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writetomyheart2014-09-27 09:43 pm
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[Team Two] According to plan
The fic refers to the recent magazine appearance of Fukazawa and Sakuma in TVnavi, in which Sakuma says that he gets along with Miyata better than Tamamori.
佐久間 「でも今はほぼ毎日、Jrじゃなくて親友の宮田くんと一緒にご飯を食べているんだ。だから玉森くんとどっちが宮田くんと仲がいいか聞かれたら、もう「俺！俺！」って感じ（笑）。」
Sakuma: "But right now I'm not going out for food with any of the Juniors but I eat out with my best friend Miyata almost every day. That's why when people ask whether Miyata gets along better with Tamamori or me it's already like "Me! Me!" (lol)." (rough translation)
The hat fell off of Sakuma’s head when he was pulled into a pair of arms on his way to the train station after work had ended for the day. “Caught you,” a voice announced triumphantly.
“Wah, Hikaru.” He tried to look up at the other. “What’s with the ambush?” Sakuma laughed.
“Just waiting for you and approaching you normally would be no fun. Also, Tamamori-kun requested that I ‘take care of you properly’ so you get a few ‘funny ideas’ out of your head,” Iwamoto reported. “I wonder what that means.” The tone of his voice betrayed his words and told Sakuma that the other knew what exactly Tamamori had meant and it made Sakuma laugh softly in amusement.
“Miyacchi saw this coming. He knows Tamamori-kun well.” His eyes sparkled with mirth. “I can’t believe Tamamori-kun dragged you into this, too. I guess that makes us the people who got caught in the fray? Or something like that.”
Raising an eyebrow, Iwamoto asked, “What do you mean?”
Sakuma shrugged. “Miyacchi has a thing for jealousy. Apparently Tamamori-kun does rather interesting things when he’s jealous. He didn’t tell me to do anything explicitly but I did it with his birthday in mind. It’s a bit late, I admit but well, I think it did the trick. Not that I didn’t say anything that wasn’t the truth but Tamamori-kun misunderstood it, just as predicted.”
“Fukka said he thought you had a death-wish when you asked them to put that in the interview,” Iwamoto commented. “So there was more to it.”
“Actually I asked Abe-chan whether it would be a good idea or whether it would just get me killed in the process.” Sakuma admitted. He saw Iwamoto’s amused expression and pouted. “Yeah, I know I’m not the smartest person in our group. So I had to ask for some help.”
“Fair enough. Why did Tamamori-kun misunderstand things, though?” Iwamoto tilted his head over a bit. “I thought it was pretty straight-forward. Care to explain?”
Nodding, the shorter male elaborated, “I am special to Miyacchi but in a very different way, compared to Tamamori-kun that is. We’re really good friends but there’s nothing even remotely romantic about our relationship? We get along well and understand each other on a certain level but I doubt that I would be able to still ‘get’ Miyacchi outside of our hobby. Whereas Tamamori-kun would, without a doubt. So I explicitly said that I’m the one who Miyacchi gets along best as a friend. And only as a friend. You know what I mean?”
Iwamoto hummed and nodded. “I see.”
“This all doesn’t stop me from going to Starbucks with you on the way home, though.” Sakuma smiled brightly at Iwamoto, who raised an eyebrow at that.
“Wait a second, nobody said something about that.” The taller of the two pointed out.
Sakuma’s smile turned into a grin. “But I knew you were going to say it. Also, it should be included in the whole ‘taking care of me properly’ thing, no? And the spare futon was already rolled out in your room at home, too.”
“Have you and my sister been messaging each other on LINE again?” Iwamoto punched Sakuma’s shoulder playfully before he started to head towards the Starbucks that was en route to the train station.
Sticking out his tongue, Sakuma followed the other, falling into step next to Iwamoto easily. “I might have. Is that a bad thing, oh scary, scary big brother?”
Iwamoto snorted softly. “Stop calling me that. It’s all kinds of weird. And I don’t want to go into detail about all those kinds of weird right now. Do consider yourself lucky that I know for sure that you’re not dating or attempting to date her.”
“You would know about that, wouldn’t you?” Sakuma sounded amused again.
“Tsk. Anyways, soy milk caramel steamer, right? Or are you feeling adventurous tonight?” Iwamoto pulled out his wallet as they went into the cafe.
“Nope. The usual is fine.” Sakuma smiled.
They both got their post-work drinks to go and then caught the train to Iwamoto’s home station. Despite the late hour the train was still rather crowded, mostly with salarymen who had probably just gotten off work as well. The two of them spent the ride in comfortable silence, like they always did, playing with their phones or listening to music to wind down. At one point Sakuma pulled out a manga from his bag and started to read it.
Curious, Iwamoto leaned over the other’s shoulder to read along until it was almost time for them to get off. “Let’s finish that before we go to bed. Or tomorrow. Whenever.”
“Sure.” Sakuma beamed at the other and followed Iwamoto off the train.
After warming up and eating the light dinner Iwamoto’s mother had left them in the fridge - Iwamoto didn’t even comment on how it was enough for two people - they went to shower and take a bath. Together. Sitting in the small tub with two people of their size was a little bit of a squeeze but they managed somehow.
When Sakuma was drying himself off afterwards, he could feel eyes on him. “What are you looking at?” he asked with a small smile. “Don’t say my ass because I know very well that it doesn’t look as nice as Fukka’s.”
That comment made Iwamoto laugh softly. “No. That’s not it.”
Before Sakuma could ask again, he could feel Iwamoto’s long fingers sliding up his flank. “Not as pronounced anymore,” Iwamoto muttered. “Compared to when you were doing the taiko routine several times every day for a couple of months.”
“I think we all shaped up then. And then lost it again.” Sakuma laughed and then looked at his reflection in the mirror. “You think it’s that bad? Should I do more?”
“Didn’t say that. It looks good on you this way. I like it.” Iwamoto shook his head. “And besides, you’re still the only one from our group who works out along with me in the changing room or when we’re warming up before the shows.”
Laughing, Sakuma commented, “I don’t know how the rest does it. Or well, doesn’t do it for that matter.” When Iwamoto’s fingers did not stop wandering over his body and tracing his muscles Sakuma asked, “Say Hikaru, are you by any chance not very subtly trying to tell me to just Shota it and move to your bedroom?”
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.” Iwamoto grinned. “You understand me. Not that you usually wear much more to bed.”
Sakuma tossed the towel he’d borrowed into the hamper. “The only time I really go Shota-Style, though. Unless Tackey demands it but that’s an entirely different matter.”
“Stop talking about other guys when I’m right here with you, will you? Now it’s just the two of us. So that should be enough for that brain of yours.” Iwamoto pretended to be offended.
Walking towards the bathroom door, Sakuma turned his head around a bit and said coyly, “Once we’re back in your room the world will narrow down to just you and me. Promise.”
“Then let’s go already.” Iwamoto yanked the door open and moved Sakuma along. “You tell me I’m a tease but you’re totally one yourself.”
“I learn from the best,” Sakuma retorted playfully.
Iwamoto did not make any other comment and just quietly shut the door behind them once they had reached his room. There were more important - and fun - things to be done now than talking. Or sleeping for that matter.
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佐久間 「でも今はほぼ毎日、Jrじゃなくて親友の宮田くんと一緒にご飯を食べているんだ。だから玉森くんとどっちが宮田くんと仲がいいか聞かれたら、もう「俺！俺！」って感じ（笑）。」
Sakuma: "But right now I'm not going out for food with any of the Juniors but I eat out with my best friend Miyata almost every day. That's why when people ask whether Miyata gets along better with Tamamori or me it's already like "Me! Me!" (lol)." (rough translation)
The hat fell off of Sakuma’s head when he was pulled into a pair of arms on his way to the train station after work had ended for the day. “Caught you,” a voice announced triumphantly.
“Wah, Hikaru.” He tried to look up at the other. “What’s with the ambush?” Sakuma laughed.
“Just waiting for you and approaching you normally would be no fun. Also, Tamamori-kun requested that I ‘take care of you properly’ so you get a few ‘funny ideas’ out of your head,” Iwamoto reported. “I wonder what that means.” The tone of his voice betrayed his words and told Sakuma that the other knew what exactly Tamamori had meant and it made Sakuma laugh softly in amusement.
“Miyacchi saw this coming. He knows Tamamori-kun well.” His eyes sparkled with mirth. “I can’t believe Tamamori-kun dragged you into this, too. I guess that makes us the people who got caught in the fray? Or something like that.”
Raising an eyebrow, Iwamoto asked, “What do you mean?”
Sakuma shrugged. “Miyacchi has a thing for jealousy. Apparently Tamamori-kun does rather interesting things when he’s jealous. He didn’t tell me to do anything explicitly but I did it with his birthday in mind. It’s a bit late, I admit but well, I think it did the trick. Not that I didn’t say anything that wasn’t the truth but Tamamori-kun misunderstood it, just as predicted.”
“Fukka said he thought you had a death-wish when you asked them to put that in the interview,” Iwamoto commented. “So there was more to it.”
“Actually I asked Abe-chan whether it would be a good idea or whether it would just get me killed in the process.” Sakuma admitted. He saw Iwamoto’s amused expression and pouted. “Yeah, I know I’m not the smartest person in our group. So I had to ask for some help.”
“Fair enough. Why did Tamamori-kun misunderstand things, though?” Iwamoto tilted his head over a bit. “I thought it was pretty straight-forward. Care to explain?”
Nodding, the shorter male elaborated, “I am special to Miyacchi but in a very different way, compared to Tamamori-kun that is. We’re really good friends but there’s nothing even remotely romantic about our relationship? We get along well and understand each other on a certain level but I doubt that I would be able to still ‘get’ Miyacchi outside of our hobby. Whereas Tamamori-kun would, without a doubt. So I explicitly said that I’m the one who Miyacchi gets along best as a friend. And only as a friend. You know what I mean?”
Iwamoto hummed and nodded. “I see.”
“This all doesn’t stop me from going to Starbucks with you on the way home, though.” Sakuma smiled brightly at Iwamoto, who raised an eyebrow at that.
“Wait a second, nobody said something about that.” The taller of the two pointed out.
Sakuma’s smile turned into a grin. “But I knew you were going to say it. Also, it should be included in the whole ‘taking care of me properly’ thing, no? And the spare futon was already rolled out in your room at home, too.”
“Have you and my sister been messaging each other on LINE again?” Iwamoto punched Sakuma’s shoulder playfully before he started to head towards the Starbucks that was en route to the train station.
Sticking out his tongue, Sakuma followed the other, falling into step next to Iwamoto easily. “I might have. Is that a bad thing, oh scary, scary big brother?”
Iwamoto snorted softly. “Stop calling me that. It’s all kinds of weird. And I don’t want to go into detail about all those kinds of weird right now. Do consider yourself lucky that I know for sure that you’re not dating or attempting to date her.”
“You would know about that, wouldn’t you?” Sakuma sounded amused again.
“Tsk. Anyways, soy milk caramel steamer, right? Or are you feeling adventurous tonight?” Iwamoto pulled out his wallet as they went into the cafe.
“Nope. The usual is fine.” Sakuma smiled.
They both got their post-work drinks to go and then caught the train to Iwamoto’s home station. Despite the late hour the train was still rather crowded, mostly with salarymen who had probably just gotten off work as well. The two of them spent the ride in comfortable silence, like they always did, playing with their phones or listening to music to wind down. At one point Sakuma pulled out a manga from his bag and started to read it.
Curious, Iwamoto leaned over the other’s shoulder to read along until it was almost time for them to get off. “Let’s finish that before we go to bed. Or tomorrow. Whenever.”
“Sure.” Sakuma beamed at the other and followed Iwamoto off the train.
After warming up and eating the light dinner Iwamoto’s mother had left them in the fridge - Iwamoto didn’t even comment on how it was enough for two people - they went to shower and take a bath. Together. Sitting in the small tub with two people of their size was a little bit of a squeeze but they managed somehow.
When Sakuma was drying himself off afterwards, he could feel eyes on him. “What are you looking at?” he asked with a small smile. “Don’t say my ass because I know very well that it doesn’t look as nice as Fukka’s.”
That comment made Iwamoto laugh softly. “No. That’s not it.”
Before Sakuma could ask again, he could feel Iwamoto’s long fingers sliding up his flank. “Not as pronounced anymore,” Iwamoto muttered. “Compared to when you were doing the taiko routine several times every day for a couple of months.”
“I think we all shaped up then. And then lost it again.” Sakuma laughed and then looked at his reflection in the mirror. “You think it’s that bad? Should I do more?”
“Didn’t say that. It looks good on you this way. I like it.” Iwamoto shook his head. “And besides, you’re still the only one from our group who works out along with me in the changing room or when we’re warming up before the shows.”
Laughing, Sakuma commented, “I don’t know how the rest does it. Or well, doesn’t do it for that matter.” When Iwamoto’s fingers did not stop wandering over his body and tracing his muscles Sakuma asked, “Say Hikaru, are you by any chance not very subtly trying to tell me to just Shota it and move to your bedroom?”
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.” Iwamoto grinned. “You understand me. Not that you usually wear much more to bed.”
Sakuma tossed the towel he’d borrowed into the hamper. “The only time I really go Shota-Style, though. Unless Tackey demands it but that’s an entirely different matter.”
“Stop talking about other guys when I’m right here with you, will you? Now it’s just the two of us. So that should be enough for that brain of yours.” Iwamoto pretended to be offended.
Walking towards the bathroom door, Sakuma turned his head around a bit and said coyly, “Once we’re back in your room the world will narrow down to just you and me. Promise.”
“Then let’s go already.” Iwamoto yanked the door open and moved Sakuma along. “You tell me I’m a tease but you’re totally one yourself.”
“I learn from the best,” Sakuma retorted playfully.
Iwamoto did not make any other comment and just quietly shut the door behind them once they had reached his room. There were more important - and fun - things to be done now than talking. Or sleeping for that matter.
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myxstorie ♥
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hahaha Iwamoto grabbing Sakuma from behind and maybe getting a little jealous himself, A+. I love these two and their cute low-key dates ♥
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this whole thing i was like "wwwwww" then by the end ":D :D :D"
their bantering <33
also the whole "going Shota-style" XD oh watanabe.... XD
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