Short-fics
Hey, since I haven't posted anything in a while, I'll post some KitaFuji short-fics I have been writing while pondering my more serious writing projects. I'll post something proper soon <3
They can all stand alone and don't really continue each other, but one big title could be: Why KitaFuji need each other.
( Naps, PG, 446 words )
Fujigaya had to suppress a yawn. The meeting had been going on for ages already and they, or more precisely their manager and the director, had been turning in circles for over an hour. He let his gaze sweep the room and most of his band mates seemed ready to nod off. Except one.
Kitayama was already sleeping. The other's head had fallen on his chest and his mouth was slightly open. Fans would call it adorable. He called it funny-looking.
"Maybe we should just vote?" Their manager surrendered and Fujigaya swiped out his phone. Sleeping in a meeting, no matter how long it was, was considered highly unprofessional. Letting his thumb dance over the touch screen, he waited and like predicted, Kitayama jerked awake.
Satisfied, Fujigaya swiped his thumb one more time and let his cell phone glide into his pocket. It was a blessing Kitayama always had his cell on vibrations.
"Okay, there are two options. Either your next costumes for a single will have rainbow coloured pants or pants with golden and silver glitter? Each has one vote only, obviously."
"Those are really life altering decisions." Nikaido said in a serious voice but the twitching of his lips gave him away.
He received glares from their manager and the director.
"We get to choose between looking like cartoon figures and Christmas decoration. What do you think, guys? I would say we go for the cartoon style." Kitayama drawled and earned some grins from his band mates.
"We have already done glitter a lot. Why not get colourful again?" Yokoo said and tried to stretch without it being too obvious.
"We should also add some fairies." Compared to Nikaido, Fujigaya could say stuff like that with a straight face.
Senga snickered.
Exasperated, their manager threw his hands in the air.
"Rainbow pants it is then."
They were allowed to leave and Miyata muttered a few words under his breath that made them all wince.
"I dread the meeting for the fitting shirts."
Fujigaya resigned to his fate of having to wear whatever management would come up with and drove home. A quick dinner, a shower and some lazing around. When he had already settled into bed, his cell phone buzzed.
Thank you - Ki
Fujigaya grinned. It was always nice to hear a thank you from this one.
You are welcome. I really feel like drinking a strawberry smoothie at work tomorrow - fabulous F
Kitayama didn't take long to answer.
Brat
Fujigaya snuggled into his pillow and smiled. He saved the message with the single word and hoped Kitayama was going to make the smoothie himself. The other was rather good at that.
( Pants, PG-13, 456 words )
Fujigaya wants to smack his head against the wall.
"Why? Why? Oh why?" Holding up his costume pants he groans. When he had told the staff making the costumes he would like to have three quarter pants, he hadn't meant high-water pants. They stopped a little too far over his ankle for it to look cool and where too long to be considered three quarter pants.
They had to be on stage in six minutes.
"Life hates me."
Miserably, he got into the first leg.
"Wait, give me your pants."
Fujigaya glares up at Kitayama. There are just people he doesn't want to deal with when pissed. The older one just rolls his eyes and points at his legs. Fujigaya follows his finger and it takes a while, but then he sees it. Kitayama has quite artfully stuffed the too long legs of his pants into his shoes. It almost looks like it was supposed to be like that.
He almost yanks Kitayama out of the pants.
"Slow it, we are not having a backstage quickie." Kitayama grumbles, but is efficient at what he does and throws in mere seconds the pants in Fujigaya's direction.
They pull them on and as Fujigaya looks at them through the full length mirror, he wonders about life and irony.
"Fits surprisingly well." Kitayama comments and turns. Fujigaya looks with no small envy at the other's ass that looks very round in the pants that had been made for Fujigaya. The fans will definitely have something to look at in those tight-fitting pants.
His pants are a little loose at the butt, but he would rather bit his tongue off than comment on it. As he scrutinise himself in the mirror, he notices the mandatory tag with Kitayama's name on the back.
"I am not wearing pants with your name on it."
"Don't be prissy." Kitayama moves behind him and stuffs the tag into the back of his pants. Fujigaya shrieks as he feels the other's warm hand on his ass.
"Oh come on, I barely touched anything. There is not even much I can touch." With that Kitayama walks off, but Fujigaya might not have a huge butt, but definitely long legs and he kicks one up fast enough to kick Kitayama's ass.
"What? I thought you are well cushioned?" Fujigaya says cockily as the other glares at him. Swaggering past Kitayama, Fujigaya leaves the room. He isn't above acting like there is an awesome ass in his pants and he is quite sure, Kitayama had been looking.
"Hey Fuji-chan, we actually got into each others' pants. It was about time."
Fujigaya stumbles over his next step. Damn Kitayama, who always had to have the last word.
( Emergency sleeping, PG, 293 words )
The filming for Busaiku will start soon and Fujigaya prods his pants where it is torn at his thigh. He hasn't changed into his costume yet. They still have twenty minutes and not all members are there yet.
Fujigaya keeps poking the strands and sighs.
"Tired?" An all too familiar voice asks and Fujigaya sighs again.
"What told you so?"
"Hm, I wonder what it was. Maybe that you are not playing with your phone, tormenting your favourite pants, ignoring the sweets the staff brought in, sighing constantly, slumping over more than usual, sporting dark circles that surpass the usual limit, not talking to Wataru..."
"Okay!" Fujigaya interrupts Kitayama sharply and glares. He doesn't need to hear anymore.
Kitayama doesn't answer verbally, instead he sits down at the end of the couch and the older one doesn't have to tug too much to get Fujigaya's head in his lap.
Fujigaya nuzzles his nose into the other's thighs and lets him pet his hair. It should annoy him much more that Kitayama is better than any sleeping pill, but Fujigaya consoles himself with thinking that someone who sleeps that much just has a certain aura.
He feels definitely better when Kitayama wakes him twelve minutes later and hustles him into his costume.
"I'll ask you a question during the show, be prepared." Kitayama warns him and skips over to Miyata.
Fujigaya grimaces. Kitayama has the annoying tendency to pass the baton to him, not that it is anything new.
"Better?" Yokoo comes up to him and pushes a stray strand of Fujigaya's hair back in place.
"Kitayama will make me talk unnecessarily."
"Everything is fine then." Yokoo grins and Fujigaya rolls his eyes. He is working with a bunch of trolls together. Loveable ones' though.
( Parents, PG, 300 words, KitaFuji+Tama )
Tamamori is shaking so much his teeth are clattering together. Kitayama grabs Fujigaya by the back of his collar and steers him to the left. It is only due to Tamamori's stricken face that Fujigaya does not chew off a certain someone's head for pulling him around.
"I can't." Tamamori whispers and stares at them with big, fearful eyes.
"Of course you can." Kitayama says in a strict but gentle voice.
Fujigaya blinks, frowns and then catches on.
"It's like going to the doctor alone for the first time. As a kid it seems scary, but later you laugh about it." He soothes and Tamamori looks back and forth between them.
"I don't want to be in the front. I want to go back to Miyata."
"You can't." Kitayama says with sympathy.
Tamamori looks like he is ready to break down in his sparkly costume and flashy hair.
"We have your back." Kitayama points at Fujigaya, who nods.
"It's fun." Fujigaya reassures. "You learn to like it."
"I'll fail."
"We have been covering up each other's mistakes for years. We will cover up yours, too." Kitayama pats Tamamori's shoulder.
"Promise?"
"Of course." The two older ones reassure and the younger one finally nods.
"Okay."
"So, who is the mom and who is the dad?" Kitayama asks with a grin as Tamamori stumbles over to Miyata.
"Shut up." Fujigaya tries to shove the other's arm from his shoulder, but fails. Even though it shouldn't be that difficult with Kitayama on his tiptoes.
*"Remember this?" Kitayama holds the memorable picture they took after Tamamori danced for the first time centre stage.
Fujigaya peeks over Kitayama's shoulder and hums.
"He has really grown up."
"We can be such proud parents."
Fujigaya shoves Kitayama for that, but has to bit down a smile.
( Cowboy, PG-13, 877 words )
Horses are huge, but apparently girls like them. Fujigaya looks at them disgruntled from afar while a make-up assistant hushes around him.
Kitayama is sitting in the chair next to him looking unconcerned. Being paired with Kitayama in a photo shoot is bad enough as it is, but why do they have to climb on horses. He had asked. Girls like them, at least a lot of them and it would give them a cute but wild look. Cute but wild? Fujigaya scoffs. That makes as much sense to him as most promotions.
Fujigaya carefully watches his steps as they walk over to the horse to not tap into horse droppings, because it's icky.
The horse is huge, brownish and has a long mane in a lighter colour. Fujigaya quickly stops puzzling over what kind of horse it is, because he doesn't know a thing. It's huge and that is all that matters. There is not even a saddle.
"Do we really have to get on this?"
Kitayama scoffs next to him.
"'This' is called a horse." The older one mocks him and Fujigaya rolls his eyes. He isn't blind.
"Don't worry. I will be your riding instructor. Miku is a really calm and patient mare. She has already borne the most incompetent students on her back." The man that accompanies them says cheerily.
Fujigaya has to suppress a sour look. Kitayama laughs at him.
"Why don't you start Fujigaya-kun? It should be easier for you since you are tall."
The only reason he doesn't reject the other is because he called Kitayama indirectly short.
"How?" He asks dumbly as he stands in front of that huge being. She turns her head and regards him with dark eyes.
Their teacher points at the stool standing next to the mare.
"Just get on the stool, place your hands on her back and swing one leg over her back. You might need some momentum."
Fujigaya really, really doesn't want to, but he is an idol so he gets on the stool while the teacher holds the bridle. She moves a little and like so often in his life, he wishes he is somewhere else far away.
The first times it doesn't work. He doesn't get his leg up high enough.
"You can also lay your upper body on her back and rob into the right position."
Now, he feels really nauseous, but Kitayama is watching and he has never in his life said 'he can't' with Kitayama close by and he won't start now.
He does as instructed and he slightly panics as he lays flat on his stomach with both feet in the air. Miku stays still and slowly he robs around till he sits astride. Fujigaya can't believe his luck and wants to reach for the neck of the mare. There is none and confused he leans forward some only to see the tail.
"Sorry, I can't." Kitayama snorts and holds his stomach with laughter. "That's just. Your face!"
Fujigaya feels his ears grow warm with embarrassment as Kitayama tries to hold in his laughter.
"Just wait till it is your time." Fujigaya growls and Kitayama has started to hiccup. The riding instructor looks at him slightly perplexed and then proposes to help him turn on the horse. Somehow he does and Fujigaya quickly decides that cowboy isn't the right job for him.
They take pictures with Fujigaya clinging to the mane and Kitayama scratching the horse behind her ears.
"Maybe we should do the pair-shoots now, so Fujigaya-kun doesn't have to get on a second time?" The photographer asks and Fujigaya wants to protest.
"Can she even carry us both?"
"She usually pulls hay carts, don't worry." The instructor reassures him and Kitayama places the stool where it stood earlier. Fujigaya wants to make himself ready to laugh but before he gets to it, Kitayama has already swung himself up behind him.
"You've got to be kidding." He says before he can stop himself.
Kitayama laughs against his back and wraps his arms around his middle.
"My grandparents have a farm, city boy."
Life isn't fair.
Only because Kitayama can ride, they are allowed to ride a few metres. Fujigaya isn't sure how the other does it, but he might have moved his thighs and suddenly she moves. Caught between horror and awe, he buries one hand tighter in the mane and the other claws into Kitayama's lower arm where the camera can't catch it.
"Smile!"
And he does, because it is his job and this is just so crazy, but maybe he likes it a bit as he gets used to it. The mare moves with lazy steps and it could shake more.
They take more pictures with him off the horse and Kitayama on it before they are done.
"I can't believe she tried to eat my hair." Fujigaya moves his fingers through his hair and grimaces as it feels slightly damp.
"She just nipped you. She probably likes you and thought you are cute in your adorable incompetence." Kitayama teases and shoves him into the van that brings them back to civilisation. "Move it cowboy." And Kitayama slaps his ass." You are probably better off riding other things."
Fujigaya pointedly ignores that.
( Rosemary and Strawberry, PG, 203 words )
"I really hate your shampoo." It takes a lot of will-power from Fujigaya to not crinkle his nose. The flashes around them are bright and the fact that Kitayama's body is more familiar than anyone else's is already more than enough to annoy him.
"I like my shampoo. It's unique."
"It stinks."
"Rosemary doesn't stink." Kitayama interjects.
"Rosemary? Are you an herb garden?"
"Smile, please." The photographer says with practiced ease and Fujigaya feels like his face will split.
It is a salvation when they are done and they can finally separate.
*Kitayama frowns at the shampoo bottle that gets shoved into his face the next morning.
"Use this." Fujigaya tells him.
"Strawberry? That's a shampoo for girls."
Fujigaya growls and Kitayama lifts a questioning eyebrow. Taking a sniff from it, he laughs.
"Don't you think it would be weird for us to use the same shampoo?"
"It doesn't stink." Fujigaya defends himself and grumbles something about unthankful band mates as he wanders off.
*Fujigaya growls as some weeks later rosemary scent penetrates his nose.
"You stink again."
Kitayama shrugs.
"I have already used up the bottle you gave me."
And so Fujigaya suffers through another photo shoot like he always does.
( Yokoo explains the world, PG-13, 248 words )
Fujigaya growls and yanks on Kitayama's collar. The older one just tugs a little harder at the soft hair, because there is no better way than that to get someone on the same eyelevel than pulling hair.
"They are a mystery to me." Nikaido says blankly. Just one hour ago they had smiled sweetly at the camera together.
"Hm." Yokoo places down his book and watches the drama in front of them. Whatever ignited the fight surely is nonsensical like always, but their two front men are passionate. Kitayama wrestles Fujigaya to the floor and they continue struggling with each other while spiting swearwords at one another.
"Just imagine they are two magnets, Nika-chan." Yokoo finally says. "They both have a negative and a positive pole. If they both point the negative pole at each other they push each other off, but if one of them turns they are so attracted to each other, they snap together."
"But if they both showed each other the positive pole, shouldn't that work, too?" Nikaido is confused.
"No, because that would be gross."
"I don't get physics." Nikaido admits.
On the floor, Kitayama has meanwhile pulled Fujigaya into a heated kiss. The younger one struggles till he melts into it and they kiss as passionately as they usually fight.
"That's gross." Fujigaya suddenly shakes Kitayama off and they sent each other indignant glares before stomping off to opposite corners.
"See? It totally works." Yokoo says and nonchalantly picks up his book.
( Cherry Boy, PG-15, 150 words )
They have a TV show appearance in a bit and Kitayama frowns at his reflection.
"That's way too much lip balm again."
"Really?" Fujigaya peeks over his shoulder. "Give me some."
Kitayama looks at him perplexed and his wholly unprepared as Fujigaya turns him around and meshes their lips together.
The older one stares startled at Fujigaya as they pull apart.
Fujigaya nips at his own lips.
"Hm, cherry boy."
That snaps Kitayama out of it.
"I am not a virgin!"
Fujigaya sends the other a coy look over his shoulder.
"Prove it?" The challenge is issued and Kitayama's eyes form to slits. Leaning closer, he slips his fingers into Fujigaya's back pocket as he whispers into his ear.
"Tonight. My bed." The challenge is taken and as Fujigaya sends the other a sly smile and Kitayama squeezes his ass, he wonders idly whether his ear smells like cherry now.
( Omake )
"I think..." Kitayama starts, but Fujigaya interrupts.
"And that's where things go down the drain."
Kitayama glares.
They can all stand alone and don't really continue each other, but one big title could be: Why KitaFuji need each other.
( Naps, PG, 446 words )
Fujigaya had to suppress a yawn. The meeting had been going on for ages already and they, or more precisely their manager and the director, had been turning in circles for over an hour. He let his gaze sweep the room and most of his band mates seemed ready to nod off. Except one.
Kitayama was already sleeping. The other's head had fallen on his chest and his mouth was slightly open. Fans would call it adorable. He called it funny-looking.
"Maybe we should just vote?" Their manager surrendered and Fujigaya swiped out his phone. Sleeping in a meeting, no matter how long it was, was considered highly unprofessional. Letting his thumb dance over the touch screen, he waited and like predicted, Kitayama jerked awake.
Satisfied, Fujigaya swiped his thumb one more time and let his cell phone glide into his pocket. It was a blessing Kitayama always had his cell on vibrations.
"Okay, there are two options. Either your next costumes for a single will have rainbow coloured pants or pants with golden and silver glitter? Each has one vote only, obviously."
"Those are really life altering decisions." Nikaido said in a serious voice but the twitching of his lips gave him away.
He received glares from their manager and the director.
"We get to choose between looking like cartoon figures and Christmas decoration. What do you think, guys? I would say we go for the cartoon style." Kitayama drawled and earned some grins from his band mates.
"We have already done glitter a lot. Why not get colourful again?" Yokoo said and tried to stretch without it being too obvious.
"We should also add some fairies." Compared to Nikaido, Fujigaya could say stuff like that with a straight face.
Senga snickered.
Exasperated, their manager threw his hands in the air.
"Rainbow pants it is then."
They were allowed to leave and Miyata muttered a few words under his breath that made them all wince.
"I dread the meeting for the fitting shirts."
Fujigaya resigned to his fate of having to wear whatever management would come up with and drove home. A quick dinner, a shower and some lazing around. When he had already settled into bed, his cell phone buzzed.
Thank you - Ki
Fujigaya grinned. It was always nice to hear a thank you from this one.
You are welcome. I really feel like drinking a strawberry smoothie at work tomorrow - fabulous F
Kitayama didn't take long to answer.
Brat
Fujigaya snuggled into his pillow and smiled. He saved the message with the single word and hoped Kitayama was going to make the smoothie himself. The other was rather good at that.
( Pants, PG-13, 456 words )
Fujigaya wants to smack his head against the wall.
"Why? Why? Oh why?" Holding up his costume pants he groans. When he had told the staff making the costumes he would like to have three quarter pants, he hadn't meant high-water pants. They stopped a little too far over his ankle for it to look cool and where too long to be considered three quarter pants.
They had to be on stage in six minutes.
"Life hates me."
Miserably, he got into the first leg.
"Wait, give me your pants."
Fujigaya glares up at Kitayama. There are just people he doesn't want to deal with when pissed. The older one just rolls his eyes and points at his legs. Fujigaya follows his finger and it takes a while, but then he sees it. Kitayama has quite artfully stuffed the too long legs of his pants into his shoes. It almost looks like it was supposed to be like that.
He almost yanks Kitayama out of the pants.
"Slow it, we are not having a backstage quickie." Kitayama grumbles, but is efficient at what he does and throws in mere seconds the pants in Fujigaya's direction.
They pull them on and as Fujigaya looks at them through the full length mirror, he wonders about life and irony.
"Fits surprisingly well." Kitayama comments and turns. Fujigaya looks with no small envy at the other's ass that looks very round in the pants that had been made for Fujigaya. The fans will definitely have something to look at in those tight-fitting pants.
His pants are a little loose at the butt, but he would rather bit his tongue off than comment on it. As he scrutinise himself in the mirror, he notices the mandatory tag with Kitayama's name on the back.
"I am not wearing pants with your name on it."
"Don't be prissy." Kitayama moves behind him and stuffs the tag into the back of his pants. Fujigaya shrieks as he feels the other's warm hand on his ass.
"Oh come on, I barely touched anything. There is not even much I can touch." With that Kitayama walks off, but Fujigaya might not have a huge butt, but definitely long legs and he kicks one up fast enough to kick Kitayama's ass.
"What? I thought you are well cushioned?" Fujigaya says cockily as the other glares at him. Swaggering past Kitayama, Fujigaya leaves the room. He isn't above acting like there is an awesome ass in his pants and he is quite sure, Kitayama had been looking.
"Hey Fuji-chan, we actually got into each others' pants. It was about time."
Fujigaya stumbles over his next step. Damn Kitayama, who always had to have the last word.
( Emergency sleeping, PG, 293 words )
The filming for Busaiku will start soon and Fujigaya prods his pants where it is torn at his thigh. He hasn't changed into his costume yet. They still have twenty minutes and not all members are there yet.
Fujigaya keeps poking the strands and sighs.
"Tired?" An all too familiar voice asks and Fujigaya sighs again.
"What told you so?"
"Hm, I wonder what it was. Maybe that you are not playing with your phone, tormenting your favourite pants, ignoring the sweets the staff brought in, sighing constantly, slumping over more than usual, sporting dark circles that surpass the usual limit, not talking to Wataru..."
"Okay!" Fujigaya interrupts Kitayama sharply and glares. He doesn't need to hear anymore.
Kitayama doesn't answer verbally, instead he sits down at the end of the couch and the older one doesn't have to tug too much to get Fujigaya's head in his lap.
Fujigaya nuzzles his nose into the other's thighs and lets him pet his hair. It should annoy him much more that Kitayama is better than any sleeping pill, but Fujigaya consoles himself with thinking that someone who sleeps that much just has a certain aura.
He feels definitely better when Kitayama wakes him twelve minutes later and hustles him into his costume.
"I'll ask you a question during the show, be prepared." Kitayama warns him and skips over to Miyata.
Fujigaya grimaces. Kitayama has the annoying tendency to pass the baton to him, not that it is anything new.
"Better?" Yokoo comes up to him and pushes a stray strand of Fujigaya's hair back in place.
"Kitayama will make me talk unnecessarily."
"Everything is fine then." Yokoo grins and Fujigaya rolls his eyes. He is working with a bunch of trolls together. Loveable ones' though.
( Parents, PG, 300 words, KitaFuji+Tama )
Tamamori is shaking so much his teeth are clattering together. Kitayama grabs Fujigaya by the back of his collar and steers him to the left. It is only due to Tamamori's stricken face that Fujigaya does not chew off a certain someone's head for pulling him around.
"I can't." Tamamori whispers and stares at them with big, fearful eyes.
"Of course you can." Kitayama says in a strict but gentle voice.
Fujigaya blinks, frowns and then catches on.
"It's like going to the doctor alone for the first time. As a kid it seems scary, but later you laugh about it." He soothes and Tamamori looks back and forth between them.
"I don't want to be in the front. I want to go back to Miyata."
"You can't." Kitayama says with sympathy.
Tamamori looks like he is ready to break down in his sparkly costume and flashy hair.
"We have your back." Kitayama points at Fujigaya, who nods.
"It's fun." Fujigaya reassures. "You learn to like it."
"I'll fail."
"We have been covering up each other's mistakes for years. We will cover up yours, too." Kitayama pats Tamamori's shoulder.
"Promise?"
"Of course." The two older ones reassure and the younger one finally nods.
"Okay."
"So, who is the mom and who is the dad?" Kitayama asks with a grin as Tamamori stumbles over to Miyata.
"Shut up." Fujigaya tries to shove the other's arm from his shoulder, but fails. Even though it shouldn't be that difficult with Kitayama on his tiptoes.
*"Remember this?" Kitayama holds the memorable picture they took after Tamamori danced for the first time centre stage.
Fujigaya peeks over Kitayama's shoulder and hums.
"He has really grown up."
"We can be such proud parents."
Fujigaya shoves Kitayama for that, but has to bit down a smile.
( Cowboy, PG-13, 877 words )
Horses are huge, but apparently girls like them. Fujigaya looks at them disgruntled from afar while a make-up assistant hushes around him.
Kitayama is sitting in the chair next to him looking unconcerned. Being paired with Kitayama in a photo shoot is bad enough as it is, but why do they have to climb on horses. He had asked. Girls like them, at least a lot of them and it would give them a cute but wild look. Cute but wild? Fujigaya scoffs. That makes as much sense to him as most promotions.
Fujigaya carefully watches his steps as they walk over to the horse to not tap into horse droppings, because it's icky.
The horse is huge, brownish and has a long mane in a lighter colour. Fujigaya quickly stops puzzling over what kind of horse it is, because he doesn't know a thing. It's huge and that is all that matters. There is not even a saddle.
"Do we really have to get on this?"
Kitayama scoffs next to him.
"'This' is called a horse." The older one mocks him and Fujigaya rolls his eyes. He isn't blind.
"Don't worry. I will be your riding instructor. Miku is a really calm and patient mare. She has already borne the most incompetent students on her back." The man that accompanies them says cheerily.
Fujigaya has to suppress a sour look. Kitayama laughs at him.
"Why don't you start Fujigaya-kun? It should be easier for you since you are tall."
The only reason he doesn't reject the other is because he called Kitayama indirectly short.
"How?" He asks dumbly as he stands in front of that huge being. She turns her head and regards him with dark eyes.
Their teacher points at the stool standing next to the mare.
"Just get on the stool, place your hands on her back and swing one leg over her back. You might need some momentum."
Fujigaya really, really doesn't want to, but he is an idol so he gets on the stool while the teacher holds the bridle. She moves a little and like so often in his life, he wishes he is somewhere else far away.
The first times it doesn't work. He doesn't get his leg up high enough.
"You can also lay your upper body on her back and rob into the right position."
Now, he feels really nauseous, but Kitayama is watching and he has never in his life said 'he can't' with Kitayama close by and he won't start now.
He does as instructed and he slightly panics as he lays flat on his stomach with both feet in the air. Miku stays still and slowly he robs around till he sits astride. Fujigaya can't believe his luck and wants to reach for the neck of the mare. There is none and confused he leans forward some only to see the tail.
"Sorry, I can't." Kitayama snorts and holds his stomach with laughter. "That's just. Your face!"
Fujigaya feels his ears grow warm with embarrassment as Kitayama tries to hold in his laughter.
"Just wait till it is your time." Fujigaya growls and Kitayama has started to hiccup. The riding instructor looks at him slightly perplexed and then proposes to help him turn on the horse. Somehow he does and Fujigaya quickly decides that cowboy isn't the right job for him.
They take pictures with Fujigaya clinging to the mane and Kitayama scratching the horse behind her ears.
"Maybe we should do the pair-shoots now, so Fujigaya-kun doesn't have to get on a second time?" The photographer asks and Fujigaya wants to protest.
"Can she even carry us both?"
"She usually pulls hay carts, don't worry." The instructor reassures him and Kitayama places the stool where it stood earlier. Fujigaya wants to make himself ready to laugh but before he gets to it, Kitayama has already swung himself up behind him.
"You've got to be kidding." He says before he can stop himself.
Kitayama laughs against his back and wraps his arms around his middle.
"My grandparents have a farm, city boy."
Life isn't fair.
Only because Kitayama can ride, they are allowed to ride a few metres. Fujigaya isn't sure how the other does it, but he might have moved his thighs and suddenly she moves. Caught between horror and awe, he buries one hand tighter in the mane and the other claws into Kitayama's lower arm where the camera can't catch it.
"Smile!"
And he does, because it is his job and this is just so crazy, but maybe he likes it a bit as he gets used to it. The mare moves with lazy steps and it could shake more.
They take more pictures with him off the horse and Kitayama on it before they are done.
"I can't believe she tried to eat my hair." Fujigaya moves his fingers through his hair and grimaces as it feels slightly damp.
"She just nipped you. She probably likes you and thought you are cute in your adorable incompetence." Kitayama teases and shoves him into the van that brings them back to civilisation. "Move it cowboy." And Kitayama slaps his ass." You are probably better off riding other things."
Fujigaya pointedly ignores that.
( Rosemary and Strawberry, PG, 203 words )
"I really hate your shampoo." It takes a lot of will-power from Fujigaya to not crinkle his nose. The flashes around them are bright and the fact that Kitayama's body is more familiar than anyone else's is already more than enough to annoy him.
"I like my shampoo. It's unique."
"It stinks."
"Rosemary doesn't stink." Kitayama interjects.
"Rosemary? Are you an herb garden?"
"Smile, please." The photographer says with practiced ease and Fujigaya feels like his face will split.
It is a salvation when they are done and they can finally separate.
*Kitayama frowns at the shampoo bottle that gets shoved into his face the next morning.
"Use this." Fujigaya tells him.
"Strawberry? That's a shampoo for girls."
Fujigaya growls and Kitayama lifts a questioning eyebrow. Taking a sniff from it, he laughs.
"Don't you think it would be weird for us to use the same shampoo?"
"It doesn't stink." Fujigaya defends himself and grumbles something about unthankful band mates as he wanders off.
*Fujigaya growls as some weeks later rosemary scent penetrates his nose.
"You stink again."
Kitayama shrugs.
"I have already used up the bottle you gave me."
And so Fujigaya suffers through another photo shoot like he always does.
( Yokoo explains the world, PG-13, 248 words )
Fujigaya growls and yanks on Kitayama's collar. The older one just tugs a little harder at the soft hair, because there is no better way than that to get someone on the same eyelevel than pulling hair.
"They are a mystery to me." Nikaido says blankly. Just one hour ago they had smiled sweetly at the camera together.
"Hm." Yokoo places down his book and watches the drama in front of them. Whatever ignited the fight surely is nonsensical like always, but their two front men are passionate. Kitayama wrestles Fujigaya to the floor and they continue struggling with each other while spiting swearwords at one another.
"Just imagine they are two magnets, Nika-chan." Yokoo finally says. "They both have a negative and a positive pole. If they both point the negative pole at each other they push each other off, but if one of them turns they are so attracted to each other, they snap together."
"But if they both showed each other the positive pole, shouldn't that work, too?" Nikaido is confused.
"No, because that would be gross."
"I don't get physics." Nikaido admits.
On the floor, Kitayama has meanwhile pulled Fujigaya into a heated kiss. The younger one struggles till he melts into it and they kiss as passionately as they usually fight.
"That's gross." Fujigaya suddenly shakes Kitayama off and they sent each other indignant glares before stomping off to opposite corners.
"See? It totally works." Yokoo says and nonchalantly picks up his book.
( Cherry Boy, PG-15, 150 words )
They have a TV show appearance in a bit and Kitayama frowns at his reflection.
"That's way too much lip balm again."
"Really?" Fujigaya peeks over his shoulder. "Give me some."
Kitayama looks at him perplexed and his wholly unprepared as Fujigaya turns him around and meshes their lips together.
The older one stares startled at Fujigaya as they pull apart.
Fujigaya nips at his own lips.
"Hm, cherry boy."
That snaps Kitayama out of it.
"I am not a virgin!"
Fujigaya sends the other a coy look over his shoulder.
"Prove it?" The challenge is issued and Kitayama's eyes form to slits. Leaning closer, he slips his fingers into Fujigaya's back pocket as he whispers into his ear.
"Tonight. My bed." The challenge is taken and as Fujigaya sends the other a sly smile and Kitayama squeezes his ass, he wonders idly whether his ear smells like cherry now.
( Omake )
"I think..." Kitayama starts, but Fujigaya interrupts.
"And that's where things go down the drain."
Kitayama glares.