Stolen Somethings [Bus Gamer | PG | Nakajou/Saitou, Toki/Saitou]
Title: Stolen Somethings
By: worblehat
Fandom: Bus Gamer
Pairing: Nakajou/Saitou, Toki/Saitou
Rating: PG
Summary: Nakajou subtly explains why he and Toki are idiots.
Notes: Unbeta'd, sorry - too lazy to do anything beyond spellcheck.
Word Count: 1,051
"He fell asleep on you again."
Nakajou looked down. Saitou was curled up next to him on the bed, mouth half-open. His breathing was light, warm puffs of air hitting Nakajou's neck every so often.
"Aren't you going to wake him up?" asked Toki. He was sitting on the chair next to Nakajou's bed. The place was messy and he didn't want to think too much about what he might be sitting in.
"Let him sleep."
Toki frowned.
"He's not drooling on me," said Nakajou with a soft shrug. "So it's fine if he stays like this for a little while."
"Are you getting soft already?" taunted Toki with a smirk that spread all the way to his eyes.
Lighting a cigarette and leaning back against the headboard, Nakajou looked at the ceiling, ignoring Toki's stare. "You're in the same boat I am."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
This time, Nakajou smirked. "If he'd fallen asleep on you instead, you wouldn't wake him up either - and I'd be the one hassling you about it."
"... Idiot."
"Prick."
Saitou stirred, his brow furrowing slightly as he shifted, then settled back against Nakajou.
Toki snorted. "Even in his sleep, he worries."
"It's in his nature." Nakajou took another deep inhalation of smoke and let it out slowly.
"Yakiniku..." mumbled Saitou, his stomach rumbling.
"I can't believe he dreams of food this much," said Toki, disgusted yet also, in a small way, impressed. Not many people could enjoy food the way Saitou did. It wasn't something that he thought he would like about a person, but there was just something compelling about Saitou that wore away at resistance.
And Nakajou was right: most likely, if he'd been on the bed and Saitou had fallen asleep - well, he'd frown. Saitou was a lot heavier than he was. But after a minute or two, he'd give and let Saitou sleep for a while.
He became lost in his thoughts until he heard something that sounded a lot like the word "cute."
"What'd you say?" he asked Nakajou, who continued smoking and ignored him.
Toki sat up higher in his chair. "Did you just say... that Saitou is cute?"
"Hm?" Nakajou looked at him. "No."
"I heard you," said Toki, rising from his chair, pointing an accusing finger at Nakajou. "You said it. You said the word 'cute.'"
Smoke hung in the air.
Toki smiled. "Aren't you supposed to be dating three different girls right now?"
"I don't date," said Nakajou. "I fuck, but I don't date."
"Women, though - right? You're always saying it's women."
"It is." Nakajou stubbed out his cigarette and reached for another one.
"Has it 'been a while'?" Toki's grin was widening; despite the outward lack of reaction, Toki was sure he was getting to Nakajou - that somewhere behind the eyes hidden by dark brown hair was a glare, directed at him.
"Don't project."
"I'm not projecting," Toki retorted. "And I'm not the one who thinks Saitou is cute."
This time, Nakajou laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing."
"It's not nothing. Spit it out," said Toki, growing more impatient. If anyone was supposed to be laughing in this situation, it was him and not Nakajou.
"We're big idiots," said Nakajou.
"For being in this game?"
"No." Nakajou shook his head, and gazed downward at blond hair. He jerked his thumb towards Saitou. "For falling for this kid."
"Don't group me in your homo fantasies," said Toki.
Nakajou grinned darkly. He reached up, slowly, tucking two fingers gently beneath Saitou's chin. He titled his lips upward, thumb warmed by the soft exhalations of air against it.
His neck tilted and they kissed, Nakajou and Saitou. A soft, sleepy sound - too much like a moan, thought Toki - vibrated at the base of Saitou's throat. When Nakajou pulled back, both sets of lips were wet, though Saitou was still obviously asleep.
"Why so tense, Mishiba?"
Toki followed Nakajou's gaze to his fists, which were balled at his sides. He wanted to hit Nakajou, and hard - preferably across the mouth. Maybe knock out a few teeth.
His breathing was heavier than usual and he could feel his face, hot and angry.
He forced himself to relax and sat back down on the chair. The urge to cross his arms across his chest grabbed at him, but he subdued it. Nakajou would just piss him off more about his reaction, if he showed one.
"See? Idiots," said Nakajou, as if proving a point.
"Who's an idiot?" asked Saitou sleepily, rubbing at one eye. He yawned, wiping the other hand across his mouth. "Huh? Did I drool?"
"Some people aren't able to keep their slobbering to themselves," said Toki, staring at Nakajou, who grinned vaguely in response.
"How mean!" said Saitou, making Toki jump. "I don't slobber! I'm not a dog, Toki-san."
Nakajou ruffled his his hair. "If you don't get a haircut soon, you'll start looking like one."
"I haven't had time!"
Toki stood. "I'm going to go get something to drink."
"Oh! Can I come?" asked Saitou.
Not bothering to answer, Toki exited the apartment, not slowing even as he heard the excited footsteps behind him.
"Wait up!" cried Saitou, catching his breath. "Toki-saaaaaaan! You walk too fast!"
He flinched at the hand on his shoulder, holding him in place. Acting on reflex, he grabbed at Saitou's wrist, slamming him against the wall. His other hand was at Saitou's throat before he could consciously assess the situation.
Saitou squirmed beneath his fingers.
"T-Toki-san?"
Saitou's lips were dry again.
Toki's grip didn't loosen as he pulled Saitou's head lower, till their mouths were close. He muffled the "mmph!" of surprise from Saitou's mouth, kissing him roughly, tongue just tasting the inside of Saitou's lips before pulling back.
Face bright red, Saitou looked about to pass out. One hand was covering his mouth, shock fierce in his eyes.
"You've got two easily excited guard dogs," said Toki.
"Two-?"
Toki let go of Saitou, continuing on his walk towards the convenience store.
"Dogs? What... "
Toki lowered his gaze, listening.
Saitou's voice rose high behind him. "You mean- Nakajou-san, too?! Ehhhhhhhhh?!?"
The last cry was loudest all:
"You... you're both... PERVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERTS!"
By: worblehat
Fandom: Bus Gamer
Pairing: Nakajou/Saitou, Toki/Saitou
Rating: PG
Summary: Nakajou subtly explains why he and Toki are idiots.
Notes: Unbeta'd, sorry - too lazy to do anything beyond spellcheck.
Word Count: 1,051
"He fell asleep on you again."
Nakajou looked down. Saitou was curled up next to him on the bed, mouth half-open. His breathing was light, warm puffs of air hitting Nakajou's neck every so often.
"Aren't you going to wake him up?" asked Toki. He was sitting on the chair next to Nakajou's bed. The place was messy and he didn't want to think too much about what he might be sitting in.
"Let him sleep."
Toki frowned.
"He's not drooling on me," said Nakajou with a soft shrug. "So it's fine if he stays like this for a little while."
"Are you getting soft already?" taunted Toki with a smirk that spread all the way to his eyes.
Lighting a cigarette and leaning back against the headboard, Nakajou looked at the ceiling, ignoring Toki's stare. "You're in the same boat I am."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
This time, Nakajou smirked. "If he'd fallen asleep on you instead, you wouldn't wake him up either - and I'd be the one hassling you about it."
"... Idiot."
"Prick."
Saitou stirred, his brow furrowing slightly as he shifted, then settled back against Nakajou.
Toki snorted. "Even in his sleep, he worries."
"It's in his nature." Nakajou took another deep inhalation of smoke and let it out slowly.
"Yakiniku..." mumbled Saitou, his stomach rumbling.
"I can't believe he dreams of food this much," said Toki, disgusted yet also, in a small way, impressed. Not many people could enjoy food the way Saitou did. It wasn't something that he thought he would like about a person, but there was just something compelling about Saitou that wore away at resistance.
And Nakajou was right: most likely, if he'd been on the bed and Saitou had fallen asleep - well, he'd frown. Saitou was a lot heavier than he was. But after a minute or two, he'd give and let Saitou sleep for a while.
He became lost in his thoughts until he heard something that sounded a lot like the word "cute."
"What'd you say?" he asked Nakajou, who continued smoking and ignored him.
Toki sat up higher in his chair. "Did you just say... that Saitou is cute?"
"Hm?" Nakajou looked at him. "No."
"I heard you," said Toki, rising from his chair, pointing an accusing finger at Nakajou. "You said it. You said the word 'cute.'"
Smoke hung in the air.
Toki smiled. "Aren't you supposed to be dating three different girls right now?"
"I don't date," said Nakajou. "I fuck, but I don't date."
"Women, though - right? You're always saying it's women."
"It is." Nakajou stubbed out his cigarette and reached for another one.
"Has it 'been a while'?" Toki's grin was widening; despite the outward lack of reaction, Toki was sure he was getting to Nakajou - that somewhere behind the eyes hidden by dark brown hair was a glare, directed at him.
"Don't project."
"I'm not projecting," Toki retorted. "And I'm not the one who thinks Saitou is cute."
This time, Nakajou laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing."
"It's not nothing. Spit it out," said Toki, growing more impatient. If anyone was supposed to be laughing in this situation, it was him and not Nakajou.
"We're big idiots," said Nakajou.
"For being in this game?"
"No." Nakajou shook his head, and gazed downward at blond hair. He jerked his thumb towards Saitou. "For falling for this kid."
"Don't group me in your homo fantasies," said Toki.
Nakajou grinned darkly. He reached up, slowly, tucking two fingers gently beneath Saitou's chin. He titled his lips upward, thumb warmed by the soft exhalations of air against it.
His neck tilted and they kissed, Nakajou and Saitou. A soft, sleepy sound - too much like a moan, thought Toki - vibrated at the base of Saitou's throat. When Nakajou pulled back, both sets of lips were wet, though Saitou was still obviously asleep.
"Why so tense, Mishiba?"
Toki followed Nakajou's gaze to his fists, which were balled at his sides. He wanted to hit Nakajou, and hard - preferably across the mouth. Maybe knock out a few teeth.
His breathing was heavier than usual and he could feel his face, hot and angry.
He forced himself to relax and sat back down on the chair. The urge to cross his arms across his chest grabbed at him, but he subdued it. Nakajou would just piss him off more about his reaction, if he showed one.
"See? Idiots," said Nakajou, as if proving a point.
"Who's an idiot?" asked Saitou sleepily, rubbing at one eye. He yawned, wiping the other hand across his mouth. "Huh? Did I drool?"
"Some people aren't able to keep their slobbering to themselves," said Toki, staring at Nakajou, who grinned vaguely in response.
"How mean!" said Saitou, making Toki jump. "I don't slobber! I'm not a dog, Toki-san."
Nakajou ruffled his his hair. "If you don't get a haircut soon, you'll start looking like one."
"I haven't had time!"
Toki stood. "I'm going to go get something to drink."
"Oh! Can I come?" asked Saitou.
Not bothering to answer, Toki exited the apartment, not slowing even as he heard the excited footsteps behind him.
"Wait up!" cried Saitou, catching his breath. "Toki-saaaaaaan! You walk too fast!"
He flinched at the hand on his shoulder, holding him in place. Acting on reflex, he grabbed at Saitou's wrist, slamming him against the wall. His other hand was at Saitou's throat before he could consciously assess the situation.
Saitou squirmed beneath his fingers.
"T-Toki-san?"
Saitou's lips were dry again.
Toki's grip didn't loosen as he pulled Saitou's head lower, till their mouths were close. He muffled the "mmph!" of surprise from Saitou's mouth, kissing him roughly, tongue just tasting the inside of Saitou's lips before pulling back.
Face bright red, Saitou looked about to pass out. One hand was covering his mouth, shock fierce in his eyes.
"You've got two easily excited guard dogs," said Toki.
"Two-?"
Toki let go of Saitou, continuing on his walk towards the convenience store.
"Dogs? What... "
Toki lowered his gaze, listening.
Saitou's voice rose high behind him. "You mean- Nakajou-san, too?! Ehhhhhhhhh?!?"
The last cry was loudest all:
"You... you're both... PERVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERTS!"