Love letter: Chapter 2/7
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unmeiboyLove letter: Chapter 2/7
Kitayama/Fujigaya, Nikaido/Senga, Yokoo/Fujigaya (onesided)
Promotions for the new single is fit into wherever their schedules aren't already stuffed; most of them are busy with different kinds of work. Fujigaya is filming as lead character for his drama and it's a drama that airs on a weekday at nine, which means more budget but also longer time filming. And while Kitayama is happy for him, just the way he is for every member that gets drama jobs, he's also a little sad, because as always with filming, he is going to see much less of Fujigaya's face the coming months.
But on the other hand, it might be better that way. Kitayama also has a lot of things to do; he has his radio show, gets scheduled for the group radio show for more than a couple of weeks, on top of getting cast as a regular for a new variety show, and then there's all the variety he already does. His manager talks about him getting a solo corner in a magazine as well, but that won't be a huge addition to his schedule if it does comes true. He is kept busy, that's all, and while he's not nearly as busy as Fujigaya must be, he doesn't have a lot of time for himself. When he does have free time he sleeps or eats, because to be honest, there's not much else he feels like doing.
It's one of his less late nights when he straight out of the blue decides to try and mail Fujigaya. Ask how the drama is going. A normal question from a member. He gets them all the time from Nikaido when he's the one in a drama. It can't look suspicious. So he composes a short mail, just a couple of short sentences. He expects an answer in a couple hours, if Fujigaya gets to go home at all, but it comes almost immediately.
“Filming's good. Exhausting though, but it always is. The co-stars are great. Why you wondering?”
It is a kind of boring reply, but it still makes something jump a little inside him. Fujigaya responded to his mail that quickly, even though he's filming.
“Bored, and a bit curious. What's your co-actress like? Pretty?”
He feels like that's something Tamamori could ask. Maybe a bit unusual for himself, but it works. It doesn't sound forced. Probably.
“Yeah, she's pretty. She smells nice, too? But don't ask things like that, sounds like you're expecting scandals.”
For a moment Kitayama thinks that he has hurt Fujigaya by implying that he would be into his co-star, but he doesn't let it get to him. It's normal, he tells himself. Normal. So he just sends off another messages, asks why. And why he's so quick answering, when he's already asking things. Again, the reply comes quickly.
“You know I'm not into girls. And I'm on break right now, the others are filming a scene I'll be in, only a lot later. Why aren't you sleeping?”
Of course Fujigaya asks that. Kitayama can basically hear the mocking tone he would have in his voice if they had been on the phone; everyone tends to assume all Kitayama does at home is sleeping. Which isn't entirely true, but not a lot of people believe him. But he doesn't have the time to throw a comment back at Fujigaya about how at least he gets to sleep, before his phone vibrates again.
“Sorry. I wish I was more like you, so I could sleep in places like these.”
Kitayama doesn't really know what to answer to that. All he knows is that it makes him kind of happy to hear, even though he has heard Fujigaya say it before. He just never said it directly to Kitayama until now. But he doesn't say anything about that, just types out a good luck and goodnight, and as he half expected, he doesn't find any response to it in his phone when he wakes up the next morning.
Therefore it almost shocks him when he gets a mail the following day, in the evening, with Fujigaya displayed as the sender. There's no reason for Fujigaya to message him, so why would he? He thinks of it for a moment, then tries to focus on the variety show he's watching, but for every minute that passes he gets more and more curious. In the end he opens it, reads it, and no, there seems to not be anything odd about the content itself.
“I don't wanna remember any more lines tonight. What's up?”
It's such a simple message Kitayama freezes. Is Fujigaya trying to spend time talking to him, and not like, Yokoo or someone? It's weird, just weird. So he tells Fujigaya that he's watching TV, sneaks in a question about why he chose to message him instead of someone else. The answer arrives quickly again, just like the previous night, and Kitayama assumes Fujigaya is on break at the moment.
“Because Wataru would complain about me complaining. You won't. You're easy.”
One part of Kitayama wants to just let everything out and tell Fujigaya just how easy he would be for him, but the other part reminds him that Fujigaya only is joking, and that all he intends to say is that Kitayama is easy to talk to, doesn't make a big deal out of small things. Not that Yokoo does, probably, but Kitayama can imagine him being a little stern about doing one's job properly. Kitayama, who has filmed drama with Fujigaya more than once, knows that Fujigaya gets tired of remembering those lines, because hell, who doesn't, but even though he lets out quiet little complaints to the co-stars that he knows won't care much about it, he still does his very best. It's one of the things about Fujigaya that he likes the most, one of the things he's sure he would have the same opinion on even if he wasn't in love.
“Easy for you, haha.”
He looks at it, and thinks that it looks good enough, as long as he adds the same words as he did last night. Good luck, goodnight, and at the very end he types out a sleep well, hopes that it doesn't come off as creepy. Which it probably doesn't, because when he wakes up the next morning he finds a “you too” in his inbox.
It feels like forever, but when Fujigaya's drama finally comes to an end it has really only been a couple of months, yet they've somehow become a bit closer without actually meeting each other. A few messages every night and to Kitayama, it feels like Fujigaya has kind of opened up to him, despite the fact that he hasn't learned anything new about him at all. It just feels good to communicate with him, even though he knows he shouldn't indulge in it. It can't turn out well. Because his feelings aren't easy to suppress now, no, they're harder than ever to try and forget when he does see Fujigaya. Which is about to become a lot more often now that filming is over and they have another single upcoming. Their record label just can't seem to let them get some rest, and while he doesn't mind, he's not sure his heart can handle it.
To be fair, he doesn't even remember whose idea it was (probably Nikaido's), but one night he's sitting in his own living room with a beer in his hand, group members loud around him while they drink. They are celebrating the finish of Fujigaya's drama and the announcement of Tamamori's upcoming one, apparently, but to Kitayama it looks more like an excuse to get drunk together. Which he doesn't complain about, it's been a while since they got together all seven of them, outside work. Plus it's kind of nostalgic to have them there in his apartment just like back before debut. Also he gets to look at Fujigaya, cheeks rosy and pupils wide, clearly intoxicated but not ridiculously so.
Senga, on the other hand, is starting to get too much. He's not even reacting when Nikaido places a hand on the inside of his thigh, and when Miyata points it out with a laugh he just shoves it away halfheartedly while he pushes at Nikaido, who laughs at him before he brings his can of beer up for the hundredth time, shouts a "cheers", doesn't care that only Tamamori and Miyata are joining him with all their might.
Fujigaya has curled up against Yokoo's side, a familiar scene that happens not only when they're drinking. He looks relaxed and happy like that, even more so with alcohol in his system, and to be honest, it makes Kitayama a little jealous. It could be him, not Yokoo, right? Yokoo is just a close friend; Kitayama could give him that closeness and more if he was Fujigaya's lover. But for that he would have to let Fujigaya know what he feels, and even though he has talked a lot more to him lately, there's no way he could do that.
Even so, a voice in the back of Kitayama's head continuously tries to convince him that he can, that tonight is a perfect night to confess his feelings, but he is pretty sure that that voice belongs to the alcohol and even if he would listen to it, he could most likely not tell Fujigaya anyway. His denial is so deeply rooted that it would take a lot more than some alcohol for him to confess, like desperation or a near-death-experience or something. Probably. So he just looks at Fujigaya, at his soft hair and full lips, smiling while he listens to the younger members making noise, mumbling things to Yokoo every now and then. And he's fine with just looking. It's okay.
“Mitsu, more popcorn!” Senga smiles at him, voice louder than it needs to be, and Kitayama rises up to grab the bowl that used to be filled with snacks. Maybe he shouldn't agree to being ordered around in his own apartment, but it's different when it's Senga. Had it been Nikaido he would have told him to do it himself, but Senga is cute and the group baby and although he used be even cuter and not as stupidly handsome when he was a teenager, Kitayama's brain still works automatically when Senga wants his help, like he wants to take care of him. Looks like Nikaido is working the same way, judging by the way he holds an arm around Senga's shoulder and steadies the can in his hand so that it doesn't spill over.
Kitayama picks up a couple of empty beer cans while he's at it, drops them into the black garbage bag he put in order before the members even got there. They make a metallic sound as they hit other just as empty cans, but it's not louder than whatever Nikaido is shouting about in the living room, so he doesn't really care. His neighbours can handle some noise once in a while, he thinks as he takes out a bag of popcorn, sticks it in the microwave and presses start.
He's leaning back against the sink as he waits for the popcorn to pop, when he hears approaching steps. It's Fujigaya, completely unexpected and Kitayama's heart skips a beat when their eyes meet because he's definitely more drunk than he had thought, and he's also absolutely gorgeous like that. He's almost a little unsteady, but has empty cans in his both of his hands, drops them into the same garbage bag and grimaces at the noise that comes from it.
“Thanks,” Kitayama says, and Fujigaya shrugs.
“They're playing some drinking game and had to clear the table. Didn't want to join anyway.”
“Yeah? Had enough?” It surely looks like Fujigaya doesn't need to drink much more tonight.
“I could drink some more. Gonna have to go home though, so I'll just not. Wanna avoid scandals.” He looks a little troubled, like he's trying to hint that he would like to get absolutely wasted and not care at all, but he's responsible. They all know he is.
“You could stay here if you wanna get drunk for real?” Kitayama blurts out, immediately starts wishing he could unsuggest it, but it's too late.
Fujigaya smirks and takes a step closer. “You really are easy, huh.”
Suddenly Kitayama's heart is racing as he tries to come up with a good answer, but he can't, his head is completely empty and he can't come to think of a single thing to say, except that yes, he is easy, that he would let Fujigaya do anything to him if he wanted. His saviour is the microwave, timing perfect as it beeps to tell him that the set time is over. It's easy to break the eye contact with Fujigaya now that he has an excuse to; he turns around, turns the microwave off by pushing a button before he opens it, takes the popcorn bag out. Just those few seconds are enough for his heart rate to go down, his mind to cool, and he thinks he's ready to face Fujigaya with a clever answer when he turns around again after placing the bag in a bowl to cool down a little.
But he doesn't have the time to answer at all; he freezes when Fujigaya puts hands on his shoulders, and the next thing he knows is a pair of lips against his own. They move against his, just a soft, light movement but he doesn't know what to do, if he should keep holding back or if he should just let go, grab Fujigaya and kiss him like his life depended on it. There's an explosion of emotions in his chest and he has to concentrate on breathing because it's so intense, so much; the romantic feelings mixing with fear, but not losing to it, and the attraction, doubled a thousand times now that he can't just smell Fujigaya's perfume or almost feel the warmth of his body. Now he has him right up against himself, soft puffs of breath coming from his nose as he refuses to break away, and when Kitayama realizes that he could taste Fujigaya right then, his lips are parting on their own accord. And Fujigaya doesn't waste a second, licks at the edge of Kitayama's lips until their tongues meets and he presses closer. One of his hands slide from Kitayama's shoulder to his waist, pulls a little and Kitayama is fighting on the inside to hold a moan back when their hips come together. Not because it's stimulating him like that, not yet, but because it's so unbelievable and that it's reality feels so good.
He's not sure he can keep himself under control when Fujigaya breaks away, breathes out heavily against his lips before he runs his other hand up Kitayama's neck, into his hair, tugs on it to pull his head closer and then leans back in, mouth already slightly open when he presses their lips together again. The taste of beer is lingering on both of their tongues and it's a bitter reminder that Fujigaya is doing this under the influence of alcohol, but Kitayama figures that he does really care when the hand on his waist slides down to his hip, teasing at the hem of his pants. Fujigaya is doing this without being asked to, does it because he wants to, and Kitayama is going to make as much of it as he can.
Even with that said, he doesn't do anything. He just keeps responding to whatever Fujigaya does with those soft lips, turns his head when his hair gets pulled on, breathes a small moan whenever Fujigaya pulls back to breathe himself, only to go back to kissing him like it's the last thing he'll ever do. And then suddenly there's a light pressure on his legs; he realizes that it's a knee when his thighs part enough for it to fit between them. Although he prepares himself for it he can't help clutching onto Fujigaya's waist when he thrusts, just once but enough to have Kitayama feel arousal awakening inside of him, and he knows that they should stop, that they need to stop, but he doesn't want to.
Suddenly, there's a voice from the door to the kitchen. “Hey, aren't the popcorn done so-” that someone starts, and Fujigaya's leg disappears from between his, the hand in his hair is lowered, but the one on his hip stays since there's no point trying to hide what was going on. A glance to the side and he sees a confused Nikaido staring back and forth between them, then Yokoo appearing behind him. He feels his cheeks heat up, but doesn't move.
“Taisuke, please,” Yokoo rolls his eyes. “Just because you're drinking you don't have to find someone to make out with. Get a grip.”
“Sorry?” Fujigaya answers, but he doesn't sound very regretful. He does let go of Kitayama, though, sends him a last heated glanced before he turns around. He is about to open the refrigerator, perhaps to get another beer like nothing in particular happened, but Yokoo stops him.
“Should you really drink more?”
Kitayama wants to offer more, wants to suggest again that he stays over. Not to make use of it, he doesn't want to get him drunk so he can get in his pants. All he wants is to kiss him again, and if alcohol could make Fujigaya take the first step it likely could do so once more. But no matter how much he wants it ask him to stay, he can't. Because he can't allow himself to hope for something he doesn't want.
Next chapter
Kitayama/Fujigaya, Nikaido/Senga, Yokoo/Fujigaya (onesided)
Promotions for the new single is fit into wherever their schedules aren't already stuffed; most of them are busy with different kinds of work. Fujigaya is filming as lead character for his drama and it's a drama that airs on a weekday at nine, which means more budget but also longer time filming. And while Kitayama is happy for him, just the way he is for every member that gets drama jobs, he's also a little sad, because as always with filming, he is going to see much less of Fujigaya's face the coming months.
But on the other hand, it might be better that way. Kitayama also has a lot of things to do; he has his radio show, gets scheduled for the group radio show for more than a couple of weeks, on top of getting cast as a regular for a new variety show, and then there's all the variety he already does. His manager talks about him getting a solo corner in a magazine as well, but that won't be a huge addition to his schedule if it does comes true. He is kept busy, that's all, and while he's not nearly as busy as Fujigaya must be, he doesn't have a lot of time for himself. When he does have free time he sleeps or eats, because to be honest, there's not much else he feels like doing.
It's one of his less late nights when he straight out of the blue decides to try and mail Fujigaya. Ask how the drama is going. A normal question from a member. He gets them all the time from Nikaido when he's the one in a drama. It can't look suspicious. So he composes a short mail, just a couple of short sentences. He expects an answer in a couple hours, if Fujigaya gets to go home at all, but it comes almost immediately.
“Filming's good. Exhausting though, but it always is. The co-stars are great. Why you wondering?”
It is a kind of boring reply, but it still makes something jump a little inside him. Fujigaya responded to his mail that quickly, even though he's filming.
“Bored, and a bit curious. What's your co-actress like? Pretty?”
He feels like that's something Tamamori could ask. Maybe a bit unusual for himself, but it works. It doesn't sound forced. Probably.
“Yeah, she's pretty. She smells nice, too? But don't ask things like that, sounds like you're expecting scandals.”
For a moment Kitayama thinks that he has hurt Fujigaya by implying that he would be into his co-star, but he doesn't let it get to him. It's normal, he tells himself. Normal. So he just sends off another messages, asks why. And why he's so quick answering, when he's already asking things. Again, the reply comes quickly.
“You know I'm not into girls. And I'm on break right now, the others are filming a scene I'll be in, only a lot later. Why aren't you sleeping?”
Of course Fujigaya asks that. Kitayama can basically hear the mocking tone he would have in his voice if they had been on the phone; everyone tends to assume all Kitayama does at home is sleeping. Which isn't entirely true, but not a lot of people believe him. But he doesn't have the time to throw a comment back at Fujigaya about how at least he gets to sleep, before his phone vibrates again.
“Sorry. I wish I was more like you, so I could sleep in places like these.”
Kitayama doesn't really know what to answer to that. All he knows is that it makes him kind of happy to hear, even though he has heard Fujigaya say it before. He just never said it directly to Kitayama until now. But he doesn't say anything about that, just types out a good luck and goodnight, and as he half expected, he doesn't find any response to it in his phone when he wakes up the next morning.
Therefore it almost shocks him when he gets a mail the following day, in the evening, with Fujigaya displayed as the sender. There's no reason for Fujigaya to message him, so why would he? He thinks of it for a moment, then tries to focus on the variety show he's watching, but for every minute that passes he gets more and more curious. In the end he opens it, reads it, and no, there seems to not be anything odd about the content itself.
“I don't wanna remember any more lines tonight. What's up?”
It's such a simple message Kitayama freezes. Is Fujigaya trying to spend time talking to him, and not like, Yokoo or someone? It's weird, just weird. So he tells Fujigaya that he's watching TV, sneaks in a question about why he chose to message him instead of someone else. The answer arrives quickly again, just like the previous night, and Kitayama assumes Fujigaya is on break at the moment.
“Because Wataru would complain about me complaining. You won't. You're easy.”
One part of Kitayama wants to just let everything out and tell Fujigaya just how easy he would be for him, but the other part reminds him that Fujigaya only is joking, and that all he intends to say is that Kitayama is easy to talk to, doesn't make a big deal out of small things. Not that Yokoo does, probably, but Kitayama can imagine him being a little stern about doing one's job properly. Kitayama, who has filmed drama with Fujigaya more than once, knows that Fujigaya gets tired of remembering those lines, because hell, who doesn't, but even though he lets out quiet little complaints to the co-stars that he knows won't care much about it, he still does his very best. It's one of the things about Fujigaya that he likes the most, one of the things he's sure he would have the same opinion on even if he wasn't in love.
“Easy for you, haha.”
He looks at it, and thinks that it looks good enough, as long as he adds the same words as he did last night. Good luck, goodnight, and at the very end he types out a sleep well, hopes that it doesn't come off as creepy. Which it probably doesn't, because when he wakes up the next morning he finds a “you too” in his inbox.
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It feels like forever, but when Fujigaya's drama finally comes to an end it has really only been a couple of months, yet they've somehow become a bit closer without actually meeting each other. A few messages every night and to Kitayama, it feels like Fujigaya has kind of opened up to him, despite the fact that he hasn't learned anything new about him at all. It just feels good to communicate with him, even though he knows he shouldn't indulge in it. It can't turn out well. Because his feelings aren't easy to suppress now, no, they're harder than ever to try and forget when he does see Fujigaya. Which is about to become a lot more often now that filming is over and they have another single upcoming. Their record label just can't seem to let them get some rest, and while he doesn't mind, he's not sure his heart can handle it.
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To be fair, he doesn't even remember whose idea it was (probably Nikaido's), but one night he's sitting in his own living room with a beer in his hand, group members loud around him while they drink. They are celebrating the finish of Fujigaya's drama and the announcement of Tamamori's upcoming one, apparently, but to Kitayama it looks more like an excuse to get drunk together. Which he doesn't complain about, it's been a while since they got together all seven of them, outside work. Plus it's kind of nostalgic to have them there in his apartment just like back before debut. Also he gets to look at Fujigaya, cheeks rosy and pupils wide, clearly intoxicated but not ridiculously so.
Senga, on the other hand, is starting to get too much. He's not even reacting when Nikaido places a hand on the inside of his thigh, and when Miyata points it out with a laugh he just shoves it away halfheartedly while he pushes at Nikaido, who laughs at him before he brings his can of beer up for the hundredth time, shouts a "cheers", doesn't care that only Tamamori and Miyata are joining him with all their might.
Fujigaya has curled up against Yokoo's side, a familiar scene that happens not only when they're drinking. He looks relaxed and happy like that, even more so with alcohol in his system, and to be honest, it makes Kitayama a little jealous. It could be him, not Yokoo, right? Yokoo is just a close friend; Kitayama could give him that closeness and more if he was Fujigaya's lover. But for that he would have to let Fujigaya know what he feels, and even though he has talked a lot more to him lately, there's no way he could do that.
Even so, a voice in the back of Kitayama's head continuously tries to convince him that he can, that tonight is a perfect night to confess his feelings, but he is pretty sure that that voice belongs to the alcohol and even if he would listen to it, he could most likely not tell Fujigaya anyway. His denial is so deeply rooted that it would take a lot more than some alcohol for him to confess, like desperation or a near-death-experience or something. Probably. So he just looks at Fujigaya, at his soft hair and full lips, smiling while he listens to the younger members making noise, mumbling things to Yokoo every now and then. And he's fine with just looking. It's okay.
“Mitsu, more popcorn!” Senga smiles at him, voice louder than it needs to be, and Kitayama rises up to grab the bowl that used to be filled with snacks. Maybe he shouldn't agree to being ordered around in his own apartment, but it's different when it's Senga. Had it been Nikaido he would have told him to do it himself, but Senga is cute and the group baby and although he used be even cuter and not as stupidly handsome when he was a teenager, Kitayama's brain still works automatically when Senga wants his help, like he wants to take care of him. Looks like Nikaido is working the same way, judging by the way he holds an arm around Senga's shoulder and steadies the can in his hand so that it doesn't spill over.
Kitayama picks up a couple of empty beer cans while he's at it, drops them into the black garbage bag he put in order before the members even got there. They make a metallic sound as they hit other just as empty cans, but it's not louder than whatever Nikaido is shouting about in the living room, so he doesn't really care. His neighbours can handle some noise once in a while, he thinks as he takes out a bag of popcorn, sticks it in the microwave and presses start.
He's leaning back against the sink as he waits for the popcorn to pop, when he hears approaching steps. It's Fujigaya, completely unexpected and Kitayama's heart skips a beat when their eyes meet because he's definitely more drunk than he had thought, and he's also absolutely gorgeous like that. He's almost a little unsteady, but has empty cans in his both of his hands, drops them into the same garbage bag and grimaces at the noise that comes from it.
“Thanks,” Kitayama says, and Fujigaya shrugs.
“They're playing some drinking game and had to clear the table. Didn't want to join anyway.”
“Yeah? Had enough?” It surely looks like Fujigaya doesn't need to drink much more tonight.
“I could drink some more. Gonna have to go home though, so I'll just not. Wanna avoid scandals.” He looks a little troubled, like he's trying to hint that he would like to get absolutely wasted and not care at all, but he's responsible. They all know he is.
“You could stay here if you wanna get drunk for real?” Kitayama blurts out, immediately starts wishing he could unsuggest it, but it's too late.
Fujigaya smirks and takes a step closer. “You really are easy, huh.”
Suddenly Kitayama's heart is racing as he tries to come up with a good answer, but he can't, his head is completely empty and he can't come to think of a single thing to say, except that yes, he is easy, that he would let Fujigaya do anything to him if he wanted. His saviour is the microwave, timing perfect as it beeps to tell him that the set time is over. It's easy to break the eye contact with Fujigaya now that he has an excuse to; he turns around, turns the microwave off by pushing a button before he opens it, takes the popcorn bag out. Just those few seconds are enough for his heart rate to go down, his mind to cool, and he thinks he's ready to face Fujigaya with a clever answer when he turns around again after placing the bag in a bowl to cool down a little.
But he doesn't have the time to answer at all; he freezes when Fujigaya puts hands on his shoulders, and the next thing he knows is a pair of lips against his own. They move against his, just a soft, light movement but he doesn't know what to do, if he should keep holding back or if he should just let go, grab Fujigaya and kiss him like his life depended on it. There's an explosion of emotions in his chest and he has to concentrate on breathing because it's so intense, so much; the romantic feelings mixing with fear, but not losing to it, and the attraction, doubled a thousand times now that he can't just smell Fujigaya's perfume or almost feel the warmth of his body. Now he has him right up against himself, soft puffs of breath coming from his nose as he refuses to break away, and when Kitayama realizes that he could taste Fujigaya right then, his lips are parting on their own accord. And Fujigaya doesn't waste a second, licks at the edge of Kitayama's lips until their tongues meets and he presses closer. One of his hands slide from Kitayama's shoulder to his waist, pulls a little and Kitayama is fighting on the inside to hold a moan back when their hips come together. Not because it's stimulating him like that, not yet, but because it's so unbelievable and that it's reality feels so good.
He's not sure he can keep himself under control when Fujigaya breaks away, breathes out heavily against his lips before he runs his other hand up Kitayama's neck, into his hair, tugs on it to pull his head closer and then leans back in, mouth already slightly open when he presses their lips together again. The taste of beer is lingering on both of their tongues and it's a bitter reminder that Fujigaya is doing this under the influence of alcohol, but Kitayama figures that he does really care when the hand on his waist slides down to his hip, teasing at the hem of his pants. Fujigaya is doing this without being asked to, does it because he wants to, and Kitayama is going to make as much of it as he can.
Even with that said, he doesn't do anything. He just keeps responding to whatever Fujigaya does with those soft lips, turns his head when his hair gets pulled on, breathes a small moan whenever Fujigaya pulls back to breathe himself, only to go back to kissing him like it's the last thing he'll ever do. And then suddenly there's a light pressure on his legs; he realizes that it's a knee when his thighs part enough for it to fit between them. Although he prepares himself for it he can't help clutching onto Fujigaya's waist when he thrusts, just once but enough to have Kitayama feel arousal awakening inside of him, and he knows that they should stop, that they need to stop, but he doesn't want to.
Suddenly, there's a voice from the door to the kitchen. “Hey, aren't the popcorn done so-” that someone starts, and Fujigaya's leg disappears from between his, the hand in his hair is lowered, but the one on his hip stays since there's no point trying to hide what was going on. A glance to the side and he sees a confused Nikaido staring back and forth between them, then Yokoo appearing behind him. He feels his cheeks heat up, but doesn't move.
“Taisuke, please,” Yokoo rolls his eyes. “Just because you're drinking you don't have to find someone to make out with. Get a grip.”
“Sorry?” Fujigaya answers, but he doesn't sound very regretful. He does let go of Kitayama, though, sends him a last heated glanced before he turns around. He is about to open the refrigerator, perhaps to get another beer like nothing in particular happened, but Yokoo stops him.
“Should you really drink more?”
Kitayama wants to offer more, wants to suggest again that he stays over. Not to make use of it, he doesn't want to get him drunk so he can get in his pants. All he wants is to kiss him again, and if alcohol could make Fujigaya take the first step it likely could do so once more. But no matter how much he wants it ask him to stay, he can't. Because he can't allow himself to hope for something he doesn't want.
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