Fic: Private Screening
Title: Private Screening
Characters: DaiMao + Aniki
Rating/Warnings: PG-13/Some sexual themes, shipping real dudes.
Word Count: ~1400
Summary: Daisuke invites himself over to watch Detail. Mao is not excited.
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The annoying buzzing of his cell phone woke Hamao at around 6 pm. He lay motionless where he had collapsed a few hours ago as it continued to vibrate, and mentally sent death threats in its general direction. Surprisingly, it worked - but only for a second, as it immediately began to vibrate again. He was determined to outlast whoever was on the other line, but after the phone stopped and started up again for the fourth time, he was well and truly awake, so he finally sat up and grabbed the offending device. “What,” he growled after flipping it open.
“Maaaaaoooo,” Daisuke sang, altogether too happily for his liking. “What took you so long? Were you in the shoooooower?”
If he were in a more playful mood, he would like and say yes, and let Daisuke have a little fun with those mental images before engaging in a game of “What Are You Wearing” that would probably lead to phone sex, but he was tired and kind of pissed off. “No, sleeping,” he responded shortly.
“Mao, if you sleep at this time of the day, you’ll never be able to get to sleep tonight,” Daisuke chided. “Anyway, I have good news!”
“What, you’re moving to Antarctica and won’t be able to call me ever again?” Harsh, but a sleepy Hamao was not a happy Hamao.
Daisuke was used to worse and simply shrugged it off. “Nope! But our DVD did get eighth place on Amazon! How’s that, huh?”
“Cool. Bye.”
“Wait wait waaaaaaittt. Don’t you want to celebrate with me?”
Hamao sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Now? But Dai-chan, I’m exhausted. We got off early today, but we’ve got filming at like, four in the morning tomorrow. I just want to sleep.”
A long pause. Then: “What if I come over there? Only for an hour or so. You need to eat dinner anyway.”
He considered it. On the one hand, that was true, and an hour should be fine. On the other hand, Daisuke had a way of turning five minutes into twenty, and he didn’t really want to sit through a Takumi-kun marathon. But Daisuke was so excited… “Okay,” he said finally. “But only an hour.”
“I’m on my way,” Daisuke said happily, and sure enough, the doorbell rang five minutes later. Deciding he didn’t really want to know how Daisuke had gotten there that fast, he continued eating the rice balls he had found in the fridge and let his aniki get the door.
Instead of harassing and denying him entrance like he usually would, Ryousuke let him in without too much trouble and led him to the kitchen. He stopped by his brother’s side and whispered, “He actually looks good today. It’s weird,” before escaping to the safety of his own room.
Hamao looked up and found he was right. Since he’d last seen him or thought to check his blog, Daisuke’s hair had gotten longer, and it lay flat in a natural style rather than being bizarrely combed over. He was wearing one of his usual collared white shirts, and he smelled faintly of something sweet and cinnamony when he wrapped his arms around him in greeting. Hamao quickly shoved the last of the rice balls into his mouth and mumbled, “So, what’s the plan?”
A copy of the Bibou no Detail DVD materialized in Daisuke’s hands. “I was thinking we could watch a bit of this.”
“Dai, no, that’s way too embarrassing. And it’s longer than an hour anyway.”
“Just the highlights. It’ll only take a bit. Around 20 minutes, say?”
“That’s even more embarrassing,” Hamao grumbled, but let Daisuke drag him into the TV room nonetheless, and even showed him how the DVD player worked. He was surprised when he hit play right away instead of skipping to the end.
“I think it starts with a good scene,” Daisuke said by way of explanation. Hamao shrugged and rested his head on Daisuke’s shoulder.
When the first scene finished and the opening credits began to roll, Daisuke hit fast forward and said, “If I were to call you up and say something like that, what would you tell me?”
“Hmm, depends. If I’m in a bad mood, I’ll definitely hang up on you!”
“Ehh?” Daisuke pretended to be surprised. “What if you’re in a good mood, then?”
“Hmm~” He fidgeted with the end of Daisuke’s sleeve, hiding his face. “I guess… in the end, Takumi’s answer… is mine as well.”
Daisuke grinned and kissed his forehead. “I was sort of hoping you’d say that.”
He stopped the video at random scenes, mostly of the two of them, and talked about the filming of the scene or asked Hamao a question about it. After Daisuke paused it to talk about how gorgeous he was and how Gii had to be some kind of idiot to avoid his super-cute boyfriend like that, and went on for about five minutes, Hamao finally shook his head and said, “So what is this about anyway?”
Daisuke stopped reciting an epic poem about Hamao’s beautiful eyes and put an arm around his shoulder. “Audio commentary!” he said with a grin. “You didn’t get to do it with us, so I thought I’d try to recreate the experience for you.”
Hamao managed a small smile. “Don’t we need everyone else for that?”
“No way, this way I get to talk more - ow!” Daisuke rubbed his leg gingerly. “It’s true!” he protested. “And you do too. And this way we won’t get teased about being too love-love, and this way I can do this whenever I want to!” He pounced on Hamao, pressing him down against the couch, and started kissing him eagerly. He stopped nibbling on his neck long enough to add, “Besides, I missed you,” before attacking his lips again.
“Daisuke,” Hamao managed to say between kisses, “I’m sorry. I’ve just been really tired from work and-”
“Kyousuke~” Daisuke said back, then waited for a second. “Listen. I’m not going to pretend it doesn’t bother me, or that I don’t wish I could see you more often, but… work is work. I understand that. This is really good for your career, after all, and you need this. And, hey, come on. You should know by now I’m not going to give up on you.”
Hamao sniffled and smiled. “Then I won’t give up on you. I’m sure someday you won’t feel the need to make a cheesy speech every time something like this happens.”
“Quiet, you. Let’s get back to the movie now, okay?”
The remote had fallen onto the floor at some point, and the DVD had almost reached the end. “Great, this is the best part,” Daisuke exclaimed, pulling Hamao into his lap.
He squirmed. “Dai-chaaaaaan, do we really have to watch this? It’s so awkward!”
“But it’s the best part of the movie!” Daisuke protested. “You and me making out and having fake sex! Come on!”
“Noooooo,” Hamao whined, covering his eyes and pouting for good measure. “Don’t wannaaaaaa. It was bad enough watching it alone without you here too!” Not being able to see helped, but try as he might, he couldn’t block out the sounds of Daisuke giggling madly and giving an unnecessary play-by-play of the on-screen action. Eventually he got up and tried to run for it, but Daisuke’s arms fastened around his waist, preventing his escape.
“Do you really hate it that much? Being with me?” Daisuke said quietly.
Hamao sighed heavily. “It’s not that I hate it, I just don’t want to watch it again afterwards. Besides, this is just a movie, and… it’s too embarrassing, okay?”
Daisuke grinned dorkily. “Does that mean you’d rather we went to your room and…?”
Hamao hesitated. “I dunno, there’s filming tomorrow, and…”
“You promised me at least twenty more minutes, didn’t you? Besides, you always end up falling asleep really quickly after sex! I’m just trying to do you a favor.”
Hamao frowned and smacked Daisuke, but let him turn everything off and put his DVD away before leading him into the bedroom.
He woke up the next morning happy and refreshed, and decided maybe Daisuke was good for something after all, even if he was a jerk that stole the covers and drooled on his pillow. But he kicked him out of bed anyway, on general principle.
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lololol don't mind me, just easily influenced by new movies and therefore on a DaiMao high.
Characters: DaiMao + Aniki
Rating/Warnings: PG-13/Some sexual themes, shipping real dudes.
Word Count: ~1400
Summary: Daisuke invites himself over to watch Detail. Mao is not excited.
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The annoying buzzing of his cell phone woke Hamao at around 6 pm. He lay motionless where he had collapsed a few hours ago as it continued to vibrate, and mentally sent death threats in its general direction. Surprisingly, it worked - but only for a second, as it immediately began to vibrate again. He was determined to outlast whoever was on the other line, but after the phone stopped and started up again for the fourth time, he was well and truly awake, so he finally sat up and grabbed the offending device. “What,” he growled after flipping it open.
“Maaaaaoooo,” Daisuke sang, altogether too happily for his liking. “What took you so long? Were you in the shoooooower?”
If he were in a more playful mood, he would like and say yes, and let Daisuke have a little fun with those mental images before engaging in a game of “What Are You Wearing” that would probably lead to phone sex, but he was tired and kind of pissed off. “No, sleeping,” he responded shortly.
“Mao, if you sleep at this time of the day, you’ll never be able to get to sleep tonight,” Daisuke chided. “Anyway, I have good news!”
“What, you’re moving to Antarctica and won’t be able to call me ever again?” Harsh, but a sleepy Hamao was not a happy Hamao.
Daisuke was used to worse and simply shrugged it off. “Nope! But our DVD did get eighth place on Amazon! How’s that, huh?”
“Cool. Bye.”
“Wait wait waaaaaaittt. Don’t you want to celebrate with me?”
Hamao sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Now? But Dai-chan, I’m exhausted. We got off early today, but we’ve got filming at like, four in the morning tomorrow. I just want to sleep.”
A long pause. Then: “What if I come over there? Only for an hour or so. You need to eat dinner anyway.”
He considered it. On the one hand, that was true, and an hour should be fine. On the other hand, Daisuke had a way of turning five minutes into twenty, and he didn’t really want to sit through a Takumi-kun marathon. But Daisuke was so excited… “Okay,” he said finally. “But only an hour.”
“I’m on my way,” Daisuke said happily, and sure enough, the doorbell rang five minutes later. Deciding he didn’t really want to know how Daisuke had gotten there that fast, he continued eating the rice balls he had found in the fridge and let his aniki get the door.
Instead of harassing and denying him entrance like he usually would, Ryousuke let him in without too much trouble and led him to the kitchen. He stopped by his brother’s side and whispered, “He actually looks good today. It’s weird,” before escaping to the safety of his own room.
Hamao looked up and found he was right. Since he’d last seen him or thought to check his blog, Daisuke’s hair had gotten longer, and it lay flat in a natural style rather than being bizarrely combed over. He was wearing one of his usual collared white shirts, and he smelled faintly of something sweet and cinnamony when he wrapped his arms around him in greeting. Hamao quickly shoved the last of the rice balls into his mouth and mumbled, “So, what’s the plan?”
A copy of the Bibou no Detail DVD materialized in Daisuke’s hands. “I was thinking we could watch a bit of this.”
“Dai, no, that’s way too embarrassing. And it’s longer than an hour anyway.”
“Just the highlights. It’ll only take a bit. Around 20 minutes, say?”
“That’s even more embarrassing,” Hamao grumbled, but let Daisuke drag him into the TV room nonetheless, and even showed him how the DVD player worked. He was surprised when he hit play right away instead of skipping to the end.
“I think it starts with a good scene,” Daisuke said by way of explanation. Hamao shrugged and rested his head on Daisuke’s shoulder.
When the first scene finished and the opening credits began to roll, Daisuke hit fast forward and said, “If I were to call you up and say something like that, what would you tell me?”
“Hmm, depends. If I’m in a bad mood, I’ll definitely hang up on you!”
“Ehh?” Daisuke pretended to be surprised. “What if you’re in a good mood, then?”
“Hmm~” He fidgeted with the end of Daisuke’s sleeve, hiding his face. “I guess… in the end, Takumi’s answer… is mine as well.”
Daisuke grinned and kissed his forehead. “I was sort of hoping you’d say that.”
He stopped the video at random scenes, mostly of the two of them, and talked about the filming of the scene or asked Hamao a question about it. After Daisuke paused it to talk about how gorgeous he was and how Gii had to be some kind of idiot to avoid his super-cute boyfriend like that, and went on for about five minutes, Hamao finally shook his head and said, “So what is this about anyway?”
Daisuke stopped reciting an epic poem about Hamao’s beautiful eyes and put an arm around his shoulder. “Audio commentary!” he said with a grin. “You didn’t get to do it with us, so I thought I’d try to recreate the experience for you.”
Hamao managed a small smile. “Don’t we need everyone else for that?”
“No way, this way I get to talk more - ow!” Daisuke rubbed his leg gingerly. “It’s true!” he protested. “And you do too. And this way we won’t get teased about being too love-love, and this way I can do this whenever I want to!” He pounced on Hamao, pressing him down against the couch, and started kissing him eagerly. He stopped nibbling on his neck long enough to add, “Besides, I missed you,” before attacking his lips again.
“Daisuke,” Hamao managed to say between kisses, “I’m sorry. I’ve just been really tired from work and-”
“Kyousuke~” Daisuke said back, then waited for a second. “Listen. I’m not going to pretend it doesn’t bother me, or that I don’t wish I could see you more often, but… work is work. I understand that. This is really good for your career, after all, and you need this. And, hey, come on. You should know by now I’m not going to give up on you.”
Hamao sniffled and smiled. “Then I won’t give up on you. I’m sure someday you won’t feel the need to make a cheesy speech every time something like this happens.”
“Quiet, you. Let’s get back to the movie now, okay?”
The remote had fallen onto the floor at some point, and the DVD had almost reached the end. “Great, this is the best part,” Daisuke exclaimed, pulling Hamao into his lap.
He squirmed. “Dai-chaaaaaan, do we really have to watch this? It’s so awkward!”
“But it’s the best part of the movie!” Daisuke protested. “You and me making out and having fake sex! Come on!”
“Noooooo,” Hamao whined, covering his eyes and pouting for good measure. “Don’t wannaaaaaa. It was bad enough watching it alone without you here too!” Not being able to see helped, but try as he might, he couldn’t block out the sounds of Daisuke giggling madly and giving an unnecessary play-by-play of the on-screen action. Eventually he got up and tried to run for it, but Daisuke’s arms fastened around his waist, preventing his escape.
“Do you really hate it that much? Being with me?” Daisuke said quietly.
Hamao sighed heavily. “It’s not that I hate it, I just don’t want to watch it again afterwards. Besides, this is just a movie, and… it’s too embarrassing, okay?”
Daisuke grinned dorkily. “Does that mean you’d rather we went to your room and…?”
Hamao hesitated. “I dunno, there’s filming tomorrow, and…”
“You promised me at least twenty more minutes, didn’t you? Besides, you always end up falling asleep really quickly after sex! I’m just trying to do you a favor.”
Hamao frowned and smacked Daisuke, but let him turn everything off and put his DVD away before leading him into the bedroom.
He woke up the next morning happy and refreshed, and decided maybe Daisuke was good for something after all, even if he was a jerk that stole the covers and drooled on his pillow. But he kicked him out of bed anyway, on general principle.
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lololol don't mind me, just easily influenced by new movies and therefore on a DaiMao high.