[One-Shot] Whoever said reality was harsh?
I wanted to write some fluffy smutty thing for my birthday. But anyways, it's late and it didn't come out as smutty as I thought it would be. -.- AH WELL.
Anyway! I was watching the local news just now and apparently a pair of koala twins got born in IDKWHERE and the mother ignored one because her pouch only has space for one. So they were hand-feeding the one ignored by the mother AND OMFG THE KOALA BABY WAS SO CUTE. (Can you see I'm only mentioning that because I really cannot NOT think of Maru when I see koalas? -.-)
Title: Whoever said reality was harsh?
Disclaimer: None of the boys belong to me, and this is purely a work of fiction.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nakamaru/Ueda
Warnings: Slash, M/M sex, swearing
Word count: ~2,400
Summary: Yuichi was dreaming. He was really dreaming. He seriously was just dreaming. It was just that Tatsuya was giving him weird stares.
A/N: Inspired by the retarded guy called Liu Chun Wei, and his super hot crush band-mate called Fabien Yang, from Lollipop.
Tatsuya was sleeping soundly when he was awakened rudely. Some idiot had obviously found it funny to jump onto him while he was sleeping, which literally crushed the air out of him. He wanted to ignore the dead weight on him, thinking that the person would eventually go away if Tatsuya did not bother about him. Trying very hard to breathe, Tatsuya went back to sleep. Or at least, he attempted to. But after a while the thing still had not budged.
Tatsuya opened his eyes, knowing that it could only be the idiot who was sharing the hotel room with him while they were on tour. Yuichi was sprawled across the covers, snoring peacefully. Tatsuya rolled his eyes. He had insisted that he did not want to be in the same room as Yuichi, but it wasn’t like anyone cared.
“Nakamaru!” Tatsuya called, while slapping Yuichi’s face.
Yuichi stopped snoring for a few seconds, and then he snuggled against Tatsuya’s covers and continued sleeping.
Tatsuya looked at the clock on the table. The illuminated numbers said 03:04. It was freaking three in the morning and he had to deal with that idiot. Tatsuya swore he had to have been a really bad person in his last life. He needed to start accumulating good deeds before he eventually went to hell. But he could start later.
Tatsuya hit Yuichi’s head. All Yuichi did was raise a hand, scratch his head, and he still did not awaken. Then Tatsuya tried kicking him through the covers. The only thing he achieved from that was finding out that he could not even move his legs. He thought of giving up and just going to sleep, figuring that Yuichi would probably roll off and fall onto the floor soon.
Then Yuichi stretched out a hand and groped for a while before it stopped at Tatsuya’s face. Tatsuya froze. Yuichi’s fingers trailed a path down the side of his face, and then started touching his neck. Tatsuya’s breath caught in his throat and he swallowed nervously, even though it meant that Yuichi could probably feel it. If he was even aware of what was happening, that was. Yuichi’s fingers slowly traced his collarbones, and when they started pulling the covers down to expose Tatsuya’s bare chest, Tatsuya gripped Yuichi’s wrist.
It did not stop Yuichi, but seemed to spur him on instead. Yuichi pulled himself up so his face was level with Tatsuya’s. His eyes were slightly open but he was clearly in a daze.
“Tat-chan,” he mumbled.
Tatsuya’s eyes widened dramatically. Yuichi had never ever referred to him as Tat-chan unless he was fooling around or they were acting out some scene. “Nakamaru?” Tatsuya said.
“Hmm, Tat-chan,” Yuichi whispered.
Tatsuya didn’t know to be frightened or angry or… nervous.
Yuichi gazed at Tatsuya for a while, and then he lowered his face to Tatsuya’s and kissed him.
Tatsuya’s first thought was to push him away, but his arms remained frozen by his side, his fingers unknowingly gripping the sheets very tightly. His entire body stiffened with tension as he wondered what came over Yuichi. Then he started to tremble slightly when Yuichi’s tongue prodded his lips, licking them as he did. Tatsuya’s heart was thumping in his chest and it was so loud he swore Yuichi would totally hear them. But he still didn’t.
Yuichi removed his lips from Tatsuya’s. “Can I kiss you?”
Tatsuya wanted to say, “But you already did,” but the words just wouldn’t come out. He also wanted to tell Yuichi to get off his bed, but he just stared dumbly at Yuichi. It resulted in Yuichi probably taking his silence as consent, because his lips immediately found Tatsuya’s again. Tatsuya’s mouth fell open involuntarily - INVOLUNTARILY - and gave access to Yuichi’s probing tongue. His mind could only process the thought that Yuichi was kissing him and nothing else registered.
Yuichi pushed down the covers that separated them, and Tatsuya did nothing. He eventually managed to kick them away completely and was draped over Tatsuya with nothing in between them except for the two layers of cloth that were their boxers. Then Yuichi started rubbing against Tatsuya.
Tatsuya gasped, and felt his body responding to Yuichi’s. It was entirely spontaneous, because he knew that he didn’t want to. He didn’t even expect to start kissing him back, it just happened. Besides, Yuichi’s lips were so soft Tatsuya could just imagine he was kissing a girl. It was only the friction that was growing hot south of his belly button that reminded him that it was really a man he was kissing. Tatsuya tried to ignore the fact that he actually liked it.
Yuichi braced his elbows on Tatsuya’s pillow, by either side of his head, as both of them started breaking out in sweat despite the air-conditioner blowing at 23 degrees Celsius.
Tatsuya wrapped his legs around Yuichi’s waist, arching against him uncontrollably. He slowly released his grip on the sheets and slung his arms around Yuichi’s neck instead. Oh God, the man was hot, so hot that Tatsuya was completely drawn into him and slowly losing himself. He subconsciously wondered what it would be like to have sex with him, and accidentally let out a suppressed moan at the thought, not even realizing that he was actually thinking of having sex with his band-mate.
Yuichi eventually stopped kissing him, and just stuck their faces together, his warm breath tickling Tatsuya’s ear. “Tat-chan,” he said airily, sending a shudder through Tatsuya’s body.
Tatsuya clung to Yuichi more tightly, eager for more contact. He had never imagined that he would ever be so turned on just from rubbing cocks with another man. And it wasn’t even direct contact. “Nakamaru, I…” Tatsuya mumbled, knowing that he was already hard beyond words and if they kept it up it was not going to take long for him to reach his limit.
Yuichi shushed him, nibbling on his ear.
Tatsuya gasped, and managed to cry out, “Nakamaru!” before he was enveloped in a gratifying white hot sensation. His arms and legs remained wrapped around Yuichi although he had stopped arching against him.
Yuichi pressed against him when Tatsuya flumped back into the bed. He rubbed his hard length against Tatsuya’s inner thigh, sending tingles through his body. Yuichi gritted his teeth, hissing words into Tatsuya’s ears. Tatsuya understood none of them, but it hardly mattered. Yuichi’s knuckles were clenched into tight fists, his fingernails already digging into his own palms but he didn’t notice. “Oh God, Tat-chan,” he whispered. The shudder that emanated from him and passed through Tatsuya told him that Yuichi reached his climax too.
“Nakamaru,” Tatsuya muttered, but there was no response from the man lying motionless on top of him. For a moment Tatsuya felt infuriated, did Yuichi really need to fall asleep right away once he came? He glanced at the clock again, but he didn’t manage to read the illuminated numbers because they were a blur to him as his eyes slowly closed, again, not of his own accord. Nothing was.
+++
When Tatsuya woke up, there was no longer a dead weight crushing him. And his covers were in place, as if nothing had happened the previous night. He glanced over at Yuichi’s bed and found that he wasn’t there. Wondering if he had dreamt all that up, Tatsuya got out of his bed, rubbing his eyes as he made his way to the bathroom.
Yuichi’s boxers were hung on the clothesline in the bathroom, and Tatsuya belatedly realized that his were strangely sticky. Okay, so it had really happened. It was just that Tatsuya insisted that everything he had done had not happened while he was fully conscious. He brushed his teeth half-heartedly; glad to be washing away whatever remnants there was of his kiss with Yuichi. He showered meticulously as well, ridding himself of the evidence of what had happened hours before.
When he emerged from the bathroom, fully clothed, Yuichi had also reappeared, and was sitting on his own bed, fiddling with his handheld gaming console. Tatsuya ignored his presence, and towelled his hair dry while walking to the balcony. He pulled out a chair and sat.
Yuichi popped his head into the balcony through the day curtains. “Uh…”
Tatsuya spun around, snapping, “What?”
“No- I uh… Did I… Well, um… I had a dream last night that seemed incredibly realistic.”
Tatsuya knew it. Yuichi was dreaming. He was bloody dreaming. So now he didn’t know that everything DID happen in real life as well. Which meant that Tatsuya couldn’t let him know what exactly happened. “So?”
“Oh! Uh… Nothing… I just thought… Oh, never mind.” Yuichi disappeared into the room, flushing brightly.
Tatsuya buried his face in his towel. They had brought each other to orgasms the previous night and now he was the only one who remembered. It would be really embarrassing if anyone found out. Exasperated, he tried to push the entire incident to the back of his mind.
+++
Tatsuya did not understand why he ended up sitting across Yuichi at the breakfast table. Perhaps it was because Jin and Kame were sitting next to each other, Junno and Koki were sitting across them, and that left only the two seats at the side of the long table that could seat three persons on each side. He also did not understand WHY Jin and Kame were shooting him weird looks. Tatsuya subconsciously glared at Yuichi.
“Is everything alright?” Kame asked Tatsuya, since they were sitting next to each other.
“Yes,” Tatsuya said curtly, unknowingly directing another stare at Yuichi.
“But we heard-” Jin started, looking at Tatsuya, and then Yuichi.
“HEARD WHAT?” Tatsuya cut him off.
“Um… We heard your voice and it sounded like you guys were…” Kame continued for Jin.
Tatsuya glared at Yuichi again, and saw that Yuichi looked pale. Looking back at Kame, Tatsuya said, “What? Nothing happened.” He was aware that his denial, along with that look on Yuichi’s face, was doing nothing in his favour. Feeling his hunger sapped instantaneously, he announced that he wasn’t hungry and stalked away from the breakfast area.
He had just slammed the door of their room shut when it opened again half a minute later. Not wanting to talk to Yuichi, he went out to the balcony again. He wasn’t going to go near his bed for the rest of the day until the sheets were changed.
“Ueda-kun?”
“What do you want?”
“About last night…”
“Look, if you just want to gloat at me for thinking too much or whatever, then get the fuck out of my sight because I DO NOT want to talk to you.” Tatsuya knew Yuichi would probably get what he was trying to say, and would henceforth pretend that nothing happened. But he continued standing there.
“Ueda-kun, I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“You didn’t mean to kiss me so brilliantly and forget all about it the next morning? Or you didn’t mean to bring us both off and forget about it so I seem like the only fool who cares?” Tatsuya demanded, standing up so he was face to face with Yuichi, though Tatsuya was a bit shorter than him.
“No! I uh… I really was dreaming… I just…” His face was glowing bright red, and his hand was perpetually in his hair.
“Seriously, Nakamaru, I don’t want to talk to you.”
“But, Tat-chan-”
Tatsuya saw all the colour drain out of Yuichi’s face the moment the words came out. “What did you just call me?”
“I… Oh, fuck.” Yuichi covered his face with his hands.
“WHAT?” Tatsuya said. Shouldn’t he be the one feeling embarrassed instead? After all, he was the one who came knowing that it was Yuichi kissing him and rubbing against him. For all he knew, Yuichi could have been dreaming of some hot girl, whose name happened to be Tat-chan, of course. Nothing was making sense. Why was Yuichi looking so tortured?
“I… Idreamtthatiwasfuckingyou.”
Tatsuya took a few seconds to decipher what Yuichi was saying. “And…?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I like you! That’s why I insisted on being in the same room as you… And… I really thought I was just dreaming! Because… it’s not the first time...” Yuichi’s voice trailed off.
Tatsuya didn’t know what he should feel. So Yuichi had been dreaming of him - having sex with him - for God knew how long. Suddenly he didn’t feel so disadvantaged that he was the only one who remembered what happened last night was real anymore. Tatsuya glanced at Yuichi, who was looking very vulnerable and perplexingly adorable, and felt an inexplicable urge to throw his arms around him and pull him into an embrace. So he did.
Yuichi was seemingly shocked by Tatsuya’s sudden action. He stiffened in his embrace, not knowing how to react.
“Honestly, if you told me earlier, you might not have had to dream for so long.”
Yuichi gingerly extended his arms around Tatsuya and hugged him back. “Really?”
“If last night was any indication, I might just feel the same way towards you too.”
Yuichi pulled away from Tatsuya so he could look into his eyes. “Can I kiss you now?”
“Did everything really feel that surreal to you last night?”
“I’m sorry, I really…”
Tatsuya took the initiative this time, leaning into Yuichi as he locked lips with him. They barely cared that they were on the balcony, where their neighbours from all directions could see them.
“Oh my God, I’ve been waiting so long…” Yuichi mumbled.
Tatsuya said nothing. Things might have progressed further right out on the balcony if not for the fact that they were interrupted by catcalls and shouting that came from the balcony next to theirs.
“So Nakamaru fucked you, Ueda-kun? Since we all heard you going “NAKAMARUUUU~~~”!”
“I vaguely remember that,” Yuichi muttered against Tatsuya’s lips.
“Oh, shut up.”
Yuichi smiled and pushed Tatsuya along until they were back into their room and out of sight of their peeping neighbours.
“OIEE! Why are you denying us a free show?”
“Oh God, they’re so annoying,” Tatsuya said.
Yuichi let go of Tatsuya for a moment, looked around, found an empty can, and went out onto the balcony again to throw it at his band-mates. “Leave us alone, perverts!”
Tatsuya chuckled. He could see his life becoming very interesting with Yuichi.
“Can I call you Tat-chan?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Can you call me Yuu-chan?”
“Yuu-chan.”
“I will die happy now.” Yuichi said and pushed him backwards into his bed, the one they were in the previous night.
Tatsuya grinned. Perhaps very interesting would be an understatement.
-END-
I feel like continuing my neighbours!maruda fic. *contemplates*
Anyway! I was watching the local news just now and apparently a pair of koala twins got born in IDKWHERE and the mother ignored one because her pouch only has space for one. So they were hand-feeding the one ignored by the mother AND OMFG THE KOALA BABY WAS SO CUTE. (Can you see I'm only mentioning that because I really cannot NOT think of Maru when I see koalas? -.-)
Title: Whoever said reality was harsh?
Disclaimer: None of the boys belong to me, and this is purely a work of fiction.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nakamaru/Ueda
Warnings: Slash, M/M sex, swearing
Word count: ~2,400
Summary: Yuichi was dreaming. He was really dreaming. He seriously was just dreaming. It was just that Tatsuya was giving him weird stares.
A/N: Inspired by the retarded guy called Liu Chun Wei, and his super hot crush band-mate called Fabien Yang, from Lollipop.
Tatsuya was sleeping soundly when he was awakened rudely. Some idiot had obviously found it funny to jump onto him while he was sleeping, which literally crushed the air out of him. He wanted to ignore the dead weight on him, thinking that the person would eventually go away if Tatsuya did not bother about him. Trying very hard to breathe, Tatsuya went back to sleep. Or at least, he attempted to. But after a while the thing still had not budged.
Tatsuya opened his eyes, knowing that it could only be the idiot who was sharing the hotel room with him while they were on tour. Yuichi was sprawled across the covers, snoring peacefully. Tatsuya rolled his eyes. He had insisted that he did not want to be in the same room as Yuichi, but it wasn’t like anyone cared.
“Nakamaru!” Tatsuya called, while slapping Yuichi’s face.
Yuichi stopped snoring for a few seconds, and then he snuggled against Tatsuya’s covers and continued sleeping.
Tatsuya looked at the clock on the table. The illuminated numbers said 03:04. It was freaking three in the morning and he had to deal with that idiot. Tatsuya swore he had to have been a really bad person in his last life. He needed to start accumulating good deeds before he eventually went to hell. But he could start later.
Tatsuya hit Yuichi’s head. All Yuichi did was raise a hand, scratch his head, and he still did not awaken. Then Tatsuya tried kicking him through the covers. The only thing he achieved from that was finding out that he could not even move his legs. He thought of giving up and just going to sleep, figuring that Yuichi would probably roll off and fall onto the floor soon.
Then Yuichi stretched out a hand and groped for a while before it stopped at Tatsuya’s face. Tatsuya froze. Yuichi’s fingers trailed a path down the side of his face, and then started touching his neck. Tatsuya’s breath caught in his throat and he swallowed nervously, even though it meant that Yuichi could probably feel it. If he was even aware of what was happening, that was. Yuichi’s fingers slowly traced his collarbones, and when they started pulling the covers down to expose Tatsuya’s bare chest, Tatsuya gripped Yuichi’s wrist.
It did not stop Yuichi, but seemed to spur him on instead. Yuichi pulled himself up so his face was level with Tatsuya’s. His eyes were slightly open but he was clearly in a daze.
“Tat-chan,” he mumbled.
Tatsuya’s eyes widened dramatically. Yuichi had never ever referred to him as Tat-chan unless he was fooling around or they were acting out some scene. “Nakamaru?” Tatsuya said.
“Hmm, Tat-chan,” Yuichi whispered.
Tatsuya didn’t know to be frightened or angry or… nervous.
Yuichi gazed at Tatsuya for a while, and then he lowered his face to Tatsuya’s and kissed him.
Tatsuya’s first thought was to push him away, but his arms remained frozen by his side, his fingers unknowingly gripping the sheets very tightly. His entire body stiffened with tension as he wondered what came over Yuichi. Then he started to tremble slightly when Yuichi’s tongue prodded his lips, licking them as he did. Tatsuya’s heart was thumping in his chest and it was so loud he swore Yuichi would totally hear them. But he still didn’t.
Yuichi removed his lips from Tatsuya’s. “Can I kiss you?”
Tatsuya wanted to say, “But you already did,” but the words just wouldn’t come out. He also wanted to tell Yuichi to get off his bed, but he just stared dumbly at Yuichi. It resulted in Yuichi probably taking his silence as consent, because his lips immediately found Tatsuya’s again. Tatsuya’s mouth fell open involuntarily - INVOLUNTARILY - and gave access to Yuichi’s probing tongue. His mind could only process the thought that Yuichi was kissing him and nothing else registered.
Yuichi pushed down the covers that separated them, and Tatsuya did nothing. He eventually managed to kick them away completely and was draped over Tatsuya with nothing in between them except for the two layers of cloth that were their boxers. Then Yuichi started rubbing against Tatsuya.
Tatsuya gasped, and felt his body responding to Yuichi’s. It was entirely spontaneous, because he knew that he didn’t want to. He didn’t even expect to start kissing him back, it just happened. Besides, Yuichi’s lips were so soft Tatsuya could just imagine he was kissing a girl. It was only the friction that was growing hot south of his belly button that reminded him that it was really a man he was kissing. Tatsuya tried to ignore the fact that he actually liked it.
Yuichi braced his elbows on Tatsuya’s pillow, by either side of his head, as both of them started breaking out in sweat despite the air-conditioner blowing at 23 degrees Celsius.
Tatsuya wrapped his legs around Yuichi’s waist, arching against him uncontrollably. He slowly released his grip on the sheets and slung his arms around Yuichi’s neck instead. Oh God, the man was hot, so hot that Tatsuya was completely drawn into him and slowly losing himself. He subconsciously wondered what it would be like to have sex with him, and accidentally let out a suppressed moan at the thought, not even realizing that he was actually thinking of having sex with his band-mate.
Yuichi eventually stopped kissing him, and just stuck their faces together, his warm breath tickling Tatsuya’s ear. “Tat-chan,” he said airily, sending a shudder through Tatsuya’s body.
Tatsuya clung to Yuichi more tightly, eager for more contact. He had never imagined that he would ever be so turned on just from rubbing cocks with another man. And it wasn’t even direct contact. “Nakamaru, I…” Tatsuya mumbled, knowing that he was already hard beyond words and if they kept it up it was not going to take long for him to reach his limit.
Yuichi shushed him, nibbling on his ear.
Tatsuya gasped, and managed to cry out, “Nakamaru!” before he was enveloped in a gratifying white hot sensation. His arms and legs remained wrapped around Yuichi although he had stopped arching against him.
Yuichi pressed against him when Tatsuya flumped back into the bed. He rubbed his hard length against Tatsuya’s inner thigh, sending tingles through his body. Yuichi gritted his teeth, hissing words into Tatsuya’s ears. Tatsuya understood none of them, but it hardly mattered. Yuichi’s knuckles were clenched into tight fists, his fingernails already digging into his own palms but he didn’t notice. “Oh God, Tat-chan,” he whispered. The shudder that emanated from him and passed through Tatsuya told him that Yuichi reached his climax too.
“Nakamaru,” Tatsuya muttered, but there was no response from the man lying motionless on top of him. For a moment Tatsuya felt infuriated, did Yuichi really need to fall asleep right away once he came? He glanced at the clock again, but he didn’t manage to read the illuminated numbers because they were a blur to him as his eyes slowly closed, again, not of his own accord. Nothing was.
+++
When Tatsuya woke up, there was no longer a dead weight crushing him. And his covers were in place, as if nothing had happened the previous night. He glanced over at Yuichi’s bed and found that he wasn’t there. Wondering if he had dreamt all that up, Tatsuya got out of his bed, rubbing his eyes as he made his way to the bathroom.
Yuichi’s boxers were hung on the clothesline in the bathroom, and Tatsuya belatedly realized that his were strangely sticky. Okay, so it had really happened. It was just that Tatsuya insisted that everything he had done had not happened while he was fully conscious. He brushed his teeth half-heartedly; glad to be washing away whatever remnants there was of his kiss with Yuichi. He showered meticulously as well, ridding himself of the evidence of what had happened hours before.
When he emerged from the bathroom, fully clothed, Yuichi had also reappeared, and was sitting on his own bed, fiddling with his handheld gaming console. Tatsuya ignored his presence, and towelled his hair dry while walking to the balcony. He pulled out a chair and sat.
Yuichi popped his head into the balcony through the day curtains. “Uh…”
Tatsuya spun around, snapping, “What?”
“No- I uh… Did I… Well, um… I had a dream last night that seemed incredibly realistic.”
Tatsuya knew it. Yuichi was dreaming. He was bloody dreaming. So now he didn’t know that everything DID happen in real life as well. Which meant that Tatsuya couldn’t let him know what exactly happened. “So?”
“Oh! Uh… Nothing… I just thought… Oh, never mind.” Yuichi disappeared into the room, flushing brightly.
Tatsuya buried his face in his towel. They had brought each other to orgasms the previous night and now he was the only one who remembered. It would be really embarrassing if anyone found out. Exasperated, he tried to push the entire incident to the back of his mind.
+++
Tatsuya did not understand why he ended up sitting across Yuichi at the breakfast table. Perhaps it was because Jin and Kame were sitting next to each other, Junno and Koki were sitting across them, and that left only the two seats at the side of the long table that could seat three persons on each side. He also did not understand WHY Jin and Kame were shooting him weird looks. Tatsuya subconsciously glared at Yuichi.
“Is everything alright?” Kame asked Tatsuya, since they were sitting next to each other.
“Yes,” Tatsuya said curtly, unknowingly directing another stare at Yuichi.
“But we heard-” Jin started, looking at Tatsuya, and then Yuichi.
“HEARD WHAT?” Tatsuya cut him off.
“Um… We heard your voice and it sounded like you guys were…” Kame continued for Jin.
Tatsuya glared at Yuichi again, and saw that Yuichi looked pale. Looking back at Kame, Tatsuya said, “What? Nothing happened.” He was aware that his denial, along with that look on Yuichi’s face, was doing nothing in his favour. Feeling his hunger sapped instantaneously, he announced that he wasn’t hungry and stalked away from the breakfast area.
He had just slammed the door of their room shut when it opened again half a minute later. Not wanting to talk to Yuichi, he went out to the balcony again. He wasn’t going to go near his bed for the rest of the day until the sheets were changed.
“Ueda-kun?”
“What do you want?”
“About last night…”
“Look, if you just want to gloat at me for thinking too much or whatever, then get the fuck out of my sight because I DO NOT want to talk to you.” Tatsuya knew Yuichi would probably get what he was trying to say, and would henceforth pretend that nothing happened. But he continued standing there.
“Ueda-kun, I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“You didn’t mean to kiss me so brilliantly and forget all about it the next morning? Or you didn’t mean to bring us both off and forget about it so I seem like the only fool who cares?” Tatsuya demanded, standing up so he was face to face with Yuichi, though Tatsuya was a bit shorter than him.
“No! I uh… I really was dreaming… I just…” His face was glowing bright red, and his hand was perpetually in his hair.
“Seriously, Nakamaru, I don’t want to talk to you.”
“But, Tat-chan-”
Tatsuya saw all the colour drain out of Yuichi’s face the moment the words came out. “What did you just call me?”
“I… Oh, fuck.” Yuichi covered his face with his hands.
“WHAT?” Tatsuya said. Shouldn’t he be the one feeling embarrassed instead? After all, he was the one who came knowing that it was Yuichi kissing him and rubbing against him. For all he knew, Yuichi could have been dreaming of some hot girl, whose name happened to be Tat-chan, of course. Nothing was making sense. Why was Yuichi looking so tortured?
“I… Idreamtthatiwasfuckingyou.”
Tatsuya took a few seconds to decipher what Yuichi was saying. “And…?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I like you! That’s why I insisted on being in the same room as you… And… I really thought I was just dreaming! Because… it’s not the first time...” Yuichi’s voice trailed off.
Tatsuya didn’t know what he should feel. So Yuichi had been dreaming of him - having sex with him - for God knew how long. Suddenly he didn’t feel so disadvantaged that he was the only one who remembered what happened last night was real anymore. Tatsuya glanced at Yuichi, who was looking very vulnerable and perplexingly adorable, and felt an inexplicable urge to throw his arms around him and pull him into an embrace. So he did.
Yuichi was seemingly shocked by Tatsuya’s sudden action. He stiffened in his embrace, not knowing how to react.
“Honestly, if you told me earlier, you might not have had to dream for so long.”
Yuichi gingerly extended his arms around Tatsuya and hugged him back. “Really?”
“If last night was any indication, I might just feel the same way towards you too.”
Yuichi pulled away from Tatsuya so he could look into his eyes. “Can I kiss you now?”
“Did everything really feel that surreal to you last night?”
“I’m sorry, I really…”
Tatsuya took the initiative this time, leaning into Yuichi as he locked lips with him. They barely cared that they were on the balcony, where their neighbours from all directions could see them.
“Oh my God, I’ve been waiting so long…” Yuichi mumbled.
Tatsuya said nothing. Things might have progressed further right out on the balcony if not for the fact that they were interrupted by catcalls and shouting that came from the balcony next to theirs.
“So Nakamaru fucked you, Ueda-kun? Since we all heard you going “NAKAMARUUUU~~~”!”
“I vaguely remember that,” Yuichi muttered against Tatsuya’s lips.
“Oh, shut up.”
Yuichi smiled and pushed Tatsuya along until they were back into their room and out of sight of their peeping neighbours.
“OIEE! Why are you denying us a free show?”
“Oh God, they’re so annoying,” Tatsuya said.
Yuichi let go of Tatsuya for a moment, looked around, found an empty can, and went out onto the balcony again to throw it at his band-mates. “Leave us alone, perverts!”
Tatsuya chuckled. He could see his life becoming very interesting with Yuichi.
“Can I call you Tat-chan?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Can you call me Yuu-chan?”
“Yuu-chan.”
“I will die happy now.” Yuichi said and pushed him backwards into his bed, the one they were in the previous night.
Tatsuya grinned. Perhaps very interesting would be an understatement.
-END-
I feel like continuing my neighbours!maruda fic. *contemplates*