tactical trolling
Title: Tactical Trolling
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Taguchi Junnosuke
Rating/Warnings: R-- frottage
Word Count: 1173
Summary: It's a vicious cycle.
Notes: Written for the ficmeme, originally posted here.
Usually, Nakamaru considers himself to be kind and thoughtful most of the time. Lately, though, he's had a lot of fun teasing everyone else; he blames it on having to be on constant guard while filming for Dame na Yoru. One has to be a little cutthroat to survive each week.
It's after both he and Taguchi get mauled together (that ice was brutally cold, and it was a little terrifying to get manhandled too) that they linger back in their dressing room. Taguchi is still pouting over damp underwear, and Nakamaru really can't help laughing about it. Silently, of course.
"Taguchi," Nakamaru says. He's gotten an idea. Taguchi looks up at him, distracted from tugging at his still damp jeans. "We should get the others back, press their buttons a little."
That's how Nakamaru ends up hanging out with Taguchi, plotting over beers and trying to out-snipe each other in the newest war game.
*
Later that week, they rearrange Kame's bag. It's almost too funny to watch as he dumps everything out onto the nearest flat surface and frantically reorganizes things while muttering to himself. Nakamaru subtly bumps knuckles with Taguchi behind their backs.
Their next victim is Koki, though it's not nearly as bad as wrecking Kame's meticulous organization. It's just funny to keep calling him "cute" and "little" and "Kou-chan~" (that is all Taguchi, though) until his patience snaps and he tries to strangle Taguchi with the wallet chain he's been wearing lately. Once Nakamaru breaks apart that scuffle, Taguchi grins at him, and Nakamaru gets the weirdest feeling in his gut. He shakes it off, and the three of them get back to their vicious Mario Kart tournament.
Nakamaru's riding high on his trolling kick with Taguchi, and their next scheme is to get Ueda. They're in on a plan to punk Ueda on DameYoru, so it will probably be spectacular. When the presscon actually happens, Nakamaru finds that he and Taguchi feed off of each other's insufferability; Nakamaru has time to register that this is strange in the back of his mind but then he catches that Taguchi's just uttered the most ridiculous ring names for Ueda and he loses it.
It's probably one of the least attractive mouth noises Nakamaru has ever made, captured on film for posterity. It's what makes Nakamaru think that maybe, just maybe, Taguchi is trolling him too. He recovers quickly, though, and continues questioning Ueda and making notes as if he's actually going to write up an article.
*
It's much later that evening, and Nakamaru's had plenty of time to mull over his recent increase in voluntary time spent in the company of Taguchi. This is actually quite strange; it's gotten more and more okay to laugh at Taguchi's terrible jokes, and Nakamaru suspects that perhaps Junn-- no, Taguchi-- has finally gotten him too. The proof is in the way he almost slips up just then; Nakamaru needs to confront him. Preferably as soon as possible.
There isn't very much traffic at this hour, and Nakamaru is standing in front of Taguchi's door in record time. He presses the doorbell and steels his resolve; it's absurd to even consider that he likes Taguchi that much. Or maybe he does, because there's no other explanation for not being instantly aggravated at the looming way Taguchi has of leaning against door jambs.
Nakamaru brushes past him, without even waiting to be invited. It doesn’t seem to phase Taguchi one bit; he simply grins in that smug way he gets and shuts the door.
“What brings you here, Nakamaru-kun?” Taguchi’s drawl is less grating than usual, and that’s when Nakamaru knows he’s in trouble.
Frazzled, Nakamaru whirls to face Taguchi. Before he knows it, he’s wrapped his hands around Taguchi’s arms, and Nakamaru finds himself much closer than he’d meant to be. He’s sort of forgotten exactly why he’d come over. Nakamaru seems to be preoccupied with the way Taguchi’s collar bones jut out ever so slightly, and how warm his skin is under his fingers, and somehow Nakamaru is aware of how soft Taguchi’s lips are compared to his.
Taguchi makes a surprised sound, and that’s when Nakamaru realizes he’s kissing him. He tears himself away, scowling, and finally mumbles, “You think you can mess with me too? Playing your mind games, I’ll show you.”
Taguchi doesn’t say anything; he just looks dumbfounded and a little silly with his mouth hanging open. Nakamaru pulls him to the couch and pushes him down, then straddles Taguchi so he won’t get away. Finally Taguchi seems to get with the program, and then he’s the one pulling Nakamaru down for a kiss.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Nakamaru-kun,” he gasps between kissing and biting, “but I’m okay with this.”
“Just shut up!” Nakamaru hisses, planting his lips firmly against Taguchi’s. The other complies, far more interested in sneaking a hand to Nakamaru’s belt, and he doesn’t even realize he’s hard until the back of Taguchi’s hand brushes against him.
That’s when Nakamaru feels it; something hard is pressing against his thigh, and Nakamaru loses all reason.
Nakamaru’s free hand delves into Taguchi’s loose pants and gropes him roughly, and the only thing he gets in response is a delighted bit of choked-off laughter. He can’t help it when he pulls down Taguchi’s pants to get a better grip; Taguchi’s already had him out of his pants and underwear and in his hand for a good minute.
It’s more struggling and shifting on the couch, but soon enough Nakamaru has worked out the angles and he and Taguchi are rutting together, hands bumping together. For a second Nakamaru thinks he should probably be less into this, but he forcibly stops that train of thought. There are better things to do, things like biting down on Taguchi’s collar bones and stroking him faster.
Nakamaru thinks it’s lasting forever, but finally he gasps and comes, splattering over his hand and Junno’s mussed clothes. He’s startled when Junno finishes shortly after that, a low groan spilling from his lips as he spills over his and Nakamaru’s fingers.
The reality of what they’ve just done hits Nakamaru all at once, and he groans out loud. Taguchi makes a questioning noise in response, like he’s lost his ability to speak just from having orgasmed, and Nakamaru finally remembers what he’d meant to say before they’d gotten sidetracked.
“You’re not going to get to me like we got everyone else, dammit.” Nakamaru furrows his brow as he considers what he just said, and adds, “Just... don’t play any of your mind games with me.”
“Got it,” Taguchi mumbles. He’s quiet for a second, and then says, “What about other games?”
That Nakamaru can do. “Let’s clean up first.”
*
Needless to say, they still work together to be completely insufferable when the timing is appropriate. It’s fun to see their bandmates on edge every once in a while.
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Taguchi Junnosuke
Rating/Warnings: R-- frottage
Word Count: 1173
Summary: It's a vicious cycle.
Notes: Written for the ficmeme, originally posted here.
Usually, Nakamaru considers himself to be kind and thoughtful most of the time. Lately, though, he's had a lot of fun teasing everyone else; he blames it on having to be on constant guard while filming for Dame na Yoru. One has to be a little cutthroat to survive each week.
It's after both he and Taguchi get mauled together (that ice was brutally cold, and it was a little terrifying to get manhandled too) that they linger back in their dressing room. Taguchi is still pouting over damp underwear, and Nakamaru really can't help laughing about it. Silently, of course.
"Taguchi," Nakamaru says. He's gotten an idea. Taguchi looks up at him, distracted from tugging at his still damp jeans. "We should get the others back, press their buttons a little."
That's how Nakamaru ends up hanging out with Taguchi, plotting over beers and trying to out-snipe each other in the newest war game.
*
Later that week, they rearrange Kame's bag. It's almost too funny to watch as he dumps everything out onto the nearest flat surface and frantically reorganizes things while muttering to himself. Nakamaru subtly bumps knuckles with Taguchi behind their backs.
Their next victim is Koki, though it's not nearly as bad as wrecking Kame's meticulous organization. It's just funny to keep calling him "cute" and "little" and "Kou-chan~" (that is all Taguchi, though) until his patience snaps and he tries to strangle Taguchi with the wallet chain he's been wearing lately. Once Nakamaru breaks apart that scuffle, Taguchi grins at him, and Nakamaru gets the weirdest feeling in his gut. He shakes it off, and the three of them get back to their vicious Mario Kart tournament.
Nakamaru's riding high on his trolling kick with Taguchi, and their next scheme is to get Ueda. They're in on a plan to punk Ueda on DameYoru, so it will probably be spectacular. When the presscon actually happens, Nakamaru finds that he and Taguchi feed off of each other's insufferability; Nakamaru has time to register that this is strange in the back of his mind but then he catches that Taguchi's just uttered the most ridiculous ring names for Ueda and he loses it.
It's probably one of the least attractive mouth noises Nakamaru has ever made, captured on film for posterity. It's what makes Nakamaru think that maybe, just maybe, Taguchi is trolling him too. He recovers quickly, though, and continues questioning Ueda and making notes as if he's actually going to write up an article.
*
It's much later that evening, and Nakamaru's had plenty of time to mull over his recent increase in voluntary time spent in the company of Taguchi. This is actually quite strange; it's gotten more and more okay to laugh at Taguchi's terrible jokes, and Nakamaru suspects that perhaps Junn-- no, Taguchi-- has finally gotten him too. The proof is in the way he almost slips up just then; Nakamaru needs to confront him. Preferably as soon as possible.
There isn't very much traffic at this hour, and Nakamaru is standing in front of Taguchi's door in record time. He presses the doorbell and steels his resolve; it's absurd to even consider that he likes Taguchi that much. Or maybe he does, because there's no other explanation for not being instantly aggravated at the looming way Taguchi has of leaning against door jambs.
Nakamaru brushes past him, without even waiting to be invited. It doesn’t seem to phase Taguchi one bit; he simply grins in that smug way he gets and shuts the door.
“What brings you here, Nakamaru-kun?” Taguchi’s drawl is less grating than usual, and that’s when Nakamaru knows he’s in trouble.
Frazzled, Nakamaru whirls to face Taguchi. Before he knows it, he’s wrapped his hands around Taguchi’s arms, and Nakamaru finds himself much closer than he’d meant to be. He’s sort of forgotten exactly why he’d come over. Nakamaru seems to be preoccupied with the way Taguchi’s collar bones jut out ever so slightly, and how warm his skin is under his fingers, and somehow Nakamaru is aware of how soft Taguchi’s lips are compared to his.
Taguchi makes a surprised sound, and that’s when Nakamaru realizes he’s kissing him. He tears himself away, scowling, and finally mumbles, “You think you can mess with me too? Playing your mind games, I’ll show you.”
Taguchi doesn’t say anything; he just looks dumbfounded and a little silly with his mouth hanging open. Nakamaru pulls him to the couch and pushes him down, then straddles Taguchi so he won’t get away. Finally Taguchi seems to get with the program, and then he’s the one pulling Nakamaru down for a kiss.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Nakamaru-kun,” he gasps between kissing and biting, “but I’m okay with this.”
“Just shut up!” Nakamaru hisses, planting his lips firmly against Taguchi’s. The other complies, far more interested in sneaking a hand to Nakamaru’s belt, and he doesn’t even realize he’s hard until the back of Taguchi’s hand brushes against him.
That’s when Nakamaru feels it; something hard is pressing against his thigh, and Nakamaru loses all reason.
Nakamaru’s free hand delves into Taguchi’s loose pants and gropes him roughly, and the only thing he gets in response is a delighted bit of choked-off laughter. He can’t help it when he pulls down Taguchi’s pants to get a better grip; Taguchi’s already had him out of his pants and underwear and in his hand for a good minute.
It’s more struggling and shifting on the couch, but soon enough Nakamaru has worked out the angles and he and Taguchi are rutting together, hands bumping together. For a second Nakamaru thinks he should probably be less into this, but he forcibly stops that train of thought. There are better things to do, things like biting down on Taguchi’s collar bones and stroking him faster.
Nakamaru thinks it’s lasting forever, but finally he gasps and comes, splattering over his hand and Junno’s mussed clothes. He’s startled when Junno finishes shortly after that, a low groan spilling from his lips as he spills over his and Nakamaru’s fingers.
The reality of what they’ve just done hits Nakamaru all at once, and he groans out loud. Taguchi makes a questioning noise in response, like he’s lost his ability to speak just from having orgasmed, and Nakamaru finally remembers what he’d meant to say before they’d gotten sidetracked.
“You’re not going to get to me like we got everyone else, dammit.” Nakamaru furrows his brow as he considers what he just said, and adds, “Just... don’t play any of your mind games with me.”
“Got it,” Taguchi mumbles. He’s quiet for a second, and then says, “What about other games?”
That Nakamaru can do. “Let’s clean up first.”
*
Needless to say, they still work together to be completely insufferable when the timing is appropriate. It’s fun to see their bandmates on edge every once in a while.