Fanfic: Salad
Title: Salad
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: I don't own people, but the crap my mind sprouts.
Beta: -
Pairing(s): KitaFuji
Rating: PG-13
Genre: dunno
Warnings: random
Summary: Fujigaya plays kitty games with Kitayama.
Author Notes: This can't even be called a fic.
Fujigaya flipped through the script of their new variety show bored. Basically, it was always the same. They had to do some activity and regularly fail.
He frowned. If there was one thing he really disliked, it was to fail. He sighed. Maybe, he had chosen the wrong job?
A hand appeared in his version reaching out for the script and he lifted an eyebrow. It was slightly disturbing that he could recognize his band mates simply by their hands.
“I am not done yet.” So maybe, he was feeling sadistic after 10 hours of work. He flipped back to the beginning of the script and pretended to brows the very first page.
“You are like salad.”
Fujigaya’s head snapped up sharply.
“Excuse me?” Now, Kitayama would wait for this script a very long time.
“As the day goes on you become floppy.”
Fujigaya had half the mind to slap Kitayama left and right with the script, but he was better than that.
“I am done.” He said flatly and when Kitayama reached for the script, he lifted it over his head.
“Seriously?” Fujigaya enjoyed how utterly baffled Kitayama seemed to be by his childish act.
“Hm.” He hummed innocently.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“I am feeling very serious.” Fujigaya felt a smile wanting to creep up. Something he had not considered possible anymore today, but he was an ace so he easily suppressed it.
Kitayama growled.
Fujigaya lowered his hand only to lift it up high again when Kitayama tried to reach for it. They continued the game and as Fujigaya was careful to keep a flat expression, he mused that Kitayama was a little like a cat trying to get the wool.
It was fun, really, how Kitayama tried to climb up on him without touching him. It was impossible of course, but the movements this caused could put a clown’s show to shame.
Eventually, Kitayama latched onto him and Fujigaya stretched some more.
“You have lost your mind.”
“Yeah, like about ten years ago?” Fujigaya mused.
Kitayama looked at him exasperated and it was the only warning he got before Kitayama grabbed his shirt by the shoulders and yanked.
The other’s lips weren’t as soft as Fujigaya had always imagined them to be as Kitayama pressed them against his passionately. Kissing Kitayama was different than kissing girls. At least when it was a first kiss, they didn’t immediately pry his lips apart and plundered his mouth. The audacity.
The last thought his brain produced before he started to kiss back, was that they had to look obscene. He didn’t like looking obscene. At least not, when he didn’t get girls to scream.
Kitayama was a dangerous kisser. It was hot and vertiginous. Fujigaya felt like he was spinning very quickly as the other kissed him close to oblivion. When he felt a sharp tug at his scalp, he got some of his bearings back. He bit on Kitayama’s bottom lip sharply. You did not go around pulling Fujigaya Taisuke’s hair.
The other wasn’t deterred by his warning and buried his fingers even deeper in his hair. Fujigaya would be six feet under before he ever admitted that it was kind of hot.
Kitayama ended their kiss with one last sweep over his bottom lip.
They were connected by a thread of salvia.
“Ugh, gross.” Fujigaya hurriedly wiped his lips.
“That’s what a man wants to hear after a kiss.” Kitayama said with a roll of his eyes.
“If you want to hear something else, you need to do better.” Fujigaya said smugly. Kitayama might have kissed him senseless, but like hell he would give up control of the situation.
“Your hips ground into mine when I pulled your hair.”
“I did not.”
“You so did.”
Since Fujigaya wasn’t too sure what his body had done in its hormonal override, he opted to glaring. That’s when he saw.
“You!” He accused and pointed at Kitayama’s chest where the other held the script.
“One to zero for me. I always get what I want.” The other sent him a smirk and then turned to sit down and read the script.
“What did you want? The script or me?”
“Hm.” Kitayama made a thoughtful face. “I won’t tell.”
“Pah, it’s not like I really wanted to know.” Fujigaya said and sat down with demonstrated nonchalance.
“Being in denial is how I like you best. It’s cute.” Kitayama cooed.
“Shut it.”
Note: This is an example of the fics I write when I am busy. Short, plotless and random. But since I started a few fics that are too long to finish anytime soon and I am way too busy, I wondered whether you might be interested in those small bits and bobs. Usually, I delete them after they sat a few months on my hard drive, but if there is more than one person interested in them, I could post them. Oh and they won't be betaed.
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: I don't own people, but the crap my mind sprouts.
Beta: -
Pairing(s): KitaFuji
Rating: PG-13
Genre: dunno
Warnings: random
Summary: Fujigaya plays kitty games with Kitayama.
Author Notes: This can't even be called a fic.
Fujigaya flipped through the script of their new variety show bored. Basically, it was always the same. They had to do some activity and regularly fail.
He frowned. If there was one thing he really disliked, it was to fail. He sighed. Maybe, he had chosen the wrong job?
A hand appeared in his version reaching out for the script and he lifted an eyebrow. It was slightly disturbing that he could recognize his band mates simply by their hands.
“I am not done yet.” So maybe, he was feeling sadistic after 10 hours of work. He flipped back to the beginning of the script and pretended to brows the very first page.
“You are like salad.”
Fujigaya’s head snapped up sharply.
“Excuse me?” Now, Kitayama would wait for this script a very long time.
“As the day goes on you become floppy.”
Fujigaya had half the mind to slap Kitayama left and right with the script, but he was better than that.
“I am done.” He said flatly and when Kitayama reached for the script, he lifted it over his head.
“Seriously?” Fujigaya enjoyed how utterly baffled Kitayama seemed to be by his childish act.
“Hm.” He hummed innocently.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“I am feeling very serious.” Fujigaya felt a smile wanting to creep up. Something he had not considered possible anymore today, but he was an ace so he easily suppressed it.
Kitayama growled.
Fujigaya lowered his hand only to lift it up high again when Kitayama tried to reach for it. They continued the game and as Fujigaya was careful to keep a flat expression, he mused that Kitayama was a little like a cat trying to get the wool.
It was fun, really, how Kitayama tried to climb up on him without touching him. It was impossible of course, but the movements this caused could put a clown’s show to shame.
Eventually, Kitayama latched onto him and Fujigaya stretched some more.
“You have lost your mind.”
“Yeah, like about ten years ago?” Fujigaya mused.
Kitayama looked at him exasperated and it was the only warning he got before Kitayama grabbed his shirt by the shoulders and yanked.
The other’s lips weren’t as soft as Fujigaya had always imagined them to be as Kitayama pressed them against his passionately. Kissing Kitayama was different than kissing girls. At least when it was a first kiss, they didn’t immediately pry his lips apart and plundered his mouth. The audacity.
The last thought his brain produced before he started to kiss back, was that they had to look obscene. He didn’t like looking obscene. At least not, when he didn’t get girls to scream.
Kitayama was a dangerous kisser. It was hot and vertiginous. Fujigaya felt like he was spinning very quickly as the other kissed him close to oblivion. When he felt a sharp tug at his scalp, he got some of his bearings back. He bit on Kitayama’s bottom lip sharply. You did not go around pulling Fujigaya Taisuke’s hair.
The other wasn’t deterred by his warning and buried his fingers even deeper in his hair. Fujigaya would be six feet under before he ever admitted that it was kind of hot.
Kitayama ended their kiss with one last sweep over his bottom lip.
They were connected by a thread of salvia.
“Ugh, gross.” Fujigaya hurriedly wiped his lips.
“That’s what a man wants to hear after a kiss.” Kitayama said with a roll of his eyes.
“If you want to hear something else, you need to do better.” Fujigaya said smugly. Kitayama might have kissed him senseless, but like hell he would give up control of the situation.
“Your hips ground into mine when I pulled your hair.”
“I did not.”
“You so did.”
Since Fujigaya wasn’t too sure what his body had done in its hormonal override, he opted to glaring. That’s when he saw.
“You!” He accused and pointed at Kitayama’s chest where the other held the script.
“One to zero for me. I always get what I want.” The other sent him a smirk and then turned to sit down and read the script.
“What did you want? The script or me?”
“Hm.” Kitayama made a thoughtful face. “I won’t tell.”
“Pah, it’s not like I really wanted to know.” Fujigaya said and sat down with demonstrated nonchalance.
“Being in denial is how I like you best. It’s cute.” Kitayama cooed.
“Shut it.”
Note: This is an example of the fics I write when I am busy. Short, plotless and random. But since I started a few fics that are too long to finish anytime soon and I am way too busy, I wondered whether you might be interested in those small bits and bobs. Usually, I delete them after they sat a few months on my hard drive, but if there is more than one person interested in them, I could post them. Oh and they won't be betaed.