ONE-SHOT! TAKAKI & YABU :D
Pairings: Yabu x Takaki, and maybe a hint of Yamada x Yuto?
Notes: It feels like a pretty long one-shot!
Yabu’s eyes widened in incredulity. “Are we going home in this?”
“Firstly, it’s my home that we’re going to. Since when have you started regarding my house as yours?” Takaki said, tossing the pair of keys into the air as he spoke. “And secondly, yes, we’re going to my house in this.”
Takaki patted the motorbike.
“But... but why?” Yabu bit his lip. “I’m not that much of a bouken rider as you think I am you know.”
“My friend left it in my care before he went overseas to run an errand,” Takaki said. “I thought it’d be a waste if I don’t use it and stuff. Are you getting on?”
Takaki looked at Yabu, who was standing right in front of him and the motorbike, still looking unconvinced. “Can’t we take a taxi or something?”
“What, and put the bike in the boot?” Takaki inquired. “Just get on, I promise I’ll drive slowly. And you can hold on to me extra tight and I won’t mind a single bit. Okay?”
Yabu’s pained expression softened, and he broke into a small smile. He nodded and slipped into the passenger seat behind Takaki.
“Put your hands around my waist,” Takaki said, revving the engine as he spoke. He turned his head behind a bit to look at Yabu.
Takaki took Yabu’s hands and placed it around his waist. “Like that.”
“You can’t possibly still be shy about things like that after so long,” Takaki said, rolling his eyes. “Plus we don’t have helmets on. Keep your hands there, okay?”
Yabu nodded. “I won’t let go.”
“Is that Yabu and Takaki over there?” Yamada peered out of the studio window, watching as Yabu mounted the motorbike. “And is that a motorbike?”
“What? Where?!” Yuto rushed to the window, but only just in time to see the retreating shadow of the motorbike.
“That was so cool,” Yamada turned to Yuto, glowering. “Now why can’t you bring me home in style too? Yabu gets to ride on a bike! A real bike!”
Yuto looked back at the frowning Yamada in confusion.
“But... but I’m only 15!”
“You’re cold,” Yabu said, resting his chin on Takaki’s shoulders as they rode along the road.
“What?” Takaki strained his ears.
Yabu moved closer to Takaki and hugged him tighter.
“I said you’re cold,” Yabu whispered, breathing into his ears. “And I’m trying to keep you warm.”
Takaki’s nape tingled as Yabu breathed. He smiled inwardly as he felt Yabu’s grip around his waist tighten.
He had lied. Takaki’s friend never went overseas – and Takaki only really wanted to borrow the bike from his friend just so he could feel the tingling sensation ripple through his body, right through to his fingertips, as Yabu breathed into his neck.
“My whole family’s home, I think,” Takaki said, patting his hair flat as he dismounted the bike. “But they’re probably asleep, so let’s try to keep as quiet as we can, okay?”
Yabu nodded and helped Takaki smooth the creases on his shirt as he spoke. Takaki watched in silence as Yabu worked his hands around him.
“You’re so much like a girl,” Takaki grinned. He stopped Yabu and took slipped his hands into his, leading him towards the front door.
Yabu surveyed the interior of Takaki’s room while Takaki took a bath. There were posters everywhere – three of Akanishi Jin (one in KAT-TUN’S KEEP THE FAITH DAYS, and the other two taken from magazines), one from his J.J. Express days (with Hashimoto Ryosuke’s hair all over his face in a very Jin-esque way) and a last poster of the whole of JUMP back in their debut days, in their very distasteful ULTRA MUSIC POWER uniforms. On his table were a few blazers and coats, probably taken out because of the recent cold weather, and a whole selection of belts in a myriad of colours (some with very tacky-looking spikes, too).
At the corner of the table was a small, cake-shaped box full of strawberry hairclips and apple hair bands. Strawberry hairclips? Yabu chuckled to himself.
He looked at the stack of CDs beside the table and ran a finger down the names. They were all in English and characters that he couldn’t recognize. New York Dolls? What dolls?
Must be the Akanishi-phase, Yabu thought.
Yabu wandered about the room, picking up a few things here and there when he felt like it. Takaki’s room was strangely neat – it wasn’t messy, save for the many jackets that he threw around, but other than that, the room was a lot neater than Yabu thought it would be. His bed, which was against the wall, wasn’t made and had the comfortable, slept-in feeling. He picked up a book that was pressed flat by the side of his bed, surveyed its blurb, and put it back down on his bed.
Yabu sat down on the floor and put his elbows on the floor table, cupping his chin as he continued to look around the room, soaking in the whole Takaki-atmosphere. He liked that Takaki was spontaneous and unhesitant about letting him into his house and room (albeit a little secretively – the rest of Takaki’s family was asleep and they had no idea that Yabu was here).
“What are you looking at?” Takaki emerged from the bathroom, his hair wet and spiky from his bath. He had on only a pair of dark jaw string trousers and had his towel draped over his neck as he walked in.
“Nothing,” Yabu smiled, his heart beating a little quicker than usual at the sight of Takaki. Takaki walked over and sat down beside Yabu. “How do you like my room?”
“Umm... apart from the surplus of Jin posters,” Yabu said. “I think it’s pretty comfortable. Very you, very... personal. And I’m glad you let me come here.”
“I haven’t got anything to hide anyway,” Takaki smiled widely. “So have you got everything ready?”
Yabu nodded and brandished a bag full of shirts beside him. His original plan was to make a one-year anniversary token for all of the other JUMP members, and since Takaki had been dying to bring Yabu to his house, Yabu decided to start working on the tokens there.
“Is there any way that I can help?” Takaki asked, eyeing the pile of ruby-red shirts on the table.
“Um... not really,” Yabu said, picking at the shirts. He got each of the JUMP members’ names printed on the back on each t-shirt, and at the front was Yabu’s drawing of all ten members together in a comical way. He didn’t want to get his drawing printed too, though, because he wanted each drawing to be personal to the member that he was drawing for. For example, Keito’s shirt had all the other nine JUMP members drawn surrounding the English boy, with a speech bubble emerging from each member, with words like “TEACH ME ENGLISH” and “KATIE” and such. He thought it was extremely clever, and that maybe they could all wear it during their next concert.
“So I’ll just sit here and look at you while you draw?” Takaki asked, widening his eyes.
“Maybe,” Yabu chortled.
An hour later, and Yabu was already asleep on Takaki’s bed.
Takaki looked back at the sleeping figure on his bed and chuckled. He turned back and continued drawing faces on the shirt. It was his fifth shirt already (he had just finished Chinen’s and was doing Hikaru’s one). He had counted the shirts that Yabu had brought along, and there were only nine. The silly boy had forgotten himself.
Takaki suppressed a yawn and rubbed his eyes, which were getting moist from all the drawing. He was running out of ideas and he was getting tired too, but he wanted to help Yabu with the shirts so he wouldn’t have so much to do.
Takaki looked back at Yabu again. He looked so gentle, so vulnerable when he was asleep. There was a slight frown around his eyebrows as he slept, as if he was fighting a bad dream, but his expression would soften again. His face was illuminated by the slight moon glow, and the dimmed lights in his room. Takaki got up and sat down beside Yabu, watching the soft rise and fall of his body, hearing the soft humming from Yabu’s sleeping frame.
He reached out and pushed Yabu’s fringe around. Slowly, carefully, he bent over and planted a soft, wet kiss atop of Yabu’s forehead. Yabu roused from his sleep, his eyes small as he peered at Takaki.
“Were you trying to kiss me?”
Takaki stared back at the groggy Yabu.
Does this guy know what he’s talking about?
“Yes. Yes, I was trying to kiss you,” Takaki whispered in the dark. “And you were supposed to be sleeping.”
“I know, but I could feel you breathing onto my nose and it tickled,” Yabu slurred. “I’m cold.”
“You’re saying that in a very matter-of-fact tone,” said Takaki. He watched Yabu as he mumbled and rubbed his eyes. He wanted so much to just grab him and hug him, but Yabu would probably be too sleepy and slow to react.
“That’s because I want you to hold me as I fall back into sleep again.”
Takaki laughed. He reached over and switched off his bedside light lamp, and the room lunged into a soft, darkness, illuminated by the faint, street lamps outside. He leaned back and slipped his hands behind Yabu’s back, the both of them leaning against the wall. Yabu’s head fell onto Takaki’s shoulders. His hair was tickling the side of Takaki’s face, and it made Takaki feel... weird. Weird and wonderful.
And suddenly, as if on whim, Takaki turned to kiss Yabu. At first Yabu tried to retreat, but as he registered what was actually going on, his body relaxed. Takaki ran his fingers through Yabu’s hair, and broke away as they both gulped for air.
“That was very uncalled for,” Yabu breathed.
“And I was trying to sleep.”
Takaki looked at Yabu in the eyes, and faintly, only faintly, he saw Yabu’s eyes poring right through his, and a surge of warmness flowed through his body. Gently, he laid Yabu’s head down onto his shoulder, and held his hands tightly as he whispered, “Go back to sleep.”
And just like that, the both of them slept through the night. Just like that, with their hands interlocked, until morning came.