before becoming bewildered at the sight that this person was not Takumi-kun. He was dressed in jogging pants, a sleeveless shirt, his hair messy; his lips looked a little swollen and wet.
“Kawai-san? What brings you here?” Ruito-kun asked, his head tilting to one side in confusion.
“Ruito~, who is it? It wasn’t fair how you just left me hanging there…” I heard a familiar voice call from within the apartment, my eyes growing wide as that person came into view from beyond Ruito-kun’s shoulder.
Takumi-kun froze as well; his eyes staring back at me as if I just caught him committing a crime.
“Ru-Ruito-k-kun?” my voice croaked out. From behind Ruito-kun, Takumi-kun stopped in mid-step, looking up, and staring back at me.
I tore my eyes away from him, staring at the line where the carpet stopped and the wooden floor of Takumi-kun’s genkan started.
I heard a clearing of a throat, and then that all-too-familiar baritone voice addressing me as he came up behind Ruito and stepped in front of him. I saw Ruito focus his attention onto Takumi-kun, his head cocking the other way in confusion.
“Ryunosuke-kun, I -“
I shook my head, my eyes stinging as tears threatened to fall, feeling crushed as the truth of our “relationship” back there was merely a fling.
Why? If he was with Ruito-kun, what was that whole thing back there about?
“I… I have to go, sorry for bothering you both,” I mumbled quickly, forcing myself to give them a quick smile.
“Have fun, ne?” I said to Takumi-kun quietly, clapping my trembling hand on his shoulder and forcing a wider smile, refraining myself from sniffling and letting those threatening tears from falling.
Takumi-kun could only nod in response; maybe his throat went dry as well. With Ruito-kun being there, they must have been in the bedroom, since he looked like that when he answered the door, doing the things I dreamed about in the past few months.
I gave a small wave and dragged myself back toward the end of the hallway slowly, hearing a small click as Takumi-kun closed the door slowly and quietly, before hearing muffled yells from the younger boy. He probably didn’t know… just like how I didn’t know.
Closure could wait, ne?
A/N:
[x] Waii.. Relationships are complicated riight? Especially the ones Saitou gets himself into, ne? xD
Comments&Feedback are loved!
Sankyuuu for reading ^^.