Fic: On the Road - PG13
On the Road
by: Innusiq
Rating: PG13
Pairing: TutixNagayan
Word Count: 2185
Warnings: nothing really, unless you need warned about fluff, then… you have now been warned
Summary: On the road, the evening following opening night in Fukuoka
Author's Notes: Ya know how sometimes when you start writing something, you have this idea of what you want to write, but when you actually sit down and start writing, it never goes according to plan? Yeah, this would be one of those times. This was inspired by this moment.
There is nothing uncomfortable about the warmth against his back, nor the breath intermittently puffing against the nape of his neck through a progression of laugh-like-giggles that aren't entirely Takashi but more the drink the other man has consumed in the short time they've all been gathered in the Izakaya of choice for the evening. Tuti reaches back and settles his hands on familiar hips, steadying the man at his back, who for some reason thought two-in-one-haori would be a fun idea. Tuti doesn’t blame the alcohol for this turn of events, rather Takashi lacking any capacity of holding said alcohol, but it doesn't really matter seeing as all around them cast mates and members of the production crew laugh and tease at Takashi's blind attempts of catching whatever noodles he can between the ends of his chopsticks from the bowl of steaming ramen, and the less than successful shoveling of noodles into Tuti's mouth.
Tuti doesn't need to imagine what sight the two of them make, seeing as everyone with a decent view has their cell phones out, poised and ready to take that perfect shot, if not for blog updates then future black mail material, or just plain and simple taunting. He's sure to see at least one of the snapshots in the near future, he just hopes whichever picture ends up on the Internet doesn't look half as bad as it possibly could be. Just the thought of Tamaoki-san's reaction, already knowing he will be blamed no matter how much this idea was Takashi's and Takashi's alone, is enough to have him tread lightly in any future meetings with Takashi's manager. When Yotti returns to their table with a raised eyebrow and that knowing yet not surprised look, the one that tells him she definitely knows better than the rest of the gathered flock, he groans quietly watching as she pulls out her own cell phone, aiming it for her own copy to commemorate the evening. Yes, he is definitely going to be in the proverbial doghouse with Tamaoki-san.
Momentarily distracted in his thoughts, Tuti's heart nearly leaps from his chest when Takashi's lips brush against his neck in a moment of faltering balance. His hands instinctively grip Takashi's hips a little tighter to help steady his boyfriend, but he hears and feels a distinctive exhale that is usually accompanied by a flared nose signaling just how close to the line they are toting between what they should and should display and admit to in such a open and public venue. The noodles slip from the chopsticks before him, splashing broth not only on himself but his hoodie that Takashi is wearing and just like that the moment is quickly broken by the out cry from their gathered friends. It takes a moment for Tuti to swallow the lump in his throat, but once he does (and can breathe), he turns his head to look over his shoulder. Takashi is red-faced, but he's laughing along with the rest of the gathered party and when their eyes meet, Tuti offers a wide grin with one raised eyebrow before joining in with a loud bark of laughter.
Takashi settles back in the seat next to him, still wearing his hoodie, and takes up in conversation with Usui, and even though the man is sitting at the other corner seat next to him, he being caught between Takashi and Usui, his brain seems incapable of carrying any type conversation, still thinking back to the closeness of Takashi, and that brush of lips, and apparently his bowl of ramen is much more interesting to look at than joining in any type of meaningful conversation. A hand on his knee brings him back to the present and he looks over at Takashi.
"Do you need your hoodie back?" Takashi asks, but there is a look in his boyfriend's eye that tells him Takashi knows what's going on in his head and to calm down, no one is paying any attention.
Tuti clears his throat.
"N-no, I'm good."
Takashi offers a small smile and a nod, giving his knee a quick squeeze before removing his hand and turning to the next conversation. The night continues like any other uchiage, there is much drinking, much food, much laughter, and much celebrating. When it's time to leave, they all leave together, and being on the road and many, many kilometers away from Tokyo where they all live, they all head for the same train, all heading in the same direction for the night in search of the same hotel to crash at for a least a few hours before they are needed back at the theatre to start all over again. Somewhere between the train station and the hotel, he and Takashi got separated, which isn't so much a bother or uncommon, and he quickly diverts his attention from the itch beginning under his skin by lighting up a cigarette.
It's with a fuzzy head and a stumble that Tuti exits the elevator at his assigned floor. He sends an embarrassed but hopefully covering smile and laugh back at the rest of the car's occupants remaining on the elevator to continue on to the next couple floors. His friends laugh and point, throwing out a jab or two before the door slides closed. He can't help the louder than necessary bark of laughter as he rights himself, shouldering his bag before making his way down the corridor toward his room. He's still chuckling to himself while fishing in his pockets for his room keycard, and just as he's about to slip it into the door's lock mechanism, his cell phone buzzes and vibrates in his coat pocket.
Standing outside his still securely closed door, Tuti pulls out his phone and flips it open to read the incoming message.
Where are you?
Tuti smirks, quickly typing out a response. Room.
Tuti turns then, and leans against his door, waiting for a reply.
Why aren’t you here?
Tuti snorts. Not wise.
After a moment, the next message comes in. Mou… you're no fun.
And you've had too much, Tuti returns with a shake of his head, the smile uncontrollable thinking of Takashi's pout.
Trust me - I haven't had any.
Tuti snorts to himself. I mean to drink!!!!!!
I'm not drunk. Takashi argues in reply.
You're walk to the hotel would say otherwise. Tuit returns, remembering at least once before losing sight of Takashi, his boyfriend hanging heavily on Gaku's shoulder and feet fumbling every now and then.
I'm not that drunk - ass - Here! Now!
Before pushing off the door he'd been leaning against to head back the way he came, seeing as their rooms are at opposite ends of the floor, Tuti punches out a short message and then pockets his phone. It is only in the first hundred or so steps taken that it finally becomes apparent how tired his body feels. The overloading excitement and energy that usually accompanies an opening night has long since drained, through the evening's performance and the alcohol after, but if he had his choice (which he does) between crashing in his single or crashing with Takashi in his own single accommodations, there is no question where he'd rather be. Tired or not, he keeps on walking until he finds himself in front a hotel room door identical to his own, that opens before he even has a chance to knock.
"Took you long enough," Takashi says, turning and leading an unsteady way inside.
Tuti chuckles, sticking the privacy card out before closing and locking the door. He has no plans of getting up too early, but he definitely doesn't want anyone (maid or fellow cast member) knocking any earlier than necessary (especially not Gaku). Tuti shutters at that last thought before dropping his bag in the entrance and slipping off his shoes next to Takashi's. He's barely turned around when he finds his arms full of a very warm Takashi, and a mouthful too.
The kiss is sloppy, and Takashi leans heavily against him for support more than anything else, but this invasion of space is not unwelcomed or unwanted. His hands rest on Takashi's hips, steadying and supporting as much as possible while kissing back, taking control so it doesn't end in a complete mess. Takashi's hands gripping the lapels of his coat fist tighter, pulling them closer, but then Takashi's pulls his mouth away with a gasp.
"I'm really drunk."
Tuti laughs, already knowing that is the case and not really all that bothered or annoyed.
"Told you so."
This time Takashi snorts, pulling away and walking towards the bed, but one hand still holds onto the bottom corner of Tuti's coat, pulling him along. It is then that Tuti realizes Takashi is still wearing his hoodie, which reminds him of just how much he likes seeing Takashi wearing his clothes, and that it isn't often enough.
Takashi sinks heavily onto the small bed and pouts.
"Does that mean you're leaving?"
He's also reminded of how much he doesn't like a whiney and needy Takashi, even if the man looks illegally adorable when he's pouting. This is another reason Takashi shouldn't drink all that much, and he's thankful that is usually the status quo.
"Come on," Tuti says, helping Takashi take the hoodie and all unnecessary clothing off. Once he has Takashi down to a pair of black boxer-briefs, he nudges Takashi's shoulder and helps his boyfriend under the covers.
"I don't care what the girls think," Takashi says, burrowing in the covers. "You're a good boyfriend."
"What?"
"Shhhhhhh, they don't know I overheard. Thought I was sleeping," Takashi further explains, snickering. "They were discussing who'd make a better boyfriend of the guys in the cast. You didn't make it too high on their list."
Tuti snorts. "Yeah, well it's not like I want to be on any of their lists anyway."
This sends Takashi into a fit of laughter that goes on long enough for Tuti to remove his coat and the button-down shirt he is wearing.
"Not you're type, huh?" Takashi keeps on snickering.
Tuti just shakes his head, refusing to fuel the fire so-to-speak. Instead he removes his pants and takes care to flip off the light while nudging a still laughing Takashi over to make room.
"I don't know," Tuti finally says, facing Takashi once he's settled next the other man. "I'd say you share many similar qualities with a few of the girls."
This sobers Takashi a bit, not completely, but enough to get the giggling fit to stop.
"Who?"
He doesn't respond.
"Should I be concerned?"
At this Tuti just rolls his eyes, as if Takashi really needs to worry.
"I just want to know my competition."
"Takashi…"
"I guy's gotta know."
Tuti sighs. "There is no competition. I'm lucky you put up with me. Now go to sleep."
The room is quiet a moment, and as the minutes of silence draw out, Tuti begins to hope that his orders have been taken to heart, but when Takashi's voice speaks up he learns otherwise.
"I don't put up with you," Takashi says quietly, almost defensively. "You annoy me sometimes, yeah but I'm sure I annoy you…
"Like now?" Tuti asks, interrupting Takashi's line of thought.
"Like… Hey!"
Tuti sighs. "Takashi, you're drunk, and I'm tired. We both have the same day planned out for us tomorrow, which requires us to get a good night's sleep. We are not fighting here. I love you. You love me. We both know this. After six years of knowing each other, I'd like to think we get each other enough to know this all without having to say it. So, please… Go. To. Sleep."
The room falls quiet again, Tuti turns his back to Takashi as he tries to instill through the gesture how much they both need to be sleeping, even if he's now at the point where it might be a while before sleep actually claims him.
"Tuti?"
Takashi's voice is so quiet, he barely hears it, and he just barely feels the fingers ghosting over his shoulder, sending a shiver down his spine.
"Yes?"
Takashi doesn't say another word, just snuggles up behind Tuti, arm circling his waist, releasing an almost relaxed and relieved sigh against the back of Tuti's neck. Takashi seemingly drops off to sleep only a moment later, and just like that, Tuti finds his own tension, which he hadn't truly realized was even there until that moment, releases just as quickly. He too relaxes into the bed, and into Takashi's warmth, and finds that sleep isn't all that far off for him either.
by: Innusiq
Rating: PG13
Pairing: TutixNagayan
Word Count: 2185
Warnings: nothing really, unless you need warned about fluff, then… you have now been warned
Summary: On the road, the evening following opening night in Fukuoka
Author's Notes: Ya know how sometimes when you start writing something, you have this idea of what you want to write, but when you actually sit down and start writing, it never goes according to plan? Yeah, this would be one of those times. This was inspired by this moment.
There is nothing uncomfortable about the warmth against his back, nor the breath intermittently puffing against the nape of his neck through a progression of laugh-like-giggles that aren't entirely Takashi but more the drink the other man has consumed in the short time they've all been gathered in the Izakaya of choice for the evening. Tuti reaches back and settles his hands on familiar hips, steadying the man at his back, who for some reason thought two-in-one-haori would be a fun idea. Tuti doesn’t blame the alcohol for this turn of events, rather Takashi lacking any capacity of holding said alcohol, but it doesn't really matter seeing as all around them cast mates and members of the production crew laugh and tease at Takashi's blind attempts of catching whatever noodles he can between the ends of his chopsticks from the bowl of steaming ramen, and the less than successful shoveling of noodles into Tuti's mouth.
Tuti doesn't need to imagine what sight the two of them make, seeing as everyone with a decent view has their cell phones out, poised and ready to take that perfect shot, if not for blog updates then future black mail material, or just plain and simple taunting. He's sure to see at least one of the snapshots in the near future, he just hopes whichever picture ends up on the Internet doesn't look half as bad as it possibly could be. Just the thought of Tamaoki-san's reaction, already knowing he will be blamed no matter how much this idea was Takashi's and Takashi's alone, is enough to have him tread lightly in any future meetings with Takashi's manager. When Yotti returns to their table with a raised eyebrow and that knowing yet not surprised look, the one that tells him she definitely knows better than the rest of the gathered flock, he groans quietly watching as she pulls out her own cell phone, aiming it for her own copy to commemorate the evening. Yes, he is definitely going to be in the proverbial doghouse with Tamaoki-san.
Momentarily distracted in his thoughts, Tuti's heart nearly leaps from his chest when Takashi's lips brush against his neck in a moment of faltering balance. His hands instinctively grip Takashi's hips a little tighter to help steady his boyfriend, but he hears and feels a distinctive exhale that is usually accompanied by a flared nose signaling just how close to the line they are toting between what they should and should display and admit to in such a open and public venue. The noodles slip from the chopsticks before him, splashing broth not only on himself but his hoodie that Takashi is wearing and just like that the moment is quickly broken by the out cry from their gathered friends. It takes a moment for Tuti to swallow the lump in his throat, but once he does (and can breathe), he turns his head to look over his shoulder. Takashi is red-faced, but he's laughing along with the rest of the gathered party and when their eyes meet, Tuti offers a wide grin with one raised eyebrow before joining in with a loud bark of laughter.
Takashi settles back in the seat next to him, still wearing his hoodie, and takes up in conversation with Usui, and even though the man is sitting at the other corner seat next to him, he being caught between Takashi and Usui, his brain seems incapable of carrying any type conversation, still thinking back to the closeness of Takashi, and that brush of lips, and apparently his bowl of ramen is much more interesting to look at than joining in any type of meaningful conversation. A hand on his knee brings him back to the present and he looks over at Takashi.
"Do you need your hoodie back?" Takashi asks, but there is a look in his boyfriend's eye that tells him Takashi knows what's going on in his head and to calm down, no one is paying any attention.
Tuti clears his throat.
"N-no, I'm good."
Takashi offers a small smile and a nod, giving his knee a quick squeeze before removing his hand and turning to the next conversation. The night continues like any other uchiage, there is much drinking, much food, much laughter, and much celebrating. When it's time to leave, they all leave together, and being on the road and many, many kilometers away from Tokyo where they all live, they all head for the same train, all heading in the same direction for the night in search of the same hotel to crash at for a least a few hours before they are needed back at the theatre to start all over again. Somewhere between the train station and the hotel, he and Takashi got separated, which isn't so much a bother or uncommon, and he quickly diverts his attention from the itch beginning under his skin by lighting up a cigarette.
It's with a fuzzy head and a stumble that Tuti exits the elevator at his assigned floor. He sends an embarrassed but hopefully covering smile and laugh back at the rest of the car's occupants remaining on the elevator to continue on to the next couple floors. His friends laugh and point, throwing out a jab or two before the door slides closed. He can't help the louder than necessary bark of laughter as he rights himself, shouldering his bag before making his way down the corridor toward his room. He's still chuckling to himself while fishing in his pockets for his room keycard, and just as he's about to slip it into the door's lock mechanism, his cell phone buzzes and vibrates in his coat pocket.
Standing outside his still securely closed door, Tuti pulls out his phone and flips it open to read the incoming message.
Where are you?
Tuti smirks, quickly typing out a response. Room.
Tuti turns then, and leans against his door, waiting for a reply.
Why aren’t you here?
Tuti snorts. Not wise.
After a moment, the next message comes in. Mou… you're no fun.
And you've had too much, Tuti returns with a shake of his head, the smile uncontrollable thinking of Takashi's pout.
Trust me - I haven't had any.
Tuti snorts to himself. I mean to drink!!!!!!
I'm not drunk. Takashi argues in reply.
You're walk to the hotel would say otherwise. Tuit returns, remembering at least once before losing sight of Takashi, his boyfriend hanging heavily on Gaku's shoulder and feet fumbling every now and then.
I'm not that drunk - ass - Here! Now!
Before pushing off the door he'd been leaning against to head back the way he came, seeing as their rooms are at opposite ends of the floor, Tuti punches out a short message and then pockets his phone. It is only in the first hundred or so steps taken that it finally becomes apparent how tired his body feels. The overloading excitement and energy that usually accompanies an opening night has long since drained, through the evening's performance and the alcohol after, but if he had his choice (which he does) between crashing in his single or crashing with Takashi in his own single accommodations, there is no question where he'd rather be. Tired or not, he keeps on walking until he finds himself in front a hotel room door identical to his own, that opens before he even has a chance to knock.
"Took you long enough," Takashi says, turning and leading an unsteady way inside.
Tuti chuckles, sticking the privacy card out before closing and locking the door. He has no plans of getting up too early, but he definitely doesn't want anyone (maid or fellow cast member) knocking any earlier than necessary (especially not Gaku). Tuti shutters at that last thought before dropping his bag in the entrance and slipping off his shoes next to Takashi's. He's barely turned around when he finds his arms full of a very warm Takashi, and a mouthful too.
The kiss is sloppy, and Takashi leans heavily against him for support more than anything else, but this invasion of space is not unwelcomed or unwanted. His hands rest on Takashi's hips, steadying and supporting as much as possible while kissing back, taking control so it doesn't end in a complete mess. Takashi's hands gripping the lapels of his coat fist tighter, pulling them closer, but then Takashi's pulls his mouth away with a gasp.
"I'm really drunk."
Tuti laughs, already knowing that is the case and not really all that bothered or annoyed.
"Told you so."
This time Takashi snorts, pulling away and walking towards the bed, but one hand still holds onto the bottom corner of Tuti's coat, pulling him along. It is then that Tuti realizes Takashi is still wearing his hoodie, which reminds him of just how much he likes seeing Takashi wearing his clothes, and that it isn't often enough.
Takashi sinks heavily onto the small bed and pouts.
"Does that mean you're leaving?"
He's also reminded of how much he doesn't like a whiney and needy Takashi, even if the man looks illegally adorable when he's pouting. This is another reason Takashi shouldn't drink all that much, and he's thankful that is usually the status quo.
"Come on," Tuti says, helping Takashi take the hoodie and all unnecessary clothing off. Once he has Takashi down to a pair of black boxer-briefs, he nudges Takashi's shoulder and helps his boyfriend under the covers.
"I don't care what the girls think," Takashi says, burrowing in the covers. "You're a good boyfriend."
"What?"
"Shhhhhhh, they don't know I overheard. Thought I was sleeping," Takashi further explains, snickering. "They were discussing who'd make a better boyfriend of the guys in the cast. You didn't make it too high on their list."
Tuti snorts. "Yeah, well it's not like I want to be on any of their lists anyway."
This sends Takashi into a fit of laughter that goes on long enough for Tuti to remove his coat and the button-down shirt he is wearing.
"Not you're type, huh?" Takashi keeps on snickering.
Tuti just shakes his head, refusing to fuel the fire so-to-speak. Instead he removes his pants and takes care to flip off the light while nudging a still laughing Takashi over to make room.
"I don't know," Tuti finally says, facing Takashi once he's settled next the other man. "I'd say you share many similar qualities with a few of the girls."
This sobers Takashi a bit, not completely, but enough to get the giggling fit to stop.
"Who?"
He doesn't respond.
"Should I be concerned?"
At this Tuti just rolls his eyes, as if Takashi really needs to worry.
"I just want to know my competition."
"Takashi…"
"I guy's gotta know."
Tuti sighs. "There is no competition. I'm lucky you put up with me. Now go to sleep."
The room is quiet a moment, and as the minutes of silence draw out, Tuti begins to hope that his orders have been taken to heart, but when Takashi's voice speaks up he learns otherwise.
"I don't put up with you," Takashi says quietly, almost defensively. "You annoy me sometimes, yeah but I'm sure I annoy you…
"Like now?" Tuti asks, interrupting Takashi's line of thought.
"Like… Hey!"
Tuti sighs. "Takashi, you're drunk, and I'm tired. We both have the same day planned out for us tomorrow, which requires us to get a good night's sleep. We are not fighting here. I love you. You love me. We both know this. After six years of knowing each other, I'd like to think we get each other enough to know this all without having to say it. So, please… Go. To. Sleep."
The room falls quiet again, Tuti turns his back to Takashi as he tries to instill through the gesture how much they both need to be sleeping, even if he's now at the point where it might be a while before sleep actually claims him.
"Tuti?"
Takashi's voice is so quiet, he barely hears it, and he just barely feels the fingers ghosting over his shoulder, sending a shiver down his spine.
"Yes?"
Takashi doesn't say another word, just snuggles up behind Tuti, arm circling his waist, releasing an almost relaxed and relieved sigh against the back of Tuti's neck. Takashi seemingly drops off to sleep only a moment later, and just like that, Tuti finds his own tension, which he hadn't truly realized was even there until that moment, releases just as quickly. He too relaxes into the bed, and into Takashi's warmth, and finds that sleep isn't all that far off for him either.