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snoozing_kittenFandom: Johnny's
Pairing: Tackey/Tsubasa
Title: Sweet T & T Bakery
Rating: R
Chapter: 2/3
Summary: Nestled away, off the main street is a bakery. Despite it's location it's rather well known -and it has nothing to do with the pastries.
“So I was saying to him, ‘seriously were you going to wear that shirt with that?’ He looked so shocked. Deserved it too, that bitch, you know; he made another pass at Yuichi-chan.”
“Yuichi-chan now? Isn’t he older then you?” Jin was as usual sitting beside the till, and the ‘Sweet Bakery’ had just closed for the evening. Tackey was sweeping the floor, and Tsubasa was in the back cleaning up and getting everything ready for tomorrow morning when Koyama and Ryo opened.
“I know, but he’s just too cute.” Jin made that little squealing noise that Tackey hated. “He has this way of smiling, and he has these tiny little hands, that bitch Kazuya had better keep his hands to himself.”
“How long have you been fighting with Kame?” Tackey asked, this seemed to catch the other man off guard.
“He stole my Eto Rangers toy when we were in pre-school.” Jin said with a nod. Tackey gave him a level look.
“Why are you two even still friends?”
“We’re not, he’s a boyfriend snatching slut.” Jin said plainly. Tackey wondered for a moment why he even bothered.
“Hey, I’m going out.” Tackey looked over and his breath caught for a moment, he could not control the way his eyes moved from the top to the bottom. Tsubasa was obviously going clubbing, totally wrapped in a sinful combo of shiny black PVC, silk and mesh. His short black hair was spiked, snarled into spires and valleys; he wore his usual thick black-rimmed glasses. It was a conscious effort to tear his eyes away from the tiny waistline and past glossed lips up to semi-bored eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon okay, I’m going over to Matsujun’s place.”
Tackey nodded, eyes fixed on the spot Tsubasa was for a moment after he was gone. Jin made a weird noise.
“Matsujun, isn’t he the one sleeping with Sakurai? Or was it Masaki? Satoshi? All three? I actually can’t remember.” Jin looked annoyed for a moment; “I think he must have been sleeping with them all at one point…” Jin tailed off chewing on his pinkie nail. Tackey had stopped listening to him ramble long ago.
His mind was stuck on how those lips looked covered in a thin film of gloss. How his tight dancer’s body looked all dressed up and ready to please. Shacking his head he went back to sweeping, if he didn’t finish now Ryo would be pounding on his door 5:30 am tomorrow demanding that he do a better job.
Ryo was a prick.
“I wanna go drinking.” Jin whined standing next to him now and tugging on his sleeve. “You’ve made me an alcoholic.” He said, “Oh, I should bring Maru.”
After a night of watching Jin trying to shove his tongue down his boyfriend’s throat, and watching his sure hands crawling under the smaller man’s baggy shirt, trying to subtly sneak past his belt. Not to mention, Jin wasn’t lying -Maru was cute, the way he flushed when Jin’s hands made it into his pants was adorable.
By the time he made it home he half expected to see Ryo pinning Koyama to their door. Just to tease him- he was so not getting laid enough. No really he needed to get laid more. A lot more. Letting himself in the front door –third key remember this time? He slipped out of his shoes. The place was tidy, all of their stuff separated into the shelves, this is Tsubasa’s, and that is Tackey’s.
Stripping on his way to the bedroom he collapsed in a heap on the large futon, he wore only his pants by this point and his trail was marked with discarded clothing. Lying on his back staring up at the ceiling, lazily pressing his palm to the forming budge in his pants. With other hand he popped the button on his jeans, tugging on the zipper. Dipping his fingers in he pressed them for a moment against the awakening warmth. Pulling his jeans down he lifted his hips and with a little wiggle they slid down far enough that he could kick them off easily. Underwear took even less time then his pants did and he was lying naked in his shared bed.
Fondling himself gently he closed his eyes and imagined that it was Jin’s boyfriend- what was his name again? He didn’t blame Kame for making a pass at that, despite the fact that Kame’s own boyfriend wasn’t ugly. It kept switching between Jin’s boyfriend and Kame’s he wouldn’t mind a romp in the sheets with Ueda, he had these big plush lips that said ‘bite me’.
His hand was moving faster, up and down, a practiced flick of the wrist that made his toes curl. His other hand moved to fist in the sheets, instead of sheet it came away, wrapped between his long fingers. Soft cotton, he looked at it with hazy eyes. Only Tsubasa would have a shirt in that blinding shade of orange, he clutched it tight. Bringing it to his face, it smelled of cologne and baked goods, his hand moved faster and faster.
Tsubasa’s lips, his hips, his small lean chest. Tsubasa’s lips parted, his name on a breathy moan. It was about all he could take; back arching minutely off the bed he came all over his stomach with a grunt. Lying limp on the blanket he blinked and realized he was staring absently at the orange shirt twined in his left hand. Tsubasa’s orange shirt and he so did not just do that.
He got up and showered.
“It’s your day off get out already.” Ryo snarled at him, Tackey flipped him off. Koyama was leaning with his forearms on the counter, staring absently out the window at the people passing on the street. Once again Tackey found his eyes drawn to the subtle curve of the tall man’s ass. It really was a nice ass, he had pretty slim hips and a sexy toned back. He got a slap in the back of the head from Ryo clearly stating ‘Stop staring at that- it’s mine’. “If you’re going to be here make yourself useful by getting lunch.”
“You work in a bakery, have a bun.” He went back to looking up Koyama’s long lean legs.
“I don’t want a fucking bun.” Ryo snarled, getting angrier as the moments passed and Tackey insisted on trespassing on his property. ‘I do.’ Tackey thought with a mental snicker, ‘I want those buns.’
“I want ramen.” The nasal quality of Koyama’s voice made it sound almost like a whine. “Will you get ramen from the place down the street?”
Just to mess with Ryo Tackey smiled at Koyama.
“Of course I will- for you.” Koyama pulled his wallet out of his pocket and was looking through it all, the while Ryo was glaring at Tackey. “Do you want anything Ryo?”
“No, I’ll share with Kei-kitten.” There was a pause where Koyama froze, his cheek turning instantly pink. He sputtered for a moment eyes wide, darting from Tackey’s face to Ryo’s smug look, all the while Tackey tried really really hard not to laugh.
“Okay. What kind do you want… Keiichiro?” The flush was slowly creeping down his neck now, Ryo had gone from looking smug to leering at his tall lover.
“Whatever.” He shoved the money at Tackey and turned on his feet rushing into the kitchen, not even stopping long enough to make up some excuse.
“You leave him the hell alone.” Ryo snarled the moment he was satisfied Koyama couldn’t hear them anymore –he’d be pissed if he caught Ryo being all macho about him.
“I’m not doing anything.” Tackey said back, quickly pocketing Koyama’s money and grabbing his coat from behind the counter.
“You know what you’re doing.” Tackey ignored him, so Ryo grabbed his sleeve spinning him around so they were face to face. Around the same height, he found himself staring into the black depths of Ryo’s normally passive almost blank eyes, now there were alive with anger.
“Lay off.” He brushed the hands off of him, taking a step back out of reflex. “It’s not my fault your boyfriend is hot.” Ryo looked like he would have hit him if he were standing closer.
“Just because you’re an ass, and your partner is a cold fish don’t take it out on me and Keii.” Ryo crossed his arms, a small annoying smirk forming on his face, cleaning away all the traces of anger. He knew he was getting laid a hell of a lot more often then the blond man, and that pleased him deeply.
Ryo really was a prick.
“Whatever.” Tackey strode out of the bakery, thinking of some way he could get back at the smug Osaka man. Just as he was leaving a car drove up, he could feel the steady yet subtle pounding of a really good sound system.
The door opened and a tall black haired boy got out of the back, his shirt was a little to short and didn’t reach the line of his tight jeans. His hair was messed neatly, full red lips and milky skin.
“You can give back the clothes another time, we need to go dancing again that was fun.” He bent over and Tackey tried not to obviously stare at that ass- he’d gotten in trouble for it once today. Reaching into the car he pulled Tsubasa out, the shorter boy was also a little messy looking, his hair sticking up naturally –as opposed to the artful mess the night before. The clothing was tight in strange places and loose in others, he looked up and spotted Tackey watching. He raised his hand in silent greeting.
“Thanks for driving me back Sakurai.” He said to the passenger window –now opened and a rather clean looking boy waved. “Thanks for bringing me.” His voice was lowered as he talked to the other man standing outside the car. Tsubasa’s hands briefly snaked around the taller boy’s wrist gripping it for a moment leaving the imprint of his fingers when he pulled away – a sign of dominance. Jun grinned at him, winking before he slipped into the passenger side seat.
“Hey, you want ramen?” Tackey asked Tsubasa as the man was left standing there, the car driving away.
Even Tsubasa was getting more then him.
Pairing: Tackey/Tsubasa
Title: Sweet T & T Bakery
Rating: R
Chapter: 2/3
Summary: Nestled away, off the main street is a bakery. Despite it's location it's rather well known -and it has nothing to do with the pastries.
“So I was saying to him, ‘seriously were you going to wear that shirt with that?’ He looked so shocked. Deserved it too, that bitch, you know; he made another pass at Yuichi-chan.”
“Yuichi-chan now? Isn’t he older then you?” Jin was as usual sitting beside the till, and the ‘Sweet Bakery’ had just closed for the evening. Tackey was sweeping the floor, and Tsubasa was in the back cleaning up and getting everything ready for tomorrow morning when Koyama and Ryo opened.
“I know, but he’s just too cute.” Jin made that little squealing noise that Tackey hated. “He has this way of smiling, and he has these tiny little hands, that bitch Kazuya had better keep his hands to himself.”
“How long have you been fighting with Kame?” Tackey asked, this seemed to catch the other man off guard.
“He stole my Eto Rangers toy when we were in pre-school.” Jin said with a nod. Tackey gave him a level look.
“Why are you two even still friends?”
“We’re not, he’s a boyfriend snatching slut.” Jin said plainly. Tackey wondered for a moment why he even bothered.
“Hey, I’m going out.” Tackey looked over and his breath caught for a moment, he could not control the way his eyes moved from the top to the bottom. Tsubasa was obviously going clubbing, totally wrapped in a sinful combo of shiny black PVC, silk and mesh. His short black hair was spiked, snarled into spires and valleys; he wore his usual thick black-rimmed glasses. It was a conscious effort to tear his eyes away from the tiny waistline and past glossed lips up to semi-bored eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon okay, I’m going over to Matsujun’s place.”
Tackey nodded, eyes fixed on the spot Tsubasa was for a moment after he was gone. Jin made a weird noise.
“Matsujun, isn’t he the one sleeping with Sakurai? Or was it Masaki? Satoshi? All three? I actually can’t remember.” Jin looked annoyed for a moment; “I think he must have been sleeping with them all at one point…” Jin tailed off chewing on his pinkie nail. Tackey had stopped listening to him ramble long ago.
His mind was stuck on how those lips looked covered in a thin film of gloss. How his tight dancer’s body looked all dressed up and ready to please. Shacking his head he went back to sweeping, if he didn’t finish now Ryo would be pounding on his door 5:30 am tomorrow demanding that he do a better job.
Ryo was a prick.
“I wanna go drinking.” Jin whined standing next to him now and tugging on his sleeve. “You’ve made me an alcoholic.” He said, “Oh, I should bring Maru.”
After a night of watching Jin trying to shove his tongue down his boyfriend’s throat, and watching his sure hands crawling under the smaller man’s baggy shirt, trying to subtly sneak past his belt. Not to mention, Jin wasn’t lying -Maru was cute, the way he flushed when Jin’s hands made it into his pants was adorable.
By the time he made it home he half expected to see Ryo pinning Koyama to their door. Just to tease him- he was so not getting laid enough. No really he needed to get laid more. A lot more. Letting himself in the front door –third key remember this time? He slipped out of his shoes. The place was tidy, all of their stuff separated into the shelves, this is Tsubasa’s, and that is Tackey’s.
Stripping on his way to the bedroom he collapsed in a heap on the large futon, he wore only his pants by this point and his trail was marked with discarded clothing. Lying on his back staring up at the ceiling, lazily pressing his palm to the forming budge in his pants. With other hand he popped the button on his jeans, tugging on the zipper. Dipping his fingers in he pressed them for a moment against the awakening warmth. Pulling his jeans down he lifted his hips and with a little wiggle they slid down far enough that he could kick them off easily. Underwear took even less time then his pants did and he was lying naked in his shared bed.
Fondling himself gently he closed his eyes and imagined that it was Jin’s boyfriend- what was his name again? He didn’t blame Kame for making a pass at that, despite the fact that Kame’s own boyfriend wasn’t ugly. It kept switching between Jin’s boyfriend and Kame’s he wouldn’t mind a romp in the sheets with Ueda, he had these big plush lips that said ‘bite me’.
His hand was moving faster, up and down, a practiced flick of the wrist that made his toes curl. His other hand moved to fist in the sheets, instead of sheet it came away, wrapped between his long fingers. Soft cotton, he looked at it with hazy eyes. Only Tsubasa would have a shirt in that blinding shade of orange, he clutched it tight. Bringing it to his face, it smelled of cologne and baked goods, his hand moved faster and faster.
Tsubasa’s lips, his hips, his small lean chest. Tsubasa’s lips parted, his name on a breathy moan. It was about all he could take; back arching minutely off the bed he came all over his stomach with a grunt. Lying limp on the blanket he blinked and realized he was staring absently at the orange shirt twined in his left hand. Tsubasa’s orange shirt and he so did not just do that.
He got up and showered.
“It’s your day off get out already.” Ryo snarled at him, Tackey flipped him off. Koyama was leaning with his forearms on the counter, staring absently out the window at the people passing on the street. Once again Tackey found his eyes drawn to the subtle curve of the tall man’s ass. It really was a nice ass, he had pretty slim hips and a sexy toned back. He got a slap in the back of the head from Ryo clearly stating ‘Stop staring at that- it’s mine’. “If you’re going to be here make yourself useful by getting lunch.”
“You work in a bakery, have a bun.” He went back to looking up Koyama’s long lean legs.
“I don’t want a fucking bun.” Ryo snarled, getting angrier as the moments passed and Tackey insisted on trespassing on his property. ‘I do.’ Tackey thought with a mental snicker, ‘I want those buns.’
“I want ramen.” The nasal quality of Koyama’s voice made it sound almost like a whine. “Will you get ramen from the place down the street?”
Just to mess with Ryo Tackey smiled at Koyama.
“Of course I will- for you.” Koyama pulled his wallet out of his pocket and was looking through it all, the while Ryo was glaring at Tackey. “Do you want anything Ryo?”
“No, I’ll share with Kei-kitten.” There was a pause where Koyama froze, his cheek turning instantly pink. He sputtered for a moment eyes wide, darting from Tackey’s face to Ryo’s smug look, all the while Tackey tried really really hard not to laugh.
“Okay. What kind do you want… Keiichiro?” The flush was slowly creeping down his neck now, Ryo had gone from looking smug to leering at his tall lover.
“Whatever.” He shoved the money at Tackey and turned on his feet rushing into the kitchen, not even stopping long enough to make up some excuse.
“You leave him the hell alone.” Ryo snarled the moment he was satisfied Koyama couldn’t hear them anymore –he’d be pissed if he caught Ryo being all macho about him.
“I’m not doing anything.” Tackey said back, quickly pocketing Koyama’s money and grabbing his coat from behind the counter.
“You know what you’re doing.” Tackey ignored him, so Ryo grabbed his sleeve spinning him around so they were face to face. Around the same height, he found himself staring into the black depths of Ryo’s normally passive almost blank eyes, now there were alive with anger.
“Lay off.” He brushed the hands off of him, taking a step back out of reflex. “It’s not my fault your boyfriend is hot.” Ryo looked like he would have hit him if he were standing closer.
“Just because you’re an ass, and your partner is a cold fish don’t take it out on me and Keii.” Ryo crossed his arms, a small annoying smirk forming on his face, cleaning away all the traces of anger. He knew he was getting laid a hell of a lot more often then the blond man, and that pleased him deeply.
Ryo really was a prick.
“Whatever.” Tackey strode out of the bakery, thinking of some way he could get back at the smug Osaka man. Just as he was leaving a car drove up, he could feel the steady yet subtle pounding of a really good sound system.
The door opened and a tall black haired boy got out of the back, his shirt was a little to short and didn’t reach the line of his tight jeans. His hair was messed neatly, full red lips and milky skin.
“You can give back the clothes another time, we need to go dancing again that was fun.” He bent over and Tackey tried not to obviously stare at that ass- he’d gotten in trouble for it once today. Reaching into the car he pulled Tsubasa out, the shorter boy was also a little messy looking, his hair sticking up naturally –as opposed to the artful mess the night before. The clothing was tight in strange places and loose in others, he looked up and spotted Tackey watching. He raised his hand in silent greeting.
“Thanks for driving me back Sakurai.” He said to the passenger window –now opened and a rather clean looking boy waved. “Thanks for bringing me.” His voice was lowered as he talked to the other man standing outside the car. Tsubasa’s hands briefly snaked around the taller boy’s wrist gripping it for a moment leaving the imprint of his fingers when he pulled away – a sign of dominance. Jun grinned at him, winking before he slipped into the passenger side seat.
“Hey, you want ramen?” Tackey asked Tsubasa as the man was left standing there, the car driving away.
Even Tsubasa was getting more then him.
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Date: 2006-10-19 11:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-20 07:43 am (UTC)“He stole my Eto Rangers toy when we were in pre-school.” Jin said with a nod. Tackey gave him a level look.
So is the crack.
And the last line.
I hope you continue this. X3
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Date: 2006-10-22 10:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-23 02:06 am (UTC)I thought of it when I saw 'Sweet T & T Bakery' (previously named 'Happy Buns Bakery') It was obviously a sign (rather litterally as well).
I'm sorry I didn't get to your comment sooner... the last part is up?
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Date: 2006-10-23 02:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-23 08:46 pm (UTC)