Fanfic: Up in the Air
Title: Up in the Air!
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: The plot is mine...but not the boys *sob*
Beta: my beta got sick...it's only half way betaed
Pairing(s): Hirosuke
Rating: NC-17
Genre: good question...
Warnings: rating, do Kitafuji alone count as a warning?
Summary: Taisuke hates turbulences, but they can certainly change ones life.
Author Notes: That is what happens when a person flying for the first time has to distract herself...and has 12 hours time. She plots something like this XD The fic is written in Fujigaya's point of view...so he is almost always 'he'. Sorry, about that...my style suddenly changed and I will try to get back to my old one where I make clearer who is talking. Please, bear with me. I am working on it.
Up in the Air!
Fujigaya hated to fly to begin with and now, he couldn't even get the seat at the window. That pissed him off greatly. Grumbling, he stuffed his little bag in the overhead compartment over his seat. The seat next to his was already occupied, but he didn’t spare the person a glance. All he wanted to do was to sulk and pity himself. Okay yes, he was on the way to Okinawa for his well deserved holiday, but that didn’t change the fact that he was in one of these monstrous planes that could drop off the sky any minute and now he couldn’t even watch when it happened because he wasn’t sitting at the window. Life was mean like that.
The time dragged on and on and on. Nervously, he tapped his fingers against his arm rest. It was really the worst about flying. The time when you had to wait for the plane to go off. He wanted it to be over with. All of it.
Then he could rent a board and go surfing, day and night for three days, then he had to get his ass back to work. All seven of them had gotten a break. It had come quite sudden, but he was not complaining. He needed a break. Yokoo had told him to better rest well and not surf all the time. It would be tough following his advice. Kitayama had gone over to calling him Panda-san, which annoyed him greatly. There was no need to point out the dark circles under his eyes, he was aware of them himself, thank you very much. Tamamori had wanted to go with him, but had to go to the birthday party of one of his aunts. Miyata had almost gotten a kiss when he had proposed to accompany him. To Miyata’s disappointment, Tamamori had caught himself in the last minute. They all pitied him greatly. Nikasen ,to call them separately by their names would go against nature, had told him to come back in time and not party all day and had then disappeared in their own bubble again.
He would bet his salary that they were a couple.
Fujigaya closed his eyes and sunk back in his seat; he could feel the plane rolling. Soon it would go up in the air. How he dreaded these three hours till he would reach his destination. Only then did he notice that the medicine that was supposed to calm down his stomach was in his bag over his head and he had to stay buckled up. The plane would go off in a few seconds. How could he have been so damn stupid? He should have pushed it under the seat in front of him. Then he would have been able to reach it without a problem. Idiot, he scolded himself. He groaned. The bubble gum in his mouth would have to do. Immediately, he chewed it furiously.
He pressed even more in his seat as the plane got faster. Not that he was very believing, but it was surprising how desperately people prayed in extreme situations, and yes, this counted as extreme situation.
He got interrupted in his inner panic as fingers loosened the desperate clutch he had on the one armrest and intertwined his fingers with five others. Dumbstruck, he stared at the seat in front of his as a thumb drew comforting circles on the back of his hand.
He was not going to look who dared to take his hand. That stranger could catch hell, if it was a pervert, for doing so after he got comforted.
After some minutes he reconsidered, it would be mean to scold someone who had already gotten his/her fingers squished. Maybe a “nice” reminder to not touch strangers would do?
He had the words on his tongues as the plane didn’t seem to get any higher and he turned towards his neighbour. His mouth fell open though as he looked into familiar brown eyes.
“You?!”
“And here I thought you were trying to smash my fingers on propose.” Kitayama said mildly and Fujigaya was sure his ears were flaming red, one of the reasons why he preferred long hair. Kitayama caught him being not his usual cool self. The idiot laughed as he pulled their hands apart to tug his hair over his ears. Damn, he hated that it was so short at the moment. It better grew fast.
Annoyed at Kitayama and even more annoyed at himself, Fujigaya turned away from the other. Oh, how he hated flying!
“Maybe we should communicate more with each other after all.” Kitayama said after some minutes and he went through the trouble to glare at him.
“Why?” Fujigaya pressed out and it wasn’t even because Kitayama was annoying him. At the moment, he was rather thankful for the distraction. Oh, how he hated turbulences.
“Because then we would probably not have chosen the same holiday destination.” Kitayama didn’t give a sign whether he had heard how unfriendly he sounded or not.
“You mean, we should communicate more so that we can avoid each other better?”
“Now that you are saying it like this, it does sound rather twisted, doesn’t it?” The other said thoughtfully and then shrugged his shoulders.
“Do you think we will see each other at the beach?”
“It might be inevitable.”
Fujigaya grumbled a little because of Kitayama’s response and hoped he could annoy him enough to draw another reaction. Kitayama better distracted him or he would be a nervous wreck in no time.
The other was already opening his mouth when the stewardess gave them something to drink and a small snack that consisted of a sandwich. Without having to think twice he pushed his sandwich towards Kitayama. Throwing up in the toilet of a plane, was not an experience he desperately wanted to make. His stomach was troubled enough.
“You know, if you hate flying so much, why didn’t you choose a place you could reach by train or car?” Kitayama said calmly as he accepted his sandwich and opened the first one to eat it. Should it annoy Fujigaya that the other didn’t even need to ask to know exactly what was going on with him?
“I love to surf.” He answered defiantly.
“So do I.” Then Kitayama was silent and chewed bit after bit. How the other could eat in such a height was a mystery to him.
To distract himself he decided to think about something else, which only leaded him to think that if Kitayama gained too much weight because of the sandwiches, maybe the plane would drop? Yes, a person could have unreasonable thoughts like that, not that it really helped to calm him down.
Maybe he should steal the sandwich back just in case? Though, as he came to the conclusion that it was worth a try, Kitayama stuffed the last bit in his mouth. Never underestimate a hungry Kitayama Hiromitsu.
“What?” The other asked after swallowing.
“Are you feeling heavy?” Damn, he was really out of character miles above the ground.
“You are being weird.”
Fujigaya would have loved to tell Kitayama to stop reading his mind, but the smug bastard would only have smirked.
“Oh shut up.”
“Be nice, Taipi, you don’t want to make people think you are mean~”
He growled. Kitayama knew this was a wound point.
Turning away from him, he glared at an undefined point in the other direction. Only to immediately look away again, since he had apparently glared at a stewardess who had looked quite horrified. Nice way to prove Kitayama’s point. It was always Kitayama’s fault when he scared off people.
“Don’t laugh.” He grumbled and closed his eyes.
“Today is not your day, but therefore maybe tomorrow.” A hand patted his knee and then there was silence. He hated it when Kitayama stopped abruptly to bully him and said something nice like just now. Then he always looked like the bad guy and felt like one as well.
He mulled that over in his mind for a few minutes till he opened his eyes to look at the other. Not that it was a surprise at all, but he would have wished Kitayama was awake. Now it was no use that on the plane was someone he knew, if that someone was dead asleep.
Needing something else to do, Fujigaya decided to get up and go to the toilet. Not that he wanted to walk around in this ‘thing’, but he just needed something to do.
When he came back, he shook a sleeping Kitayama without mercy. He had an idea how to get this flight over faster and for that he needed the other.
“What….uwahhhhhh.” The other yawned and Fujigaya crawled back on his seat to tug at the other’s seatbelt and opened it.
“Huh?” Kitayama got only more confused as his sleep-muddled brain tried to catch up. Fujigaya didn’t give him any time though and dragged him to the toilet.
The other seemed to wake up though, when he found himself with him in a pretty small room.
“The hell?”
“Nope, the toilet.”
“Jokester, what are we doing here?”
He grinned and Kitayama lifted a questioning eyebrow.
“I need something to do.”
“I am not going to help you pee.”
“Really? Now I am disappointed.” He said sarcastically and rolled his eyes.
“Spill it, before I label you as retard and return to my seat and sleep.”
Since saying it was too embarrassing for him, he preferred to instead open Kitayama’s pants and pull it down a little to give the other a clue.
“I am starting to have an idea, but I hope you are kidding because that is just impossible.” The other said it slowly while trying to pierce him with his eyes.
“Who said it is impossible?”
“God, Fujigaya!”
“We haven’t even started.” It was an old joke, he knew, but he just couldn’t resist.
He got whacked for that comment.
“Let me out of here.”
”No.” He tried to keep the whine out of his voice and was glad when it worked. Wrapping his arms around the other’s neck, he made sure he went nowhere.
“Seriously?”
”You top.”
That seemed to make Kitayama reconsider. Maybe the other had thought it was only about blowjobs or that he should bottom for him.
The older one looked thoughtfully at him.
“I still don’t see how that is supposed to work.”
“You called me bendable and flexible before.” He winked and then started to work on his pants.
“This is crazy.”
“What? You never wanted to find out if an orgasm in 10.000 meters height is awesome?”
“Sometimes I wonder what’s wrong with your brain.”
“Don’t complain and rather help.”
For once, Kitayama followed his words and helped him to take off his pants and then underwear. He placed it on the toilet lid after closing it , which he thought was a rather good idea and after he had taken out the condom.
“Okay and now…”
He helped Kitayama to find out what came next, through pushing his pants and underwear as far down as he deemed necessary. Placing his hands on Kitayama’s shoulders, he tried to hop on the washbasin, which was rather uncomfortable, but would have to do. Maybe he could rather cling to Kitayama than sit on it, as much as it sounded unacceptable for him.
“Wait.” The other suddenly said.
“What now?” He had gotten them already so far and he was actually a little curious to find out how the other was in bed or rather in their situation, no, he wouldn’t think it.
“We don’t have any lube. I can’t fuck you without lube.”
“Sure you can, we are in a bathroom, retard.” He pointed at the soap dispenser and ignored the suspicious look he received for that.
Opening the condom, he rolled it onto himself and then spread his legs wider. Not that Kitayama wasn’t already between them because of lack of space, but it was more comfortable.
“I thought I was going to top you.”
“Yeah.” He furrowed his brows. Kitayama was stating the obvious.
“Why are you the one wearing the condom then?”
He rolled his eyes.
“Do you think we can make a mess here?”
“Yeah well, no, but…”
”See, moreover I know you don’t have any diseases.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Miyata told me you got yourself tested.” He stuck out his tongue triumphantly.
“Stalker…creeper…”
“Look who is talking. Who told me last week that if I didn’t hurry, I would miss the birthday party of my mother?”
“It’s not my fault I know everything about you.”
”Neither is it mine.”
“Fuck you.”
“That was the point some seconds ago.”
Exasperated, Kitayama moved his hand through his hair.
Realising that they were getting nowhere, Fujigaya took Kitayama’s hand and put a generous amount of soap on it before guiding it between his legs.
That seemed to get Kitayama back to action and he moved his other hand under his thigh and lifted it while moving closer so that Fujigaya was caught between Kitayama and the washbasin.
Trying to lift his thighs as far as possible, he felt like a living, squished pretzel as he waited for Kitayama’s finger to enter him.
“We have to be done before the plane starts to land.” He reminded the other and Kitayama nodded, but didn’t say anything.
The other’s touches were careful and it wasn’t that hard to relax as he breached him.
“You are used to this.” Kitayama moved even closer and he could feel his breath at his ear.
“I am.” There was no need to tell the other that he had only experimented a little himself so far with no one else involved. In the worst case, it would make Kitayama stop.
The other hummed as response and steadily prepared him, pushing in one finger after the other and stretching him slowly. He breathed in sharply when the fourth finger entered him. So far he had not dared to push in more than three.
Suddenly, there were lips at his jaw and he actually liked it. Kitayama seemed to like it as well and kissed along his jawline and then searched with his lips his. When their lips met, they involuntary halted.
It was strange to kiss the guy he always fought and bickered with and find out that it actually felt pretty good.
Kitayama pulled back and looked at him. Fujigaya's eyes wandered to the other’s lips and couldn’t help but think that this shouldn’t feel that intimate considering what they were here for.
“We are in the toilet of a plane.” That sentence from him kind of broke the magic and Kitayama prepared him further. Fujigaya shuddered, not because of the touch of the other but because of the look Kitayama had given him some seconds ago.
No one had looked at him like that before and he everything but wanted to find out what exactly that meant, because than he had to face it and neither of them wanted and was ready for that.
“Ready?” Kitayama asked without looking directly into his eyes. So, the other had noticed as well.
“Yeah.” He wanted to shrug his shoulders, but that would mean to move a lot, so he only nodded.
“Okay…” Kitayama moved and pushed him slightly to somehow get them in a stable position.
Knowing he would regret it later on because it would give them complicated feelings, he wrapped his arms around the other’s neck so that he could hold on.
The other nodded and tightened his arms around him as well and only then, Fujigaya noticed that Kitayama had not dared to hold him tighter. They were so damn complicated.
The other balanced him and suddenly he felt ‘it’. He was not scared, because he was scared of flying not sex. Kitayama was close enough though that he had an excuse to bury his face in his hair.
He gasped as the other slowly eased his way inside him. It burned and wasn’t all that nice, but strangely he was okay with it. Kitayama stilled and shuddered and he realized that maybe it was him who had the upper hand. Experimentally, he tried to tense his body and the reaction of the other was immediate. Kitayama was suddenly even closer if that was even possible, trying to melt into him. He was getting pushed against the washbasin though so he carefully and slowly, as to not bump his knees, wrapped his legs around the other’s hip and got that way away from the tap. Kitayama seemed to understand and pulled him closer by his butt. When the other went even deeper into him he bit his lips. No one had touched him there ever before…
Now almost all of his weight was on Kitayama, but he doubted the other would drop him. He just wouldn’t. Through all this, he had not even noticed that he was now used to having Kitayama inside him. He felt it with every cell of his body and shuddered. The other seemed to see it as some sign of okay, as he started to move slowly.
The pace was maddening as the older one pushed slowly into him, but he knew they would hardly get any faster. Kitayama had to lift all of his weight to make them move and as much as he tried to help, moving alone was a feat…not that the shaking of the plane helped any to keep them stable. It felt good nevertheless and he hummed contently as he felt sparks of pleasure.
For it to not turn awkward, he searched for the other’s lips and locked them with his. He moaned surprised when the sparks of pleasure turned into a fire, burning him from the inside and making it impossible to stay still.
Kitayama gave him a warning noise because he was apparently moving too much and he tried to keep still through clinging to the other even more. He remembered how he had reacted when he had tensed so he tried doing it again. He liked it when Kitayama shuddered with pleasure only because of something he did.
Therefore, he tried to tighten around the other that much that he had trouble to pull out of him.
It seemed to make Kitayama a little bit more desperate since he pulled him down on himself harder and was sure to hit that one certain spot that made him burn. He clawed at his clothes and shoved his tongue into his mouth.
The other answered as good as he could to his kiss. It was rather clumsy and Kitayama’s teeth accidentally scratched his bottom lip. He moaned and rocked as hard back as it was possible for him.
“Touch yourself.” The other panted and he shook his head.
“No, I don’t want to let go.”
That made Kitayama loose his rhythm and their eyes met for a split second. Now he wondered what the hell he had been saying.
The other furrowed his brows and in the next second he felt the washbasin again. One hand let carefully go of him while the other one tightened its grip. He shuddered when Kitayama wrapped his now free hand around his throbbing cock. The older one thumbed his slit and Fujigaya pulled at his shirt while he tried to bit back a moan because suddenly he wondered how thin these walls were…though he had given them already away then. Kitayama was much quieter than him, only making soft moans and sighs that made his skin tingle and then there were of course those eyes. Kitayama’s eyes were burning and since they were clear and not muddled by sleep, very intense. The other broke eye contact though when he clamped down on him and instead placed his head on his shoulder.
“So damn tight…too tight.”
He took it as a compliment and if he had not been so close to orgasm, he would have smiled. Instead he tried to drag Kitayama with him over the edge. The other’s hand worked swiftly on his member and he wondered if it would be possible to milk the orgasm out of him.
Well, whatever, he could try.
He wondered a little if he could get sore muscles in his butt if he used them that much, but then again, he would be sore anyway so he would never know.
To his surprise, Kitayama seemed to have been closer than he had thought. It gave him a rush that he had accomplished to make the other come without moving much and he easily came into the condom as well.
They panted in sync as they came down and he deemed it acceptable for now to let Kitayama lean on him like a dead weight and push him further against the washbasin. Later he would deny that this was kind of a special moment, but for now he ignored the reflex to snap at the other. They could bicker later.
“I can’t believe what we did just now.” He barely heard the whisper against his neck.
“I can’t believe that we actually managed.” Now would probably be the moment to let go of Kitayama, but…
“Well that’s another point.” The other started to move and he winced slightly as he pulled out of him. He was sore, more than he thought he would be, but it could probably have been worse considering where they were.
Kitayama let his hand glide to his waist and slowly pulled him back down on the ground.
They stood unsure opposite each other and it got slightly awkward.
Since he always hated it, when there was a rush after sex and made it seem like nothing important, he kissed the other on the lips one last time and then pulled back to get dressed. If he got anymore cutesy with Kitayama, he would have a lot of snapping to do to make up for it…or something like that.
“Maybe you should leave first.” It was tough to move and he still wanted to clean himself up a little. By now, he could feel the other’s semen drip out of his hole and down his thighs. He wanted to get rid of it, since he felt claimed.
“I am getting kicked out after sex? Great,” Kitayama said it ironically, but he couldn’t help but think that the other wasn’t joking as much as he wanted to.
“I need to get myself dressed and cleaned up. It’s just too cramped with the two of us inside. We can talk later on our seats.” He swallowed. Before this had happened he would have told Kitayama that he didn’t care and that he shouldn’t annoy him. Being nice to the other was damn scary.
The look in the other’s eyes softened considerably.
“So, you are okay talking with me?” The corners of Kitayama’s mouth twitched slightly upwards and before he knew it, a hand pulled him closer by the nape and he got kissed again. It was a confusing kiss. Neither exactly passionate nor gentle…just Kitayama.
Before he could snap out of it, the other had pulled back, put his pants on properly and left him alone in the little room. Immediately, he locked the door again and leaned against it. Sliding down on it, he shook his head in disbelieve.
After he had made sure, that he had cleaned himself up properly and washed every body part that had come in contact with anything in this room, he moved from one food to the other till the plane suddenly dropped a little and he just wanted to go back to his seat. Well, there was no helping it. He would have to face the other anyway.
He tumbled on his seat and Kitayama tried to hide an amused smile.
“Don’t laugh.” He muttered.
“I am trying not to.”
“Ass…”
“Shouldn’t it be rather dick for me?” The other said tauntingly into his ear so no one else heard.
“Watch your mouth.” He growled and glared at Kitayama for good measure.
“And here I had already worried, we would get awkward with each other now. Thank God, we always find something to bicker about.” Kitayama said and pushed a stray strand behind his ear, positively throwing him off and shutting his mouth.
They still bickered, but something between them had changed. Now, he had to decided whether that was good or not.
The other tilted his head slightly as he didn’t say anything.
“What is going on in your mind Fujigaya?”
“Not reading my mind this time? I am shocked.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I have a suspicion, but since you are in the mood to talk with me, I figured I could make sure for once.”
He furrowed his brows. Kitayama made it sound like it was his fault that they never talked.
“Why should I approach someone who doesn’t even look at me?” The other answered his thoughts.
“Creeper.”
He could see the delight in Kitayama’s eyes at being right.
“But back to your earlier thoughts, of course something changed between us.”
“Absolute creeper.”
“I know you longer than barely anyone else. We work with each other constantly. Where does that leave us, huh?”
“That leaves me shocked and you as a creeper.”
“Oh Fujigaya!” Kitayama sighed exasperate and somehow he sensed that the other was about to pull back again. In other words, they would go back to normal. It was his fault that they were the way they were. Probably. Did he want them to treat each other like before again?
Pushing up the armrest between them, he leaned against the other and closed his eyes. Kitayama moved slightly and he knew he was surprised. Maybe he was a creeper himself?
“My butt is sore. I need to sit differently.” Not that he was going to admit to maybe keep that change in their relationship ever.
“Soap is no real lubrication.”
“Good enough.” He mumbled. There was something about Kitayama that made him incredible sleepy even though he knew the plane had to land soon. He somehow had even forgotten that he was sitting in an object that could fall down 100.000 metres and kill them all. Kitayama was utterly familiar, familiarity meant safety, safety meant…and he hated the way those thoughts of his were going.
There was suddenly a hand in his hair, letting his short strands run through warm fingers.
“Do you already know that we chose the same hotel?” The other said lowly as to not disturb him.
“How do you know?”
“I looked into the documents in your bag.”
He jerked but Kitayama pushed him back down on his shoulder.
“You really have no qualms, do you? That’s my personal stuff and you are even telling me about it.”
“It just suddenly hit me that you might have picked the hotel as well that was close to the beach, had a spa area and nice suites. You took your time in the toilet and I was bored.”
“I like spas.” He grumbled, because he knew Kitayama was someone who didn’t say no to a massage either.
“That’s what I figured.”
“Hmm…” If they had communicated, they even could have saved some money and shared a room. Not that he didn’t have enough, but he was used to sharing rooms on tour and they would probably be surfing all day long anyway.
“I can still cancel my room. I bet you even managed to grab one of the gorgeous suites. I didn’t.”
”Has anyone ever told you that it can freak people out if you constantly read their mind?” Seriously, it was giving him the shivers. Kitayama couldn’t even see his face and knew anyway.
“No, it’s not like I can read the mind of anyone else.” The other said as if it was no big deal.
“Just great.”
“Should I cancel or not?”
“You pay half of the room then.”
“Sure.”
He hummed as reply and his eyes dropped close again.
It felt only like seconds when he felt some movement and he slowly blinked his eyes open. Kitayama was fastening his seatbelt and he couldn’t believe he didn’t put it on when he came back.
“We are landing.” Kitayama told him.
Groaning, he buried his nose in the other’s shirt. Hopefully, the landing wouldn’t be as jerky as the last one he experienced.
“Soon it’s over and come on, you can’t say you weren’t distracted.”
“That was the point to begin with.”
”Ouch, and here I had thought you had suddenly discovered my undeniable hotness.”
He smiled slightly. Now it was obvious to him that Kitayama was trying to quarrel with him to calm down his nerves.
“Thanks, you know…because…yeah.”
The other under him froze. He pulled away to look at him and discovered he had shocked Kitayama so much that he was gaping at him.
“It’s not a compliment that you are that shocked.”
“Uhm…” The information still seemed to register in Kitayama’s brain.
“Excuse me.” They got interrupted by a stewardess that told them to sit down properly in their seats and stay seated since the plane was about to land.
He didn’t like that one bit.
Trying to not show too much on his face how unhappy he was, he moved away from Kitayama, put the armrest back in place and made sure the seatbelt was secured tightly.
“Here.” The other gave him a bubble gum for pressure balance and before he could clutch the armrest again, intertwined their fingers. Kitayama looked out of the window so he looked in the other direction as well. They could always pretend.
“Hopefully, the stewardess doesn’t know who we are.” He mumbled to himself, okay, maybe rather to Kitayama.
“…and all the other people that know we were in the toilet together.”
He cringed.
“We can always deny everything as long as there is no evidence. Remember cell phones are not allowed to be switched on in planes.” Kitayama tried to reassure him.
“Cameras are allowed.”
“Well, Johnny allowed me a scandal for this month. Not that I think that there will be any. That’s the great thing about business class. Just as the name says, only business men that don’t care about us anyway.”
“Johnny allowed you a scandal? How unfair.”
“Well, I am not that keen to create one and I have the feeling he expects one from me now. Such a pain.”
“Did he say what kind of scandal?” He asked as he tightened his grip on Kitayama’s hand slightly. Landing was really not something he enjoyed.
“What? Interested in helping me?” The other smirked at him.
“Well…”
“Let’s get caught going into the same hotel then.”
“That sounds so wrong.” He could already imagine the feast the reporters were going to have about them being seen together.
“No one will know what we really do behind locked doors.”
The tone of voice Kitayama used made him shiver.
“Pervert…”
”There are other things you can ride than waves.”
He blinked. Did the other mean what he thought he meant? A look in his direction confirmed his suspicion. Kitayama glanced at him deviously.
“Are you now showing your true colours?”
“May I remind you that it was you who seduced me and not the other way around?”
“I was desperate.”
The other clicked his tongue.
“Try to deny it as much as you want, but that was not a simple fling we had.”
He looked away. He knew that himself. It had been much too slow, careful and sensual for that.
“We will have to talk about it.” The other’s voice was suddenly serious.
“Not now.”
“Maybe, but later we have to…Taisuke.”
He shuddered. With Kitayama everything was complicated, their feelings, their actions, their talking and their characters were probably complicated anyway.
“Okay…”
“Good and may I remind you that there is no use trying to run away from me?”
“Because we share a room now?”
“Well, there is of course that and that we most probably have booked the same flight back, are in the same band, are always thrown together and are basically partners. Either way you look at it. It would be a futile attempt.”
“Keep saying such stuff and I’ll get paranoid.”
At that Kitayama, only laughed and held his hand. Of course he knew very well himself that Kitayama was always by his side.
The other flexed his fingers after he had released his death grip, with other words, after the plane had landed.
“Are you okay?”
“My butt is sore.”
“That’s not what I meant, but well, you can get a rest now.” Kitayama tried to hide a smile as he pushed him up so that he could get out of his seat as well.
“I want to try out the hotel bed!”
“Uhm…”
“Pervert, you are not going to help!”
“How mean!”
It was weird. There was suddenly more between them, Kitayama had made that quite clear, but strangely nothing really had changed. That should probably worry him.
The check out took some time, but when they finally were about to pick up their luggage, he took out his phone and wrote Wataru a message. The other would be horrified, but it wouldn’t hurt to tease him a little.
Hey Watta,
I landed safely on the ground...and my butt lost its virginity. There is nothing you can do anymore ;)
Satisfied, he hit send. It was his revenge for all the nagging. The other was such a mother hen when it was about delicate matters like that. If it wasn’t for Yokoo, he would have lost it years ago. It had annoyed him greatly the past month, because it was his choice to make.
The reply was immediate.
You what? In the plane? Are you crazy? Didn’t I always tell you to not do it with a stranger, but with someone who cares? I am coming over immediately!
He sighed. The other was so predictable.
Who said it was a stranger? Stay where you are. I am okay. That idiot will take care of me.
After sending the text, he furrowed his brows. Kitayama would take care of him? Well, whatever made Wataru sleep at night.
“Who are you texting with? If I had not recognized your bag, it would have taken another round on the baggage claim.”
“Oh thanks.” He took his bag from Kitayama and put his phone away. “It was Wataru.”
”You two really can’t be without each other long.”
”Jealous?” He asked with a smug grin. It faltered though when Kitayama only looked back at him.
“Let’s…let’s go.” Grabbing the older one, he dragged him towards the exit. Oh damn, this was more complicated then he had thought it would be.
They called a cab and got inside. His phone beeped again and after he stole a quick glance at the other, he pulled it out.
Kitayama? You are with Kitayama?”
“Huh? How does he know…?” He mumbled surprised to himself.
“Hm?” Kitayama looked towards him but before he could ask, his phone started to ring.
“Moshi-moshi…Wataru?...Eh, he told you?....I don’t know whether I should be amused or not…seriously, is that a question I have to answer?...Well, uhm…okay, okay, I can reassure you…take a breath.”
The other looked at him and Fujigaya was not all that sure that he wanted to know what they were talking about. Who they were talking about was quite obvious to him. He sank back in his seat and decided to sulk. Why did Wataru have to call Kitayama? And in his text, he had not mentioned the other with a word. Not a stranger could hardly equalize Kitayama. There were a lot of people he knew.
He decided not to listen anymore and looked out of the window, trying his best to blend Kitayama’s voice out.
“How did he know I was with you?” He asked as soon as Kitayama had put his phone away.
“Apparently, you must have written in your text ‘that idiot’. I am going to try and take it with humour that it has become a synonym for my name in your vocabulary.”
He blushed, he was quite sure of that. He had never noticed. Wataru apparently had.
It was embarrassing, so he turned away and ignored the other.
“Stop sulking, we are there.”
Before he could answer, Kitayama was already out of the car.
“Hey!” Don’t leave me alone.
Thank god, he had only said the first word of this sentence out loud. He scurried after Kitayama and the other was nice enough to wait for him at the entrance of the hotel.
“Don’t ignore me and I won’t ignore you.”
Fujigaya huffed in return. Was the other set on teaching him some proper behaviour? If he was, he would make sure it back fired on him.
They headed to the lobby and he wondered how it would go. When he found out, he had to try hard to not make any gagging noises. Kitayama flirted blatantly with the receptionist to get rid of his room. He tried to busy himself with…good question with what. Staring at plants? People? Bad idea, people had the tendency to stare back.
He ignored the girl that had looked at him with recognition in her eyes and pulled his cap further into his face.
“Okay, let’s go. I already got your room for us.”
“She just gave you the room without asking for my information?” Flabbergasted, he looked at his smug band mate.
“I can’t help it. I am just one of the most awesome beings of the world.”
“Conceited bastard.”
“Aww, don’t be sad Taisuke. You are not bad yourself.”
Before he could retort, Kitayama slang an arm around his neck and dragged him towards the lifts. Inside, he looked sourly at him.
“To your information, in the lobby is sitting a girl that knows exactly who we are.”
“I guess my scandal is created.”
“I am not sure I am going to like the heading in the newspaper.”
“Fujigaya Taisuke dragged by Kitayama Hiromitsu into a hotel room.” The other tilted his head thoughtfully.
“Please no.”
“Fujigaya Taisuke and Kitayama Hiromitsu having a lovely vacation together in a shared hotel room.”
“Shut up.”
“The scandal: Two Kis-My-Ft2 members seen going on a romantic holiday together.”
“I said shut up.”
Kitayama leaned towards him and if he had been any taller it might have been intimidating.
“Taisuke and Hiro having three sensual nights with each other.” The words were a silent whisper against his ear and as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t suppress a shudder. “They were barely seen outside their hotel room. We can only imagine the hot and passionate sex they had those three days. Making the bed shake so much that their neighbours got suspicious.”
He was totally frozen to the spot as the door of the lift opened. Kitayama tugged him out of the lift and past a married couple as if he had not dirty-talked some seconds ago.
“Is he okay?” The woman asked worriedly.
“He has a fear of flying and is not over it yet, but I’ll take care of him. No need to worry.” Kitayama answered with a smile and as if to emphasize his point, wrapped his arm around his waist.
The older couple entered the lift while whispering how cute they were and he sent the other a death glare.
“Don’t look at me like that. What should I have said? Sorry, he is still out of it because I just whispered dirty things into his ear? Would you have preferred that?”
“I don’t have to answer that, do I?”
“Nah, its fine.” Kitayama still had his arm around his waist and pushed him towards their hotel room.
The second they were inside he threw his bag to the side, shook the other’s arm off and gathered speed to jump on the bed.
Bouncing on his knees, he giggled with glee. There was nothing better than a soft bed after the uncomfortable seats in the plane, Not that he had sat much, but who cared?
“Wow, it’s been long since I saw that side of you.” Kitayama leaned in the door frame and watched him with a gentle smile. He only went through the trouble to stick his tongue out at the other and let himself fall on his tummy. Contently, he closed his eyes.
He was already about to drift off as hands gently tugged his shoes off his feet.
“Opfff!”
“Hmm…”
“Kitayama you are damn heavy, get off me.” He tried to move but all of the other’s weight had dropped on top of him.
As reply the other only nuzzled his neck.
“Hey…”
“I am comfy.” Kitayama dead-panned.
He struggled a little just because he felt the need to do so and then let his eyes fall shut again. Kitayama cost him a lot of energy.
When he woke up, the sun was already low at the sky. Kitayama had rolled off him and pulled him in his arms. As much as he hated to admit it, it was incredibly comfortable. The other was still sound asleep.
Sighing, he looked at his face. What did he get himself into?
His phone beeped and he wriggled a little to get his hand into his pocket. Looking at it, he rolled his eyes. Wataru wouldn’t give him a peace of mind till he was back in Tokyo.
Just as a warning (even though I believe it is too late): When Kitayama has laid his hands on something or someone he doesn’t let go anymore.
He furrowed his brows and then looked at the hand lying on his hip. What he had read should probably worry and scare him more than it actually did. Shit, he was already so deep involved with the other?
It might be too late…
He bit his bottom lip and waited impatiently for his best friend’s reply.
At least you are in good hands then. He can’t screw around with your feelings and I am sure he won’t. He’s the best choice you’ve made in a while.
“Fuck you, Watta.” He grumbled unhappily. His taste in men was alright.
“Don’t you dare.”
He turned towards Kitayama when he heard his voice and the other slowly fluttered his eyes open.
“You are known for being possessive.” He showed the text Wataru had sent him with the warning.
Kitayama scrunched his eyes to read the text without his glasses and his still sleep filled eyes.
“I won’t force you to be with me.” He said then with a serious look in his eyes.
“So we are going to talk about it now?” He said and picked at Kitayama’s shirt to have something to do.
“I guess so.”
“Uhm…”
“Look, we slept with each other. Okay, things like that happen especially between people who work in the Jimusho, but don’t you think there is ‘something’.”
He thought about the other’s words carefully. Of course, there was something between them. He would even go as far as to say that they were strongly attracted to each other, but was he ready to admit to more?
It was Kitayama he was lying in bed with at the moment. They hadn’t talked for years, at least not properly, but at the same time relied on each other constantly.
“This could go so wrong, especially because neither of us can give in.” He said slowly and Kitayama nodded.
“That’s certainly true, but if we always only do things where we know everything is going to be alright…then…”
“We will soon do nothing at all anymore.” He finished the other’s sentence and swallowed.
Kitayama pulled him up a little and kissed him on the mouth.
Wrapping his arms around his neck, he deepened the kiss and pushed his tongue past the other’s full lips. Kitayama rolled them around and settled on top of him without breaking their kiss.
“Wait, I need some time.” He pulled out of the kiss and looked away.
“What do you mean with that? Do you need time because you are sore or do you need time to think whether you want to have a relationship with me?” The other didn’t say it in an annoyed voice and only looked at him seriously.
“I am sore and…I am not sure…I mean, how would it be if we dated? What would change? What would stay?”
Kitayama shrugged his shoulder.
“I never dated you so how should I know.”
“There is so much uncertainty.” It was almost a whisper because for once there was something he was scared off and that was not a plane. He was scared to get dependant on Kitayama only for the other to notice, he wasn’t the right one after all. He was scared to fall in love with Kitayama because they were an as impossible as possible combination and yes, he was hardly making any sense. He was scared because he knew that Kitayama was someone who could utterly hurt him as no one had ever been able to do before. And that only scared him more because he was starting to grasp what that meant.
“Hey Taisuke.” Kitayama moved his hand to his face and cradled his cheek in it. His thumb ran gently over his bottom lip.
“Tell me what you want.”
“What I want?” He asked surprised.
“Yeah and we will see if it is possible.”
He pushed the other off him and sat up. He needed to think with a clear head.
“I want…” Damn, it was difficult. He tried to think back to his past relationships and what he had hated.
“I don’t want to be cheated on.”
“Neither do I. I guess we are on the same page with this matter. It’s something I absolutely hate.”
“Okay then, if we have a fight, I want you to hear me out and not judge me. Misunderstandings can easily destroy relationships.”
The other bit his lip.
“I can get quite hot-headed, but I will keep your words in mind.”
He appreciated that the other was being honest and didn’t promise things he couldn’t keep easily.
Then there was something else. He wanted it, but it was embarrassing to phrase it. Unsure he looked at the other. Would Kitayama laugh in his face and call him a spoiled brat?
“Please tell me. We should be honest with each other, shouldn’t we?” The other had read him again like a book.
“I want to get pampered from time to time.” So maybe he was spoiled and was even known for it, if he wasn’t mistaken.
Kitayama’s lips tugged into a smile before he got serious again.
“A relationship is about giving and taking. You know that, don’t you?”
“I am giving myself to you. What else do you want?” He asked slightly irritated.
Kitayama’s eyes widened and only then he realized what exactly he had said just now.
“Forge…”
He didn’t get far since Kitayama tackled him to the bed and he soon had the other’s grinning face quite close to his own.
“I certainly won’t forget.”
“Forget it. I didn’t say it. You heard wrongly.”
“What did I hear wrongly?” The other asked with a broad grin.
“That I would….no, wait. I am not going to repeat it. You sneaky bastard.”
Kitayama’s chuckle vibrated against his neck since the other’s lips were again attached to it.
“Come on.” Suddenly, the older one jumped up and tugged him up by his arms.
“What?”
“If we hurry up we can watch the sunset.”
“You are such a sap.”
“I don’t want to hear that from a hopeless romantic like you.”
“I am not.” He said defiantly.
“Yes, you are and don’t even think of wasting your energy on proving me wrong. It’s a futile attempt. Let’s go.”
“Yeah, yeah…”
“Moreover, I am hungry as well.”
“Figured.”
“Believe me, I am much better in bed when I am not hungry.”
Fujigaya swatted the other on the head and sighed.
That might become the relationship with the most turbulences in his life. Didn’t he say he hated those? Nevertheless, he let Kitayama drag him along and tried to hide a smile as he thought about what was ahead of them.
This had not been on my to-do-list but I just had to write this...It was occupying my mind -.- Those boys...
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: The plot is mine...but not the boys *sob*
Beta: my beta got sick...it's only half way betaed
Pairing(s): Hirosuke
Rating: NC-17
Genre: good question...
Warnings: rating, do Kitafuji alone count as a warning?
Summary: Taisuke hates turbulences, but they can certainly change ones life.
Author Notes: That is what happens when a person flying for the first time has to distract herself...and has 12 hours time. She plots something like this XD The fic is written in Fujigaya's point of view...so he is almost always 'he'. Sorry, about that...my style suddenly changed and I will try to get back to my old one where I make clearer who is talking. Please, bear with me. I am working on it.
Up in the Air!
Fujigaya hated to fly to begin with and now, he couldn't even get the seat at the window. That pissed him off greatly. Grumbling, he stuffed his little bag in the overhead compartment over his seat. The seat next to his was already occupied, but he didn’t spare the person a glance. All he wanted to do was to sulk and pity himself. Okay yes, he was on the way to Okinawa for his well deserved holiday, but that didn’t change the fact that he was in one of these monstrous planes that could drop off the sky any minute and now he couldn’t even watch when it happened because he wasn’t sitting at the window. Life was mean like that.
The time dragged on and on and on. Nervously, he tapped his fingers against his arm rest. It was really the worst about flying. The time when you had to wait for the plane to go off. He wanted it to be over with. All of it.
Then he could rent a board and go surfing, day and night for three days, then he had to get his ass back to work. All seven of them had gotten a break. It had come quite sudden, but he was not complaining. He needed a break. Yokoo had told him to better rest well and not surf all the time. It would be tough following his advice. Kitayama had gone over to calling him Panda-san, which annoyed him greatly. There was no need to point out the dark circles under his eyes, he was aware of them himself, thank you very much. Tamamori had wanted to go with him, but had to go to the birthday party of one of his aunts. Miyata had almost gotten a kiss when he had proposed to accompany him. To Miyata’s disappointment, Tamamori had caught himself in the last minute. They all pitied him greatly. Nikasen ,to call them separately by their names would go against nature, had told him to come back in time and not party all day and had then disappeared in their own bubble again.
He would bet his salary that they were a couple.
Fujigaya closed his eyes and sunk back in his seat; he could feel the plane rolling. Soon it would go up in the air. How he dreaded these three hours till he would reach his destination. Only then did he notice that the medicine that was supposed to calm down his stomach was in his bag over his head and he had to stay buckled up. The plane would go off in a few seconds. How could he have been so damn stupid? He should have pushed it under the seat in front of him. Then he would have been able to reach it without a problem. Idiot, he scolded himself. He groaned. The bubble gum in his mouth would have to do. Immediately, he chewed it furiously.
He pressed even more in his seat as the plane got faster. Not that he was very believing, but it was surprising how desperately people prayed in extreme situations, and yes, this counted as extreme situation.
He got interrupted in his inner panic as fingers loosened the desperate clutch he had on the one armrest and intertwined his fingers with five others. Dumbstruck, he stared at the seat in front of his as a thumb drew comforting circles on the back of his hand.
He was not going to look who dared to take his hand. That stranger could catch hell, if it was a pervert, for doing so after he got comforted.
After some minutes he reconsidered, it would be mean to scold someone who had already gotten his/her fingers squished. Maybe a “nice” reminder to not touch strangers would do?
He had the words on his tongues as the plane didn’t seem to get any higher and he turned towards his neighbour. His mouth fell open though as he looked into familiar brown eyes.
“You?!”
“And here I thought you were trying to smash my fingers on propose.” Kitayama said mildly and Fujigaya was sure his ears were flaming red, one of the reasons why he preferred long hair. Kitayama caught him being not his usual cool self. The idiot laughed as he pulled their hands apart to tug his hair over his ears. Damn, he hated that it was so short at the moment. It better grew fast.
Annoyed at Kitayama and even more annoyed at himself, Fujigaya turned away from the other. Oh, how he hated flying!
“Maybe we should communicate more with each other after all.” Kitayama said after some minutes and he went through the trouble to glare at him.
“Why?” Fujigaya pressed out and it wasn’t even because Kitayama was annoying him. At the moment, he was rather thankful for the distraction. Oh, how he hated turbulences.
“Because then we would probably not have chosen the same holiday destination.” Kitayama didn’t give a sign whether he had heard how unfriendly he sounded or not.
“You mean, we should communicate more so that we can avoid each other better?”
“Now that you are saying it like this, it does sound rather twisted, doesn’t it?” The other said thoughtfully and then shrugged his shoulders.
“Do you think we will see each other at the beach?”
“It might be inevitable.”
Fujigaya grumbled a little because of Kitayama’s response and hoped he could annoy him enough to draw another reaction. Kitayama better distracted him or he would be a nervous wreck in no time.
The other was already opening his mouth when the stewardess gave them something to drink and a small snack that consisted of a sandwich. Without having to think twice he pushed his sandwich towards Kitayama. Throwing up in the toilet of a plane, was not an experience he desperately wanted to make. His stomach was troubled enough.
“You know, if you hate flying so much, why didn’t you choose a place you could reach by train or car?” Kitayama said calmly as he accepted his sandwich and opened the first one to eat it. Should it annoy Fujigaya that the other didn’t even need to ask to know exactly what was going on with him?
“I love to surf.” He answered defiantly.
“So do I.” Then Kitayama was silent and chewed bit after bit. How the other could eat in such a height was a mystery to him.
To distract himself he decided to think about something else, which only leaded him to think that if Kitayama gained too much weight because of the sandwiches, maybe the plane would drop? Yes, a person could have unreasonable thoughts like that, not that it really helped to calm him down.
Maybe he should steal the sandwich back just in case? Though, as he came to the conclusion that it was worth a try, Kitayama stuffed the last bit in his mouth. Never underestimate a hungry Kitayama Hiromitsu.
“What?” The other asked after swallowing.
“Are you feeling heavy?” Damn, he was really out of character miles above the ground.
“You are being weird.”
Fujigaya would have loved to tell Kitayama to stop reading his mind, but the smug bastard would only have smirked.
“Oh shut up.”
“Be nice, Taipi, you don’t want to make people think you are mean~”
He growled. Kitayama knew this was a wound point.
Turning away from him, he glared at an undefined point in the other direction. Only to immediately look away again, since he had apparently glared at a stewardess who had looked quite horrified. Nice way to prove Kitayama’s point. It was always Kitayama’s fault when he scared off people.
“Don’t laugh.” He grumbled and closed his eyes.
“Today is not your day, but therefore maybe tomorrow.” A hand patted his knee and then there was silence. He hated it when Kitayama stopped abruptly to bully him and said something nice like just now. Then he always looked like the bad guy and felt like one as well.
He mulled that over in his mind for a few minutes till he opened his eyes to look at the other. Not that it was a surprise at all, but he would have wished Kitayama was awake. Now it was no use that on the plane was someone he knew, if that someone was dead asleep.
Needing something else to do, Fujigaya decided to get up and go to the toilet. Not that he wanted to walk around in this ‘thing’, but he just needed something to do.
When he came back, he shook a sleeping Kitayama without mercy. He had an idea how to get this flight over faster and for that he needed the other.
“What….uwahhhhhh.” The other yawned and Fujigaya crawled back on his seat to tug at the other’s seatbelt and opened it.
“Huh?” Kitayama got only more confused as his sleep-muddled brain tried to catch up. Fujigaya didn’t give him any time though and dragged him to the toilet.
The other seemed to wake up though, when he found himself with him in a pretty small room.
“The hell?”
“Nope, the toilet.”
“Jokester, what are we doing here?”
He grinned and Kitayama lifted a questioning eyebrow.
“I need something to do.”
“I am not going to help you pee.”
“Really? Now I am disappointed.” He said sarcastically and rolled his eyes.
“Spill it, before I label you as retard and return to my seat and sleep.”
Since saying it was too embarrassing for him, he preferred to instead open Kitayama’s pants and pull it down a little to give the other a clue.
“I am starting to have an idea, but I hope you are kidding because that is just impossible.” The other said it slowly while trying to pierce him with his eyes.
“Who said it is impossible?”
“God, Fujigaya!”
“We haven’t even started.” It was an old joke, he knew, but he just couldn’t resist.
He got whacked for that comment.
“Let me out of here.”
”No.” He tried to keep the whine out of his voice and was glad when it worked. Wrapping his arms around the other’s neck, he made sure he went nowhere.
“Seriously?”
”You top.”
That seemed to make Kitayama reconsider. Maybe the other had thought it was only about blowjobs or that he should bottom for him.
The older one looked thoughtfully at him.
“I still don’t see how that is supposed to work.”
“You called me bendable and flexible before.” He winked and then started to work on his pants.
“This is crazy.”
“What? You never wanted to find out if an orgasm in 10.000 meters height is awesome?”
“Sometimes I wonder what’s wrong with your brain.”
“Don’t complain and rather help.”
For once, Kitayama followed his words and helped him to take off his pants and then underwear. He placed it on the toilet lid after closing it , which he thought was a rather good idea and after he had taken out the condom.
“Okay and now…”
He helped Kitayama to find out what came next, through pushing his pants and underwear as far down as he deemed necessary. Placing his hands on Kitayama’s shoulders, he tried to hop on the washbasin, which was rather uncomfortable, but would have to do. Maybe he could rather cling to Kitayama than sit on it, as much as it sounded unacceptable for him.
“Wait.” The other suddenly said.
“What now?” He had gotten them already so far and he was actually a little curious to find out how the other was in bed or rather in their situation, no, he wouldn’t think it.
“We don’t have any lube. I can’t fuck you without lube.”
“Sure you can, we are in a bathroom, retard.” He pointed at the soap dispenser and ignored the suspicious look he received for that.
Opening the condom, he rolled it onto himself and then spread his legs wider. Not that Kitayama wasn’t already between them because of lack of space, but it was more comfortable.
“I thought I was going to top you.”
“Yeah.” He furrowed his brows. Kitayama was stating the obvious.
“Why are you the one wearing the condom then?”
He rolled his eyes.
“Do you think we can make a mess here?”
“Yeah well, no, but…”
”See, moreover I know you don’t have any diseases.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Miyata told me you got yourself tested.” He stuck out his tongue triumphantly.
“Stalker…creeper…”
“Look who is talking. Who told me last week that if I didn’t hurry, I would miss the birthday party of my mother?”
“It’s not my fault I know everything about you.”
”Neither is it mine.”
“Fuck you.”
“That was the point some seconds ago.”
Exasperated, Kitayama moved his hand through his hair.
Realising that they were getting nowhere, Fujigaya took Kitayama’s hand and put a generous amount of soap on it before guiding it between his legs.
That seemed to get Kitayama back to action and he moved his other hand under his thigh and lifted it while moving closer so that Fujigaya was caught between Kitayama and the washbasin.
Trying to lift his thighs as far as possible, he felt like a living, squished pretzel as he waited for Kitayama’s finger to enter him.
“We have to be done before the plane starts to land.” He reminded the other and Kitayama nodded, but didn’t say anything.
The other’s touches were careful and it wasn’t that hard to relax as he breached him.
“You are used to this.” Kitayama moved even closer and he could feel his breath at his ear.
“I am.” There was no need to tell the other that he had only experimented a little himself so far with no one else involved. In the worst case, it would make Kitayama stop.
The other hummed as response and steadily prepared him, pushing in one finger after the other and stretching him slowly. He breathed in sharply when the fourth finger entered him. So far he had not dared to push in more than three.
Suddenly, there were lips at his jaw and he actually liked it. Kitayama seemed to like it as well and kissed along his jawline and then searched with his lips his. When their lips met, they involuntary halted.
It was strange to kiss the guy he always fought and bickered with and find out that it actually felt pretty good.
Kitayama pulled back and looked at him. Fujigaya's eyes wandered to the other’s lips and couldn’t help but think that this shouldn’t feel that intimate considering what they were here for.
“We are in the toilet of a plane.” That sentence from him kind of broke the magic and Kitayama prepared him further. Fujigaya shuddered, not because of the touch of the other but because of the look Kitayama had given him some seconds ago.
No one had looked at him like that before and he everything but wanted to find out what exactly that meant, because than he had to face it and neither of them wanted and was ready for that.
“Ready?” Kitayama asked without looking directly into his eyes. So, the other had noticed as well.
“Yeah.” He wanted to shrug his shoulders, but that would mean to move a lot, so he only nodded.
“Okay…” Kitayama moved and pushed him slightly to somehow get them in a stable position.
Knowing he would regret it later on because it would give them complicated feelings, he wrapped his arms around the other’s neck so that he could hold on.
The other nodded and tightened his arms around him as well and only then, Fujigaya noticed that Kitayama had not dared to hold him tighter. They were so damn complicated.
The other balanced him and suddenly he felt ‘it’. He was not scared, because he was scared of flying not sex. Kitayama was close enough though that he had an excuse to bury his face in his hair.
He gasped as the other slowly eased his way inside him. It burned and wasn’t all that nice, but strangely he was okay with it. Kitayama stilled and shuddered and he realized that maybe it was him who had the upper hand. Experimentally, he tried to tense his body and the reaction of the other was immediate. Kitayama was suddenly even closer if that was even possible, trying to melt into him. He was getting pushed against the washbasin though so he carefully and slowly, as to not bump his knees, wrapped his legs around the other’s hip and got that way away from the tap. Kitayama seemed to understand and pulled him closer by his butt. When the other went even deeper into him he bit his lips. No one had touched him there ever before…
Now almost all of his weight was on Kitayama, but he doubted the other would drop him. He just wouldn’t. Through all this, he had not even noticed that he was now used to having Kitayama inside him. He felt it with every cell of his body and shuddered. The other seemed to see it as some sign of okay, as he started to move slowly.
The pace was maddening as the older one pushed slowly into him, but he knew they would hardly get any faster. Kitayama had to lift all of his weight to make them move and as much as he tried to help, moving alone was a feat…not that the shaking of the plane helped any to keep them stable. It felt good nevertheless and he hummed contently as he felt sparks of pleasure.
For it to not turn awkward, he searched for the other’s lips and locked them with his. He moaned surprised when the sparks of pleasure turned into a fire, burning him from the inside and making it impossible to stay still.
Kitayama gave him a warning noise because he was apparently moving too much and he tried to keep still through clinging to the other even more. He remembered how he had reacted when he had tensed so he tried doing it again. He liked it when Kitayama shuddered with pleasure only because of something he did.
Therefore, he tried to tighten around the other that much that he had trouble to pull out of him.
It seemed to make Kitayama a little bit more desperate since he pulled him down on himself harder and was sure to hit that one certain spot that made him burn. He clawed at his clothes and shoved his tongue into his mouth.
The other answered as good as he could to his kiss. It was rather clumsy and Kitayama’s teeth accidentally scratched his bottom lip. He moaned and rocked as hard back as it was possible for him.
“Touch yourself.” The other panted and he shook his head.
“No, I don’t want to let go.”
That made Kitayama loose his rhythm and their eyes met for a split second. Now he wondered what the hell he had been saying.
The other furrowed his brows and in the next second he felt the washbasin again. One hand let carefully go of him while the other one tightened its grip. He shuddered when Kitayama wrapped his now free hand around his throbbing cock. The older one thumbed his slit and Fujigaya pulled at his shirt while he tried to bit back a moan because suddenly he wondered how thin these walls were…though he had given them already away then. Kitayama was much quieter than him, only making soft moans and sighs that made his skin tingle and then there were of course those eyes. Kitayama’s eyes were burning and since they were clear and not muddled by sleep, very intense. The other broke eye contact though when he clamped down on him and instead placed his head on his shoulder.
“So damn tight…too tight.”
He took it as a compliment and if he had not been so close to orgasm, he would have smiled. Instead he tried to drag Kitayama with him over the edge. The other’s hand worked swiftly on his member and he wondered if it would be possible to milk the orgasm out of him.
Well, whatever, he could try.
He wondered a little if he could get sore muscles in his butt if he used them that much, but then again, he would be sore anyway so he would never know.
To his surprise, Kitayama seemed to have been closer than he had thought. It gave him a rush that he had accomplished to make the other come without moving much and he easily came into the condom as well.
They panted in sync as they came down and he deemed it acceptable for now to let Kitayama lean on him like a dead weight and push him further against the washbasin. Later he would deny that this was kind of a special moment, but for now he ignored the reflex to snap at the other. They could bicker later.
“I can’t believe what we did just now.” He barely heard the whisper against his neck.
“I can’t believe that we actually managed.” Now would probably be the moment to let go of Kitayama, but…
“Well that’s another point.” The other started to move and he winced slightly as he pulled out of him. He was sore, more than he thought he would be, but it could probably have been worse considering where they were.
Kitayama let his hand glide to his waist and slowly pulled him back down on the ground.
They stood unsure opposite each other and it got slightly awkward.
Since he always hated it, when there was a rush after sex and made it seem like nothing important, he kissed the other on the lips one last time and then pulled back to get dressed. If he got anymore cutesy with Kitayama, he would have a lot of snapping to do to make up for it…or something like that.
“Maybe you should leave first.” It was tough to move and he still wanted to clean himself up a little. By now, he could feel the other’s semen drip out of his hole and down his thighs. He wanted to get rid of it, since he felt claimed.
“I am getting kicked out after sex? Great,” Kitayama said it ironically, but he couldn’t help but think that the other wasn’t joking as much as he wanted to.
“I need to get myself dressed and cleaned up. It’s just too cramped with the two of us inside. We can talk later on our seats.” He swallowed. Before this had happened he would have told Kitayama that he didn’t care and that he shouldn’t annoy him. Being nice to the other was damn scary.
The look in the other’s eyes softened considerably.
“So, you are okay talking with me?” The corners of Kitayama’s mouth twitched slightly upwards and before he knew it, a hand pulled him closer by the nape and he got kissed again. It was a confusing kiss. Neither exactly passionate nor gentle…just Kitayama.
Before he could snap out of it, the other had pulled back, put his pants on properly and left him alone in the little room. Immediately, he locked the door again and leaned against it. Sliding down on it, he shook his head in disbelieve.
After he had made sure, that he had cleaned himself up properly and washed every body part that had come in contact with anything in this room, he moved from one food to the other till the plane suddenly dropped a little and he just wanted to go back to his seat. Well, there was no helping it. He would have to face the other anyway.
He tumbled on his seat and Kitayama tried to hide an amused smile.
“Don’t laugh.” He muttered.
“I am trying not to.”
“Ass…”
“Shouldn’t it be rather dick for me?” The other said tauntingly into his ear so no one else heard.
“Watch your mouth.” He growled and glared at Kitayama for good measure.
“And here I had already worried, we would get awkward with each other now. Thank God, we always find something to bicker about.” Kitayama said and pushed a stray strand behind his ear, positively throwing him off and shutting his mouth.
They still bickered, but something between them had changed. Now, he had to decided whether that was good or not.
The other tilted his head slightly as he didn’t say anything.
“What is going on in your mind Fujigaya?”
“Not reading my mind this time? I am shocked.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I have a suspicion, but since you are in the mood to talk with me, I figured I could make sure for once.”
He furrowed his brows. Kitayama made it sound like it was his fault that they never talked.
“Why should I approach someone who doesn’t even look at me?” The other answered his thoughts.
“Creeper.”
He could see the delight in Kitayama’s eyes at being right.
“But back to your earlier thoughts, of course something changed between us.”
“Absolute creeper.”
“I know you longer than barely anyone else. We work with each other constantly. Where does that leave us, huh?”
“That leaves me shocked and you as a creeper.”
“Oh Fujigaya!” Kitayama sighed exasperate and somehow he sensed that the other was about to pull back again. In other words, they would go back to normal. It was his fault that they were the way they were. Probably. Did he want them to treat each other like before again?
Pushing up the armrest between them, he leaned against the other and closed his eyes. Kitayama moved slightly and he knew he was surprised. Maybe he was a creeper himself?
“My butt is sore. I need to sit differently.” Not that he was going to admit to maybe keep that change in their relationship ever.
“Soap is no real lubrication.”
“Good enough.” He mumbled. There was something about Kitayama that made him incredible sleepy even though he knew the plane had to land soon. He somehow had even forgotten that he was sitting in an object that could fall down 100.000 metres and kill them all. Kitayama was utterly familiar, familiarity meant safety, safety meant…and he hated the way those thoughts of his were going.
There was suddenly a hand in his hair, letting his short strands run through warm fingers.
“Do you already know that we chose the same hotel?” The other said lowly as to not disturb him.
“How do you know?”
“I looked into the documents in your bag.”
He jerked but Kitayama pushed him back down on his shoulder.
“You really have no qualms, do you? That’s my personal stuff and you are even telling me about it.”
“It just suddenly hit me that you might have picked the hotel as well that was close to the beach, had a spa area and nice suites. You took your time in the toilet and I was bored.”
“I like spas.” He grumbled, because he knew Kitayama was someone who didn’t say no to a massage either.
“That’s what I figured.”
“Hmm…” If they had communicated, they even could have saved some money and shared a room. Not that he didn’t have enough, but he was used to sharing rooms on tour and they would probably be surfing all day long anyway.
“I can still cancel my room. I bet you even managed to grab one of the gorgeous suites. I didn’t.”
”Has anyone ever told you that it can freak people out if you constantly read their mind?” Seriously, it was giving him the shivers. Kitayama couldn’t even see his face and knew anyway.
“No, it’s not like I can read the mind of anyone else.” The other said as if it was no big deal.
“Just great.”
“Should I cancel or not?”
“You pay half of the room then.”
“Sure.”
He hummed as reply and his eyes dropped close again.
It felt only like seconds when he felt some movement and he slowly blinked his eyes open. Kitayama was fastening his seatbelt and he couldn’t believe he didn’t put it on when he came back.
“We are landing.” Kitayama told him.
Groaning, he buried his nose in the other’s shirt. Hopefully, the landing wouldn’t be as jerky as the last one he experienced.
“Soon it’s over and come on, you can’t say you weren’t distracted.”
“That was the point to begin with.”
”Ouch, and here I had thought you had suddenly discovered my undeniable hotness.”
He smiled slightly. Now it was obvious to him that Kitayama was trying to quarrel with him to calm down his nerves.
“Thanks, you know…because…yeah.”
The other under him froze. He pulled away to look at him and discovered he had shocked Kitayama so much that he was gaping at him.
“It’s not a compliment that you are that shocked.”
“Uhm…” The information still seemed to register in Kitayama’s brain.
“Excuse me.” They got interrupted by a stewardess that told them to sit down properly in their seats and stay seated since the plane was about to land.
He didn’t like that one bit.
Trying to not show too much on his face how unhappy he was, he moved away from Kitayama, put the armrest back in place and made sure the seatbelt was secured tightly.
“Here.” The other gave him a bubble gum for pressure balance and before he could clutch the armrest again, intertwined their fingers. Kitayama looked out of the window so he looked in the other direction as well. They could always pretend.
“Hopefully, the stewardess doesn’t know who we are.” He mumbled to himself, okay, maybe rather to Kitayama.
“…and all the other people that know we were in the toilet together.”
He cringed.
“We can always deny everything as long as there is no evidence. Remember cell phones are not allowed to be switched on in planes.” Kitayama tried to reassure him.
“Cameras are allowed.”
“Well, Johnny allowed me a scandal for this month. Not that I think that there will be any. That’s the great thing about business class. Just as the name says, only business men that don’t care about us anyway.”
“Johnny allowed you a scandal? How unfair.”
“Well, I am not that keen to create one and I have the feeling he expects one from me now. Such a pain.”
“Did he say what kind of scandal?” He asked as he tightened his grip on Kitayama’s hand slightly. Landing was really not something he enjoyed.
“What? Interested in helping me?” The other smirked at him.
“Well…”
“Let’s get caught going into the same hotel then.”
“That sounds so wrong.” He could already imagine the feast the reporters were going to have about them being seen together.
“No one will know what we really do behind locked doors.”
The tone of voice Kitayama used made him shiver.
“Pervert…”
”There are other things you can ride than waves.”
He blinked. Did the other mean what he thought he meant? A look in his direction confirmed his suspicion. Kitayama glanced at him deviously.
“Are you now showing your true colours?”
“May I remind you that it was you who seduced me and not the other way around?”
“I was desperate.”
The other clicked his tongue.
“Try to deny it as much as you want, but that was not a simple fling we had.”
He looked away. He knew that himself. It had been much too slow, careful and sensual for that.
“We will have to talk about it.” The other’s voice was suddenly serious.
“Not now.”
“Maybe, but later we have to…Taisuke.”
He shuddered. With Kitayama everything was complicated, their feelings, their actions, their talking and their characters were probably complicated anyway.
“Okay…”
“Good and may I remind you that there is no use trying to run away from me?”
“Because we share a room now?”
“Well, there is of course that and that we most probably have booked the same flight back, are in the same band, are always thrown together and are basically partners. Either way you look at it. It would be a futile attempt.”
“Keep saying such stuff and I’ll get paranoid.”
At that Kitayama, only laughed and held his hand. Of course he knew very well himself that Kitayama was always by his side.
The other flexed his fingers after he had released his death grip, with other words, after the plane had landed.
“Are you okay?”
“My butt is sore.”
“That’s not what I meant, but well, you can get a rest now.” Kitayama tried to hide a smile as he pushed him up so that he could get out of his seat as well.
“I want to try out the hotel bed!”
“Uhm…”
“Pervert, you are not going to help!”
“How mean!”
It was weird. There was suddenly more between them, Kitayama had made that quite clear, but strangely nothing really had changed. That should probably worry him.
The check out took some time, but when they finally were about to pick up their luggage, he took out his phone and wrote Wataru a message. The other would be horrified, but it wouldn’t hurt to tease him a little.
Hey Watta,
I landed safely on the ground...and my butt lost its virginity. There is nothing you can do anymore ;)
Satisfied, he hit send. It was his revenge for all the nagging. The other was such a mother hen when it was about delicate matters like that. If it wasn’t for Yokoo, he would have lost it years ago. It had annoyed him greatly the past month, because it was his choice to make.
The reply was immediate.
You what? In the plane? Are you crazy? Didn’t I always tell you to not do it with a stranger, but with someone who cares? I am coming over immediately!
He sighed. The other was so predictable.
Who said it was a stranger? Stay where you are. I am okay. That idiot will take care of me.
After sending the text, he furrowed his brows. Kitayama would take care of him? Well, whatever made Wataru sleep at night.
“Who are you texting with? If I had not recognized your bag, it would have taken another round on the baggage claim.”
“Oh thanks.” He took his bag from Kitayama and put his phone away. “It was Wataru.”
”You two really can’t be without each other long.”
”Jealous?” He asked with a smug grin. It faltered though when Kitayama only looked back at him.
“Let’s…let’s go.” Grabbing the older one, he dragged him towards the exit. Oh damn, this was more complicated then he had thought it would be.
They called a cab and got inside. His phone beeped again and after he stole a quick glance at the other, he pulled it out.
Kitayama? You are with Kitayama?”
“Huh? How does he know…?” He mumbled surprised to himself.
“Hm?” Kitayama looked towards him but before he could ask, his phone started to ring.
“Moshi-moshi…Wataru?...Eh, he told you?....I don’t know whether I should be amused or not…seriously, is that a question I have to answer?...Well, uhm…okay, okay, I can reassure you…take a breath.”
The other looked at him and Fujigaya was not all that sure that he wanted to know what they were talking about. Who they were talking about was quite obvious to him. He sank back in his seat and decided to sulk. Why did Wataru have to call Kitayama? And in his text, he had not mentioned the other with a word. Not a stranger could hardly equalize Kitayama. There were a lot of people he knew.
He decided not to listen anymore and looked out of the window, trying his best to blend Kitayama’s voice out.
“How did he know I was with you?” He asked as soon as Kitayama had put his phone away.
“Apparently, you must have written in your text ‘that idiot’. I am going to try and take it with humour that it has become a synonym for my name in your vocabulary.”
He blushed, he was quite sure of that. He had never noticed. Wataru apparently had.
It was embarrassing, so he turned away and ignored the other.
“Stop sulking, we are there.”
Before he could answer, Kitayama was already out of the car.
“Hey!” Don’t leave me alone.
Thank god, he had only said the first word of this sentence out loud. He scurried after Kitayama and the other was nice enough to wait for him at the entrance of the hotel.
“Don’t ignore me and I won’t ignore you.”
Fujigaya huffed in return. Was the other set on teaching him some proper behaviour? If he was, he would make sure it back fired on him.
They headed to the lobby and he wondered how it would go. When he found out, he had to try hard to not make any gagging noises. Kitayama flirted blatantly with the receptionist to get rid of his room. He tried to busy himself with…good question with what. Staring at plants? People? Bad idea, people had the tendency to stare back.
He ignored the girl that had looked at him with recognition in her eyes and pulled his cap further into his face.
“Okay, let’s go. I already got your room for us.”
“She just gave you the room without asking for my information?” Flabbergasted, he looked at his smug band mate.
“I can’t help it. I am just one of the most awesome beings of the world.”
“Conceited bastard.”
“Aww, don’t be sad Taisuke. You are not bad yourself.”
Before he could retort, Kitayama slang an arm around his neck and dragged him towards the lifts. Inside, he looked sourly at him.
“To your information, in the lobby is sitting a girl that knows exactly who we are.”
“I guess my scandal is created.”
“I am not sure I am going to like the heading in the newspaper.”
“Fujigaya Taisuke dragged by Kitayama Hiromitsu into a hotel room.” The other tilted his head thoughtfully.
“Please no.”
“Fujigaya Taisuke and Kitayama Hiromitsu having a lovely vacation together in a shared hotel room.”
“Shut up.”
“The scandal: Two Kis-My-Ft2 members seen going on a romantic holiday together.”
“I said shut up.”
Kitayama leaned towards him and if he had been any taller it might have been intimidating.
“Taisuke and Hiro having three sensual nights with each other.” The words were a silent whisper against his ear and as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t suppress a shudder. “They were barely seen outside their hotel room. We can only imagine the hot and passionate sex they had those three days. Making the bed shake so much that their neighbours got suspicious.”
He was totally frozen to the spot as the door of the lift opened. Kitayama tugged him out of the lift and past a married couple as if he had not dirty-talked some seconds ago.
“Is he okay?” The woman asked worriedly.
“He has a fear of flying and is not over it yet, but I’ll take care of him. No need to worry.” Kitayama answered with a smile and as if to emphasize his point, wrapped his arm around his waist.
The older couple entered the lift while whispering how cute they were and he sent the other a death glare.
“Don’t look at me like that. What should I have said? Sorry, he is still out of it because I just whispered dirty things into his ear? Would you have preferred that?”
“I don’t have to answer that, do I?”
“Nah, its fine.” Kitayama still had his arm around his waist and pushed him towards their hotel room.
The second they were inside he threw his bag to the side, shook the other’s arm off and gathered speed to jump on the bed.
Bouncing on his knees, he giggled with glee. There was nothing better than a soft bed after the uncomfortable seats in the plane, Not that he had sat much, but who cared?
“Wow, it’s been long since I saw that side of you.” Kitayama leaned in the door frame and watched him with a gentle smile. He only went through the trouble to stick his tongue out at the other and let himself fall on his tummy. Contently, he closed his eyes.
He was already about to drift off as hands gently tugged his shoes off his feet.
“Opfff!”
“Hmm…”
“Kitayama you are damn heavy, get off me.” He tried to move but all of the other’s weight had dropped on top of him.
As reply the other only nuzzled his neck.
“Hey…”
“I am comfy.” Kitayama dead-panned.
He struggled a little just because he felt the need to do so and then let his eyes fall shut again. Kitayama cost him a lot of energy.
When he woke up, the sun was already low at the sky. Kitayama had rolled off him and pulled him in his arms. As much as he hated to admit it, it was incredibly comfortable. The other was still sound asleep.
Sighing, he looked at his face. What did he get himself into?
His phone beeped and he wriggled a little to get his hand into his pocket. Looking at it, he rolled his eyes. Wataru wouldn’t give him a peace of mind till he was back in Tokyo.
Just as a warning (even though I believe it is too late): When Kitayama has laid his hands on something or someone he doesn’t let go anymore.
He furrowed his brows and then looked at the hand lying on his hip. What he had read should probably worry and scare him more than it actually did. Shit, he was already so deep involved with the other?
It might be too late…
He bit his bottom lip and waited impatiently for his best friend’s reply.
At least you are in good hands then. He can’t screw around with your feelings and I am sure he won’t. He’s the best choice you’ve made in a while.
“Fuck you, Watta.” He grumbled unhappily. His taste in men was alright.
“Don’t you dare.”
He turned towards Kitayama when he heard his voice and the other slowly fluttered his eyes open.
“You are known for being possessive.” He showed the text Wataru had sent him with the warning.
Kitayama scrunched his eyes to read the text without his glasses and his still sleep filled eyes.
“I won’t force you to be with me.” He said then with a serious look in his eyes.
“So we are going to talk about it now?” He said and picked at Kitayama’s shirt to have something to do.
“I guess so.”
“Uhm…”
“Look, we slept with each other. Okay, things like that happen especially between people who work in the Jimusho, but don’t you think there is ‘something’.”
He thought about the other’s words carefully. Of course, there was something between them. He would even go as far as to say that they were strongly attracted to each other, but was he ready to admit to more?
It was Kitayama he was lying in bed with at the moment. They hadn’t talked for years, at least not properly, but at the same time relied on each other constantly.
“This could go so wrong, especially because neither of us can give in.” He said slowly and Kitayama nodded.
“That’s certainly true, but if we always only do things where we know everything is going to be alright…then…”
“We will soon do nothing at all anymore.” He finished the other’s sentence and swallowed.
Kitayama pulled him up a little and kissed him on the mouth.
Wrapping his arms around his neck, he deepened the kiss and pushed his tongue past the other’s full lips. Kitayama rolled them around and settled on top of him without breaking their kiss.
“Wait, I need some time.” He pulled out of the kiss and looked away.
“What do you mean with that? Do you need time because you are sore or do you need time to think whether you want to have a relationship with me?” The other didn’t say it in an annoyed voice and only looked at him seriously.
“I am sore and…I am not sure…I mean, how would it be if we dated? What would change? What would stay?”
Kitayama shrugged his shoulder.
“I never dated you so how should I know.”
“There is so much uncertainty.” It was almost a whisper because for once there was something he was scared off and that was not a plane. He was scared to get dependant on Kitayama only for the other to notice, he wasn’t the right one after all. He was scared to fall in love with Kitayama because they were an as impossible as possible combination and yes, he was hardly making any sense. He was scared because he knew that Kitayama was someone who could utterly hurt him as no one had ever been able to do before. And that only scared him more because he was starting to grasp what that meant.
“Hey Taisuke.” Kitayama moved his hand to his face and cradled his cheek in it. His thumb ran gently over his bottom lip.
“Tell me what you want.”
“What I want?” He asked surprised.
“Yeah and we will see if it is possible.”
He pushed the other off him and sat up. He needed to think with a clear head.
“I want…” Damn, it was difficult. He tried to think back to his past relationships and what he had hated.
“I don’t want to be cheated on.”
“Neither do I. I guess we are on the same page with this matter. It’s something I absolutely hate.”
“Okay then, if we have a fight, I want you to hear me out and not judge me. Misunderstandings can easily destroy relationships.”
The other bit his lip.
“I can get quite hot-headed, but I will keep your words in mind.”
He appreciated that the other was being honest and didn’t promise things he couldn’t keep easily.
Then there was something else. He wanted it, but it was embarrassing to phrase it. Unsure he looked at the other. Would Kitayama laugh in his face and call him a spoiled brat?
“Please tell me. We should be honest with each other, shouldn’t we?” The other had read him again like a book.
“I want to get pampered from time to time.” So maybe he was spoiled and was even known for it, if he wasn’t mistaken.
Kitayama’s lips tugged into a smile before he got serious again.
“A relationship is about giving and taking. You know that, don’t you?”
“I am giving myself to you. What else do you want?” He asked slightly irritated.
Kitayama’s eyes widened and only then he realized what exactly he had said just now.
“Forge…”
He didn’t get far since Kitayama tackled him to the bed and he soon had the other’s grinning face quite close to his own.
“I certainly won’t forget.”
“Forget it. I didn’t say it. You heard wrongly.”
“What did I hear wrongly?” The other asked with a broad grin.
“That I would….no, wait. I am not going to repeat it. You sneaky bastard.”
Kitayama’s chuckle vibrated against his neck since the other’s lips were again attached to it.
“Come on.” Suddenly, the older one jumped up and tugged him up by his arms.
“What?”
“If we hurry up we can watch the sunset.”
“You are such a sap.”
“I don’t want to hear that from a hopeless romantic like you.”
“I am not.” He said defiantly.
“Yes, you are and don’t even think of wasting your energy on proving me wrong. It’s a futile attempt. Let’s go.”
“Yeah, yeah…”
“Moreover, I am hungry as well.”
“Figured.”
“Believe me, I am much better in bed when I am not hungry.”
Fujigaya swatted the other on the head and sighed.
That might become the relationship with the most turbulences in his life. Didn’t he say he hated those? Nevertheless, he let Kitayama drag him along and tried to hide a smile as he thought about what was ahead of them.
This had not been on my to-do-list but I just had to write this...It was occupying my mind -.- Those boys...