[fic] Babysitting..?
Usually Nagase would drag Yamaguchi out for a drink on a Friday-night, but the bassist has been annoyingly chirpy lately. Nagase reckons that is because all to-be daddies are like that.
He swears that at least HE won't let becoming a parent to affect his IQ. No, he will definitely remain as he is.
So he heads for one of the bars he used to go to with Koichi when they were younger. Normally he would pick another place, but tonight.. Maybe he needs some young and cheerful people around.
Make that young and cheerful people, who do not talk about breast-pumps, potties and strollers.
The club hasn't changed: western techno-music, some smoke, bright neon lights. It's also pretty packed, and by the time Nagase makes it to the bar, he really is thirsty. He takes two beers and nurses them while standing by a high table and letting his gaze roam around the dance floor.
Some girls are obviously too early in the Easter-mood, since they're dressed up as bunnies and having a merry gathering in the middle of the club. Then there are some guys, that can't be much older than the obligatory 20, in the last booth...
Nagase doesn't get a chance to analyze further, when he feels someone tug at his sleeve. He turns around, but sees no one. So he tries again and directs his gaze downwards. Bingo.
There's a pretty girl, clad in glittery blue, who grins up at him and drags him to one of the booths. She is Aiko, and she introduces Nagase to all of her seven friends (whose names Nagase forgets straight away). The time flies and Nagase finds himself having his arms around two girls and letting a third girl give him sips from the bubbly pink drink she'd holding.
That was the setting when someone tapped Nagase's shoulder. He swore quickly in his head and was almost sure he'd meet a jealous boyfriend. That was why he was reluctant to turn around.
His instincts had been, for once, right about the bad vibes, but this was bound to be a lot worse.
"This" were three of his juniors from the agency: Nishikido, Masuda, and last but definitely not least, Tegoshi.
The youngest boy looked quite delicious and was drawing a lot of looks. Tight black trousers hugged the slender body and the gleaming dark shirt had four buttons (Nagase counted) from the top undone.
As soon as he fixed his eyes on Tegoshi, Nishikido moved closer on instinct and wrapped a protective arm around the younger boy's waist.
Tegoshi was completely oblivious. He was trying to fix his bangs from his eyes by blowing on them, but since they wouldn't budge, he snuggled his forehead against Nishikido in a good-natured way and somehow, like magic, his hair fell straight into it's place.
Nagase could have sworn that Nishikido smirked smugly, but the expression was gone in a flash before he had a chance to call the other on it.
"What a surprise to see you here, Nagase-senpai", were Masuda's first words.
"It's been a long time. Ne, Nagase-senpai?" and Tegoshi tilted his head adorably, just a little to the left.
"Eeeh.. well, ye-eah.." Nagase stuttered, dumbfounded.
"Hope you won't mind if we join you. We're celebrating Tego-nyan's spring break", Nishikido said and sat down opposite Nagase, pulling Tegoshi right next to himself.
Nagase blinks. He is not quite sure when the girls had left him alone in the booth.
Masuda orders some drinks and snacks from a passing waiter and starts an animated, one-sided discussion about different places where he likes to eat and asks, what Nagase would suggest since lately he's been on the mood for trying some new restaurants..
Needless to say, Nagase isn't exactly listening.
He is paying attention to Nishikido and Tegoshi, who lean closer to each other from time to time, to speak in low voices and then laugh and share glances.
"..and then I told Yamada-san that he makes the best gyoza in whole Tokyo.. Nagase-senpai? You listening?"
"Yeah", Nagase grunts as reply.
Masuda looks satisfied, smiles broadly and keeps talking.
The drinks arrive, but the waitress has taken her apron off and when she has put the tray on the table, she takes a shy glance at Tegoshi and says, hesitating:
"I am having my break now, so I was thinking.. would you like to dance for a while with me?"
"Sure" Tegoshi's smile is happy and before he stands up, he says: "I'll be right back, ne?"
The girl's gaze flickers towards Nishikido and the older boy gives a slight nod. Only then does the couple head for the dance floor.
Nagase stares.
"If people dare to hurt Tego-nyan, I'll make sure they pay for it." is the only explanation Nishikido offers before reaching for a drink.
Masuda tries to laugh, nod and eat his ice sorbet all at once, but can't manage and just attacks the alcohol-filled sorbet with a giant spoon.
"Yes, Nishikido-kun always looks after Tegoshi. He is such a good senior. Just like Nagase-senpai is now watching over us all. Ne?" he manages then some minutes later.
After a few songs Tegoshi returns to the table, but remains standing by Nishikido's side and leans down to take a sip from his glass.
"Hnnn.. it's too bitter. Ryo-tan is really manly to drink such one, ne?" he wrinkles his nose a little bit.
Nagase is highly alarmed that the first syllable was clearly a moan, and that he better not let that fact sink in.
Nishikido reaches for the tray that lays forgotten in front of Masuda and tugs it away from the boy because he has alone finished almost all the little snacks that were placed neatly in the bowls.
There is some chocolate left, and Nishikido picks up a heart-shaped piece, offering it to Tegoshi, who leans even closer and takes the sweet with his lips directly from his fingers.
"A lot better. Thank you.. I wonder if they have some drinks here that have chocolate in them.." Masuda stops eating when he hears Tegoshi's words and heads for the bar right away.
"Oh, Ryo-tan. I'm sorry, you still have some choco left on your fingers" When Nagase hears that, he expects Tegoshi just to take one of the napkins on the tray and give it to Nishikido.
What he doesn't expect is the younger boy drawing Nishikido's palm up, closer to his face, and playfully sucking the remaining, melted chocolate off of the fingers.
Nagase's eyes widen. Then he directs them into his pint and doesn't plan to look up anytime soon.
He hears Nishikido chuckle, low, and then there's a bubbly, pink drink with a red straw under his nose.
Nagase is not sure if it's safe to raise his gaze, but he does it anyway.
And boy, does he wish that he hadn't.
Tegoshi is leaning over the table, his slim hips resting on its edge. One more button of his fitting shirt has become undone during the night and Nagase gets glimpses of white skin.
He remembers how one of the girls had done that earlier. How her outfit had consisted of a flimsy top and a miniskirt. How her breasts almost had bumped out, when she had leaned over to give him a drink. How she had batted her lashes and even licked her lips.
That had made Nagase quite self-satisfied.
But now when Tegoshi is just smiling a little and offering him a sip, why does he feel all hot and bothered? Why does he have a sudden urge to grab the boy's hand and pull him over? Why does he want to..
Nagase shakes his head violently, smacks his own cheeks twice and practically jumps over Masuda when trying to get out of the booth in a flash.
"Gotta go. But this is all on me.. It's definitely on me. I'm your senior anyway. So, just go home soon and.. have a good sleep with..fairies and.. other things. Bye." Nagase dashes to the bar, leaving two of his juniors bewildered behind.
The one who is not bewildered is, of course, Nishikido. He leads the two out, helps Masuda in a cab and begins to guide Tegoshi towards the metro station, his arm around the younger one's shoulders.
"Ne, Ryo-tan.. Nagase-senpai was a bit weird today, wasn't he?"
"You think?" a snort.
"It was not at all how he is when we usually hang out. Do you think he's coming down with a cold or something?"
That night Nagase doesn't go straight home, nor does he end up banging on Mabo's front door and throwing stones to the drummer's window.
No, he heads straight for a strip-bar and gets comfortable in the darkest booth.
When he wakes up between two blonde western women the next morning, he sighs in relief.
He had KNOWN he didn't swing "that way".
It had just been the drunken mind of his that had played tricks with Tegoshi.
Yeah, that must have been it. The thought puts him at ease instantly.
Then he snuggles closer to the other woman, thinking that nothing beats a breast-pillow.
Except real ones. So maybe Gussan was on to something with all the pump-talk.
He should definitely offer himself as a babysitter next summer.
Somewhere afar, Yamaguchi's wife feels chills crawling up her spine.
A/N2: again not posted around because.. it is crack and bad and just for the challenge and i.. as usual.
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He swears that at least HE won't let becoming a parent to affect his IQ. No, he will definitely remain as he is.
So he heads for one of the bars he used to go to with Koichi when they were younger. Normally he would pick another place, but tonight.. Maybe he needs some young and cheerful people around.
Make that young and cheerful people, who do not talk about breast-pumps, potties and strollers.
The club hasn't changed: western techno-music, some smoke, bright neon lights. It's also pretty packed, and by the time Nagase makes it to the bar, he really is thirsty. He takes two beers and nurses them while standing by a high table and letting his gaze roam around the dance floor.
Some girls are obviously too early in the Easter-mood, since they're dressed up as bunnies and having a merry gathering in the middle of the club. Then there are some guys, that can't be much older than the obligatory 20, in the last booth...
Nagase doesn't get a chance to analyze further, when he feels someone tug at his sleeve. He turns around, but sees no one. So he tries again and directs his gaze downwards. Bingo.
There's a pretty girl, clad in glittery blue, who grins up at him and drags him to one of the booths. She is Aiko, and she introduces Nagase to all of her seven friends (whose names Nagase forgets straight away). The time flies and Nagase finds himself having his arms around two girls and letting a third girl give him sips from the bubbly pink drink she'd holding.
That was the setting when someone tapped Nagase's shoulder. He swore quickly in his head and was almost sure he'd meet a jealous boyfriend. That was why he was reluctant to turn around.
His instincts had been, for once, right about the bad vibes, but this was bound to be a lot worse.
"This" were three of his juniors from the agency: Nishikido, Masuda, and last but definitely not least, Tegoshi.
The youngest boy looked quite delicious and was drawing a lot of looks. Tight black trousers hugged the slender body and the gleaming dark shirt had four buttons (Nagase counted) from the top undone.
As soon as he fixed his eyes on Tegoshi, Nishikido moved closer on instinct and wrapped a protective arm around the younger boy's waist.
Tegoshi was completely oblivious. He was trying to fix his bangs from his eyes by blowing on them, but since they wouldn't budge, he snuggled his forehead against Nishikido in a good-natured way and somehow, like magic, his hair fell straight into it's place.
Nagase could have sworn that Nishikido smirked smugly, but the expression was gone in a flash before he had a chance to call the other on it.
"What a surprise to see you here, Nagase-senpai", were Masuda's first words.
"It's been a long time. Ne, Nagase-senpai?" and Tegoshi tilted his head adorably, just a little to the left.
"Eeeh.. well, ye-eah.." Nagase stuttered, dumbfounded.
"Hope you won't mind if we join you. We're celebrating Tego-nyan's spring break", Nishikido said and sat down opposite Nagase, pulling Tegoshi right next to himself.
Nagase blinks. He is not quite sure when the girls had left him alone in the booth.
Masuda orders some drinks and snacks from a passing waiter and starts an animated, one-sided discussion about different places where he likes to eat and asks, what Nagase would suggest since lately he's been on the mood for trying some new restaurants..
Needless to say, Nagase isn't exactly listening.
He is paying attention to Nishikido and Tegoshi, who lean closer to each other from time to time, to speak in low voices and then laugh and share glances.
"..and then I told Yamada-san that he makes the best gyoza in whole Tokyo.. Nagase-senpai? You listening?"
"Yeah", Nagase grunts as reply.
Masuda looks satisfied, smiles broadly and keeps talking.
The drinks arrive, but the waitress has taken her apron off and when she has put the tray on the table, she takes a shy glance at Tegoshi and says, hesitating:
"I am having my break now, so I was thinking.. would you like to dance for a while with me?"
"Sure" Tegoshi's smile is happy and before he stands up, he says: "I'll be right back, ne?"
The girl's gaze flickers towards Nishikido and the older boy gives a slight nod. Only then does the couple head for the dance floor.
Nagase stares.
"If people dare to hurt Tego-nyan, I'll make sure they pay for it." is the only explanation Nishikido offers before reaching for a drink.
Masuda tries to laugh, nod and eat his ice sorbet all at once, but can't manage and just attacks the alcohol-filled sorbet with a giant spoon.
"Yes, Nishikido-kun always looks after Tegoshi. He is such a good senior. Just like Nagase-senpai is now watching over us all. Ne?" he manages then some minutes later.
After a few songs Tegoshi returns to the table, but remains standing by Nishikido's side and leans down to take a sip from his glass.
"Hnnn.. it's too bitter. Ryo-tan is really manly to drink such one, ne?" he wrinkles his nose a little bit.
Nagase is highly alarmed that the first syllable was clearly a moan, and that he better not let that fact sink in.
Nishikido reaches for the tray that lays forgotten in front of Masuda and tugs it away from the boy because he has alone finished almost all the little snacks that were placed neatly in the bowls.
There is some chocolate left, and Nishikido picks up a heart-shaped piece, offering it to Tegoshi, who leans even closer and takes the sweet with his lips directly from his fingers.
"A lot better. Thank you.. I wonder if they have some drinks here that have chocolate in them.." Masuda stops eating when he hears Tegoshi's words and heads for the bar right away.
"Oh, Ryo-tan. I'm sorry, you still have some choco left on your fingers" When Nagase hears that, he expects Tegoshi just to take one of the napkins on the tray and give it to Nishikido.
What he doesn't expect is the younger boy drawing Nishikido's palm up, closer to his face, and playfully sucking the remaining, melted chocolate off of the fingers.
Nagase's eyes widen. Then he directs them into his pint and doesn't plan to look up anytime soon.
He hears Nishikido chuckle, low, and then there's a bubbly, pink drink with a red straw under his nose.
Nagase is not sure if it's safe to raise his gaze, but he does it anyway.
And boy, does he wish that he hadn't.
Tegoshi is leaning over the table, his slim hips resting on its edge. One more button of his fitting shirt has become undone during the night and Nagase gets glimpses of white skin.
He remembers how one of the girls had done that earlier. How her outfit had consisted of a flimsy top and a miniskirt. How her breasts almost had bumped out, when she had leaned over to give him a drink. How she had batted her lashes and even licked her lips.
That had made Nagase quite self-satisfied.
But now when Tegoshi is just smiling a little and offering him a sip, why does he feel all hot and bothered? Why does he have a sudden urge to grab the boy's hand and pull him over? Why does he want to..
Nagase shakes his head violently, smacks his own cheeks twice and practically jumps over Masuda when trying to get out of the booth in a flash.
"Gotta go. But this is all on me.. It's definitely on me. I'm your senior anyway. So, just go home soon and.. have a good sleep with..fairies and.. other things. Bye." Nagase dashes to the bar, leaving two of his juniors bewildered behind.
The one who is not bewildered is, of course, Nishikido. He leads the two out, helps Masuda in a cab and begins to guide Tegoshi towards the metro station, his arm around the younger one's shoulders.
"Ne, Ryo-tan.. Nagase-senpai was a bit weird today, wasn't he?"
"You think?" a snort.
"It was not at all how he is when we usually hang out. Do you think he's coming down with a cold or something?"
That night Nagase doesn't go straight home, nor does he end up banging on Mabo's front door and throwing stones to the drummer's window.
No, he heads straight for a strip-bar and gets comfortable in the darkest booth.
When he wakes up between two blonde western women the next morning, he sighs in relief.
He had KNOWN he didn't swing "that way".
It had just been the drunken mind of his that had played tricks with Tegoshi.
Yeah, that must have been it. The thought puts him at ease instantly.
Then he snuggles closer to the other woman, thinking that nothing beats a breast-pillow.
Except real ones. So maybe Gussan was on to something with all the pump-talk.
He should definitely offer himself as a babysitter next summer.
Somewhere afar, Yamaguchi's wife feels chills crawling up her spine.
A/N2: again not posted around because.. it is crack and bad and just for the challenge and i.. as usual.
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