[Fic] Turf Wars
Title: Turf Wars
Author: analine
Pairing: TutixNagayan
Warnings: None, worksafe
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Tuti likes having Nagayan on his turf, and vice versa.
Word Count: 2,058
Notes: So it feels like it's been forever for me, posting fic here, but with all the Mahamo stuff floating around, I finally found my inspiration again! ^_~ There are a couple of random references in here to stuff that's been posted recently--Eiji's blog pictures of Nagayan's ass, for one (:P), but in general this is just a little slice-of-life fic that kind of puts together all the thoughts I've been having lately about how they both must feel about Nagayan finally showing up on stage with *pnish*. (Please excuse the lame title too--it was the only thing that came to mind. :P) I hope you enjoy it! ^_^
Takashi is fresh out of the bath--the first truly un-rushed bath he’s had all week--feeling warm and relaxed and refreshed, kind of like all the energy he’d lost to today's 12-plus-hour schedule has suddenly been returned to him.
He leans against the door frame, tugging at the towel wrapped around his neck and running it over his head, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth as he takes in the view.
He never gets tired of seeing Tuti like this, blending in to the landscape of his apartment like he’s been there all along, like it’s perfectly natural for them to be sharing this space, this life.
Takashi just stares for a moment at Tuti--long legs stretched out sideways across Takashi’s bed, dog-eared script in one hand, a can of Asahi in the other. His demeanor is relaxed, but there’s focused tension there too, just under the surface. Takashi watches as Tuti flips a page, frowns, flips back two pages, closes his eyes.
"You know, it's been a while since I've seen you like this,” Takashi says after a moment, gesturing to the script. “Are you sure Daiki-chan didn't threaten to write you out of the next show or something the other day for being late?"
Tuti rolls his eyes, and then raises his eyebrows a little. "I'm always like this."
Takashi shakes his head. "You are not."
"What are you trying to say, Takashi, you don’t take me for a serious actor?" Tuti’s teasing though, the crinkle at the corner of his eyes gives it all away.
"I'm just saying you don't usually carry your script around with you as if it's attached to your hip, that's all."
"Well," Tuti says, taking a long swig of beer. "If you must know, this show happens to be a little...well...special, okay? For me."
Takashi sidles up to Tuti, pushing one long leg out of way to make space for himself on the bed, and grins. "Special, huh."
"Yup."
Takashi nuzzles against Tuti's shoulder, whispering, "And why is that?"
"Mmm, maybe because for once I get you on my turf?"
Takashi laughs. "Your turf? What are you, a dog?"
"You know what I mean."
Takashi nods. "Yeah, I do, but... For the sake of argument, let's say I didn't."
Tuti sighs, and narrows his eyes.
"Oh come on~ Just say it," Takashi teases.
"Say what?"
Takashi just stares at him, chin raised slightly, eyes dark, and a little playful. "You're happy.”
"Of course I'm happy, what does that--"
"You're happier than usual, and because you're you, that means you're more serious than usual."
Tuti is silent.
"Am I right?" Takashi asks, but the look on Tuti’s face says he already knows the answer.
"Maybe," Tuti concedes. "But the same is true for you."
Takashi gasps, then grins. "And here I thought you hadn't noticed."
"Hadn't noticed how you force me to run lines, not to mention dance steps at all hours of the day and night? It’s a wonder the neighbors haven’t complained.”
Takashi grins. "I hardly force you."
"And you thought I didn’t notice how you bounce out of bed when the alarm goes off for rehearsal after three hours of sleep? If you’re not up before the alarm, that is…”
"I don’t--"
"And the tension at rehearsals!” Tuti continues, on a roll now, “That's another thing altogether with you there, Takashi." Tuti winks. "So really, are you sure you want to tease me about this?"
Takashi lowers his eyes. “Oh, I’m pretty sure, Mr. Can’t-Stop-Staring-at-his-Boyfriend’s-Ass-EVER.”
“That,” Tuti argues, “doesn’t count. I was provoked.”
“Hey, talk to Eiji about that, those pictures were his idea.”
“And you really tried to talk him out of it, didn’t you.”
Takashi shrugs. “You know how he is, once he gets something into his head--”
“Right~”
Takashi gets up from the bed now, moving past Tuti, and making his way into the kitchen. He starts a little in surprise when Tuti grabs him from behind as he’s reaching for the coffee grinder.
“Oh no, you’re not keeping me up all night again with that damned coffee,” Tuti says, and his voice is loud so close to Takashi’s ear, his arms tight around Takashi’s chest.
Takashi squirms a little--his skin still feels warm from the bath, but something is telling him that this isn’t the only reason his cheeks are flushed with color right now. Takashi likes this--really likes it--having Tuti here when he gets home, or better yet, having them come home together (this wasn’t the case tonight, but with the show it’s been happening at least a few nights a week). He even likes the cans of beer Tuti’s been leaving in his fridge, the dirty conbini containers on the counter, and Tuti’s socks, crumpled in the corner next to one of his discarded rehearsal t-shirts that didn’t quite make it into the laundry.
Takashi really, really likes all of it, all of these little things that seem insignificant, but that in the end, turn up as pieces of the puzzle that makes up their lives.
Takashi likes Tuti in his life after all, likes to see them all mixed up like this--Tuti’s socks next to his t-shirt next to his iPod next to a script next to a bag that could belong to either of them. He normally keeps his place in pretty good order, and sometimes he wonders if he’ll ever have any kind of order again with Tuti here, but at the same time, he knows he doesn’t really care. That he might even like this sense of complete disarray, sometimes.
“So I was going to beg you to put away that coffee and have a beer with me, but now I just kind of want to know what’s on your mind,” Tuti says, arms still tight around Takashi’s chest.
Takashi leans back into that warmth now, feeling pliant, open. “I was just thinking about how mixed up we are.”
Tuti laughs. “Is that a bad thing?”
“Nope.” Takashi grins, and leans his head back against Tuti’s shoulder. “I think I really like it.”
Tuti makes a noise of agreement, and Takashi listens for a second to the sound of their breathing against the noises of the apartment-the sound of water rushing though the pipes upstairs, the creak of the floor above them, the dull hum of the fridge in the far corner.
“So I guess it’s kind of the same for both of us, really,” Takashi says thoughtfully, as the vibrations of the fridge slowly shudder to a stop. He takes a step forward as Tuti’s arms release him, then turns and leans against the counter.
“What is?”
“You like me on your turf, and I like you on mine.”
Tuti chuckles. “It has kind of worked out that way, hasn’t it.”
“Yup.”
Tuti is silent for a moment. “I like your turf too, you know.”
“Well, judging by how you’ve made yourself at home here, I’d suspected as much.”
“And I think you like mine too.”
“Of course I do,” Takashi says, and he’s surprised by how serious he sounds. “I’ve been waiting years for this.”
“Really?”
Takashi laughs. “Yes, Tuti, really. I’ve only tried to suggest it to you every few months or so since… Well, pretty much since we met!”
Tuti mulls this over for a second. “Really?”
“Yeah, all those times you’d ask me what I was doing next and I’d say something like, ‘Oh, well, I was keeping my schedule free for a guest spot-'”
“I thought you were kidding!”
Takashi is quiet for a second. “Well, I thought maybe you didn’t want me.”
“You thought I didn’t want to work with you on stage? With *pnish*? Are you crazy?”
Takashi rolls his eyes, and then gives Tuti a hard look. “You brushed me off, what was I supposed to think!”
Tuti’s expression softens a little, and he takes a small step forward, towards Takashi. He runs a long finger over Takashi’s forehead, brushing aside the dark fringe of hair just below his eyebrows. “I can’t believe you really thought I didn’t want you in a show. It’s not even up to me, you know.”
Takashi pauses, sighs. “I just figured it was the sort of thing you’d talk to me about if you wanted it to happen.”
Tuti blinks, then shakes his head. “Takashi, look at me. You were right before, okay. I’m really happy, having you with us. It’s something I’ve been thinking about for years too. Having you up there next to me with everyone is…well, it’s the best thing I could ever ask for.”
“Geez, Tuti, you don’t have to say all that. I wasn’t trying to guilt trip you.”
“I’m serious.” Tuti lets out a frustrated breath, and leans back against the counter, his shoulder pressing against Takashi’s arm. “This is better than before, right? Better than anything else we’ve been able to do. To me, it feels like… well, it feels like us, you know? At least it feels more like a piece of us than most things, right?”
Takashi nods. “Even when we’re not up there in the scene together, I feel like we’re all connected, you know? It’s nice to finally be a part of that. Maybe it’s just because I’ve spent years watching *pnish* shows, and just…well…” Takashi laughs. “I don’t know, there’s something about the energy between all of you, and the feeling you get from watching all of you up there. I was a little jealous, maybe.”
Tuti smiles. “Maybe?”
“Yeah, maybe. You guys can be a little…intimidating, you know? You’ve been working together for so long, and you’ve all got this kind of unspoken language thing going on when you’re on stage-it’s a little scary. How could I not be jealous?”
Tuti just smiles a little, and pulls Takashi close. “Well, it’s a good thing we managed to catch you when we did then.”
Takashi grins. “It was pretty much perfect timing.”
“If we’d let you go another year, who knows what would have happened.”
“Maybe I’d have just gone ahead and announced myself as the 5th member, right?”
Tuti laughs. “Maybe. We’d have dealt with that though.”
“Yeah?”
Tuti grins, poking Takashi in the ribs. “Of course. We’re ready. We’ve got the pink to prove it too. Daiki-chan made sure of that.”
“Mmm, sounds good~” And because he can’t help it, Takashi closes the distance between them, feeling the rough stubble along Tuti’s chin against his tongue and lips as he drops several kisses along Tuti’s jaw line, body curling against Tuti’s, moving in response to the palm of Tuti’s hand against the small of his back.
“Who says I’d have to be pink anyway? Maybe I’d want to pick my own color. Maybe I’d want polka-dots,” Takashi whispers before he slips his tongue out along Tuti’s earlobe, sucking gently, and feeling his heart start to race a little at the gasp this draws from Tuti’s lips.
Tuti’s fingers close around Takashi’s ass and before he knows it, Tuti’s lips are pressed against his neck and he’s arching up into the touch, and opening his mouth a little to sigh, because really, it’s been a long day, a long week, and suddenly his body feels like it’s been aching for this. He presses their lips together, and feels the familiar rush of warmth as Tuti’s tongue slides against his. He’s thinking about Tuti, and *pnish* and polka-dotted costumes-pink polka-dots, maybe--and everything he owns mixed up with everything Tuti owns and Tuti, in his life like this forever, being on stage with *pnish*, with Tuti always at his side, and in this moment, it feels like things couldn’t possibly be more right, not if he had three lifetimes to work with instead of one.
Running lines, and blocking scenes, and learning dance steps, with Tuti right there next to him, and yellow and blue and green and red and pink polka dots and Tuti’s lips pressed against his, their bodies so close they can’t get any closer-it’s as near to perfection as Takashi thinks he’ll ever find.
Well, short of sealing the deal and becoming number five, but he figures that’s a discussion that can wait for another day.
***
Author: analine
Pairing: TutixNagayan
Warnings: None, worksafe
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Tuti likes having Nagayan on his turf, and vice versa.
Word Count: 2,058
Notes: So it feels like it's been forever for me, posting fic here, but with all the Mahamo stuff floating around, I finally found my inspiration again! ^_~ There are a couple of random references in here to stuff that's been posted recently--Eiji's blog pictures of Nagayan's ass, for one (:P), but in general this is just a little slice-of-life fic that kind of puts together all the thoughts I've been having lately about how they both must feel about Nagayan finally showing up on stage with *pnish*. (Please excuse the lame title too--it was the only thing that came to mind. :P) I hope you enjoy it! ^_^
Takashi is fresh out of the bath--the first truly un-rushed bath he’s had all week--feeling warm and relaxed and refreshed, kind of like all the energy he’d lost to today's 12-plus-hour schedule has suddenly been returned to him.
He leans against the door frame, tugging at the towel wrapped around his neck and running it over his head, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth as he takes in the view.
He never gets tired of seeing Tuti like this, blending in to the landscape of his apartment like he’s been there all along, like it’s perfectly natural for them to be sharing this space, this life.
Takashi just stares for a moment at Tuti--long legs stretched out sideways across Takashi’s bed, dog-eared script in one hand, a can of Asahi in the other. His demeanor is relaxed, but there’s focused tension there too, just under the surface. Takashi watches as Tuti flips a page, frowns, flips back two pages, closes his eyes.
"You know, it's been a while since I've seen you like this,” Takashi says after a moment, gesturing to the script. “Are you sure Daiki-chan didn't threaten to write you out of the next show or something the other day for being late?"
Tuti rolls his eyes, and then raises his eyebrows a little. "I'm always like this."
Takashi shakes his head. "You are not."
"What are you trying to say, Takashi, you don’t take me for a serious actor?" Tuti’s teasing though, the crinkle at the corner of his eyes gives it all away.
"I'm just saying you don't usually carry your script around with you as if it's attached to your hip, that's all."
"Well," Tuti says, taking a long swig of beer. "If you must know, this show happens to be a little...well...special, okay? For me."
Takashi sidles up to Tuti, pushing one long leg out of way to make space for himself on the bed, and grins. "Special, huh."
"Yup."
Takashi nuzzles against Tuti's shoulder, whispering, "And why is that?"
"Mmm, maybe because for once I get you on my turf?"
Takashi laughs. "Your turf? What are you, a dog?"
"You know what I mean."
Takashi nods. "Yeah, I do, but... For the sake of argument, let's say I didn't."
Tuti sighs, and narrows his eyes.
"Oh come on~ Just say it," Takashi teases.
"Say what?"
Takashi just stares at him, chin raised slightly, eyes dark, and a little playful. "You're happy.”
"Of course I'm happy, what does that--"
"You're happier than usual, and because you're you, that means you're more serious than usual."
Tuti is silent.
"Am I right?" Takashi asks, but the look on Tuti’s face says he already knows the answer.
"Maybe," Tuti concedes. "But the same is true for you."
Takashi gasps, then grins. "And here I thought you hadn't noticed."
"Hadn't noticed how you force me to run lines, not to mention dance steps at all hours of the day and night? It’s a wonder the neighbors haven’t complained.”
Takashi grins. "I hardly force you."
"And you thought I didn’t notice how you bounce out of bed when the alarm goes off for rehearsal after three hours of sleep? If you’re not up before the alarm, that is…”
"I don’t--"
"And the tension at rehearsals!” Tuti continues, on a roll now, “That's another thing altogether with you there, Takashi." Tuti winks. "So really, are you sure you want to tease me about this?"
Takashi lowers his eyes. “Oh, I’m pretty sure, Mr. Can’t-Stop-Staring-at-his-Boyfriend’s-Ass-EVER.”
“That,” Tuti argues, “doesn’t count. I was provoked.”
“Hey, talk to Eiji about that, those pictures were his idea.”
“And you really tried to talk him out of it, didn’t you.”
Takashi shrugs. “You know how he is, once he gets something into his head--”
“Right~”
Takashi gets up from the bed now, moving past Tuti, and making his way into the kitchen. He starts a little in surprise when Tuti grabs him from behind as he’s reaching for the coffee grinder.
“Oh no, you’re not keeping me up all night again with that damned coffee,” Tuti says, and his voice is loud so close to Takashi’s ear, his arms tight around Takashi’s chest.
Takashi squirms a little--his skin still feels warm from the bath, but something is telling him that this isn’t the only reason his cheeks are flushed with color right now. Takashi likes this--really likes it--having Tuti here when he gets home, or better yet, having them come home together (this wasn’t the case tonight, but with the show it’s been happening at least a few nights a week). He even likes the cans of beer Tuti’s been leaving in his fridge, the dirty conbini containers on the counter, and Tuti’s socks, crumpled in the corner next to one of his discarded rehearsal t-shirts that didn’t quite make it into the laundry.
Takashi really, really likes all of it, all of these little things that seem insignificant, but that in the end, turn up as pieces of the puzzle that makes up their lives.
Takashi likes Tuti in his life after all, likes to see them all mixed up like this--Tuti’s socks next to his t-shirt next to his iPod next to a script next to a bag that could belong to either of them. He normally keeps his place in pretty good order, and sometimes he wonders if he’ll ever have any kind of order again with Tuti here, but at the same time, he knows he doesn’t really care. That he might even like this sense of complete disarray, sometimes.
“So I was going to beg you to put away that coffee and have a beer with me, but now I just kind of want to know what’s on your mind,” Tuti says, arms still tight around Takashi’s chest.
Takashi leans back into that warmth now, feeling pliant, open. “I was just thinking about how mixed up we are.”
Tuti laughs. “Is that a bad thing?”
“Nope.” Takashi grins, and leans his head back against Tuti’s shoulder. “I think I really like it.”
Tuti makes a noise of agreement, and Takashi listens for a second to the sound of their breathing against the noises of the apartment-the sound of water rushing though the pipes upstairs, the creak of the floor above them, the dull hum of the fridge in the far corner.
“So I guess it’s kind of the same for both of us, really,” Takashi says thoughtfully, as the vibrations of the fridge slowly shudder to a stop. He takes a step forward as Tuti’s arms release him, then turns and leans against the counter.
“What is?”
“You like me on your turf, and I like you on mine.”
Tuti chuckles. “It has kind of worked out that way, hasn’t it.”
“Yup.”
Tuti is silent for a moment. “I like your turf too, you know.”
“Well, judging by how you’ve made yourself at home here, I’d suspected as much.”
“And I think you like mine too.”
“Of course I do,” Takashi says, and he’s surprised by how serious he sounds. “I’ve been waiting years for this.”
“Really?”
Takashi laughs. “Yes, Tuti, really. I’ve only tried to suggest it to you every few months or so since… Well, pretty much since we met!”
Tuti mulls this over for a second. “Really?”
“Yeah, all those times you’d ask me what I was doing next and I’d say something like, ‘Oh, well, I was keeping my schedule free for a guest spot-'”
“I thought you were kidding!”
Takashi is quiet for a second. “Well, I thought maybe you didn’t want me.”
“You thought I didn’t want to work with you on stage? With *pnish*? Are you crazy?”
Takashi rolls his eyes, and then gives Tuti a hard look. “You brushed me off, what was I supposed to think!”
Tuti’s expression softens a little, and he takes a small step forward, towards Takashi. He runs a long finger over Takashi’s forehead, brushing aside the dark fringe of hair just below his eyebrows. “I can’t believe you really thought I didn’t want you in a show. It’s not even up to me, you know.”
Takashi pauses, sighs. “I just figured it was the sort of thing you’d talk to me about if you wanted it to happen.”
Tuti blinks, then shakes his head. “Takashi, look at me. You were right before, okay. I’m really happy, having you with us. It’s something I’ve been thinking about for years too. Having you up there next to me with everyone is…well, it’s the best thing I could ever ask for.”
“Geez, Tuti, you don’t have to say all that. I wasn’t trying to guilt trip you.”
“I’m serious.” Tuti lets out a frustrated breath, and leans back against the counter, his shoulder pressing against Takashi’s arm. “This is better than before, right? Better than anything else we’ve been able to do. To me, it feels like… well, it feels like us, you know? At least it feels more like a piece of us than most things, right?”
Takashi nods. “Even when we’re not up there in the scene together, I feel like we’re all connected, you know? It’s nice to finally be a part of that. Maybe it’s just because I’ve spent years watching *pnish* shows, and just…well…” Takashi laughs. “I don’t know, there’s something about the energy between all of you, and the feeling you get from watching all of you up there. I was a little jealous, maybe.”
Tuti smiles. “Maybe?”
“Yeah, maybe. You guys can be a little…intimidating, you know? You’ve been working together for so long, and you’ve all got this kind of unspoken language thing going on when you’re on stage-it’s a little scary. How could I not be jealous?”
Tuti just smiles a little, and pulls Takashi close. “Well, it’s a good thing we managed to catch you when we did then.”
Takashi grins. “It was pretty much perfect timing.”
“If we’d let you go another year, who knows what would have happened.”
“Maybe I’d have just gone ahead and announced myself as the 5th member, right?”
Tuti laughs. “Maybe. We’d have dealt with that though.”
“Yeah?”
Tuti grins, poking Takashi in the ribs. “Of course. We’re ready. We’ve got the pink to prove it too. Daiki-chan made sure of that.”
“Mmm, sounds good~” And because he can’t help it, Takashi closes the distance between them, feeling the rough stubble along Tuti’s chin against his tongue and lips as he drops several kisses along Tuti’s jaw line, body curling against Tuti’s, moving in response to the palm of Tuti’s hand against the small of his back.
“Who says I’d have to be pink anyway? Maybe I’d want to pick my own color. Maybe I’d want polka-dots,” Takashi whispers before he slips his tongue out along Tuti’s earlobe, sucking gently, and feeling his heart start to race a little at the gasp this draws from Tuti’s lips.
Tuti’s fingers close around Takashi’s ass and before he knows it, Tuti’s lips are pressed against his neck and he’s arching up into the touch, and opening his mouth a little to sigh, because really, it’s been a long day, a long week, and suddenly his body feels like it’s been aching for this. He presses their lips together, and feels the familiar rush of warmth as Tuti’s tongue slides against his. He’s thinking about Tuti, and *pnish* and polka-dotted costumes-pink polka-dots, maybe--and everything he owns mixed up with everything Tuti owns and Tuti, in his life like this forever, being on stage with *pnish*, with Tuti always at his side, and in this moment, it feels like things couldn’t possibly be more right, not if he had three lifetimes to work with instead of one.
Running lines, and blocking scenes, and learning dance steps, with Tuti right there next to him, and yellow and blue and green and red and pink polka dots and Tuti’s lips pressed against his, their bodies so close they can’t get any closer-it’s as near to perfection as Takashi thinks he’ll ever find.
Well, short of sealing the deal and becoming number five, but he figures that’s a discussion that can wait for another day.
***