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Paying attention in class = highly overrated. I think we're all familiar with this train of thought by now.
FIC TIEM! =D
Title: A Little Less Conversation
Pairing: KawaixTotsu (A.B.C.)
Rating: PG-13 because Kawai cannot keep his clothes on
Summary/Blahblahblah: Exploitation of bandmates and minors, occassionally at the same time. I found it a little disturbing how easy it was to write Totsu and Kawai just talking while they basically strip each other.
A Little Less Conversation
Kawai entered the room in a flurry of limbs, walked quickly to where Totsu lay on the small couch, straddled his hips, and kissed him emphatically.
"That's a hell of a way to say hello," Totsu commented, unfazed, placing his thumb between the pages of the magazine he'd been reading, lowering it but not abandoning it completely.
"Nothing to do," Kawai whined, turning his attention to the buttons of Totsu's shirt. He appeared to be trying to undo them as stealthily as possible. "I'm bored."
Totsu batted at Kawai's hands with a frown. "Quit it, I'm not a substitute for 'nothing'. What are you even still doing here? I thought you left for the day."
"I was going to," Kawai agreed, redoubling his attack on Totsu's buttons, "but then I decided not to."
"Someone told you Matsujun-senpai's waiting for you in the parking lot or something like that," Totsu speculated, placing his magazine on his chest. "Kitayama?"
"Nikaido," Kawai corrected with a grimace, snatching up Totsu's magazine and tossing it across the room dramatically. "Senga said he was kidding, but I don't really want to take any chances."
"Hey, I was reading that!" Totsu protested.
"You just wanted to see the photoshoot with Ueda-senpai," Kawai dismissed, shifting to get at Totsu's bottom button. "Now, could you do something about your pants?"
Totsu finally allowed himself a smile. "What's wrong with my pants?" His eyes said that he had at least a vague idea of what it might be.
Kawai tilted his head as if considering critically. "They're too not on the floor over there." He waved his hand vaguely in the direction the magazine had gone. "What's Matsujun's problem anyway?"
"You're sitting on my crotch, the pants are going nowhere without you moving," Totsu observed, compromising by making quick work of the fastenings of Kawai's shirt. (The costuming department, fed up with constantly having to sew the buttons back on his shirts, had started substituting snaps, which suited Kawai just fine.) "And it's not Senpai's fault you have a death wish."
"It could be," Kawai objected stubbornly, running slim fingers down Totsu's chest from collarbone to navel before locking them firmly around the waistband of his dark jeans. "Can't get them off without moving, eh? Is that a challenge?"
A quite cough from the direction of the door caused both parties to start guiltily; Totsu turned bright red.
"Sorry to interrupt," and Goseki's tone said he was anything but, "but Kawai, I have a serious problem with you using kohai as cannon fodder." He put his hands on Morimoto Ryutaro's shoulders and glared.
"Technically I'm your guys' senpai now," Morimoto corrected, but nobody seemed to hear him.
"Oh come on," Kawai exclaimed, rolling his eyes. "It's not like Matsujun's going to bite the head of an unassuming chibi or something!"
"Kawai, what did you do?" Totsu demanded.
"He sent Mori-chan to go see if Matsumoto-senpai was waiting for him in the parking lot," replied Goseki before Kawai could open his mouth.
"Kawai you jerk!" Totsu cried, unceremoniously shoving Kawai to the floor and pulling himself into a sitting position.
"Oh come on!" Kawai whined. "You are all so overreacting!"
Apologize to Mori-chan!" Goseki scowled. "And for God's sake do up your shirt, this isn't Shokura!"
Scowling back, Kawai snapped a few of his shirt's fastenings and offered Morimoto a mostly sincere apology that was readily accepted. Goseki and Morimoto departed after a few final words to Kawai. "By the way, Matsumoto-senpai's nowhere to be found," from Morimoto, "If I ever catch you doing this again I will give Matsumoto-senpai the spare key to your apartment," from Goseki.
Totsu sighed, stood, and stretched, not bothering to button his shirt before crossing the room to retrieve his magazine. "I guess that's over, then."
Kawai brushed some dust off his pants and raised his eyebrows. "Well, it doesn't have to be."
Totsu paused, lips twitching into a small smile. "Walk you home?" he offered.
Kawai grinned. "Thought you'd never ask."
... *snerk*
FIC TIEM! =D
Title: A Little Less Conversation
Pairing: KawaixTotsu (A.B.C.)
Rating: PG-13 because Kawai cannot keep his clothes on
Summary/Blahblahblah: Exploitation of bandmates and minors, occassionally at the same time. I found it a little disturbing how easy it was to write Totsu and Kawai just talking while they basically strip each other.
A Little Less Conversation
Kawai entered the room in a flurry of limbs, walked quickly to where Totsu lay on the small couch, straddled his hips, and kissed him emphatically.
"That's a hell of a way to say hello," Totsu commented, unfazed, placing his thumb between the pages of the magazine he'd been reading, lowering it but not abandoning it completely.
"Nothing to do," Kawai whined, turning his attention to the buttons of Totsu's shirt. He appeared to be trying to undo them as stealthily as possible. "I'm bored."
Totsu batted at Kawai's hands with a frown. "Quit it, I'm not a substitute for 'nothing'. What are you even still doing here? I thought you left for the day."
"I was going to," Kawai agreed, redoubling his attack on Totsu's buttons, "but then I decided not to."
"Someone told you Matsujun-senpai's waiting for you in the parking lot or something like that," Totsu speculated, placing his magazine on his chest. "Kitayama?"
"Nikaido," Kawai corrected with a grimace, snatching up Totsu's magazine and tossing it across the room dramatically. "Senga said he was kidding, but I don't really want to take any chances."
"Hey, I was reading that!" Totsu protested.
"You just wanted to see the photoshoot with Ueda-senpai," Kawai dismissed, shifting to get at Totsu's bottom button. "Now, could you do something about your pants?"
Totsu finally allowed himself a smile. "What's wrong with my pants?" His eyes said that he had at least a vague idea of what it might be.
Kawai tilted his head as if considering critically. "They're too not on the floor over there." He waved his hand vaguely in the direction the magazine had gone. "What's Matsujun's problem anyway?"
"You're sitting on my crotch, the pants are going nowhere without you moving," Totsu observed, compromising by making quick work of the fastenings of Kawai's shirt. (The costuming department, fed up with constantly having to sew the buttons back on his shirts, had started substituting snaps, which suited Kawai just fine.) "And it's not Senpai's fault you have a death wish."
"It could be," Kawai objected stubbornly, running slim fingers down Totsu's chest from collarbone to navel before locking them firmly around the waistband of his dark jeans. "Can't get them off without moving, eh? Is that a challenge?"
A quite cough from the direction of the door caused both parties to start guiltily; Totsu turned bright red.
"Sorry to interrupt," and Goseki's tone said he was anything but, "but Kawai, I have a serious problem with you using kohai as cannon fodder." He put his hands on Morimoto Ryutaro's shoulders and glared.
"Technically I'm your guys' senpai now," Morimoto corrected, but nobody seemed to hear him.
"Oh come on," Kawai exclaimed, rolling his eyes. "It's not like Matsujun's going to bite the head of an unassuming chibi or something!"
"Kawai, what did you do?" Totsu demanded.
"He sent Mori-chan to go see if Matsumoto-senpai was waiting for him in the parking lot," replied Goseki before Kawai could open his mouth.
"Kawai you jerk!" Totsu cried, unceremoniously shoving Kawai to the floor and pulling himself into a sitting position.
"Oh come on!" Kawai whined. "You are all so overreacting!"
Apologize to Mori-chan!" Goseki scowled. "And for God's sake do up your shirt, this isn't Shokura!"
Scowling back, Kawai snapped a few of his shirt's fastenings and offered Morimoto a mostly sincere apology that was readily accepted. Goseki and Morimoto departed after a few final words to Kawai. "By the way, Matsumoto-senpai's nowhere to be found," from Morimoto, "If I ever catch you doing this again I will give Matsumoto-senpai the spare key to your apartment," from Goseki.
Totsu sighed, stood, and stretched, not bothering to button his shirt before crossing the room to retrieve his magazine. "I guess that's over, then."
Kawai brushed some dust off his pants and raised his eyebrows. "Well, it doesn't have to be."
Totsu paused, lips twitching into a small smile. "Walk you home?" he offered.
Kawai grinned. "Thought you'd never ask."
... *snerk*