Fic for a Pic- Out of Town
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Title: Out of Town
Category: 5, Out of Town
Words: 836
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It had been kind of risky, sure. But it was a childish need to be close, probably encouraged by a glass of beer or two too many, that had prompted Tuti’s bold action.
“Sneaking into eachother’s room, wasn’t that what kids did at their schoolcamps?”
It was about the only thought Tuti’s foggy mind could produce as he cautiously looked around the deserted hallway.
No one there. Which wasn’t that much of a surprise, considering everyone was in a half-comatose state after that day’s tough show. “Oh, and the fact that it is 3.18AM might play a small part in it too…”, Tuti mentally added after he checked his watch.
He looked around a another good few minutes before finally, step for step, making his way ahead. With a rapidly quickening pulse he stopped before the room he had been looking for, looking around one last time before bringing his hand to polished doorknob and- SQUEAK!!!
Tuti threw himself back to the wall, scanning the hallways for any activity, like a prisoner hiding from the guards. When he saw a dark figure making its way to the bathroom, his heart which had been dangerously close to flying out of his chest to Nagoya and back slowed down a little.
Tuti let out a small sigh of relief as he heard the bathroom door click shut down the hallway and turned back to the matter at hand. That was; Sneaking into his boyfriends’ bed.
Inwardly he told himself to get the flying fuck back to his own room. But something about the thrill, and more importantly, the prospect of crawling into bed next to Takashi was enough for Tuti to carefully push open the door in front of him anyway.
To the left he saw Kengo’s chest slowly rising and falling; he also thought he could hear a small snore coming from his direction if he listened closely. “Thank God…” , Tuti whispered to himself, still sounding louder than expected in the silence of the night.
Slowly, and carefully as not to step on any squeaky boards on the floor, Tuti approached the bed on the right.
He smiled a little when he looked at Takashi’s sleeping face. It wasn’t quite that charming, with one side of his face mashed on the pillow and a line of drool seeping out, but it was a familiar picture that Tuti had somehow missed. Of course, he could see Takashi’s brilliant smile the entire day, but the part of him that was left when he and Tuti were alone, the part that let his guard down completely and the part left that was just him, fully, 100% Takashi. That was the part Tuti missed most these days of performance after performance.
“Okay. I’m only gonna lie down real quick. Ten minutes and I’m gone.”, Tuti promised himself when he carefully manouvered himself behind Takashi’s back and under the covers.
Closing what little distance was left, being in a single bed and all, the warmth from Takashi’s body and the warmth coming from inside from being so close to Takashi made Tuti relax instantly.
Keeping somewhere in the back of his mind that technically anyone could walk in or wake up any moment, Tuti snaked his arm around Takashi’s figure and instinctively reached for his hand and linked their fingers.
He closed his eyes, “Just 15 minutes, that’s all.”, inhaling the smell of Takashi’s freshly washed hair tickling his nose. “Only 20 minutes.”, Tuti negociated with himself while he pulled his boyfriend a little closer. Who in his turn let out a small sound and wriggled back a little in his mostly-asleep state. Tuti planted a soft kiss onto the nape of Takashi’s neck, “I think half an hour’d be fine…”.
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It was 6.37AM when he opened his eyes. The curtains were already letting through the first rays of sun and he could hear traffic getting busier already. He liked getting up early, so he never had to set any alarms to wake up in time.
While swinging his legs over the bedside all of a sudden his movements came to a halt. It was… Well, it certainly wasn’t something you’d get to see everyday.
“Or something that I’d want to see everyday…”, Kengo thought, shaking his head at the display in front of him.
Two grown men, shirtless, all huddled together in a small single bed. There could have been a lot of different explanations for this kind of scenario, Kengo’s mind helpfully supplied, but he was pretty sure the intertwined hands said enough and more than he’d ever wanted to hear.
A deep sigh and he was back in bed, pretending he didn’t see a thing, just when he heard a “JESUS CHRIST!!! TUTI!!” from the other side of the room followed by a loud *THUD* and an “OUCH, DAMMIT!!”.
It was then that Kengo resolutely decided that might someone ask, that yes, he was a very deep sleeper and no, he didn’t hear anything strange this morning.