Title: Let's Go
Rating: PG-13 for BL
Genre: Crack! Fluff and Romance
Mentions of: Akanishi Jin from KAT-TUN
Dedication: biancamasuda (hope this is cute enough for you)
Summary: Tego is through waiting for the late Massu. However, what he does not know is that as he sits on his porch, Massu is secretly delayed for the moment (to say the least). See if they can finally go on their date, after all.
"Okay, where can Masuda-kun be?" says a very fed up, raven-haired boy with his fists to his inflated cheeks. He is sitting on a porch of a humble house. It is only 7:32 but this high-maintenance specimen will not take any unpunctuality. Although it is becoming more evident, that he is growing incredibly fonder of his devoted pursuer. "That's it! I'm going to find him!" Tego quickly picks himself up and heads off in one direction. He suddenly puts a squishy finger to his chin and mutters, "Oops, wrong way," letting out a girly giggle.
The breathless boy arrives at a white, rather palatial residence and knocks feverishly hollering, "Massu! Massu, it's me, Tegoshi Yuya! You better not be standing me up! I am… too precious? I know your locker number… and combo too! Anyway, let me in Masuda-kun?" Tego gives up and turns on his feet, once more puts on his thinking cap. He does not forget to lower himself in his favourite pondering position with a relaxed fist mechanically inclined to his face. I know he is here… "But he doesn't usually take this long to get ready. This is so sucky! What if I can break in? Dangerous Tegoshi is being released," he declares taking his outstretched hand and pulls it across his serious face. "Tegoshi-ness!" is what he mysteriously calls out. A very elderly man catches a glimpse of this and his eyebrows considerably rise, looking quite frightened for his fragile life. Tego stands up and weakly says, "Konichiwa… Gomen…" placing his arms along side his toned hips bowing respectfully. However, much to his surprise, the elder picks up a great deal of speed, almost losing his assisting cane, literally rushing down the street. "Uh!" Tego cries in disgust.
Tego looks around at the tall house and spots one, solitary open window on the second floor. "On the second floor?" Tego whines loosening his body. "Who cares. I have to confront the face that dares to stand me up to a date that was not even my idea to begin with!" He starts climbing away on a tree nearby. Branch by branch, he grasps and shockingly he manages it with ease. "Hmm, those ballet classes really do pay off," Tego compliments himself and pats his back proudly.
He is now in the luxuriously decorated hall with many fine traditional and modern Japanese pieces. The Masuda family strategically displays paintings and a brilliant portrait at the end of the hall, taken about three years ago. Tego tries to remember which way Massu's bedroom is. He instead resorts to sniffing his way there knowing Massu's strong, manly smell. The fragrant mix consists of musk, a substance obtaining from a small Asian deer (the musk deer) mainly used as a perfume fixative. Nevertheless, Tego cannot miss the other half of the stench, which is a load of antiperspirant deodorant. "Here it is!" Tego happily screams and wipes his tired nose. He inspects the room and not a soul is in sight. "Well at least I get to look around," Tego announces rudely.
He starts at the closet, where any other aspiring gay teenager would begin, but then appalls when he sees Massu spread out upon the cold tiled floor, practically faced down. "Oh my lord, what happened to you?" Tego asks frankly to no one except for the sleeping beauty at his feet. He tries to wake him up but then thinks up a diabolical plan to bring him back to life. His full-proof method was to tickle his pudgy feet and to do it profusely. Nothing changes to his astonishment. "Ah! I give up!" and lays his head upon Massu's, accidentally touching his lips to the older boy's delicate eye.
"Mmmm… Toshi-kun… is that… you…?" a voice emerges from the dimly lit floor.
"Toshi, who is this Toshi you speak of? Answer me!" These magic words command the weary boy to open his pained eyes in an instant.
"Tego… What are you doing here? I thought… I was picking you up…" he expresses gradually with a great amount of effort.
"Yeah one thing, piggy, you passed out and now it's about eight o' clock."
"Piggy... Stop it, everyone…" and Massu playfully swats his hands, imaginarily pushing people away.
"Okay. Clearly Ryo-san really gets to you."
"M'm…" he agrees pleasurably stretching his arms, extending his legs looking like a satisfied, pink starfish.
"So apparently I'm Toshi, I expect?"
"Ummm…" he embarrassingly panics. "Yes you are my Toshi-kun..." and with this out in the open; Massu closes his puffy eyes, slowly leaning in for a sensual kiss. Unfortunately, nothing returns.
Tego firmly turns on a dime and dictates, "Massu. This is our first date. I cannot carelessly kiss you now. In addition to the fact that we didn't even go out yet. We must… pace ourselves!" Spoken like a true Japanese character in a classic dorama, he stiffens his arm and lets it honorably drop in front of him.
"Right then," opening his eyes and disappointedly grasps the air in front of him where Tego used to be. Pursing his lips he pulls it back to its restful position. I was so close… Massu says inside his head once again. The last close kiss is when Massu was carrying an umbrella on his rainy way to school and Tego-chan joins him under it. Their lips almost contact after Massu agrees to share his protective shelter, but the bus arrives instead breaking their enclosed bond. "That reminds me…" Massu casually slips to his wooden selves and returns to tap Tego on his shoulder. "This is what would have happened if I was not knocked out by my own closet…" He stiffly presents Tego with an elegant box of delectable chocolates and a flawless, romantic lilac. Bowing respectfully (in his goofy, blue t-shirt and red, plaid shorts with messy hair) he choppily recites, "Konichiwa Tegoshi-chan. You look very nice."
Tego drops his jaw and gasps, "For me?" setting his hands, one upon the other, on his priceless heart. "You shouldn't have. I don't have anything to give you…" So he compensates with a gentle embrace. Massu happily hugs him back warmly, perversely smiling into his soft, delicately aromatic shoulder.
They eventually break apart but Tego keeps his hand clasped within Massu's masculine one. He really does like hands. Weird, for once Jin is totally right! Ha! "Look as much as I'm enjoying this we should really get going, so let me quickly wash up and we can be on our way." Massu formulates his proposition trying hard to free his hand forcefully. He literally tries to push the younger one's palm and tight fingers away from his.
"Oh… Okay…" Tego finally grunts sounding bummed out.
Massu picks up a few clothes such as the coveted wife-beater, his baggy jeans, and a black, leather belt. Listening to Jin's advice, he was missing one, but monumental component. Massu nicely requests, "Can you check if my evil closet has my hoodie you want me to wear? I think Ann-nee-chan may have taken it."
"All right, but don't expect me to find it in this pig sty," Tego expresses absentmindedly.
"I'm not a pig and this place does not look like pigs occupy it either," Massu snaps defensively.
"Right, and I'm the queen of England," Tego says sarcastically.
"Yeah… you wish…" Massu chuckles and he thinks, No, you're not the queen of England, although you are the queen of my heart… Ruling and possessing my every fanatical whim.
Massu finishes his shower in an amazing seven minutes, stepping out his steamy bathroom to find Tego's head connecting to the floor of his bedroom, looking as bored as hell. "Finally, and here's your sassy hoodie!" he lifts up the infamous piece of outer garment, resting his head on his uninterested hand.
"Thanks, I'll put it on when we get going," Massu explains whom sporting a tight-fitting wife-beater, sexily exposing his moderately ripped arms. Tego observes, amused, but could not take the hold-up anymore. Therefore, he follows Massu who is in his washroom where he sees him blow-drying his hair carefully.
Tego unnoticeably slips behind the clueless Massu and sits down behind the larger figure. He takes both of his lengthy arms and wraps them securely around the bottom of Massu's waist, resting his tired head on his rebounding bum. "Hey!" they both yell out together.
"What are you doing?" Massu abruptly shuts off his fancy blow dryer.
"Oh me, well… I really like your bum, that's all. Mmmm… It's really warm…"
"Okay… But do you really have to illustrate that now that I'm trying to dry my hair?"
"Yes, it's the least you can do for putting our date on hold for-- like -- ev-er!" and with the last three words, as each syllable is enunciated, Tego purposely tightens his grip on Massu. Massu who is sensitive in his (well) sensitive area bucks and shutters each time.
"Okay! Okay! I can't concentrate like this no matter how much I like it. Could you please let go?"
Tego cries childishly driving his cheek further and further into his rear-end, "Bribe me! Make me! Force me! Take me awaaaay!"
"Okay, okay stop! I can't take anymore! I'll… I'll let you hold my hand!" Massu desperately offers not knowing why anyone would trade this odd moment of obsession for a meaningless hand.
"All right!" Tego winningly yelps out. He takes Massu's hand firmly, his right cheek still glued to his buttocks. Massu shakes his head, smiling affectionately. He takes the imprisoned hand with its cage and struggles to switch the blow dryer on. Massu closes his eyes, squinting defensively and takes the blow dryer, experimenting with it wildly.
"Oh dude, I'm starving!"
"Oh dude, my hand's starving! For air!" and Massu tells the younger one and he retaliates by increasing his grip on Massu's palm.
"Fine, two can play this game!" and the older one closes the hold he has on Tego's hand as well.
"Ah! Ah! Ooow, let go!" Tego barks for the first time in his short-lived life, rubbing the back of his hand furiously.
"Okay… If you say so…" Massu grins and shakes his hand in freedom.
"Kay, let's eat!" Tego declares massaging his tummy.
"Sushi!" They both squeal simultaneously with both of their index fingers extending in a shooting gesture. Even though they only have been acquainted with each other for three short years, they certainly know each other's souls or is it more correct to say, stomachs?
Massu holds the door open for his pretty princess to step through and locks the door officially initiating their long anticipated date. Tego is fashionably clad with a simple, black, zipping sweater and an excellent fitting pair of jeans. Massu could not help it. He slyly peers at his full assets behind the manly pockets with light embroidery. He waits patiently for Tego to start walking but instead they stare intensely at each other, silently fighting who should first lead the journey. Breaking the magnified silence, he nags, "C'mon you know the way… Masuda-kun…"
"Ohe, what did you just call me?"
"Massu…" Tego slyly denies looking at his feet.
However, obviously not cunningly enough for the person who closely listens and watches Tego's every move for the past year. "No, you didn't. You clearly addressed me with words I adorably like…"
"Yeah, okay. Don't flatter yourself," and like that Tego walks off heading in opposite direction of the downtown's famous sushi bar. Massu reaches for his hand and terribly misses, swatting his perfectly shaped bum. "Hey! What in Tokyo's name was that?" Tego quickly turns around bashfully with two hands on each of his fiery ends.
"Uh… Sorry, I couldn't resist?" and this time he does apply a loud, crisp smack upon his wet forehead.
"Oh, I see… At least you're pacing yourself."
Massu then successfully grasps his hand intertwines his fingers within his. He pulls him into a tight hug, informing the puzzled one, "This way Hun…"
"Oh! Oops! Thanks Darling!" Tego expresses embarrassingly giving Massu a flirty wink. Massu immediately explodes inside and wets his upper lip. Quickly changing the subject, Tego cutely inquires, "I thought your hand was hyper-ventilating, suffocating to a desiring death a minute ago."
Massu remembering Jin in saying he should change the pace up every once in a while, harshly drops the precious hand. Of course, Jin probably didn't mean to let go after a couple of seconds of contact. "I guess I forgot," Massu answers teasingly and peeks his red tongue from his scrunched face. Afterwards, Massu irresistibly watches Tego work up a speed from a sluggish walk to a full on, high fashion strut. Massu, on the other hand, stops. He tells his mind to calm his erecting member by picturing his virginal mama to his innocent Ann-nee-chan, but results in an image of her soon-to-be fiancé, Jin. "Yuck!" Massu quietly utters his breath and congratulates himself in returning to a stable, normal state. He suddenly picks up his feet and runs toward the furthering Tego, ready to face a night of bliss.
A/N: Please comment, since this is my first fanfic!