Fic for a Pic- Out of Town
Entry number... can't remember... 4? Yet another Out of Town fic ^__^
Title: In and Out
Category: Out of Town
Words: 565
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It felt awkward-of course it was awkward, they hadn’t seen each other in a little more than two months, due to their crazy, crazy schedules and his brief stint out of Tokyo-they hadn’t touched, hadn’t kissed, and all they had had connecting them was their cell phones, the most useful thing Man had ever invented.
Of course, there was also the thing about the light bulb.
Takashi’s body felt weird against his-it felt a little too angular, his hip bones pressed against him uncomfortably, and he thought he was holding Takashi’s wrists too tightly; he felt the bones under his fingers shift, Takashi doing something with his hands, finger drawing lazy circles against Tuti’s right thigh.
Tuti broke off the kiss, breathing hard, and let go of Takashi’s wrists, stepping back a little, head swimming, pounding, thudding-he needed to do something, get something out, he needed air and space and he needed to lie down and he needed Takashi.
He looked at Takashi, who looked irate, puzzled and aroused.
“I was thinking,” he clarified, “that the bedroom might be a better location. All this leather-it can’t be good for our sex lives.” He swept his hand to indicate the whole of the genkan.
Takashi laughed, a short burst, and then looked like he hadn’t meant to-not that it was all that convincing, he was smiling as he moved towards Tuti, smooth and slow, hair falling into his eyes a little. The light underlined his eye-bags, and he looked tired, overworked, and only incidentally very attractive. Tuti watched the pull of Takashi’s muscles and the line of his throat and realised that he’s missed this so much. This, which was Takashi kissing him, which was a leg between his, which was him pinned against the wall, breathless.
“This,” Nagayan panted, drawing back, “is not so bad, is it?”
“Yeah,” Tuti replied, capturing his lips in a quick kiss, “this-it’s ok.”
“Remember, Tuti, the leather is always good.”
**
They’re naked and clean and in his bed, despite the very dirty shower they had enjoyed. It was cool, and the soft glow of the moonlight picked out the feathery ends of Takashi’s hair, the curve of his side and the sharp cliff of his shoulder blades.
Tuti shifted beneath the blanket, suddenly feeling a flush of heat invade him, leaving a prickly feeling on his skin. He stared at the ceiling, thinking about nothing in particular, and in a fit of sleeplessness and boredom, tried to sync his breathing with Takashi’s. In and out. In and out. It was easy, and Tuti felt himself lost in the rhythm of it.
It felt awkward-of course it was awkward, he hadn’t had anyone in bed with him for a little more than two months, much less Takashi. He could acutely feel Takashi next to him, close but not exactly touching-only the very edges of their legs were-and he wanted more. He moved his chest closer to his back, until they were touching, and then slid his legs between Takashi’s, moving closer, wanting to feel more, touch more.
His arm encircled Takashi, reaching blindly over and entwining his fingers loosely with his. He felt the small pushes of Takashi’s back against his, felt his breaths through his skin, and he breathed in, out, with Takashi, and fell asleep, with Takashi.