Boys Will Be Boys (Tsukada/Senga, R)
Title: Boys Will Be Boys
Pairing: Tsukada/Senga, implied Yara/Senga
Rating/Warnings: R
AN: GASP. BUTOUKAN FIC. Longish drabble, because I've had this idea forever and needed to just get it out there.
Boys Will Be Boys
When Senga walks in on Tsukada getting himself off, it's certainly not the first time he's seen something like this. They're all boys, they know it happens, and sometimes things just need to be… taken care of. But it doesn't make it any less awkward. Senga mutters an apology and moves to close the door again.
"Wait, Senga, come back," Tsukada calls. Senga pushes the door back open.
"Mm?" Tsukada has paused for the moment, but he hasn't made any move to cover himself. Senga keeps his eyes securely on Tsukada's face.
"Come here." Tsukada motions him over.
"But," Senga starts, and doesn't get to finish.
"Just come here."
Senga edges over to Tsukada and when the other man pulls him to sit on the couch, he stares straight ahead at the far wall.
"Are you sure this is a good time?" Senga asks.
"Yup," Tsukada answers, and Senga can hear his grin. "Perfect time. Or rather, perfect timing. I was just thinking about you."
"You were?" Senga asks, his voice cracking. Tsukada thinking of Senga while he's touching himself… the idea makes Senga feel rather warm.
"I was." Tsukada leans closer to nose at Senga's temple. "You looked really good before, practicing the new move." Senga swallows as Tsukada continues. "Ne, Senga. Let's have a little fun." He slides his hand low across Senga's abdomen and Senga's cock twitches in anticipation.
"I don't know…"
Tsukada laughs quietly. "Yes, you do." He drags his hand down to palm at the front of Senga's sweatpants and Senga squeezes his eyes shut and holds back a whimper.
"Okay," Senga whispers, hating himself for being so weak, but then Tsukada is sliding a hand under Senga's clothes to wrap around his cock, and all thought is chased away as he hardens under Tsukada's fingers. His body thrums in response to Tsukada's ministrations and the rest of the world disappears. But a voice in his ear brings him back before long.
"It's only fair to reciprocate, you know," Tsukada sing-songs, and Senga blinks over at him, trying to concentrate.
"…what?"
Tsukada stops his hand for a moment and leans in. "Touch me," he whispers, his breath tickling along Senga's ear.
Oh. Senga twists slightly to make the angle less awkward and reaches for Tsukada, who interest hasn't flagged a bit. At the first touch, Tsukada gives a pleased little hum and resumes stroking Senga, the two of them now working together. Tsukada leans his head on Senga's shoulder and presses his open mouth to Senga's neck. Senga gasps at the soft suction and Tsukada pulls back slightly.
"Ah, marks are no good, huh," he says, breathless, and then leans in to kiss Senga instead.
It's not much in the way of kisses, really; they're both distracted. But the too-slick slide of their tongues against each other makes Senga feel like he's burning up. Tsukada groans into his mouth and Senga's surprised to feel him spill over his hand. Senga's not used to lasting longer than, well, anyone, but then again, Tsukada had had quite a head start on him.
Tsukada pulls back a bit, but doesn't stop the squeeze of his hand along Senga's cock, and Senga drops his head back on the couch. His eyes fall shut and the face beneath Tsukada's dark hair morphs and shifts and Senga moans. God, if only he would touch Senga like this. Just like this. A little more…
Senga cries out as he pours himself into Tsukada's hand, gasping as Tsukada works him through to the end. Tsukada lets him rest for a moment, his hand still in a lazy curl around him, before his chuckles force Senga to open his eyes.
"What?" Senga asks, confused.
Tsukada smiles. "You should really just tell him, you know?"
Senga blinks. "Tell who what?"
"You don't remember what you called out, do you?"
Senga thinks for a moment and blushes. Maybe he has some idea what he might have said. Tsukada pokes his cheek with his clean hand.
"Sorry," Senga mutters.
"Don't be!" Tsukada's smiling kindly at him. "This was fun, but I bet you'll have more fun if you just tell Nikaido how you feel. Everyone knows he's crazy about you."
"I-"
"Hey, Tsuka-chan, no messing with the baby!" Yara yells as he sticks his head in the door.
Tsukada just waggles his sticky fingers in Yara's direction. "Don't be a hypocrite," he says brightly.
Yara throws a wink at Senga and ducks back out. Senga tries to drown his blush in Tsukada's chest. "Don't tell Nika," he pleads, and Tsukada pats him on the back.
"Don't worry, I won't have to. You will."
Senga squashes his nose further into Tsukada's breastbone and knows that's it's true.
Pairing: Tsukada/Senga, implied Yara/Senga
Rating/Warnings: R
AN: GASP. BUTOUKAN FIC. Longish drabble, because I've had this idea forever and needed to just get it out there.
Boys Will Be Boys
When Senga walks in on Tsukada getting himself off, it's certainly not the first time he's seen something like this. They're all boys, they know it happens, and sometimes things just need to be… taken care of. But it doesn't make it any less awkward. Senga mutters an apology and moves to close the door again.
"Wait, Senga, come back," Tsukada calls. Senga pushes the door back open.
"Mm?" Tsukada has paused for the moment, but he hasn't made any move to cover himself. Senga keeps his eyes securely on Tsukada's face.
"Come here." Tsukada motions him over.
"But," Senga starts, and doesn't get to finish.
"Just come here."
Senga edges over to Tsukada and when the other man pulls him to sit on the couch, he stares straight ahead at the far wall.
"Are you sure this is a good time?" Senga asks.
"Yup," Tsukada answers, and Senga can hear his grin. "Perfect time. Or rather, perfect timing. I was just thinking about you."
"You were?" Senga asks, his voice cracking. Tsukada thinking of Senga while he's touching himself… the idea makes Senga feel rather warm.
"I was." Tsukada leans closer to nose at Senga's temple. "You looked really good before, practicing the new move." Senga swallows as Tsukada continues. "Ne, Senga. Let's have a little fun." He slides his hand low across Senga's abdomen and Senga's cock twitches in anticipation.
"I don't know…"
Tsukada laughs quietly. "Yes, you do." He drags his hand down to palm at the front of Senga's sweatpants and Senga squeezes his eyes shut and holds back a whimper.
"Okay," Senga whispers, hating himself for being so weak, but then Tsukada is sliding a hand under Senga's clothes to wrap around his cock, and all thought is chased away as he hardens under Tsukada's fingers. His body thrums in response to Tsukada's ministrations and the rest of the world disappears. But a voice in his ear brings him back before long.
"It's only fair to reciprocate, you know," Tsukada sing-songs, and Senga blinks over at him, trying to concentrate.
"…what?"
Tsukada stops his hand for a moment and leans in. "Touch me," he whispers, his breath tickling along Senga's ear.
Oh. Senga twists slightly to make the angle less awkward and reaches for Tsukada, who interest hasn't flagged a bit. At the first touch, Tsukada gives a pleased little hum and resumes stroking Senga, the two of them now working together. Tsukada leans his head on Senga's shoulder and presses his open mouth to Senga's neck. Senga gasps at the soft suction and Tsukada pulls back slightly.
"Ah, marks are no good, huh," he says, breathless, and then leans in to kiss Senga instead.
It's not much in the way of kisses, really; they're both distracted. But the too-slick slide of their tongues against each other makes Senga feel like he's burning up. Tsukada groans into his mouth and Senga's surprised to feel him spill over his hand. Senga's not used to lasting longer than, well, anyone, but then again, Tsukada had had quite a head start on him.
Tsukada pulls back a bit, but doesn't stop the squeeze of his hand along Senga's cock, and Senga drops his head back on the couch. His eyes fall shut and the face beneath Tsukada's dark hair morphs and shifts and Senga moans. God, if only he would touch Senga like this. Just like this. A little more…
Senga cries out as he pours himself into Tsukada's hand, gasping as Tsukada works him through to the end. Tsukada lets him rest for a moment, his hand still in a lazy curl around him, before his chuckles force Senga to open his eyes.
"What?" Senga asks, confused.
Tsukada smiles. "You should really just tell him, you know?"
Senga blinks. "Tell who what?"
"You don't remember what you called out, do you?"
Senga thinks for a moment and blushes. Maybe he has some idea what he might have said. Tsukada pokes his cheek with his clean hand.
"Sorry," Senga mutters.
"Don't be!" Tsukada's smiling kindly at him. "This was fun, but I bet you'll have more fun if you just tell Nikaido how you feel. Everyone knows he's crazy about you."
"I-"
"Hey, Tsuka-chan, no messing with the baby!" Yara yells as he sticks his head in the door.
Tsukada just waggles his sticky fingers in Yara's direction. "Don't be a hypocrite," he says brightly.
Yara throws a wink at Senga and ducks back out. Senga tries to drown his blush in Tsukada's chest. "Don't tell Nika," he pleads, and Tsukada pats him on the back.
"Don't worry, I won't have to. You will."
Senga squashes his nose further into Tsukada's breastbone and knows that's it's true.