Substitute Bellboys
Title: Substitute Bellboys
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Domyouji Tsukasa (Hana Yori Dango)/Mimura Takuya (YTM)/Yamada Taro (YTM)
Summary: Taro's face brightened, even though he was red and sweaty from hauling this idiot's bags up six flights of stairs.
Notes/Warnings: For the JE Spring Smut Meme, March 2010. Request for Domyouji to meet up with Mimura and Yamada. I still cannot write anything THAT filthy with the Yamada Taro boys. It was a really long prompt and I didn't do most of it, LOL, I'm sorry whoever you are but I would cry inside if I had to write in Rui/Makino too ;)
He'd finally gotten the web chat to work. The only problem was that it was 4:00 AM in Tokyo, so it wasn't a really good time to try and get a hold of the webcam he'd left with Taro's family. But Takuya had foregone sleep, foregone the opening mixer in one of the hotel's banquet rooms, and finally it was up and running.
New York was really far from home, but it was exciting to be visiting for the exchange. Students from prestigious high schools the world over were converging for the special event. Tomorrow they'd be visiting the United Nations. So it was kind of fun for Takuya, but he'd really had to drag Taro along. A few days without his family, and on the other side of the world no less.
But Taro was here, and he was downstairs, probably eating more than his own weight in appetizers. He just hoped the other boy wasn't planning to smuggle half of it back to Tokyo when they left.
He grabbed the name tag the event staff had given him and shut his laptop, heading for the elevators. There were students everywhere, shaking hands and talking to each other. Much as it would be good for him to chat with some other people, forge some connections, he would rather just find Taro.
His English wasn't very good at all, but a sheepish smile and Taro's name got him the information he needed. A redheaded girl from Germany almost lit up like fireworks at mention of Taro's name - Takuya didn't really understand what she was saying, but obviously his friend had charmed her. He charmed everyone. She pointed out and down the hall, and it seemed like Taro had left the mixer.
All that was down the hall was a door for the stairs. Why hadn't Taro taken the elevator? Takuya opened the door, staring at the numerous flights of stairs that winded up and up. He could hear Japanese - there was no mistaking it when he was in a foreign country.
“Those are expensive bags. Don't let them touch the floor!”
Well, it was Japanese, but it wasn't a voice he recognized. But someone answered the angry man. It was Taro.
“Of course, I'm sorry, Domyouji-san.”
“Domyouji-sama!”
Takuya's ire bubbled up in his stomach almost immediately. Who the hell was yelling at his friend like that? He took the steps two at a time, catching up to them on the sixth floor landing. Taro was carrying three heavy-looking suitcases all by himself while a person their age in a bright red trenchcoat carried nothing but a small travel pillow.
“What's going on here?” he asked, staring down Domyouji-sama and his fluffy permed hair.
“Who the hell are you?”
Taro's face brightened, even though he was red and sweaty from hauling this idiot's bags up six flights of stairs. “Oh! Mimura-kun! This is Domyouji-sama. He's from Tokyo, too.”
“And why are you carrying his things?”
“Oh, all the bellboys and elevators were busy. I volunteered,” Taro said with a smile, still not setting down the expensive luggage.
Takuya stared down this new Domyouji guy. He didn't look so tough. Why was he being such a jerk? How could anyone be rude to someone like Taro? Domyouji didn't like him either, staring at him with a twisted smile.
“This would never happen in one of our company's hotels,” Domyouji scoffed, smacking Taro in the shoulder with the travel pillow. “Come on, there's ten more flights to go. You're lighting dayburn.”
“What?” Taro asked, confusion riddling his features.
“Pfft, don't you know anything?” Domyouji chuckled, stomping up the stairs in his shiny shoes, leaving Taro and Takuya on the landing.
“I think he meant burning daylight,” Takuya said, taking one of the bags from under Taro's arm.
--
Takuya had tried to get Taro to stop being so nice once they got Domyouji's luggage inside his penthouse suite. They could get back to the mixer, go start a web chat if Taro's family was awake, but no. Taro didn't want to abandon his new friend.
“Domyouji-sama's friends didn't come with,” Taro had explained while they climbed up the last few flights of stairs. “He's probably lonely. That's why he's so mean.”
Takuya highly doubted that loneliness was the only reason this Domyouji was mean. He knew wealthy people - he was one after all. It was all too easy to belittle others when you had that much money and power.
Domyouji was relaxing on the bed, leaning against half a dozen pillows and wiggling his toes. “Are you attending the United Nations event tomorrow?” Taro asked, trying to start a conversation.
The other guy ignored the question, instead shaking his foot. “There were a lot of stairs. Massage it.”
“What is your problem?” Takuya asked angrily, putting an arm in front of Taro before he obediently started to rub the guy's foot. “They have massage service at the hotel. You made him carry all your stuff up here!”
“Mimura-kun...”
“See, he wants to. Or are you just jealous?”
Takuya's ears burned red. “Jealous? Me? You don't even know me!”
“It's okay. I rub my mom's feet all the time,” Taro said, squeezing his shoulder. “She says I'm not bad.”
Domyouji had a rather satisfied smile on his lips when Taro sat down on the end of the bed and started rubbing his foot. He made all these creepy sorts of sounds, biting his lip and leaning his head back against his pillows. Taro just looked pleased that he was making his new friend happy.
Takuya looked away, crossing his arms. This was stupid. They had lots of activities that weekend. “I'm going downstairs to sleep.”
“Okay,” Taro said, not catching the hint that maybe it was time to let Domyouji alone.
“Taro-kun...”
Domyouji giggled, a high-pitched giggle that didn't really match his grumpy, selfish demeanor. “It tickles!”
“Oh, I'm so sorry!”
Takuya didn't like to lose his temper, but this was just going to have to be one of those times. He'd spent hours setting up the web cam, and instead, Taro had made a new, rude friend. And yeah, maybe he was a bit jealous. Either way, he didn't need to stand here and watch another boy get a foot massage.
He slammed the door behind him, tugging the name tag lanyard off and trudging huffily to the elevator.
-
“Mimura-kun! Heeeey!”
Takuya woke, immediately smelling...alcohol?
The lamp on the bedside table went on, revealing Taro laying on the bed next to him with a giddy, unreal smile. It was creepy. Domyouji was standing on a chair.
“Were you...were you both drinking?!”
Taro hiccuped, a little embarrassed. His voice was rather noisy. “We got invited to a room with some girls from France! They had beer! I didn't want any but...”
“I know a model who lives in France and her name is Shizuka!” Domyouji announced loudly, and Takuya sshed him. Domyouji winked. “My best friend is in love with her, don't tell him I told you!”
Takuya rolled his eyes. “Go back upstairs. Taro-kun, how much did you drink?”
Taro held up a few fingers. “This times...uh...” He held up his other hand, wiggling a few more fingers. “Yeah, this times this.”
Thank god Takuya hadn't stayed up to chat with Taro's siblings. They didn't need to see their big brother drinking underage overseas with some rich jerk. He threw the comforter aside, walking to the door. “Come on, Domyouji-san, we can't get in trouble for this. You need to go upstairs.”
But instead, Domyouji hopped off the chair heavily, dragging Takuya back to the bed. “You didn't get a foot massage from your friend.”
“Do you even know his name?” Takuya grumbled, trying to push the other boy away, but he was still tired from being woken so suddenly. His back hit the mattress, and Taro was giggling and rubbing his feet.
It felt...well, it felt really good, and Takuya would have genuinely enjoyed it if he wasn't harboring two underage drinkers now on a rather expensive, prestigious weekend where they were all to be on their best behavior.
He was even more shocked when Domyouji grabbed him by the chin and started to kiss him.
“Mmfffhmm!” Takuya mumbled, squirming against him, but Domyouji held down his upper body and it seemed that Taro wasn't letting go of his lower half, his foot massage becoming an ankle massage and then a calf massage as his fingers snuck into his pajama bottoms.
Domyouji tasted like beer (well, Takuya assumed as much - he'd never really had beer), and his kisses were wet and sloppy. Why the hell was this guy kissing him, and why was he so different while drunk? Taro was still laughing, and Takuya tried to ignore the weirdness of the whole situation. Domyouji was insistent, and Takuya kind of liked it. But just a little.
Taro didn't seem jealous at all, just rubbing Takuya's calf muscles happily. Takuya kind of wished that Taro would be jealous, but who knows what he and this Domyouji had been up to between the French girls' party room and coming to attack Takuya in his sleep?
Takuya decided to kiss back once Taro's massaging fingers moved between his thighs, touching skin he'd probably never even think about touching if he was sober. Taro was pretty shy and oblivious after all, but with the beer in him, he was different.
“Special massage service,” Domyouji loudly whispered before pulling his mouth back. Takuya's moan of surprise was lost against Domyouji's lips when Taro's nimble fingers slid into his boxer shorts.
-
When Takuya woke again, Taro was curled up on the lower half of the bed, drooling a little near his knee. Domyouji had stolen all the blankets and had an arm behind Takuya's head.
Yeah, it really HAD happened. And he hadn't even been the drunk one. He could have totally said no, but Taro had been touching him so...
He sat up in fright, seeing the clock was already telling him it was 11:00 AM.
So much for the United Nations.
He laid back down, feeling Taro curl his arm around his leg and Domyouji rolling over and clinging to him like a stuffed animal. Takuya sighed. New York sure was a strange place.
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Domyouji Tsukasa (Hana Yori Dango)/Mimura Takuya (YTM)/Yamada Taro (YTM)
Summary: Taro's face brightened, even though he was red and sweaty from hauling this idiot's bags up six flights of stairs.
Notes/Warnings: For the JE Spring Smut Meme, March 2010. Request for Domyouji to meet up with Mimura and Yamada. I still cannot write anything THAT filthy with the Yamada Taro boys. It was a really long prompt and I didn't do most of it, LOL, I'm sorry whoever you are but I would cry inside if I had to write in Rui/Makino too ;)
He'd finally gotten the web chat to work. The only problem was that it was 4:00 AM in Tokyo, so it wasn't a really good time to try and get a hold of the webcam he'd left with Taro's family. But Takuya had foregone sleep, foregone the opening mixer in one of the hotel's banquet rooms, and finally it was up and running.
New York was really far from home, but it was exciting to be visiting for the exchange. Students from prestigious high schools the world over were converging for the special event. Tomorrow they'd be visiting the United Nations. So it was kind of fun for Takuya, but he'd really had to drag Taro along. A few days without his family, and on the other side of the world no less.
But Taro was here, and he was downstairs, probably eating more than his own weight in appetizers. He just hoped the other boy wasn't planning to smuggle half of it back to Tokyo when they left.
He grabbed the name tag the event staff had given him and shut his laptop, heading for the elevators. There were students everywhere, shaking hands and talking to each other. Much as it would be good for him to chat with some other people, forge some connections, he would rather just find Taro.
His English wasn't very good at all, but a sheepish smile and Taro's name got him the information he needed. A redheaded girl from Germany almost lit up like fireworks at mention of Taro's name - Takuya didn't really understand what she was saying, but obviously his friend had charmed her. He charmed everyone. She pointed out and down the hall, and it seemed like Taro had left the mixer.
All that was down the hall was a door for the stairs. Why hadn't Taro taken the elevator? Takuya opened the door, staring at the numerous flights of stairs that winded up and up. He could hear Japanese - there was no mistaking it when he was in a foreign country.
“Those are expensive bags. Don't let them touch the floor!”
Well, it was Japanese, but it wasn't a voice he recognized. But someone answered the angry man. It was Taro.
“Of course, I'm sorry, Domyouji-san.”
“Domyouji-sama!”
Takuya's ire bubbled up in his stomach almost immediately. Who the hell was yelling at his friend like that? He took the steps two at a time, catching up to them on the sixth floor landing. Taro was carrying three heavy-looking suitcases all by himself while a person their age in a bright red trenchcoat carried nothing but a small travel pillow.
“What's going on here?” he asked, staring down Domyouji-sama and his fluffy permed hair.
“Who the hell are you?”
Taro's face brightened, even though he was red and sweaty from hauling this idiot's bags up six flights of stairs. “Oh! Mimura-kun! This is Domyouji-sama. He's from Tokyo, too.”
“And why are you carrying his things?”
“Oh, all the bellboys and elevators were busy. I volunteered,” Taro said with a smile, still not setting down the expensive luggage.
Takuya stared down this new Domyouji guy. He didn't look so tough. Why was he being such a jerk? How could anyone be rude to someone like Taro? Domyouji didn't like him either, staring at him with a twisted smile.
“This would never happen in one of our company's hotels,” Domyouji scoffed, smacking Taro in the shoulder with the travel pillow. “Come on, there's ten more flights to go. You're lighting dayburn.”
“What?” Taro asked, confusion riddling his features.
“Pfft, don't you know anything?” Domyouji chuckled, stomping up the stairs in his shiny shoes, leaving Taro and Takuya on the landing.
“I think he meant burning daylight,” Takuya said, taking one of the bags from under Taro's arm.
--
Takuya had tried to get Taro to stop being so nice once they got Domyouji's luggage inside his penthouse suite. They could get back to the mixer, go start a web chat if Taro's family was awake, but no. Taro didn't want to abandon his new friend.
“Domyouji-sama's friends didn't come with,” Taro had explained while they climbed up the last few flights of stairs. “He's probably lonely. That's why he's so mean.”
Takuya highly doubted that loneliness was the only reason this Domyouji was mean. He knew wealthy people - he was one after all. It was all too easy to belittle others when you had that much money and power.
Domyouji was relaxing on the bed, leaning against half a dozen pillows and wiggling his toes. “Are you attending the United Nations event tomorrow?” Taro asked, trying to start a conversation.
The other guy ignored the question, instead shaking his foot. “There were a lot of stairs. Massage it.”
“What is your problem?” Takuya asked angrily, putting an arm in front of Taro before he obediently started to rub the guy's foot. “They have massage service at the hotel. You made him carry all your stuff up here!”
“Mimura-kun...”
“See, he wants to. Or are you just jealous?”
Takuya's ears burned red. “Jealous? Me? You don't even know me!”
“It's okay. I rub my mom's feet all the time,” Taro said, squeezing his shoulder. “She says I'm not bad.”
Domyouji had a rather satisfied smile on his lips when Taro sat down on the end of the bed and started rubbing his foot. He made all these creepy sorts of sounds, biting his lip and leaning his head back against his pillows. Taro just looked pleased that he was making his new friend happy.
Takuya looked away, crossing his arms. This was stupid. They had lots of activities that weekend. “I'm going downstairs to sleep.”
“Okay,” Taro said, not catching the hint that maybe it was time to let Domyouji alone.
“Taro-kun...”
Domyouji giggled, a high-pitched giggle that didn't really match his grumpy, selfish demeanor. “It tickles!”
“Oh, I'm so sorry!”
Takuya didn't like to lose his temper, but this was just going to have to be one of those times. He'd spent hours setting up the web cam, and instead, Taro had made a new, rude friend. And yeah, maybe he was a bit jealous. Either way, he didn't need to stand here and watch another boy get a foot massage.
He slammed the door behind him, tugging the name tag lanyard off and trudging huffily to the elevator.
-
“Mimura-kun! Heeeey!”
Takuya woke, immediately smelling...alcohol?
The lamp on the bedside table went on, revealing Taro laying on the bed next to him with a giddy, unreal smile. It was creepy. Domyouji was standing on a chair.
“Were you...were you both drinking?!”
Taro hiccuped, a little embarrassed. His voice was rather noisy. “We got invited to a room with some girls from France! They had beer! I didn't want any but...”
“I know a model who lives in France and her name is Shizuka!” Domyouji announced loudly, and Takuya sshed him. Domyouji winked. “My best friend is in love with her, don't tell him I told you!”
Takuya rolled his eyes. “Go back upstairs. Taro-kun, how much did you drink?”
Taro held up a few fingers. “This times...uh...” He held up his other hand, wiggling a few more fingers. “Yeah, this times this.”
Thank god Takuya hadn't stayed up to chat with Taro's siblings. They didn't need to see their big brother drinking underage overseas with some rich jerk. He threw the comforter aside, walking to the door. “Come on, Domyouji-san, we can't get in trouble for this. You need to go upstairs.”
But instead, Domyouji hopped off the chair heavily, dragging Takuya back to the bed. “You didn't get a foot massage from your friend.”
“Do you even know his name?” Takuya grumbled, trying to push the other boy away, but he was still tired from being woken so suddenly. His back hit the mattress, and Taro was giggling and rubbing his feet.
It felt...well, it felt really good, and Takuya would have genuinely enjoyed it if he wasn't harboring two underage drinkers now on a rather expensive, prestigious weekend where they were all to be on their best behavior.
He was even more shocked when Domyouji grabbed him by the chin and started to kiss him.
“Mmfffhmm!” Takuya mumbled, squirming against him, but Domyouji held down his upper body and it seemed that Taro wasn't letting go of his lower half, his foot massage becoming an ankle massage and then a calf massage as his fingers snuck into his pajama bottoms.
Domyouji tasted like beer (well, Takuya assumed as much - he'd never really had beer), and his kisses were wet and sloppy. Why the hell was this guy kissing him, and why was he so different while drunk? Taro was still laughing, and Takuya tried to ignore the weirdness of the whole situation. Domyouji was insistent, and Takuya kind of liked it. But just a little.
Taro didn't seem jealous at all, just rubbing Takuya's calf muscles happily. Takuya kind of wished that Taro would be jealous, but who knows what he and this Domyouji had been up to between the French girls' party room and coming to attack Takuya in his sleep?
Takuya decided to kiss back once Taro's massaging fingers moved between his thighs, touching skin he'd probably never even think about touching if he was sober. Taro was pretty shy and oblivious after all, but with the beer in him, he was different.
“Special massage service,” Domyouji loudly whispered before pulling his mouth back. Takuya's moan of surprise was lost against Domyouji's lips when Taro's nimble fingers slid into his boxer shorts.
-
When Takuya woke again, Taro was curled up on the lower half of the bed, drooling a little near his knee. Domyouji had stolen all the blankets and had an arm behind Takuya's head.
Yeah, it really HAD happened. And he hadn't even been the drunk one. He could have totally said no, but Taro had been touching him so...
He sat up in fright, seeing the clock was already telling him it was 11:00 AM.
So much for the United Nations.
He laid back down, feeling Taro curl his arm around his leg and Domyouji rolling over and clinging to him like a stuffed animal. Takuya sighed. New York sure was a strange place.