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Title: Paparazzi and Alcohol Don't Mix
Pairing/Characters: Tego/Masu
Rating/Warnings: NC17
Prompt: 223 Massu gets to "produce" his first, truly big, Friday and other credible newspapers worthy scandal.
A/N: Why is this in Tegoshi's voice? I have no fucking idea, but it works better in my head. And no, I have no idea where the drunk moping came from. I don't even know if I'm IC XD but yay, my first awkward!sex! Beta'd by the lovely C.
"Maybe I should get someone pregnant?" Massu groans desperately onto the table. Tegoshi nearly spits out his drink in reply.
Koyama pats Massu's head gently. "Not only will that be a terrible idea, so soon after Akanishi-kun's, ahem, situation, but no one will believe that."
Tegoshi looks over his canned juice as Massu pouts in what would look spoiled and petulant on him, but makes Massu look like an affronted teddy bear. It's not fair.
"I don't understand why I have to do this! No one will believe it about me anyway, no matter what I 'do'," Massu's voice is muffled by his arms, but Tegoshi can hear the frustration. His brain translates it into something else, damn his imagination. He sinks lower into his chair, thankful that there's a table between him and the rest of the room.
Koyama hums. "Unless Massu suddenly turns from a cuddly stuffed animal that wears Harajuku-inspired outfits into some sex god--"
"That's it!" Massu lifts his head off the table and grins at them. "I should change my image first before I even attempt having a scandal!"
Koyama simply smiles and squeezes Massu's left cheek. "You do that."
Massu scowls. "Don't patronize me!"
"We're not. It's actually a sensible idea." Shige turns to Koyama. "Any idea how he'll do it?"
Tegoshi barely stops himself from shouting have half-naked photo shoots! No one else needs to know how much he wants to see Massu naked. He groans inwardly as his mind helpfully provides him with images, making him surreptitiously squirm, trying to will his half-erection away.
Koyama doesn't seem to have the same reservations as he cries out "Half-naked photo shoots! Or some shots with your muscles as the focus!" Then again, Koyama's not the one harbouring any hidden crushes on nicely muscled group members.
Shige makes a disagreeing sound. "I don't think he'll ever be rid of that cute image, especially with a face like his."
"His body seems to prove otherwise," Koyama points out. "And I'm pretty sure there are loads of people who think he's something else under all that cute."
The mention of the words body and underneath sends Tegoshi's imagination haywire. He barely stops himself from hitting his head on the table. He needs to close this discussion soon, or he'll have a very serious problem with walking. Thank god he sat down earlier, or he'd have bigger problems. "Do we really have to have a scandal? I mean, we can just let ourselves be photographed outside some club." Please take the bait, he pleads them silently.
Shige rolls his eyes. "That's your style."
"Not if Massu does it." Although the very thought of Massu's lovely arms around some hussy's waist makes Tegoshi want to kill something.
"Why do I have to do it?" Massu grumbles.
"Or since we're going the clubbing scandal route, why not make it a gay bar?" Koyama grins.
The hussy in Tegoshi's brain transforms into some JE-wannabe twink that suspiciously looks like Kitayama. He sincerely hopes he doesn't run into Kitayama sometime soon, or Kisumai will lose their K.
"I'm not going into a gay bar! What if I get raped?" Massu screeches.
Tegoshi tenses at that. Is that how all gay men are to him? He tries to make himself smaller, his not-so unwanted daydreams disappearing with a pop in his head.
"That's mean!" Koyama gasps. "And they won't rape you! Just because they're gay doesn't mean they'll attack you or anything. Frankly, I think going to a gay bar is much safer than going into dance club. At least they're classier. And much more polite."
"And you know this how?" Shige asks.
Koyama sniffs. "My sister likes to hang out there more than the club. She says it's much nicer there than most clubs she goes to, not to mention a lot cheaper than expensive bars with the same ambiance."
"Again, you know this how?"
"I may have gone with her and her friends a time or two. I blend in well because my face and build isn't so remarkable when I'm there. But Massu will stand out, I'm sure."
They all watch Massu consider this. Tegoshi clenches his fist. Please don't do it, please don't do it.
"I'll do it."
A shocked silence fills the room, and Tegoshi hears nothing but the constant hum of the air-conditioner and his wildly beating heart. His brain helpfully supplies an image of Massu recoiling in disgust when the imaginary-twink-that-looks-like-Kitayama transforms into him. It's depressing.
Shige recovers his voice first. "What?"
"I'll do it, but only if Koyama's sister comes with me." He turns to Koyama. "The paparazzi only need to see me entering, right?"
Koyama nods, his mouth still open. He looks like a goldfish, and Tegoshi would have laughed if he wasn't sure he looked the same.
Massu purses his mouth. "Then call you sister up for me, please. I'll need all the help I can get."
----
Tegoshi tries to listen in from his place at the bar as he motions for another glass of whatever the bartender gave him. More masculine chatter reaches his ear. Koya-neechan's friends my ass, Koyama threw Massu to the wolves! He slouches lower, cursing his decision to bleach his hair platinum and thanking whoever thought it was completely acceptable to wear sunglasses and hats indoors in the middle of the night.
He imagines Massu squirming uncomfortably and clutching his glass of iced tea like a lifeline as some male hussy (who looks suspiciously like Fujigaya; he really needs to apologize for having murderous thoughts about Massu's old group mates) slings his arm over Massu's shoulder. The very thought makes his blood boil. He reaches for the new drink (green this time) and forces himself to sip instead of gulping it as he is sorely tempted to.
He hears Massu's voice through the muted ambience music and the other deep voices around him. It's like a siren song that he's never allowed to go near to. "If it makes any difference, I'm sorry I had all those preconceptions about you."
"Don't bother yourself with that. I know what preconceptions people and the media have about us. I like to think of myself as a positive example, and I'm glad to reach even one person," one of them replies.
Tegoshi sighs as his hands tighten around the glass. This is why I never came out, not even to you. Those preconceptions would have hurt our friendship. He gives in and gulps down half the drink.
"You might want to go easy on that."
Tegoshi tries to eye guy beside him, but room is a bit fuzzy and the sunglasses don't really help with his vision. The man looks suspiciously like Sakurai-kun, although the very thought seems blasphemous. He sends a silent apology to his sempai before huffing "What do you care?"
The stranger shrugs. "I know hopeless longing when I see it." He cranes his neck over to where Massu sits, who stands out like a sore thumb, just as Koyama predicted. "Gay man falls in love with completely straight friend--it's a sad story everyone in this room hsd experienced, maybe except for your friend over there."
Tegoshi huffs. "I'm not gay."
"Then you're only gay for him. I know, I've seen that too." The stranger smiles at him. "You know, I don't think he'll say no if you ask him out now."
"What do you mean?"
"Well," he says as he slides an arm around Tegoshi's waist, "play along and you'll see."
"Wha--?"
Someone taps Tegoshi on his shoulder. "I thought I was the one who was going to have a scandal." Tegoshi turns his head to see Massu scowling at him.
"And that is my queue." The stranger leans in and whispers, "I think you'll be needing this," as he slips in something into Tegoshi's pocket. He winks and walks away from the bar.
Tegoshi smiles stiffly. "H-hey! You're Masuda, aren't you?"
Massu narrows his eyes. "I know it's you under that hat and sunglasses, Tego."
Tegoshi shrugs. "I was just worried. But it seems you don't really need help, so I'll just go home."
He finishes his cocktail in one go and leaves money for his drink on the bar. He stands up and walks carefully as the world starts to sway. Hopefully, Massu doesn't notice.
Massu doesn't follow him and he sighs in relief. The door is just a few meters away, and he'll soon have the privacy of his home to drink himself stupid in, throw-up in and hide under the covers in. Maybe then, the "hopeless longing" will go away.
----
He had just opened his third can of beer (he hates the things, but he doesn't know how to make cocktails, nor does he know how to drink hard liquor) when Tegoshi's doorbell rings. He glares at the general direction of his door and gulps through half the can. The apartment is dark, save for the bright colours from the mindless variety show on mute airing on his television.
After belching in time for a comedian to be hit on the head, a shadow falls over him. He squints up and finds Massu looking at him disapprovingly. "Didn't you hear the doorbell ring?"
"Didn't have the energy to stand up," he mumbles, blankly staring at the ingredients list on the can.
He hears Massu huff. "What's gotten into you? First, you follow me to the gay bar, which is a lot better than I imagined. Then you drink more cocktails than you probably should with your body weight. And then you mope in the dark with even more alcohol. You're lucky the paparazzi spotted me walking out of the bar sober instead of you."
"Lucky for you, you mean."
Massu sits down beside him and takes the can from his hand. Tegoshi doesn't protest.
"Seriously, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." Tegoshi tries to stand up, but the world sways around him. He clutches the edge of the table, willing his body to orient itself. "Nothing. And what the hell are you doing here?"
Massu sighs. He takes one of Tegoshi's arms and wraps it around his shoulders, letting Tegoshi lean on him. "I was worried. You obviously drank too much, but I couldn't follow you out. Someone might recognize you." He starts walking Tegoshi towards the bedroom, carefully avoiding either of them hitting Skull's bed by the sofa. "Something's obviously bothering you, and I have no idea what it is."
Tegoshi sniffs. He smells the soft yet masculine cologne Massu likes to wear. He’s always liked how Massu smells, and is glad he doesn't smell any other scent on him. He feels a tightening in his chest that he doesn't understand.
Massu stops and turns his head slightly. "Tegoshi?"
"It's nothing you should worry about. I mean, why should you care?"
Massu sighs and continues to half-carry Tegoshi to bed. The sight of his bed sparks an idea in Tegoshi's alcohol-muddled brain, and he pulls Massu down with him, landing on the bed with a thump.
"Te-mmph." Tegoshi silences Massu with a kiss. He doesn't care what Massu thinks right now; all he knows is he needs to touch Massu.
It's like kissing a mannequin, albeit warmer and softer. Of course Massu wouldn't kiss me back, what was I thinking? Tegoshi starts to pull away, his face burning from alcohol and embarrassment. Hopefully, since Massu is (mostly) considerate, he might brush it off as the result of alcohol.
Which is why he is surprised when Massu leans closer and kisses him back.
The sweetness of iced tea in Massu's mouth, the shy and teasing way Massu's tongue flicks against his, the weight of his body, the warmth of his breath--Tegoshi feels like floating, feeling drunker than he was under the influence of alcohol. He's kissing me! Tegoshi is almost tempted to pinch himself, but he's unwilling to let go of Massu's shoulders. Instead, he moves one of his hands to comb through Massu's bright red hair, which is softer and smoother than coloured hair has any right to be. It’s glorious.
All too soon, Massu pushes up. Tegoshi almost follows, his shoulders lifting off the mattress, but the need to breathe is greater. He pants as he pries his eyes open to look at Massu's face.
Massu's eyes are wide open; he is panting heavily, as if he’d run a marathon. Tegoshi can’t see him very clearly through the faint light coming from his living room, but he imagines Massu's face to be beet-red; he's probably in the same state.
Massu clears his throat. "Um--" Tegoshi presses a finger against Massu's lips.
"If you want to leave now, I don't blame you." Tegoshi's heart constricts at his words, but he needs to say it. Being disappointed (and maybe a little heartbroken) for being able to have a taste and not getting the entire thing is much better than being blamed and hated for forcing himself, after all.
His eyes close tightly when Massu weight moves off him and shifts the bed. He clenches his hands, willing them to not grab on to Massu's clothes. He's straight; he's not interested in me; it's for the best.
"Um, I'm pretty sure you know this, but I've never done this before."
Tegoshi's eyes snap open. "Wha--?"
Massu fidgets slightly, staring at his knees which are positioned at both sides of Tegoshi's legs. "I'veneverdonethisbefore," he says in one breath.
Tegoshi blinks at him. "You--you actually want to do this? With a guy? With me?"
Massu fidgets some more. "I--" he hesitates, still staring at his hands, "I do, actually." He lifts his eyes to look Tegoshi straight in the eye. "You looked so sad, and I do like you very much. I don't know if it's the same way, but I find myself not minding at all and I do want to touch you again and I'm not even sure I'm gay or straight or--" Tegoshi pulls Massu down to him, cutting off the rambling with a desperate kiss.
Clutching at Massu's shoulder, Tegoshi pulls Massu onto his body, uncaring how Massu's much heavier body knocks the air out his lungs. He doesn't care if this will most likely end up as a one off, or if Massu will be awkward with him after this, or anything else really, as long as Massu is actually willing to do this. Massu rolls his pelvis down onto his, making both of them moan.
"I don't know how to do this," Massu mumbles against his lips.
His leg hooks over Massu's. "You're doing fine," he groans.
Massu nibbles Tegoshi's exposed collarbone. "I don't want us to come together like this."
Tegoshi lets go of Massu's shirt and waves over at the general direction of his dresser. "There's lube and condoms in the drawer, second from the bottom." He groans again as Massu shifts up, causing Massu's thigh to rub onto his erection.
When Tegoshi tries to tug his shirt off, Massu pulls away. "It's not fair if I'll be the only one removing my clothes," Massu says as he tosses the lube and foil packet at a spot by the pillow with a gleam in his eyes. Tegoshi starts unbuttoning his clothes, cursing as his hands fumble. Massu chuckles, "this is why you shouldn't drink too much," as he gently bats away Tegoshi's clumsy fingers and carefully unbuttons the shirt, his fingertips gently grazing Tegoshi's overheated skin.
At a loss with what to do with his hands, they move under Masuda's loose shirt, gently rubbing both nipples with his fingers. He feels more than he hears Massu groan at his touch. Massu's hands work faster, moving away from Tegoshi when he finishes and tugging his own shirt off.
They both moan as skin finally touches skin, never mind that they're still clothed waist down. Tegoshi leans to give Massu access to his neck, his hands rubbing across the soft skin and hard muscles along Massu's back. He doesn't really care if it'll leave a mark, he just wants Massu to not stop kissing him.
"I don't know what exactly to do next," Massu whispers against Tegoshi's neck.
"Just do whatever you feel comfortable doing. Don't worry about it," Tegoshi replies onto Massu's soft hair. He gasps when a hand moves onto the front of his jeans, rubbing the hardness there.
"Can I take this off?"
Tegoshi pulls away and unbuttons it himself. The jeans are tight, and it takes some wiggling to get it past his butt. Suddenly, Massu grabs his legs and pulls the offending clothing off in one hard pull, causing his boxers to be pulled along with it. His painfully hard cock bouncing up in the process.
"Oh," Massu breathes. Before Tegoshi can react further, Massu leans down and licks at the head. Tegoshi can only gape as Massu licks his lips as he rolls the taste in his tongue. "Salty, but not bad," he decides. He then closes his lips over the head, sucking and slurping delicately as he strokes the rest with his hand.
The sight of Massu's usually plump lips stretching around his cock almost makes Tegoshi come. Tegoshi pants as his hand helplessly claws Massu's shoulders, willing himself not to close his eyes.
It's a bit disappointing when the moist warmth of Massu's mouth leaves, but when Massu says "I want to fuck you, but I don't know how," while stroking both their cocks, he groans instead. He blindly reaches for the lube and offers it to Massu.
"Put lots of lube. Use your fingers, one at a time."
Massu stops stroking. "I-I'll put my fingers in there?" he stutters, his face blanching, obviously thinking about what he could find.
It's utterly adorable, but Tegoshi can't help the slight bitterness in his smile. "I can do it myself, no worries." He squeezes the gel onto his fingers, rubbing to warm it up. His breath hitches when Massu's hand closes over his.
"It's ok, I'll do it." Massu covers his hand with the gel from Tegoshi's, smiling as the gel slicks between their fingers. It's strangely erotic to hear and feel. "Tell me what to do," Massu says, unlinking his fingers from Tegoshi's.
"One finger first, slowly. Make sure there's--oh!" Tegoshi is cut off by the hesitant finger circling his rim. He plants his feet flat on the bed and opens his legs wider, uncaring if he looks like some wanton slut, keeping himself still as the fingertip breached him. "You don't have to be too careful," he says, "I've had loads of practice. On myself, I mean," Tegoshi hurries to add when Massu looks up.
Massu's mouth falls open at that, to which Tegoshi would have laughed at had Massu not pushed the finger in fully in one go. It takes all of Tegoshi's willpower to keep his eyes open. "Wow," Massu whispers.
"You can put in one more," Tegoshi pants as he rocks his hips, moaning when Massu pulls his finger out and pushes two in. It's not gentle, granted, but the stretch and the look on Massu's face as he watches his fingers go in makes the extra burn worth it.
"Scissor your fingers a bit, not too fast. Mmm, that's it," Tegoshi encourages, thrusting his hips. "Just thrust it in and out gently. Your dick is going in there."
Massu does just that. "You really like this?" he asks, pushing his fingers until his knuckles. It hits something inside that causes Tegoshi to arch his back and his toes to curl.
"Oh god, yes! There!" Tegoshi cries, clutching desperately at the bed sheets.
"It looks amazing. I can't believe this actually feels good for you. Is it just you, or do all gay people like this?" Massu asks conversationally.
Tegoshi doesn't even think of being offended. Massu can say all he wants as long as he continues. But he should really correct Massu's perceptions. "I'm not gay," Tegoshi groans as Massu's fingers thrust in harder. "This can feel good to most men." He smirks with half-lidded eyes. "A girl can do this to you and it'll still feel good. And you can add another finger."
"Hmm, you'll have to let me try sometime then." Massu then pulls out his two fingers and presses in three. "You look like you're really enjoying this. Finally putting your slutty hips to good use."
Tegoshi's eyes roll back, both at Massu's words and his fingers slowly pushing in. He doesn't know what turns him on more: Massu's deep voice, the words that he never imagined Massu would say, Massu's willingness to actually do this, or the fingers stretching him.
Massu's fingers go even deeper, twisting inside and stretching much better than Tegoshi could ever do alone as he leans forward to whisper in Tegoshi's ear "you should see yourself, thrashing and moaning like a slut, like you can't wait to have my cock inside you." He pushes his fingers deeper, curving them to continuously hit Tegoshi's prostate. How Massu figured that one out, Tegoshi doesn't know, nor does he really care at this point.
"Please, fuck me now," Tegoshi gasps between moans, his fingernails digging into Massu's shoulders, crying when Massu nibbles on his earlobe. "Pleasepleasepleaseplease."
"I really can't say no when you beg like that." Tegoshi hears a foil packet being opened, and when the fingers are pulled out, something much bigger and blunter is placed just at his entrance. "Open your eyes."
Doing so is like moving through molasses, but when he manages, he sees Massu watching him. Massu is panting and sweaty, but the soft look in his eyes, the bright pink cheeks, and the gentle smile makes Tegoshi's heart beat faster, if that were even possible, even more than the idea of them actually having sex.
And when Massu pushes in, it's much bigger and more intense than Tegoshi ever dared to imagine. "Are you ok?" Massu asks about two centimetres in.
Tegoshi can only nod. "It burns a bit, but I can take it. Just go slowly, never had anything bigger than my fingers before."
Massu leans down at those words, nibbling and sucking on Tegoshi's lower lip while he goes further, lifting Tegoshi's legs onto his shoulders. Tegoshi can only cling onto Massu's arms, letting himself be devoured as he is stretched to his limit.
After what felt like eternity, Massu's pelvis hits Tegoshi's hips; they pant at each other's ear as they both adjust. Tegoshi feels so full, he's almost overwhelmed; he closes his eyes and commits the sensation to memory.
"Can I move?" Massu whispers. At Tegoshi's nod, Massu almost fully pulls out, then pushes in one smooth, slow stroke, hitting Tegoshi just right and causing him to scream. Massu's hand clutches one of his. "You really like this," Tegoshi hears the smirk in Massu's voice.
"I like you more," Tegoshi replies, cutting off any reply Massu would give to his confession. As if it matters anymore, now that they're actually fucking, but words make it more official. Tegoshi isn't quite ready to give up his fantasy yet, so he pumps his hips faster, encouraging Massu to move as fast and as hard as he wants.
Soon, both of them are panting into each other's mouthes as Massu thrusts in faster and harder, his hard, smooth stomach rubbing insistently against Tegoshi's cock, Tegoshi is almost drowning in the pleasure, with only Massu's hand in his grip to keep him afloat. His orgasm is so close he can practically count the seconds before he comes.
Massu mouths along Tegoshi's jaw. "I think I can like you too," he breathes into Tegoshi skin, so soft Tegoshi almost doesn't hear.
But he does. It's the last thing he registers before he becomes so comes with a high-pitched scream.
----
Something warm and wet being wiped on his stomach rouses Tegoshi. He opens his eyes when a large hand strokes his cheek.
"I must be really good if I can make you pass out like that," Massu grins at him. "You're disgusting right now. Want to take a shower?"
Tegoshi blinks again, trying to clear his head and comprehend what he's hearing and seeing. Massu's still here?
"Yes, I am," Massu chuckles. "Are you ok?"
"Fuck the bath. Let's do that tomorrow," Tegoshi croaks. He tugs at Massu's arm. "I'm clean enough. Come back to bed?"
Massu surprises him when he simply places the washcloth on the bedside table before crawling under the covers and wrapping his arms around Tegoshi. "You should have told me," he mutters as he tugs the covers over them with one arm
"Let's talk about that tomorrow, after the first tabloid prints your escapade into the gay nightlife."
"I think they'll write about how I went to your place after that," Massu replies.
Tegoshi snuggles deeper into Massu's arms. "Poor Kei-chan. I don't think his heart can take that kind of shock."
"Well, at least we've got one big scandal. And I didn't have to get anyone pregnant."
Pairing/Characters: Tego/Masu
Rating/Warnings: NC17
Prompt: 223 Massu gets to "produce" his first, truly big, Friday and other credible newspapers worthy scandal.
A/N: Why is this in Tegoshi's voice? I have no fucking idea, but it works better in my head. And no, I have no idea where the drunk moping came from. I don't even know if I'm IC XD but yay, my first awkward!sex! Beta'd by the lovely C.
"Maybe I should get someone pregnant?" Massu groans desperately onto the table. Tegoshi nearly spits out his drink in reply.
Koyama pats Massu's head gently. "Not only will that be a terrible idea, so soon after Akanishi-kun's, ahem, situation, but no one will believe that."
Tegoshi looks over his canned juice as Massu pouts in what would look spoiled and petulant on him, but makes Massu look like an affronted teddy bear. It's not fair.
"I don't understand why I have to do this! No one will believe it about me anyway, no matter what I 'do'," Massu's voice is muffled by his arms, but Tegoshi can hear the frustration. His brain translates it into something else, damn his imagination. He sinks lower into his chair, thankful that there's a table between him and the rest of the room.
Koyama hums. "Unless Massu suddenly turns from a cuddly stuffed animal that wears Harajuku-inspired outfits into some sex god--"
"That's it!" Massu lifts his head off the table and grins at them. "I should change my image first before I even attempt having a scandal!"
Koyama simply smiles and squeezes Massu's left cheek. "You do that."
Massu scowls. "Don't patronize me!"
"We're not. It's actually a sensible idea." Shige turns to Koyama. "Any idea how he'll do it?"
Tegoshi barely stops himself from shouting have half-naked photo shoots! No one else needs to know how much he wants to see Massu naked. He groans inwardly as his mind helpfully provides him with images, making him surreptitiously squirm, trying to will his half-erection away.
Koyama doesn't seem to have the same reservations as he cries out "Half-naked photo shoots! Or some shots with your muscles as the focus!" Then again, Koyama's not the one harbouring any hidden crushes on nicely muscled group members.
Shige makes a disagreeing sound. "I don't think he'll ever be rid of that cute image, especially with a face like his."
"His body seems to prove otherwise," Koyama points out. "And I'm pretty sure there are loads of people who think he's something else under all that cute."
The mention of the words body and underneath sends Tegoshi's imagination haywire. He barely stops himself from hitting his head on the table. He needs to close this discussion soon, or he'll have a very serious problem with walking. Thank god he sat down earlier, or he'd have bigger problems. "Do we really have to have a scandal? I mean, we can just let ourselves be photographed outside some club." Please take the bait, he pleads them silently.
Shige rolls his eyes. "That's your style."
"Not if Massu does it." Although the very thought of Massu's lovely arms around some hussy's waist makes Tegoshi want to kill something.
"Why do I have to do it?" Massu grumbles.
"Or since we're going the clubbing scandal route, why not make it a gay bar?" Koyama grins.
The hussy in Tegoshi's brain transforms into some JE-wannabe twink that suspiciously looks like Kitayama. He sincerely hopes he doesn't run into Kitayama sometime soon, or Kisumai will lose their K.
"I'm not going into a gay bar! What if I get raped?" Massu screeches.
Tegoshi tenses at that. Is that how all gay men are to him? He tries to make himself smaller, his not-so unwanted daydreams disappearing with a pop in his head.
"That's mean!" Koyama gasps. "And they won't rape you! Just because they're gay doesn't mean they'll attack you or anything. Frankly, I think going to a gay bar is much safer than going into dance club. At least they're classier. And much more polite."
"And you know this how?" Shige asks.
Koyama sniffs. "My sister likes to hang out there more than the club. She says it's much nicer there than most clubs she goes to, not to mention a lot cheaper than expensive bars with the same ambiance."
"Again, you know this how?"
"I may have gone with her and her friends a time or two. I blend in well because my face and build isn't so remarkable when I'm there. But Massu will stand out, I'm sure."
They all watch Massu consider this. Tegoshi clenches his fist. Please don't do it, please don't do it.
"I'll do it."
A shocked silence fills the room, and Tegoshi hears nothing but the constant hum of the air-conditioner and his wildly beating heart. His brain helpfully supplies an image of Massu recoiling in disgust when the imaginary-twink-that-looks-like-Kitayama transforms into him. It's depressing.
Shige recovers his voice first. "What?"
"I'll do it, but only if Koyama's sister comes with me." He turns to Koyama. "The paparazzi only need to see me entering, right?"
Koyama nods, his mouth still open. He looks like a goldfish, and Tegoshi would have laughed if he wasn't sure he looked the same.
Massu purses his mouth. "Then call you sister up for me, please. I'll need all the help I can get."
----
Tegoshi tries to listen in from his place at the bar as he motions for another glass of whatever the bartender gave him. More masculine chatter reaches his ear. Koya-neechan's friends my ass, Koyama threw Massu to the wolves! He slouches lower, cursing his decision to bleach his hair platinum and thanking whoever thought it was completely acceptable to wear sunglasses and hats indoors in the middle of the night.
He imagines Massu squirming uncomfortably and clutching his glass of iced tea like a lifeline as some male hussy (who looks suspiciously like Fujigaya; he really needs to apologize for having murderous thoughts about Massu's old group mates) slings his arm over Massu's shoulder. The very thought makes his blood boil. He reaches for the new drink (green this time) and forces himself to sip instead of gulping it as he is sorely tempted to.
He hears Massu's voice through the muted ambience music and the other deep voices around him. It's like a siren song that he's never allowed to go near to. "If it makes any difference, I'm sorry I had all those preconceptions about you."
"Don't bother yourself with that. I know what preconceptions people and the media have about us. I like to think of myself as a positive example, and I'm glad to reach even one person," one of them replies.
Tegoshi sighs as his hands tighten around the glass. This is why I never came out, not even to you. Those preconceptions would have hurt our friendship. He gives in and gulps down half the drink.
"You might want to go easy on that."
Tegoshi tries to eye guy beside him, but room is a bit fuzzy and the sunglasses don't really help with his vision. The man looks suspiciously like Sakurai-kun, although the very thought seems blasphemous. He sends a silent apology to his sempai before huffing "What do you care?"
The stranger shrugs. "I know hopeless longing when I see it." He cranes his neck over to where Massu sits, who stands out like a sore thumb, just as Koyama predicted. "Gay man falls in love with completely straight friend--it's a sad story everyone in this room hsd experienced, maybe except for your friend over there."
Tegoshi huffs. "I'm not gay."
"Then you're only gay for him. I know, I've seen that too." The stranger smiles at him. "You know, I don't think he'll say no if you ask him out now."
"What do you mean?"
"Well," he says as he slides an arm around Tegoshi's waist, "play along and you'll see."
"Wha--?"
Someone taps Tegoshi on his shoulder. "I thought I was the one who was going to have a scandal." Tegoshi turns his head to see Massu scowling at him.
"And that is my queue." The stranger leans in and whispers, "I think you'll be needing this," as he slips in something into Tegoshi's pocket. He winks and walks away from the bar.
Tegoshi smiles stiffly. "H-hey! You're Masuda, aren't you?"
Massu narrows his eyes. "I know it's you under that hat and sunglasses, Tego."
Tegoshi shrugs. "I was just worried. But it seems you don't really need help, so I'll just go home."
He finishes his cocktail in one go and leaves money for his drink on the bar. He stands up and walks carefully as the world starts to sway. Hopefully, Massu doesn't notice.
Massu doesn't follow him and he sighs in relief. The door is just a few meters away, and he'll soon have the privacy of his home to drink himself stupid in, throw-up in and hide under the covers in. Maybe then, the "hopeless longing" will go away.
----
He had just opened his third can of beer (he hates the things, but he doesn't know how to make cocktails, nor does he know how to drink hard liquor) when Tegoshi's doorbell rings. He glares at the general direction of his door and gulps through half the can. The apartment is dark, save for the bright colours from the mindless variety show on mute airing on his television.
After belching in time for a comedian to be hit on the head, a shadow falls over him. He squints up and finds Massu looking at him disapprovingly. "Didn't you hear the doorbell ring?"
"Didn't have the energy to stand up," he mumbles, blankly staring at the ingredients list on the can.
He hears Massu huff. "What's gotten into you? First, you follow me to the gay bar, which is a lot better than I imagined. Then you drink more cocktails than you probably should with your body weight. And then you mope in the dark with even more alcohol. You're lucky the paparazzi spotted me walking out of the bar sober instead of you."
"Lucky for you, you mean."
Massu sits down beside him and takes the can from his hand. Tegoshi doesn't protest.
"Seriously, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." Tegoshi tries to stand up, but the world sways around him. He clutches the edge of the table, willing his body to orient itself. "Nothing. And what the hell are you doing here?"
Massu sighs. He takes one of Tegoshi's arms and wraps it around his shoulders, letting Tegoshi lean on him. "I was worried. You obviously drank too much, but I couldn't follow you out. Someone might recognize you." He starts walking Tegoshi towards the bedroom, carefully avoiding either of them hitting Skull's bed by the sofa. "Something's obviously bothering you, and I have no idea what it is."
Tegoshi sniffs. He smells the soft yet masculine cologne Massu likes to wear. He’s always liked how Massu smells, and is glad he doesn't smell any other scent on him. He feels a tightening in his chest that he doesn't understand.
Massu stops and turns his head slightly. "Tegoshi?"
"It's nothing you should worry about. I mean, why should you care?"
Massu sighs and continues to half-carry Tegoshi to bed. The sight of his bed sparks an idea in Tegoshi's alcohol-muddled brain, and he pulls Massu down with him, landing on the bed with a thump.
"Te-mmph." Tegoshi silences Massu with a kiss. He doesn't care what Massu thinks right now; all he knows is he needs to touch Massu.
It's like kissing a mannequin, albeit warmer and softer. Of course Massu wouldn't kiss me back, what was I thinking? Tegoshi starts to pull away, his face burning from alcohol and embarrassment. Hopefully, since Massu is (mostly) considerate, he might brush it off as the result of alcohol.
Which is why he is surprised when Massu leans closer and kisses him back.
The sweetness of iced tea in Massu's mouth, the shy and teasing way Massu's tongue flicks against his, the weight of his body, the warmth of his breath--Tegoshi feels like floating, feeling drunker than he was under the influence of alcohol. He's kissing me! Tegoshi is almost tempted to pinch himself, but he's unwilling to let go of Massu's shoulders. Instead, he moves one of his hands to comb through Massu's bright red hair, which is softer and smoother than coloured hair has any right to be. It’s glorious.
All too soon, Massu pushes up. Tegoshi almost follows, his shoulders lifting off the mattress, but the need to breathe is greater. He pants as he pries his eyes open to look at Massu's face.
Massu's eyes are wide open; he is panting heavily, as if he’d run a marathon. Tegoshi can’t see him very clearly through the faint light coming from his living room, but he imagines Massu's face to be beet-red; he's probably in the same state.
Massu clears his throat. "Um--" Tegoshi presses a finger against Massu's lips.
"If you want to leave now, I don't blame you." Tegoshi's heart constricts at his words, but he needs to say it. Being disappointed (and maybe a little heartbroken) for being able to have a taste and not getting the entire thing is much better than being blamed and hated for forcing himself, after all.
His eyes close tightly when Massu weight moves off him and shifts the bed. He clenches his hands, willing them to not grab on to Massu's clothes. He's straight; he's not interested in me; it's for the best.
"Um, I'm pretty sure you know this, but I've never done this before."
Tegoshi's eyes snap open. "Wha--?"
Massu fidgets slightly, staring at his knees which are positioned at both sides of Tegoshi's legs. "I'veneverdonethisbefore," he says in one breath.
Tegoshi blinks at him. "You--you actually want to do this? With a guy? With me?"
Massu fidgets some more. "I--" he hesitates, still staring at his hands, "I do, actually." He lifts his eyes to look Tegoshi straight in the eye. "You looked so sad, and I do like you very much. I don't know if it's the same way, but I find myself not minding at all and I do want to touch you again and I'm not even sure I'm gay or straight or--" Tegoshi pulls Massu down to him, cutting off the rambling with a desperate kiss.
Clutching at Massu's shoulder, Tegoshi pulls Massu onto his body, uncaring how Massu's much heavier body knocks the air out his lungs. He doesn't care if this will most likely end up as a one off, or if Massu will be awkward with him after this, or anything else really, as long as Massu is actually willing to do this. Massu rolls his pelvis down onto his, making both of them moan.
"I don't know how to do this," Massu mumbles against his lips.
His leg hooks over Massu's. "You're doing fine," he groans.
Massu nibbles Tegoshi's exposed collarbone. "I don't want us to come together like this."
Tegoshi lets go of Massu's shirt and waves over at the general direction of his dresser. "There's lube and condoms in the drawer, second from the bottom." He groans again as Massu shifts up, causing Massu's thigh to rub onto his erection.
When Tegoshi tries to tug his shirt off, Massu pulls away. "It's not fair if I'll be the only one removing my clothes," Massu says as he tosses the lube and foil packet at a spot by the pillow with a gleam in his eyes. Tegoshi starts unbuttoning his clothes, cursing as his hands fumble. Massu chuckles, "this is why you shouldn't drink too much," as he gently bats away Tegoshi's clumsy fingers and carefully unbuttons the shirt, his fingertips gently grazing Tegoshi's overheated skin.
At a loss with what to do with his hands, they move under Masuda's loose shirt, gently rubbing both nipples with his fingers. He feels more than he hears Massu groan at his touch. Massu's hands work faster, moving away from Tegoshi when he finishes and tugging his own shirt off.
They both moan as skin finally touches skin, never mind that they're still clothed waist down. Tegoshi leans to give Massu access to his neck, his hands rubbing across the soft skin and hard muscles along Massu's back. He doesn't really care if it'll leave a mark, he just wants Massu to not stop kissing him.
"I don't know what exactly to do next," Massu whispers against Tegoshi's neck.
"Just do whatever you feel comfortable doing. Don't worry about it," Tegoshi replies onto Massu's soft hair. He gasps when a hand moves onto the front of his jeans, rubbing the hardness there.
"Can I take this off?"
Tegoshi pulls away and unbuttons it himself. The jeans are tight, and it takes some wiggling to get it past his butt. Suddenly, Massu grabs his legs and pulls the offending clothing off in one hard pull, causing his boxers to be pulled along with it. His painfully hard cock bouncing up in the process.
"Oh," Massu breathes. Before Tegoshi can react further, Massu leans down and licks at the head. Tegoshi can only gape as Massu licks his lips as he rolls the taste in his tongue. "Salty, but not bad," he decides. He then closes his lips over the head, sucking and slurping delicately as he strokes the rest with his hand.
The sight of Massu's usually plump lips stretching around his cock almost makes Tegoshi come. Tegoshi pants as his hand helplessly claws Massu's shoulders, willing himself not to close his eyes.
It's a bit disappointing when the moist warmth of Massu's mouth leaves, but when Massu says "I want to fuck you, but I don't know how," while stroking both their cocks, he groans instead. He blindly reaches for the lube and offers it to Massu.
"Put lots of lube. Use your fingers, one at a time."
Massu stops stroking. "I-I'll put my fingers in there?" he stutters, his face blanching, obviously thinking about what he could find.
It's utterly adorable, but Tegoshi can't help the slight bitterness in his smile. "I can do it myself, no worries." He squeezes the gel onto his fingers, rubbing to warm it up. His breath hitches when Massu's hand closes over his.
"It's ok, I'll do it." Massu covers his hand with the gel from Tegoshi's, smiling as the gel slicks between their fingers. It's strangely erotic to hear and feel. "Tell me what to do," Massu says, unlinking his fingers from Tegoshi's.
"One finger first, slowly. Make sure there's--oh!" Tegoshi is cut off by the hesitant finger circling his rim. He plants his feet flat on the bed and opens his legs wider, uncaring if he looks like some wanton slut, keeping himself still as the fingertip breached him. "You don't have to be too careful," he says, "I've had loads of practice. On myself, I mean," Tegoshi hurries to add when Massu looks up.
Massu's mouth falls open at that, to which Tegoshi would have laughed at had Massu not pushed the finger in fully in one go. It takes all of Tegoshi's willpower to keep his eyes open. "Wow," Massu whispers.
"You can put in one more," Tegoshi pants as he rocks his hips, moaning when Massu pulls his finger out and pushes two in. It's not gentle, granted, but the stretch and the look on Massu's face as he watches his fingers go in makes the extra burn worth it.
"Scissor your fingers a bit, not too fast. Mmm, that's it," Tegoshi encourages, thrusting his hips. "Just thrust it in and out gently. Your dick is going in there."
Massu does just that. "You really like this?" he asks, pushing his fingers until his knuckles. It hits something inside that causes Tegoshi to arch his back and his toes to curl.
"Oh god, yes! There!" Tegoshi cries, clutching desperately at the bed sheets.
"It looks amazing. I can't believe this actually feels good for you. Is it just you, or do all gay people like this?" Massu asks conversationally.
Tegoshi doesn't even think of being offended. Massu can say all he wants as long as he continues. But he should really correct Massu's perceptions. "I'm not gay," Tegoshi groans as Massu's fingers thrust in harder. "This can feel good to most men." He smirks with half-lidded eyes. "A girl can do this to you and it'll still feel good. And you can add another finger."
"Hmm, you'll have to let me try sometime then." Massu then pulls out his two fingers and presses in three. "You look like you're really enjoying this. Finally putting your slutty hips to good use."
Tegoshi's eyes roll back, both at Massu's words and his fingers slowly pushing in. He doesn't know what turns him on more: Massu's deep voice, the words that he never imagined Massu would say, Massu's willingness to actually do this, or the fingers stretching him.
Massu's fingers go even deeper, twisting inside and stretching much better than Tegoshi could ever do alone as he leans forward to whisper in Tegoshi's ear "you should see yourself, thrashing and moaning like a slut, like you can't wait to have my cock inside you." He pushes his fingers deeper, curving them to continuously hit Tegoshi's prostate. How Massu figured that one out, Tegoshi doesn't know, nor does he really care at this point.
"Please, fuck me now," Tegoshi gasps between moans, his fingernails digging into Massu's shoulders, crying when Massu nibbles on his earlobe. "Pleasepleasepleaseplease."
"I really can't say no when you beg like that." Tegoshi hears a foil packet being opened, and when the fingers are pulled out, something much bigger and blunter is placed just at his entrance. "Open your eyes."
Doing so is like moving through molasses, but when he manages, he sees Massu watching him. Massu is panting and sweaty, but the soft look in his eyes, the bright pink cheeks, and the gentle smile makes Tegoshi's heart beat faster, if that were even possible, even more than the idea of them actually having sex.
And when Massu pushes in, it's much bigger and more intense than Tegoshi ever dared to imagine. "Are you ok?" Massu asks about two centimetres in.
Tegoshi can only nod. "It burns a bit, but I can take it. Just go slowly, never had anything bigger than my fingers before."
Massu leans down at those words, nibbling and sucking on Tegoshi's lower lip while he goes further, lifting Tegoshi's legs onto his shoulders. Tegoshi can only cling onto Massu's arms, letting himself be devoured as he is stretched to his limit.
After what felt like eternity, Massu's pelvis hits Tegoshi's hips; they pant at each other's ear as they both adjust. Tegoshi feels so full, he's almost overwhelmed; he closes his eyes and commits the sensation to memory.
"Can I move?" Massu whispers. At Tegoshi's nod, Massu almost fully pulls out, then pushes in one smooth, slow stroke, hitting Tegoshi just right and causing him to scream. Massu's hand clutches one of his. "You really like this," Tegoshi hears the smirk in Massu's voice.
"I like you more," Tegoshi replies, cutting off any reply Massu would give to his confession. As if it matters anymore, now that they're actually fucking, but words make it more official. Tegoshi isn't quite ready to give up his fantasy yet, so he pumps his hips faster, encouraging Massu to move as fast and as hard as he wants.
Soon, both of them are panting into each other's mouthes as Massu thrusts in faster and harder, his hard, smooth stomach rubbing insistently against Tegoshi's cock, Tegoshi is almost drowning in the pleasure, with only Massu's hand in his grip to keep him afloat. His orgasm is so close he can practically count the seconds before he comes.
Massu mouths along Tegoshi's jaw. "I think I can like you too," he breathes into Tegoshi skin, so soft Tegoshi almost doesn't hear.
But he does. It's the last thing he registers before he becomes so comes with a high-pitched scream.
----
Something warm and wet being wiped on his stomach rouses Tegoshi. He opens his eyes when a large hand strokes his cheek.
"I must be really good if I can make you pass out like that," Massu grins at him. "You're disgusting right now. Want to take a shower?"
Tegoshi blinks again, trying to clear his head and comprehend what he's hearing and seeing. Massu's still here?
"Yes, I am," Massu chuckles. "Are you ok?"
"Fuck the bath. Let's do that tomorrow," Tegoshi croaks. He tugs at Massu's arm. "I'm clean enough. Come back to bed?"
Massu surprises him when he simply places the washcloth on the bedside table before crawling under the covers and wrapping his arms around Tegoshi. "You should have told me," he mutters as he tugs the covers over them with one arm
"Let's talk about that tomorrow, after the first tabloid prints your escapade into the gay nightlife."
"I think they'll write about how I went to your place after that," Massu replies.
Tegoshi snuggles deeper into Massu's arms. "Poor Kei-chan. I don't think his heart can take that kind of shock."
"Well, at least we've got one big scandal. And I didn't have to get anyone pregnant."