[KinKi Fic] An Unchaste Rendition of Romance
PWP in poor disguise, basically. (Without actual sex scene.) I blame the plot bunny. XP
Disclaimer: This writing is fictional and has no commercial purpose. Characters are real persons belonging to themselves.
Pairing: KinKi Kids
Genre: Romance, mild angst, mild sap, some attempted humor
Rating: PG-13, for explicit mentions of sex (thanks to kochan_addict for clarifying my perpetual confusion with this ^^0)
Summary: Tsuyoshi gets drunk and makes an inconceivable proposal.
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An Unchaste Rendition of Romance
"You're drunk," Kouichi says, the surprise clear in his semi-question.
Tsuyoshi turns a pair of clouded eyes at him. "Am I?"
Kouichi glances critically at the bottle between them. Anyone would be justified to go wild at their after-concert party, but Tsuyoshi has always been mindful of his poor tolerance. Kouichi thinks this is alarmingly out of character, as is the fact that Tsuyoshi has been sticking to his secluded side once the obligatory toasts are over, instead of chatting with the band members.
But if this is indeed indicative of any serious personal problem his partner has always been good at keeping mum about, then really, Kouichi would much rather have Tsuyoshi escaping to alcohol like this than going off into that lone, dark, mysterious world that he has no confidence in comprehending.
Still, Tsuyoshi shows no signs of pouring out his heart soon, merely spinning the glass in his hand in the interval before he enters the next round, going after the liquor in a subtly methodical way that Kouichi notices anyway. It is hard not to, with no one else at the table to distract his Tsuyoshi-defaulted focus; and well, it figures that Tsuyoshi will be a meticulous drunk.
So Kouichi starts talking, because Tsuyoshi is there, yet barely conscious let alone speaking or doodling or stringing chords; he goes from one geeky topic to another because Tsuyoshi's presence is strong around him yet the emptiness chokes the air like no awkward silence between them has ever done. He rattles off and waits for a half-joking admonishment, an exasperated response to shut him up.
And it comes.
"Kouichi," slurs his companion, the unusually hazy gaze fixed on the bridge of his nose, a halfhearted eye contact just enough to gauge a reaction. "We need to have sex."
Kouichi's blood flow stops for a split second.
Tsuyoshi turns his eyes away before Kouichi can search them, and goes for another sip. The brim of the glass hides the potentially existent smirk that Kouichi is trying to find, and no mischievous expression lingers by the time Tsuyoshi's chin drops lazily onto his arm on top of the table.
Kouichi thinks even Tsuyoshi shouldn't be able to pull off this sort of gag under such heavy alcoholic influence -- it must be him who has taken the words the wrong way because of this sudden strange atmosphere inside the dimmed function room.
Surely Tsuyoshi does not mean with each other.
"Why suddenly..." He laughs, careful to make the shakiness sound blamable on the liquor. He has, after all, matched Tsuyoshi glass for glass, though himself of course is far from his limit. "Have all those talks about us aging finally gotten to you?"
"We're aged all right," Tsuyoshi tells the bottle. "Sixteen years together is long enough."
Kouichi's heartbeat jumps up several gears. Tsuyoshi does mean with each other.
"You're drunk," he reiterates, losing all care about keeping his voice even.
"Maybe?" Tsuyoshi replies carelessly. The vague flush on that face rushes into Kouichi's adrenalin, now that his thoughts have been steered in that direction.
"Definitely," Kouichi mumbles, and contemplates the credibility of the saying in vino veritas.
Tsuyoshi laughs softly as he lifts a hand to pour his next glass. "True. We wouldn't talk about this normally."
"Not since we were teens," Kouichi agrees, recalling an extremely awkward discussion to establish the limits of fan-service in their early years.
"We totally missed the timing, huh," Tsuyoshi says slowly, either from contemplation or from the struggle to stay coherent. "We could have used young hormones as an excuse back then."
Kouichi knows Tsuyoshi doesn't actually take the matter that lightly, just as Kouichi doesn't really mean what himself says next. "Alcohol will be just as convenient an excuse."
"Do you remember things afterwards?" Tsuyoshi asks. "The things you do while you are dead drunk?"
"Some," Kouichi answers, and thinks with increasing anxiety that sexual intercourse has never ended up outside that set.
Tsuyoshi ponders. "I have no idea if I will."
Kouichi glances at him thoughtfully. "You probably will," he remarks. "Your mind is calculative like that."
Tsuyoshi lets out a snicker, and rubs his knuckles on his forehead for a temporary relief from the headache. "Then we'd better move away from this topic fast."
"Sly," Kouichi mutters to himself. He would admit to having been a tease just as many times as Tsuyoshi has, but unlike his methods, Tsuyoshi's are almost always more roundabout and hence unaddressed.
Tsuyoshi hears that, perhaps. "We are too close," he justifies without lifting his face, in the same emotion-ridden voice Kouichi has heard crooning those depressing solos. "Too close to afford getting intimate."
Tsuyoshi's cryptic logic rarely works on tunnel-visioned Kouichi, but even if he forgets to rephrase this time, Kouichi understands it perfectly.
And Kouichi understands something else, too -- the reason for the methodical emptying of the bottle, carefully paced and really, really slow, as Tsuyoshi was apparently trying to keep up with his far better drinking capacity, enough to get to this, to find out his response to the unthinkable proposal before going through with it or giving up on it completely.
"Let's go," he says, and slings Tsuyoshi's arm over his shoulder as he stands up.
"Where...?" Tsuyoshi fights the spinning view as he follows the pull.
Kouichi turns to look straight at his partner before he replies, just in case words are not enough. "My place."
Tsuyoshi looks back at him, struggling to keep the heavy eyelids up while the answer registers.
"You're drunk," he accuses finally, but obediently stumbles along with Kouichi to the side door.
"Maybe," Kouichi says, and leans into the feel of Tsuyoshi's skin so it won't be a lie.
--
The throbbing head is expected, but there is also a surprisingly strong sense of... cleanliness.
The bed cover is soft around his bare body, the mild scent of Kouichi's shampoo helping to relieve some of the headache as he buries his nose into the pillow. He remembers the shower indeed. He has been too wasted to bother, but Kouichi of course wouldn't let it pass, that clean freak.
He flips on his back, and finds the stronger scent emitting from the longer hair of said clean freak, lying next to him on the spacious bed.
Kouichi's eyes open slowly, probably awakened by the movement he just made.
"Morning," Tsuyoshi mumbles, the clearest he can manage with the awful dryness in his mouth.
"Mmm... morning." Kouichi pushes himself up slightly. The blanket slides down to reveal his upper torso.
Tsuyoshi looks on blankly for a while, waiting for his self-consciousness to catch up amidst the disorientation. Even when he's prepared, the morning after is sure to be awkward. It's a good thing his memory of the night seems to stop at the shower.
...Then again, if he has fallen asleep right after that...
And the soreness is curiously missing, too.
"Are you okay?" Kouichi asks, watching his baffled expression with concern. "Is the hangover very bad?"
Tsuyoshi shakes his head. "I don't seem to remember..." He stops.
"Oh, there's really nothing much to remember," Kouichi replies, rubbing his eyes. "We haven't done *that*."
Tsuyoshi looks up at him at once, eyes filled with rare uncertainty and a hint of fear.
The reaction surprises Kouichi, but he recovers quickly enough. "Attractive as you may be," he says, a little amused, "I'm perfectly capable of restraining myself from attacking an unconscious person."
Tsuyoshi stares a bit more, then draws the blanket over his head with a groan.
"What are you suddenly embarrassed about?" Kouichi laughs.
The bundle tightens itself.
Kouichi pokes it. "Tsuyoshi?"
"Stop that." An irritated mumble comes out as the bundle twists away from the pokes.
Kouichi stops poking, and moves a leg over to straddle it.
"You started this," he reminds his partner.
There is a moment's silence, then Tsuyoshi emerges from the blanket with a sigh. "So I did." He frowns at their situation. "Move."
For once, Kouichi ignores his order. "Just wondering... what brought this about?"
Tsuyoshi holds his gaze for a long second. "You."
Kouichi falters a little. "What about me?"
"You, stealing looks at me when I was wrapping up the MC for your birthday celebration, with a melting expression as if you were expecting something more."
Kouichi scratches his head. "Well, after last year's..."
"Well, that one was probably my fault... but then you also flirted *a whole lot* with me on stage afterwards, so I thought we were okay."
"Of course we were okay," Kouichi says. "Haven't we done worse stunts during the year-long tour, too?"
"But this year... you were very quiet yesterday."
Kouichi fidgets. "Ah..."
Tsuyoshi waits, but no more explanation comes forth. He continues reluctantly. "Somehow, that made me feel that the... sexual tension... is starting to get... dangerous."
"Mmm." Kouichi looks down. "To say that I wasn't disappointed would be a lie." He begins drawing circles on Tsuyoshi's stomach.
"What are you doing? That tickles." Tsuyoshi catches his hand to remove it. He sits up, pulling his blanketed legs from under Kouichi while wincing from the dizziness that seems to follow every major movement. "I should go home... and take some medication for this."
Kouichi looks at him. "But aren't we going to..."
Tsuyoshi hesitates. "I don't think it's a good idea now that we're sober."
Kouichi pouts. "What's this, you'll only do it with me as a drunken one-night stand?"
"I'm a coward," Tsuyoshi answers lightly. "I have to see you nearly everyday."
"What difference does it make? You'll still remember having done it."
"But not in vivid details, I hope."
Kouichi frowns. "It's not like we haven't seen each other naked before."
"Exactly. And we will likely see each other naked again in the future. Some people's imagination is actually less stoic than yours, you know."
Kouichi pauses. "To be honest..."
"Ah, ah!" Tsuyoshi hurriedly puts a hand out to stop him. "I get it. Don't say it."
"So." Kouichi glances at him. "It shouldn't matter anymore now, I suppose."
Tsuyoshi breaks out a nervous laughter. "No, that's still--"
"Should I go and get the wine, then?" Kouichi leans forward anxiously. "Higashiyama-san gave me really expensive ones the other day."
Tsuyoshi cringes, the nausea returning at the mention of liquor. "Are you trying to kill me?"
"Certainly not. I do prefer getting lively reactions," Kouichi answers seriously.
Tsuyoshi rolls his eyes. "What a cold-blooded line to say to someone you're trying to get to sleep with you."
Kouichi takes offense. "Be glad that I'm not good in that department. You on the other hand..."
Tsuyoshi sighs, then cups Kouichi's face in his hands to pull him in and kiss him on the mouth, alcohol morning breath be damned.
"In that case, speak less, Kouichi-san."
Kouichi breaks into a wide silly grin.
Tsuyoshi drops his back on the bed, eyes turned towards the irrelevant scenery out the window. The poker face is hard to maintain when it is blushing against his will.
Kouichi's hands settle gently beside his arms, and he slowly turns back to meet the intense gaze, just to make sure the right emotions are there -- a little gentler than lust, a little stronger than kindness.
He soon realizes it is unnecessary; it's the same look as the one he has come to memorize for more than ten years.
Still, he doesn't regret having braved the eye contact for another endearing discovery: the finer form of awkwardness, the cruder form of happiness.
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Disclaimer: This writing is fictional and has no commercial purpose. Characters are real persons belonging to themselves.
Pairing: KinKi Kids
Genre: Romance, mild angst, mild sap, some attempted humor
Rating: PG-13, for explicit mentions of sex (thanks to kochan_addict for clarifying my perpetual confusion with this ^^0)
Summary: Tsuyoshi gets drunk and makes an inconceivable proposal.
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An Unchaste Rendition of Romance
"You're drunk," Kouichi says, the surprise clear in his semi-question.
Tsuyoshi turns a pair of clouded eyes at him. "Am I?"
Kouichi glances critically at the bottle between them. Anyone would be justified to go wild at their after-concert party, but Tsuyoshi has always been mindful of his poor tolerance. Kouichi thinks this is alarmingly out of character, as is the fact that Tsuyoshi has been sticking to his secluded side once the obligatory toasts are over, instead of chatting with the band members.
But if this is indeed indicative of any serious personal problem his partner has always been good at keeping mum about, then really, Kouichi would much rather have Tsuyoshi escaping to alcohol like this than going off into that lone, dark, mysterious world that he has no confidence in comprehending.
Still, Tsuyoshi shows no signs of pouring out his heart soon, merely spinning the glass in his hand in the interval before he enters the next round, going after the liquor in a subtly methodical way that Kouichi notices anyway. It is hard not to, with no one else at the table to distract his Tsuyoshi-defaulted focus; and well, it figures that Tsuyoshi will be a meticulous drunk.
So Kouichi starts talking, because Tsuyoshi is there, yet barely conscious let alone speaking or doodling or stringing chords; he goes from one geeky topic to another because Tsuyoshi's presence is strong around him yet the emptiness chokes the air like no awkward silence between them has ever done. He rattles off and waits for a half-joking admonishment, an exasperated response to shut him up.
And it comes.
"Kouichi," slurs his companion, the unusually hazy gaze fixed on the bridge of his nose, a halfhearted eye contact just enough to gauge a reaction. "We need to have sex."
Kouichi's blood flow stops for a split second.
Tsuyoshi turns his eyes away before Kouichi can search them, and goes for another sip. The brim of the glass hides the potentially existent smirk that Kouichi is trying to find, and no mischievous expression lingers by the time Tsuyoshi's chin drops lazily onto his arm on top of the table.
Kouichi thinks even Tsuyoshi shouldn't be able to pull off this sort of gag under such heavy alcoholic influence -- it must be him who has taken the words the wrong way because of this sudden strange atmosphere inside the dimmed function room.
Surely Tsuyoshi does not mean with each other.
"Why suddenly..." He laughs, careful to make the shakiness sound blamable on the liquor. He has, after all, matched Tsuyoshi glass for glass, though himself of course is far from his limit. "Have all those talks about us aging finally gotten to you?"
"We're aged all right," Tsuyoshi tells the bottle. "Sixteen years together is long enough."
Kouichi's heartbeat jumps up several gears. Tsuyoshi does mean with each other.
"You're drunk," he reiterates, losing all care about keeping his voice even.
"Maybe?" Tsuyoshi replies carelessly. The vague flush on that face rushes into Kouichi's adrenalin, now that his thoughts have been steered in that direction.
"Definitely," Kouichi mumbles, and contemplates the credibility of the saying in vino veritas.
Tsuyoshi laughs softly as he lifts a hand to pour his next glass. "True. We wouldn't talk about this normally."
"Not since we were teens," Kouichi agrees, recalling an extremely awkward discussion to establish the limits of fan-service in their early years.
"We totally missed the timing, huh," Tsuyoshi says slowly, either from contemplation or from the struggle to stay coherent. "We could have used young hormones as an excuse back then."
Kouichi knows Tsuyoshi doesn't actually take the matter that lightly, just as Kouichi doesn't really mean what himself says next. "Alcohol will be just as convenient an excuse."
"Do you remember things afterwards?" Tsuyoshi asks. "The things you do while you are dead drunk?"
"Some," Kouichi answers, and thinks with increasing anxiety that sexual intercourse has never ended up outside that set.
Tsuyoshi ponders. "I have no idea if I will."
Kouichi glances at him thoughtfully. "You probably will," he remarks. "Your mind is calculative like that."
Tsuyoshi lets out a snicker, and rubs his knuckles on his forehead for a temporary relief from the headache. "Then we'd better move away from this topic fast."
"Sly," Kouichi mutters to himself. He would admit to having been a tease just as many times as Tsuyoshi has, but unlike his methods, Tsuyoshi's are almost always more roundabout and hence unaddressed.
Tsuyoshi hears that, perhaps. "We are too close," he justifies without lifting his face, in the same emotion-ridden voice Kouichi has heard crooning those depressing solos. "Too close to afford getting intimate."
Tsuyoshi's cryptic logic rarely works on tunnel-visioned Kouichi, but even if he forgets to rephrase this time, Kouichi understands it perfectly.
And Kouichi understands something else, too -- the reason for the methodical emptying of the bottle, carefully paced and really, really slow, as Tsuyoshi was apparently trying to keep up with his far better drinking capacity, enough to get to this, to find out his response to the unthinkable proposal before going through with it or giving up on it completely.
"Let's go," he says, and slings Tsuyoshi's arm over his shoulder as he stands up.
"Where...?" Tsuyoshi fights the spinning view as he follows the pull.
Kouichi turns to look straight at his partner before he replies, just in case words are not enough. "My place."
Tsuyoshi looks back at him, struggling to keep the heavy eyelids up while the answer registers.
"You're drunk," he accuses finally, but obediently stumbles along with Kouichi to the side door.
"Maybe," Kouichi says, and leans into the feel of Tsuyoshi's skin so it won't be a lie.
--
The throbbing head is expected, but there is also a surprisingly strong sense of... cleanliness.
The bed cover is soft around his bare body, the mild scent of Kouichi's shampoo helping to relieve some of the headache as he buries his nose into the pillow. He remembers the shower indeed. He has been too wasted to bother, but Kouichi of course wouldn't let it pass, that clean freak.
He flips on his back, and finds the stronger scent emitting from the longer hair of said clean freak, lying next to him on the spacious bed.
Kouichi's eyes open slowly, probably awakened by the movement he just made.
"Morning," Tsuyoshi mumbles, the clearest he can manage with the awful dryness in his mouth.
"Mmm... morning." Kouichi pushes himself up slightly. The blanket slides down to reveal his upper torso.
Tsuyoshi looks on blankly for a while, waiting for his self-consciousness to catch up amidst the disorientation. Even when he's prepared, the morning after is sure to be awkward. It's a good thing his memory of the night seems to stop at the shower.
...Then again, if he has fallen asleep right after that...
And the soreness is curiously missing, too.
"Are you okay?" Kouichi asks, watching his baffled expression with concern. "Is the hangover very bad?"
Tsuyoshi shakes his head. "I don't seem to remember..." He stops.
"Oh, there's really nothing much to remember," Kouichi replies, rubbing his eyes. "We haven't done *that*."
Tsuyoshi looks up at him at once, eyes filled with rare uncertainty and a hint of fear.
The reaction surprises Kouichi, but he recovers quickly enough. "Attractive as you may be," he says, a little amused, "I'm perfectly capable of restraining myself from attacking an unconscious person."
Tsuyoshi stares a bit more, then draws the blanket over his head with a groan.
"What are you suddenly embarrassed about?" Kouichi laughs.
The bundle tightens itself.
Kouichi pokes it. "Tsuyoshi?"
"Stop that." An irritated mumble comes out as the bundle twists away from the pokes.
Kouichi stops poking, and moves a leg over to straddle it.
"You started this," he reminds his partner.
There is a moment's silence, then Tsuyoshi emerges from the blanket with a sigh. "So I did." He frowns at their situation. "Move."
For once, Kouichi ignores his order. "Just wondering... what brought this about?"
Tsuyoshi holds his gaze for a long second. "You."
Kouichi falters a little. "What about me?"
"You, stealing looks at me when I was wrapping up the MC for your birthday celebration, with a melting expression as if you were expecting something more."
Kouichi scratches his head. "Well, after last year's..."
"Well, that one was probably my fault... but then you also flirted *a whole lot* with me on stage afterwards, so I thought we were okay."
"Of course we were okay," Kouichi says. "Haven't we done worse stunts during the year-long tour, too?"
"But this year... you were very quiet yesterday."
Kouichi fidgets. "Ah..."
Tsuyoshi waits, but no more explanation comes forth. He continues reluctantly. "Somehow, that made me feel that the... sexual tension... is starting to get... dangerous."
"Mmm." Kouichi looks down. "To say that I wasn't disappointed would be a lie." He begins drawing circles on Tsuyoshi's stomach.
"What are you doing? That tickles." Tsuyoshi catches his hand to remove it. He sits up, pulling his blanketed legs from under Kouichi while wincing from the dizziness that seems to follow every major movement. "I should go home... and take some medication for this."
Kouichi looks at him. "But aren't we going to..."
Tsuyoshi hesitates. "I don't think it's a good idea now that we're sober."
Kouichi pouts. "What's this, you'll only do it with me as a drunken one-night stand?"
"I'm a coward," Tsuyoshi answers lightly. "I have to see you nearly everyday."
"What difference does it make? You'll still remember having done it."
"But not in vivid details, I hope."
Kouichi frowns. "It's not like we haven't seen each other naked before."
"Exactly. And we will likely see each other naked again in the future. Some people's imagination is actually less stoic than yours, you know."
Kouichi pauses. "To be honest..."
"Ah, ah!" Tsuyoshi hurriedly puts a hand out to stop him. "I get it. Don't say it."
"So." Kouichi glances at him. "It shouldn't matter anymore now, I suppose."
Tsuyoshi breaks out a nervous laughter. "No, that's still--"
"Should I go and get the wine, then?" Kouichi leans forward anxiously. "Higashiyama-san gave me really expensive ones the other day."
Tsuyoshi cringes, the nausea returning at the mention of liquor. "Are you trying to kill me?"
"Certainly not. I do prefer getting lively reactions," Kouichi answers seriously.
Tsuyoshi rolls his eyes. "What a cold-blooded line to say to someone you're trying to get to sleep with you."
Kouichi takes offense. "Be glad that I'm not good in that department. You on the other hand..."
Tsuyoshi sighs, then cups Kouichi's face in his hands to pull him in and kiss him on the mouth, alcohol morning breath be damned.
"In that case, speak less, Kouichi-san."
Kouichi breaks into a wide silly grin.
Tsuyoshi drops his back on the bed, eyes turned towards the irrelevant scenery out the window. The poker face is hard to maintain when it is blushing against his will.
Kouichi's hands settle gently beside his arms, and he slowly turns back to meet the intense gaze, just to make sure the right emotions are there -- a little gentler than lust, a little stronger than kindness.
He soon realizes it is unnecessary; it's the same look as the one he has come to memorize for more than ten years.
Still, he doesn't regret having braved the eye contact for another endearing discovery: the finer form of awkwardness, the cruder form of happiness.
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