[fic] Double (Lens) Date
Title: Double (Lens) Date
Author: fencer_x
Rating: PG-13 (some swearing and allusions to naughty things, par for the course :P)
Summary: In Kobe before opening night for Dream Live 7th, Nagayan gives Tuti a present.
Notes: Like we weren't going to write fic about this? (if you've missed the significance, Nagayan's been really into twin-lens reflex cameras for the past month or so, and Tuti finally got one, too)
"Where's Tuti?" Takashi frowned, tossing his pack under his station and glancing around their cramped dressing room as if expecting the man to suddenly pop from the ether into view, but was instead met with only Kimeru's acknowledging glance in the reflection of his mirror as he straightened his hair.
"No clue," was all he was returned as his friend turned his attentions back to his pre-show ritual; it was early yet to be getting seriously prepared for the evening's performance, but it was opening night and that set everyone on edge with nerves, fired up from fear as much as excitement. You could never be too prepared for your first time back on a stage like this in five years. "You didn't get here together?"
Takashi shook his head slipping into the fold-up chair next to his friend. "Had some errands to run after this morning's rehearsal." Kimeru nodded slowly, obviously only half-way paying attention to ensure he didn't burn his head or singe of a few chunks of hair. "Where is everyone?"
A shrug. "I think Eiji-san and the others mentioned something about cards with the Rikkai boys. Haven't seen them since Naoya left to find them after his nap."
There was a loud bang as something slammed hard into the door, jerking them both in their seats, and a moment later Tuti came piling in, laughing loudly and calling out to someone down the hall. As soon as he turned his attention into the room properly, however, his brows lifted in excitement and he planted himself in one of the chairs (Eiji-san's) at a nearby station. "Where the hell have you been? Hosogai-kun taught me the best new curse word."
"Really?" Takashi mouthed, feigning unimpression, and turned back to his station to pretend to be busy. He wondered absently how much longer Kime had on his hair. "You barrelled in here just to tell us about the newest dirty word in your arsenol?"
An excited nod and a chuckle deep in the back of his throat told Takashi this was very much what had put him in such a good mood. Confident he'd next be asked whether or not he wanted to know what exactly this word was, he held out a hand as if to say, "Well?"
Tuti blurted out some sharp series of sounds that Takashi didn't actually think sounded much like a word in any human language at all, much less a curse word. "...What's it mean?" he deadpanned after a moment.
This didn't seem to do anything to dampen the man's joy. "Not a clue. But he says it's pretty bad. Who does Yamashita-tenchou use to get shirts printed up? I want to get it on a shirt and go freak people out in Guam."
Takashi bit his lip here, because the very idea of Tuti trekking to a place like Guam just to offend the nearest English-speaking populace he could find was, decidedly, quite amusing. He shook his head as he reach into the Gain bag at his feet. "I'm not hooking you up just so you can print an offensive shirt."
Tuti frowned. "He prints up Blossam, I don't see how this is--" Takashi shot him a look, and Tuti cleared his throat, turning his attentions over to Kimeru, who appeared to be winding down his beautification ritual. "Where is everyone?"
"Playing cards next door," Kimeru and Takashi answered at once, and Kimeru continued with a loud sigh. "And I'm going to join them. I hear they're playing for drinks at the uchiage." He tossed the towel he'd had wrapped around his neck onto the counter, quirking his brows up. "You two coming?"
"Sure~" "Later--" were the simultaneous answers, and Takashi shot Tuti a look that told him Later was the correct one. Kimeru regarded them, amused, for a moment, waiting to hear their final answer, and when neither made any subsequent attempts to follow him out of the room, he rolled his eyes and sauntered out with a swish in his step, pulling the door shut behind him.
"I want free drinks at the uchiage though," Tuti protested, twisting around in his chair and leaning over the back of it, forcing it onto the rear two legs. "Unless you're offering?"
Takashi didn't respond, merely lifting the Gain bag up by its handles and shaking it in Tuti's face. "Present."
Tuti frowned, tentatively reaching forward to take the bag. "...For what?" He paled. "I didn't--crap, I wasn't supposed to get you something was I? Shit--"
"Just take the damn bag, god." He flopped back and crossed his arms, glasses sliding down his nose and not bothering to push them back up. "It's a just because thing. Don't flip out."
Tuti raised a brow but wisely quieted down, reaching in to take out the small, elaborately wrapped box. "When did you have time to wrap this?"
"Gift wrapping."
"Well now that's not special--"
"Do you want your present or not?"
"I'm unwrapping it, sheesh." He had a bit of difficulty getting the top ribbon untied, eventually just sliding it off and tossing it in the nearest burnables bin, and then prised off the top. "...Oh it's..." He cocked his head. "One of those...cameras. Like you have."
"Twin-lens reflex camera." Tuti nodded, feigning being impressed, and gingerly pulled the camera from its box, turning it over in his grasp. Takashi got a bit flustered when he didn't seem all that happy for the gift. That the guy could be more excited to learn a word Takashi prayed he'd never use in front of their foreign fans than to receive a present Takashi was hoping meant they could share a new hobby with was beyond him. "Just--I thought maybe--well you seemed like you felt kind of left out when Kime and I went to the park a few weeks back."
Tuti glanced up from fiddling with the smooth black casing, lips quirking at the defensive tone. "I didn't feel left out."
Takashi raised a brow. "So the ten text messages in the hour after I posted about our park date had nothing to do with you wanting attention?"
"Nope," Tuti returned confidently, setting the camera back into its box. "That's what the blowjob I gave you when you got home was for." Takashi released a bark of laughter at this, covering his mouth and so very glad Kime had left them alone. Anything out of Tuti's lips was too much information. Tuti seemed pleased he'd gotten a reaction beyond another eyeroll, and paused to let Takashi calm down. He licked his lips and settled his chin on his arms crossed across the back of the chair. "Thanks. I'm totally going to use it to...take pictures of stuff."
"You have no clue how to work it, do you?"
Tuti sniffed, pushing himself upright and swinging his long legs around so he could stand. "I'll just get Yuzawa-san to give me a few pointers. Can't be too difficult."
"Hey--I know how to use it--" But Tuti had crossed the narrow width of the gakuya to dip down and cut of Takashi's protests bodily, pressing in with his lips just hard enough to get his point across, swiping his tongue across the pursed lips before pulling back again and leaving just a breath of space between them.
Their foreheads were pressed together, and Tuti smiled when their noses brushed, mingled breath fogging up Takashi's glasses that were big and wide staring back at him. "Thanks. Really. I love it."
"Liar," Takashi protested softly, still mesmerized by their closeness and the suddenness of the kiss. After all this time, having been witness to every single one of Tuti's seduction tricks dozens of times over, it should've been embarrassing how quickly he could have the wind knocked out of him by mere proximity. He swallowed, attempting to school his features. "You're just a big jealous baby."
"Can't I be both?" Takashi shoved him away good naturedly, twisting back around in his chair and pretending to be searching for the makeup bag that was sitting right in front of him. Tuti rubbed his chest in feigned pain. "So when's our first park date?"
"You don't have to patronize me, ass," he bit back, still smiling.
"Not patronizing--I'm curious. Any time, anywhere. Me and my little friend here are ready to go." He tapped the box with the toe of the slippers he'd donned while wandering the halls.
"Hmph. Well, after this run at least. And we've still got to finish filming when we get back to Tokyo, remember."
"Yeah yeah, but after that."
He pulled the headband from behind his mirror, yanking it up and over his face to push back his bangs. Where had he put his wig cap? "Don't you and Eiji-san have HappyPani?" He glanced into the mirror to see Tuti's reaction behind him, amused at the face of disgust the man made.
"That's not 'til, like, mid-June. We've got a couple of interviews, but that's about it..." He trailed off, then locked eyes with Takashi in his mirror. "...You're coming again, right?"
"You're not gonna make me be in another one of your shows if I do, are you?"
"Excuse me? I don't think it was any of us up there leaning over the railing blurting out that you were going to be in the next play."
"No, it was you the night before telling me for the fiftieth time that I should be in a *pnish* show come on Takashi you know you'd have a blast Leader loves you he'd totally cut you some slack if you felt you needed to take time out of rehearsals to blow me in the props closet please Takashi please." Tuti didn't deny this, merely pursed his lips to keep from giggling in a very self-satisfied manner, and looked away. "Don't give me that shit, you know you said it."
Tuti swiftly changed topics. "So fine, after HappyPani."
"I've got my show."
"Then after that."
"Fan club event in August."
Tuti threw up his hands. "Well when the fuck do we get some time together?"
Ignoring his dramatics, Takashi finally fished his wig cap from where it had fallen behind the table, setting it off to the side. "Where have you been the past six months when we've spent half our working days on the same set or in a rehearsal hall together?"
Tuti slumped into the chair beside him, and Takashi winced at the way it groaned under his weight. "I mean some us time together. We haven't had any free days off together since, what, January?"
"It hasn't been that long--" Tuti looked like he wanted to protest that it had so been that long and he would prove it by comparing their planners, but Takashi cut him off, continuing, "--and it's not like we won't have any time. We just...can't plan that far ahead, you know that. Things come up, meetings get moved around, rehearsal days get added or hall times extended." Tuti glanced away, frowning. "We just...have to play it by ear."
Tuti seemed only moderately placated by this reassurance, and with a long-suffering sigh, Takashi reached into his bag, pulling out his phone and flipping it open to thumb through the address book. After a moment's searching, he handed it over to Tuti. "Here."
"What?"
Takashi pushed himself up from his station, slipping on his own pair of slippers. "Gain's number. Have Tenchou make your stupid offensive shirt and stop whining." He added an eye roll to his grumblings, but still had to clamp down on the urge to smile.
Tuti broke into a grin, likely already running through in his mind the perfect color combination and font to use on what would likely become an international incident if he had his way, and Takashi headed for the door. "Hey--wait, where are you going?"
"Cards next door." He yanked on the handle and a chorus of laughter spilled in from the hallway. "Gonna win you some drinks at the uchiage."
Which was fine with Tuti, as he sucked at poker anyways.
Author: fencer_x
Rating: PG-13 (some swearing and allusions to naughty things, par for the course :P)
Summary: In Kobe before opening night for Dream Live 7th, Nagayan gives Tuti a present.
Notes: Like we weren't going to write fic about this? (if you've missed the significance, Nagayan's been really into twin-lens reflex cameras for the past month or so, and Tuti finally got one, too)
"Where's Tuti?" Takashi frowned, tossing his pack under his station and glancing around their cramped dressing room as if expecting the man to suddenly pop from the ether into view, but was instead met with only Kimeru's acknowledging glance in the reflection of his mirror as he straightened his hair.
"No clue," was all he was returned as his friend turned his attentions back to his pre-show ritual; it was early yet to be getting seriously prepared for the evening's performance, but it was opening night and that set everyone on edge with nerves, fired up from fear as much as excitement. You could never be too prepared for your first time back on a stage like this in five years. "You didn't get here together?"
Takashi shook his head slipping into the fold-up chair next to his friend. "Had some errands to run after this morning's rehearsal." Kimeru nodded slowly, obviously only half-way paying attention to ensure he didn't burn his head or singe of a few chunks of hair. "Where is everyone?"
A shrug. "I think Eiji-san and the others mentioned something about cards with the Rikkai boys. Haven't seen them since Naoya left to find them after his nap."
There was a loud bang as something slammed hard into the door, jerking them both in their seats, and a moment later Tuti came piling in, laughing loudly and calling out to someone down the hall. As soon as he turned his attention into the room properly, however, his brows lifted in excitement and he planted himself in one of the chairs (Eiji-san's) at a nearby station. "Where the hell have you been? Hosogai-kun taught me the best new curse word."
"Really?" Takashi mouthed, feigning unimpression, and turned back to his station to pretend to be busy. He wondered absently how much longer Kime had on his hair. "You barrelled in here just to tell us about the newest dirty word in your arsenol?"
An excited nod and a chuckle deep in the back of his throat told Takashi this was very much what had put him in such a good mood. Confident he'd next be asked whether or not he wanted to know what exactly this word was, he held out a hand as if to say, "Well?"
Tuti blurted out some sharp series of sounds that Takashi didn't actually think sounded much like a word in any human language at all, much less a curse word. "...What's it mean?" he deadpanned after a moment.
This didn't seem to do anything to dampen the man's joy. "Not a clue. But he says it's pretty bad. Who does Yamashita-tenchou use to get shirts printed up? I want to get it on a shirt and go freak people out in Guam."
Takashi bit his lip here, because the very idea of Tuti trekking to a place like Guam just to offend the nearest English-speaking populace he could find was, decidedly, quite amusing. He shook his head as he reach into the Gain bag at his feet. "I'm not hooking you up just so you can print an offensive shirt."
Tuti frowned. "He prints up Blossam, I don't see how this is--" Takashi shot him a look, and Tuti cleared his throat, turning his attentions over to Kimeru, who appeared to be winding down his beautification ritual. "Where is everyone?"
"Playing cards next door," Kimeru and Takashi answered at once, and Kimeru continued with a loud sigh. "And I'm going to join them. I hear they're playing for drinks at the uchiage." He tossed the towel he'd had wrapped around his neck onto the counter, quirking his brows up. "You two coming?"
"Sure~" "Later--" were the simultaneous answers, and Takashi shot Tuti a look that told him Later was the correct one. Kimeru regarded them, amused, for a moment, waiting to hear their final answer, and when neither made any subsequent attempts to follow him out of the room, he rolled his eyes and sauntered out with a swish in his step, pulling the door shut behind him.
"I want free drinks at the uchiage though," Tuti protested, twisting around in his chair and leaning over the back of it, forcing it onto the rear two legs. "Unless you're offering?"
Takashi didn't respond, merely lifting the Gain bag up by its handles and shaking it in Tuti's face. "Present."
Tuti frowned, tentatively reaching forward to take the bag. "...For what?" He paled. "I didn't--crap, I wasn't supposed to get you something was I? Shit--"
"Just take the damn bag, god." He flopped back and crossed his arms, glasses sliding down his nose and not bothering to push them back up. "It's a just because thing. Don't flip out."
Tuti raised a brow but wisely quieted down, reaching in to take out the small, elaborately wrapped box. "When did you have time to wrap this?"
"Gift wrapping."
"Well now that's not special--"
"Do you want your present or not?"
"I'm unwrapping it, sheesh." He had a bit of difficulty getting the top ribbon untied, eventually just sliding it off and tossing it in the nearest burnables bin, and then prised off the top. "...Oh it's..." He cocked his head. "One of those...cameras. Like you have."
"Twin-lens reflex camera." Tuti nodded, feigning being impressed, and gingerly pulled the camera from its box, turning it over in his grasp. Takashi got a bit flustered when he didn't seem all that happy for the gift. That the guy could be more excited to learn a word Takashi prayed he'd never use in front of their foreign fans than to receive a present Takashi was hoping meant they could share a new hobby with was beyond him. "Just--I thought maybe--well you seemed like you felt kind of left out when Kime and I went to the park a few weeks back."
Tuti glanced up from fiddling with the smooth black casing, lips quirking at the defensive tone. "I didn't feel left out."
Takashi raised a brow. "So the ten text messages in the hour after I posted about our park date had nothing to do with you wanting attention?"
"Nope," Tuti returned confidently, setting the camera back into its box. "That's what the blowjob I gave you when you got home was for." Takashi released a bark of laughter at this, covering his mouth and so very glad Kime had left them alone. Anything out of Tuti's lips was too much information. Tuti seemed pleased he'd gotten a reaction beyond another eyeroll, and paused to let Takashi calm down. He licked his lips and settled his chin on his arms crossed across the back of the chair. "Thanks. I'm totally going to use it to...take pictures of stuff."
"You have no clue how to work it, do you?"
Tuti sniffed, pushing himself upright and swinging his long legs around so he could stand. "I'll just get Yuzawa-san to give me a few pointers. Can't be too difficult."
"Hey--I know how to use it--" But Tuti had crossed the narrow width of the gakuya to dip down and cut of Takashi's protests bodily, pressing in with his lips just hard enough to get his point across, swiping his tongue across the pursed lips before pulling back again and leaving just a breath of space between them.
Their foreheads were pressed together, and Tuti smiled when their noses brushed, mingled breath fogging up Takashi's glasses that were big and wide staring back at him. "Thanks. Really. I love it."
"Liar," Takashi protested softly, still mesmerized by their closeness and the suddenness of the kiss. After all this time, having been witness to every single one of Tuti's seduction tricks dozens of times over, it should've been embarrassing how quickly he could have the wind knocked out of him by mere proximity. He swallowed, attempting to school his features. "You're just a big jealous baby."
"Can't I be both?" Takashi shoved him away good naturedly, twisting back around in his chair and pretending to be searching for the makeup bag that was sitting right in front of him. Tuti rubbed his chest in feigned pain. "So when's our first park date?"
"You don't have to patronize me, ass," he bit back, still smiling.
"Not patronizing--I'm curious. Any time, anywhere. Me and my little friend here are ready to go." He tapped the box with the toe of the slippers he'd donned while wandering the halls.
"Hmph. Well, after this run at least. And we've still got to finish filming when we get back to Tokyo, remember."
"Yeah yeah, but after that."
He pulled the headband from behind his mirror, yanking it up and over his face to push back his bangs. Where had he put his wig cap? "Don't you and Eiji-san have HappyPani?" He glanced into the mirror to see Tuti's reaction behind him, amused at the face of disgust the man made.
"That's not 'til, like, mid-June. We've got a couple of interviews, but that's about it..." He trailed off, then locked eyes with Takashi in his mirror. "...You're coming again, right?"
"You're not gonna make me be in another one of your shows if I do, are you?"
"Excuse me? I don't think it was any of us up there leaning over the railing blurting out that you were going to be in the next play."
"No, it was you the night before telling me for the fiftieth time that I should be in a *pnish* show come on Takashi you know you'd have a blast Leader loves you he'd totally cut you some slack if you felt you needed to take time out of rehearsals to blow me in the props closet please Takashi please." Tuti didn't deny this, merely pursed his lips to keep from giggling in a very self-satisfied manner, and looked away. "Don't give me that shit, you know you said it."
Tuti swiftly changed topics. "So fine, after HappyPani."
"I've got my show."
"Then after that."
"Fan club event in August."
Tuti threw up his hands. "Well when the fuck do we get some time together?"
Ignoring his dramatics, Takashi finally fished his wig cap from where it had fallen behind the table, setting it off to the side. "Where have you been the past six months when we've spent half our working days on the same set or in a rehearsal hall together?"
Tuti slumped into the chair beside him, and Takashi winced at the way it groaned under his weight. "I mean some us time together. We haven't had any free days off together since, what, January?"
"It hasn't been that long--" Tuti looked like he wanted to protest that it had so been that long and he would prove it by comparing their planners, but Takashi cut him off, continuing, "--and it's not like we won't have any time. We just...can't plan that far ahead, you know that. Things come up, meetings get moved around, rehearsal days get added or hall times extended." Tuti glanced away, frowning. "We just...have to play it by ear."
Tuti seemed only moderately placated by this reassurance, and with a long-suffering sigh, Takashi reached into his bag, pulling out his phone and flipping it open to thumb through the address book. After a moment's searching, he handed it over to Tuti. "Here."
"What?"
Takashi pushed himself up from his station, slipping on his own pair of slippers. "Gain's number. Have Tenchou make your stupid offensive shirt and stop whining." He added an eye roll to his grumblings, but still had to clamp down on the urge to smile.
Tuti broke into a grin, likely already running through in his mind the perfect color combination and font to use on what would likely become an international incident if he had his way, and Takashi headed for the door. "Hey--wait, where are you going?"
"Cards next door." He yanked on the handle and a chorus of laughter spilled in from the hallway. "Gonna win you some drinks at the uchiage."
Which was fine with Tuti, as he sucked at poker anyways.