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[team three] Break
Background: A few months ago, there was a rumor that Kento collapsed during filming. The most recent episode of SZC took place at the university named in that rumor, so of course I've managed to convince myself that it was true c: c: c: ... ;___;
The dark hallway seems to stretch on longer and longer the more he stares down it, the end of it - wherever that is - completely obscured. Fuma isn't even sure it has an end. Maybe it doesn't exist; maybe this is all just a nightmare; maybe he will wake up in a cold sweat, uncomfortable but relieved to the core of his being that today's events didn't actually happen. However, the sour, acidic feeling in his stomach reminds him that this is reality, that he really did just watch Kento - Kento, who has never displayed any weakness, who pushes everything that hurts him so far beneath the surface that sometimes he can't even find it again - crumple to the ground like a marionette whose strings had all suddenly been cut. Fuma knows he will never be able to erase these images from his mind - Kento on the floor, Sou and Marius shaking him and trying to talk to him in panicked voices, Shori close to tears. And Fuma... Fuma had stood there, completely frozen, completely lost, not knowing what to do because this cannot be happening, it can't--
But it is, and Fuma knows he has to keep it together - if not for himself, then for the others, who are going to take their behavioral cues in this situation from him, and he can't let them down. He sends them home as soon as he's able to convince them that he can handle things on his own, that it's better for Kento if it's just him there to see it, and then he's alone with the dark hallway and darker thoughts. It seems like an eternity before he hears anything, before he sees what appears to be another person, and when he sees that it's Kento, walking towards him of his own volition, Fuma feels as though he could cry in relief.
"You waited for me..."
Kento's voice is weak, but also grateful, and Fuma wonders what exactly had been on Kento's mind if he had thought for even a second that they all would have left him alone.
"Somebody needs to look after you, right?"
"The staff would do it... but..."
"But it's better if it's me."
Kento looks around, as if he's checking to see if anyone else is approaching, and Fuma isn't sure what he's doing until Kento curls up in the seat next to him, resting his head on Fuma's shoulder.
"But it's better if it's you."
"What is this? Are you one of the kids?" Fuma scolds him, but the gentle hand stroking through Kento's hair betrays his affection. "You need to take better care of yourself."
"I'm sorry for worrying you."
"You should be." He nudges Kento's head up and extends a hand, pulling him to his feet. "Come on. You need to eat something that doesn't come wrapped in plastic and you need to get some sleep."
"I'm not really hungry," Kento protests but Fuma cuts him off with an irritated tsk.
"You'll eat if I have to feed you myself."
"Ahh~ my heart is racing~"
Fuma rolls his eyes, though the tiniest of smiles plays across his lips.
---
It's easy enough to maneuver Kento around when he's tired (and possibly medicated - Fuma isn't sure) enough to be compliant. He doesn't argue when Fuma orders them a take-out dinner that probably constitutes more food than Kento's seen in the past month, doesn't protest when Fuma heaps far more than half of it onto his plate, and doesn't even complain when Fuma suggests he take a bath and go to bed, even though it's only 7:00 PM. Everything is going so well, in fact, that Fuma hardly notices how long Kento has been in the bath, realizing with a sudden start that it's been 45 minutes and he hasn't heard a thing. Pushing down his fear, Fuma makes his way to the door.
"Nakajima? Did you drown?"
No answer.
"You're seriously freaking me out!"
Still no answer, and Fuma feels the worry in his chest, as heavy as a stone. He tries the door and, mercifully, it opens easily. He enters the room, heart beating in his throat, to find Kento slumped over the side of the tub, head resting on his arms, hair soapy and wet but otherwise in fine condition, save for the fact that he's fallen asleep. Fuma sighs and walks over to him, kneels on the floor and brushes the wet hair out of Kento's face.
"Mm..."
"I know you need sleep, but can you at least make it into bed first?"
"Sorry," Kento replies, and the accompanying sheepish laughter is interrupted by a yawn. "I just closed my eyes for a second..."
"Close them again," Fuma murmurs. "I'll rinse your hair."
"I might get used to this kind of special treatment."
"Impossible. You're getting cut off tomorrow."
Kento doesn't bother to respond, simply smiles and closes his eyes as instructed. Fuma tilts Kento's head back and washes away all traces of shampoo, his fingertips gently dragging across Kento's scalp, and only the slight tremor that runs up Kento's spine gives any indication that he's still conscious. By the time Fuma's finished, Kento is outright shivering under his hands, and Fuma knows it has nothing to do with the temperature.
"I--"
"I know." Fuma's voice is a whisper as he presses a kiss to Kento's forehead. "Let's go to bed."
---
The move from bathtub to bedroom seems to drain the last of Kento's energy, but when Fuma finally has him on his back on the soft sheets, damp hair fanned out on the pillow, dark half-lidded eyes staring up unfocused, he resolves to make it up to him. Fuma's long fingers start at the top of Kento's head, trace down over his hairline and the contours of his face, and the pad of his index finger rests on the center of Kento's bottom lip until he replaces it with a kiss.
"Fuma..." Kento manages, lips barely brushing against Fuma's. "I want..."
"I don't think you're up to it."
Kento squirms a bit and Fuma glances down. Okay, maybe he was indeed up to it, but...
"Please?"
"No," Fuma insists, but he reaches into Kento's bedside drawer all the same, smiling as Kento blinks at him in confusion. "But I promised to take care of you. Do you trust me?" Kento nods and Fuma's smile widens in satisfaction. "Then close your eyes."
Kento obliges him and Fuma's fingers resume their exploration, sliding along Kento's shoulders and in over his collarbone, down to his nipples and lower still across his belly. Kento is sleepy but responsive, sighing contentedly every time Fuma finds an as-yet-unexplored patch of skin. His quiet moans are putting Fuma into a state he's going to have to ignore until he's alone, but it's worth it for tonight.
When strong hands part Kento's thighs, he seems to understand the plan at last, lifting his legs up to press his ankles into the mattress. Fuma isn't ready for that, though, isn't ready to stop touching him, and he lets his fingertips find the soft, secret places near the creases of Kento's inner thighs and just behind his knees, the places he's usually in too much of a hurry to touch although he knows he'll get this kind of reaction, breathless gasps and flushed cheeks. Fuma runs his hands over Kento's body until he's a quivering mess, so hard that Fuma can't resist running one finger right up the underside of his cock, and when Kento whines, toes curling into the sheets, Fuma knows he's almost out of time.
Fuma's fingers leave Kento's skin for just a moment, and when they return, they're slick and wet, clearly with a purpose in mind. Kento nods quickly, almost desperately, and when Fuma presses a finger inside him, Kento exhales in relief, as though it's what he's been waiting for all this time, as though it's something he needs. Fuma lets him enjoy it for a few moments, working him open just enough for a second finger. Fuma's other hand strokes Kento's hip reassuringly, I'm here, I've got you, lingering there for a just a moment before trailing down to his cock.
"Nn--"
"I know what you want, Kento," Fuma whispers, and he does.
Fuma twists the fingers inside Kento to find a good spot, experienced enough with his body by now to know exactly what he likes, and Kento groans, clenching around Fuma's fingers in a way that makes Fuma's neglected cock throb painfully. This is for Kento, not for you, Fuma reminds himself, and focuses on finding that spot again. Kento's mouth opens but he seems incapable of producing any sound, and he fumbles for Fuma's hand, eyes still tightly closed. Fuma gives him one last stroke, trails each of his fingers over the sensitive tip, and takes Kento's hand just before he comes, silent but shaking. Fuma touches him through every second of it, watches him bite his lip and sigh and spread his legs wider so that Fuma can touch him deeper, right where he needs it; it looks so good that Fuma doesn't even feel his own impending orgasm until it hits him hard and he's suddenly sitting on Kento's bed with trembling hands and sticky pants. Fuck.
"You can't go home like that," Kento says, voice still thick with pleasure, and Fuma knows he's right. He pushes himself to his feet just long enough to undress himself and clean them both up before falling into bed beside Kento, suddenly so tired that he can feel it in his bones. Kento curls into his arms almost instantly and Fuma pulls him close, kissing his temple and arranging the blankets over his shoulders.
"Go to sleep. I'll be right here."
"I sleep better with you."
"Maybe I'll never leave, then."
"Maybe you shouldn't."
Kento's breathing evens out almost immediately and Fuma sighs in relief, still holding him to his chest. Maybe you shouldn't. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.
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The dark hallway seems to stretch on longer and longer the more he stares down it, the end of it - wherever that is - completely obscured. Fuma isn't even sure it has an end. Maybe it doesn't exist; maybe this is all just a nightmare; maybe he will wake up in a cold sweat, uncomfortable but relieved to the core of his being that today's events didn't actually happen. However, the sour, acidic feeling in his stomach reminds him that this is reality, that he really did just watch Kento - Kento, who has never displayed any weakness, who pushes everything that hurts him so far beneath the surface that sometimes he can't even find it again - crumple to the ground like a marionette whose strings had all suddenly been cut. Fuma knows he will never be able to erase these images from his mind - Kento on the floor, Sou and Marius shaking him and trying to talk to him in panicked voices, Shori close to tears. And Fuma... Fuma had stood there, completely frozen, completely lost, not knowing what to do because this cannot be happening, it can't--
But it is, and Fuma knows he has to keep it together - if not for himself, then for the others, who are going to take their behavioral cues in this situation from him, and he can't let them down. He sends them home as soon as he's able to convince them that he can handle things on his own, that it's better for Kento if it's just him there to see it, and then he's alone with the dark hallway and darker thoughts. It seems like an eternity before he hears anything, before he sees what appears to be another person, and when he sees that it's Kento, walking towards him of his own volition, Fuma feels as though he could cry in relief.
"You waited for me..."
Kento's voice is weak, but also grateful, and Fuma wonders what exactly had been on Kento's mind if he had thought for even a second that they all would have left him alone.
"Somebody needs to look after you, right?"
"The staff would do it... but..."
"But it's better if it's me."
Kento looks around, as if he's checking to see if anyone else is approaching, and Fuma isn't sure what he's doing until Kento curls up in the seat next to him, resting his head on Fuma's shoulder.
"But it's better if it's you."
"What is this? Are you one of the kids?" Fuma scolds him, but the gentle hand stroking through Kento's hair betrays his affection. "You need to take better care of yourself."
"I'm sorry for worrying you."
"You should be." He nudges Kento's head up and extends a hand, pulling him to his feet. "Come on. You need to eat something that doesn't come wrapped in plastic and you need to get some sleep."
"I'm not really hungry," Kento protests but Fuma cuts him off with an irritated tsk.
"You'll eat if I have to feed you myself."
"Ahh~ my heart is racing~"
Fuma rolls his eyes, though the tiniest of smiles plays across his lips.
---
It's easy enough to maneuver Kento around when he's tired (and possibly medicated - Fuma isn't sure) enough to be compliant. He doesn't argue when Fuma orders them a take-out dinner that probably constitutes more food than Kento's seen in the past month, doesn't protest when Fuma heaps far more than half of it onto his plate, and doesn't even complain when Fuma suggests he take a bath and go to bed, even though it's only 7:00 PM. Everything is going so well, in fact, that Fuma hardly notices how long Kento has been in the bath, realizing with a sudden start that it's been 45 minutes and he hasn't heard a thing. Pushing down his fear, Fuma makes his way to the door.
"Nakajima? Did you drown?"
No answer.
"You're seriously freaking me out!"
Still no answer, and Fuma feels the worry in his chest, as heavy as a stone. He tries the door and, mercifully, it opens easily. He enters the room, heart beating in his throat, to find Kento slumped over the side of the tub, head resting on his arms, hair soapy and wet but otherwise in fine condition, save for the fact that he's fallen asleep. Fuma sighs and walks over to him, kneels on the floor and brushes the wet hair out of Kento's face.
"Mm..."
"I know you need sleep, but can you at least make it into bed first?"
"Sorry," Kento replies, and the accompanying sheepish laughter is interrupted by a yawn. "I just closed my eyes for a second..."
"Close them again," Fuma murmurs. "I'll rinse your hair."
"I might get used to this kind of special treatment."
"Impossible. You're getting cut off tomorrow."
Kento doesn't bother to respond, simply smiles and closes his eyes as instructed. Fuma tilts Kento's head back and washes away all traces of shampoo, his fingertips gently dragging across Kento's scalp, and only the slight tremor that runs up Kento's spine gives any indication that he's still conscious. By the time Fuma's finished, Kento is outright shivering under his hands, and Fuma knows it has nothing to do with the temperature.
"I--"
"I know." Fuma's voice is a whisper as he presses a kiss to Kento's forehead. "Let's go to bed."
---
The move from bathtub to bedroom seems to drain the last of Kento's energy, but when Fuma finally has him on his back on the soft sheets, damp hair fanned out on the pillow, dark half-lidded eyes staring up unfocused, he resolves to make it up to him. Fuma's long fingers start at the top of Kento's head, trace down over his hairline and the contours of his face, and the pad of his index finger rests on the center of Kento's bottom lip until he replaces it with a kiss.
"Fuma..." Kento manages, lips barely brushing against Fuma's. "I want..."
"I don't think you're up to it."
Kento squirms a bit and Fuma glances down. Okay, maybe he was indeed up to it, but...
"Please?"
"No," Fuma insists, but he reaches into Kento's bedside drawer all the same, smiling as Kento blinks at him in confusion. "But I promised to take care of you. Do you trust me?" Kento nods and Fuma's smile widens in satisfaction. "Then close your eyes."
Kento obliges him and Fuma's fingers resume their exploration, sliding along Kento's shoulders and in over his collarbone, down to his nipples and lower still across his belly. Kento is sleepy but responsive, sighing contentedly every time Fuma finds an as-yet-unexplored patch of skin. His quiet moans are putting Fuma into a state he's going to have to ignore until he's alone, but it's worth it for tonight.
When strong hands part Kento's thighs, he seems to understand the plan at last, lifting his legs up to press his ankles into the mattress. Fuma isn't ready for that, though, isn't ready to stop touching him, and he lets his fingertips find the soft, secret places near the creases of Kento's inner thighs and just behind his knees, the places he's usually in too much of a hurry to touch although he knows he'll get this kind of reaction, breathless gasps and flushed cheeks. Fuma runs his hands over Kento's body until he's a quivering mess, so hard that Fuma can't resist running one finger right up the underside of his cock, and when Kento whines, toes curling into the sheets, Fuma knows he's almost out of time.
Fuma's fingers leave Kento's skin for just a moment, and when they return, they're slick and wet, clearly with a purpose in mind. Kento nods quickly, almost desperately, and when Fuma presses a finger inside him, Kento exhales in relief, as though it's what he's been waiting for all this time, as though it's something he needs. Fuma lets him enjoy it for a few moments, working him open just enough for a second finger. Fuma's other hand strokes Kento's hip reassuringly, I'm here, I've got you, lingering there for a just a moment before trailing down to his cock.
"Nn--"
"I know what you want, Kento," Fuma whispers, and he does.
Fuma twists the fingers inside Kento to find a good spot, experienced enough with his body by now to know exactly what he likes, and Kento groans, clenching around Fuma's fingers in a way that makes Fuma's neglected cock throb painfully. This is for Kento, not for you, Fuma reminds himself, and focuses on finding that spot again. Kento's mouth opens but he seems incapable of producing any sound, and he fumbles for Fuma's hand, eyes still tightly closed. Fuma gives him one last stroke, trails each of his fingers over the sensitive tip, and takes Kento's hand just before he comes, silent but shaking. Fuma touches him through every second of it, watches him bite his lip and sigh and spread his legs wider so that Fuma can touch him deeper, right where he needs it; it looks so good that Fuma doesn't even feel his own impending orgasm until it hits him hard and he's suddenly sitting on Kento's bed with trembling hands and sticky pants. Fuck.
"You can't go home like that," Kento says, voice still thick with pleasure, and Fuma knows he's right. He pushes himself to his feet just long enough to undress himself and clean them both up before falling into bed beside Kento, suddenly so tired that he can feel it in his bones. Kento curls into his arms almost instantly and Fuma pulls him close, kissing his temple and arranging the blankets over his shoulders.
"Go to sleep. I'll be right here."
"I sleep better with you."
"Maybe I'll never leave, then."
"Maybe you shouldn't."
Kento's breathing evens out almost immediately and Fuma sighs in relief, still holding him to his chest. Maybe you shouldn't. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.
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*clears throat* Okay, now back to the fic.
I love how you described Fuma's fear at the beginning and all the way through it, it was very real and intense. Poor Fuma, trying to be strong both for the kids and for Kento ;___; You musn't worry your Fumatan like that, Kento DDDX
Fuma taking care of him afterwards was the sweetest thing ever, though. Him washing his hair when he fell asleep in the bath tube!!! And taking care of the other needs he has after he is done touching his hair, because we all know Kento is weak to that, thanks to SZC.
I really wonder how you managed to make it this hot with Kento being this exhausted, but... *fans air* Fuma just taking care of him, the only thought in his mind being to make Kento feel good, with no other motive than the love he has for him, and Fuma ending up coming just from watching and touching him. Gosh I am out of words, that was amazing.
"Maybe I'll never leave, then."
"Maybe you shouldn't."
Yes, Fuma, maybe you shouldn't!!! You are the only one who manages to make Kento relax when he needs to, so you'd better stay close, for all of our sakes. I don't think any of us can take Kento overworking himself like this again ;___;
Thank you for this, I loved it!!
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I mean, hell, I was afraid, I can't imagine how they must have felt. I mean, they're not people who pretend to care about him for show.
I hope Fuma will always be there to look after Kento, and vice versa c: What I hope for the most, though, is that Kento gets a break. I'd rather not see him for a little while & know he's resting than see him all the time like... that.
Thank you for reading!
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This was amazing ♥
I could practically feel Fuma's worry in the beginning and I absolutely loved the way he took care of Kento after. ♥ Fuma taking care of
or better spoilingKento is one of my fave things~Fuma washing Kento's hair ajfdlsajkasljaöjkasljasdfjsls ♥
And everything that comes after adfjkslafjkals so hotttt *__*
"I'm here, I've got you"
;_________; feeeeeliiiings ♥
Also Fuma coming just from spoiling Kento ♥
CUDDLY FUMAKEEEEN
Fuma really should never leave Kento's side *nods firmly* He needs to take care of his idiotic boyfriend to keep him from overworking himself again *glares*
I really really loved this :33333333 ♥
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