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songbirdspeaksTitle: Occasional dinner plans: The time Nagase and Matsujun argued about shampoo
Group Arashi, TOKIO
Characters: Nagase, Jun
Pairings: Nagase/Matsujun
Prompt: 038. Laugh
Word Count: 1515
Rating: PG for mentions of ~sexy times~
Summary: Domesticity in the Nagase-Matsumoto residence? Matsujun wishes.
Warnings: Established relationship :3
Notes: lol SO MUCH SCHMOOP AND FLUFF. Ah well, worse things have happened. Second to be posted in a series of six, but chronologically earlier than the previously posted one. (That makes sense, right? :D;;)
IMPORTANT: This fic takes place in September of 2008, timewise.
Part one can be found here.
OH SHIT HOW DID I FORGET. SOMETHING OF IMPORTANCE: the lyrics used are from TOKIO's Phonograph. The translation was done by the fabulous and awesome and wonderful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Six dates later, and Jun thought that—besides the time Nagase showed up with a case of beer as his only beverage option and then tried to sneak the porno based on ’Kimi wa pet’ into the movie queue—things might actually work out. Which was really, really weird, given that he didn’t recall ever actually discussing what, exactly, was going on here with Nagase, and usually by the third date with someone he was trying to come up with words to describe his relationships (it was kind of a compulsion).
"YO~"
"Hi Naga-nii," Aiba and Nino chorused, and Jun glanced up from his cooking magazine (there was this macaroni and cheese with pureed winter squash he could probably add some beef to to get Nagase to eat something besides steak, steak, steak) and offered his (boyfriend? lover? friend-with-benefits?) occasional dinner plans friend a smile.
"Nagase," he greeted.
"So where are we going tonight?" Nagase asked, inserting himself between Jun and the arm of the couch. Jun leaned against Nagase’s arm, after snapping shut his magazine so Nagase couldn’t get a look at his food plans.
"I was thinking you come over instead," he said, "I’ve got a recipe to try. We can eat and watch the re-airing of my drama special, since you were asleep when it aired."
"Good guess, but no! It’s a karaoke night!"
Jun coughed, choking on his spit. Nagase patted his back, raising an eyebrow.
"Karaoke?" Jun asked weakly, "are you… sure? We could play the Die Hard drinking game instead!"
"You’d be a mess five minutes in, karaoke means we can act dumb, get drunk, and not have to clean up afterward! C’moooon, it’ll be fun."
Help me, Jun mouthed at the room at large. The room at large ignored him; he cursed them all mentally. If Leader had been around he’d have helped him!
"…you’re sure you don’t want to play the Die Hard game? It’s like a free pass to take advantage of me!"
"Like I need a pass to take advantage of you?" Nagase teased, and Jun had to admit that much at least was true.
"C’mon, it’ll be fun," he added, eventually.
Jun sighed, and nodded. "All right," he said, and glared at Nino’s reflection in the mirror after a sudden attack of the giggles exploded from across the room. Nino’s smirk was enough to make Jun pointedly return to his magazine, thumbing over the corner of the mac-and-cheese recipe and flipping to an article on pizza stones.
"Your hair smells weird today," Nagase commented after a minute.
"It had better not," Jun answered, "I used the same shampoo I always use."
"You slept over last night, you should have used my shampoo."
Jun snorted. "Like I’m going to use your 300-yen combination shampoo-and-conditioner on my head?" he asked pointedly.
Nagase huffed, and stood so quickly Jun fell back against the couch arm. "What?" asked Jun, "did you really think I went anywhere without extra shampoo and conditioner?"
Nagase poked him in the forehead. "Message me when you’re done for the day," he ordered, flashing him a roguish smile, "and send me the name of your stupid shampoo, would you?"
"Jun, it’s your turn," Nagase declared when Jun waltzed in fifteen minutes late, shoving the microphone in his hands and tugging him over to the book by the sleeve of his coat.
"Can you go?" Jun asked, "I don’t know what I want to do yet and I just got here and I want a beer."
"All right, all right," Nagase agreed, and stood up for a rousing version of Paradise City, complete with mangled English lyrics.
Jun sipped his beer and tried to calm down. Nagase had been to Countdown with Arashi plenty of times! Sure, most years Arashi didn’t have many songs to sing, but he’d been audible! There was no way he didn’t know! He’d bought a First-Press copy of truth!
All right, he could totally do this. Right?
"I’ve got it," he murmured, when Nagase finished his yelling about green grass and pretty girls.
"Are you gonna go?" Nagase asked, and blinked when Jun plucked the microphone gracefully from his fingers and offered him a sidelong smirk.
"All right then, sexy," Nagase said halfway under his breath, but he was grinning when he settled back on the couch.
KAT-TUN would not have been Jun’s first choice for a song, but since he was hoping to distract Nagase from his singing voice by stripping it was perfect!
Until Nagase laughed.
Jun stiffened, and tugged his coat all the way back on. "What?!"
"Stop," Nagase managed between long lines of laughter, "please."
"Are you telling me you don’t find my stripping sexy?" Jun asked, eyes narrowed.
"No no no that’s not it at all it’s just… never mind. Sing!"
"I don’t—all right. All right, fine. You asked for it, though! Gimme the damn book, do they have—"
"You are my soul, soul," Nagase cheered, laughing.
"So now you know why I don’t, uh, sing, usually," Jun said, bracing himself.
"What do you mean? You sounded great! Sing something else! D’you think if I camp out in front of the boss’s office for long enough he’ll make us a unit?"
Jun blinked. "Wait, you thought I was… good?"
"I thought you were awesome!"
Jun resisted the urge to cry right then and there.
"Don’t sleep on my leg," Nagase warned him, shifting his guitar around strumming the chords to One Love lazily, "you said you wanted to go back to your place instead of staying here at my badass man-pad!"
"If by ‘badass man-pad’ you mean ‘messy but endearing den of filth and alcohol’," Jun grumbled fondly, shifting around on the couch, "I know. I’ll get up in a minute."
Nagase started to play something that poked at the edges of Jun’s memory but that he couldn’t quite remember the words to. "Is this TOKIO?" he asked, quietly.
"Yeah," answered Nagase, and started to sing.
’Ah, for you not to disappear
Ah, all I can do now is pray
If we could have used our voices, it would have been easy
But there are still words that are hiding
They're incomparably bigger than
What we were holding in our arms that day
For example, if everyone
Struggled to get to the same place
As if I saw it sometime far off, this today is unfamiliar
But I want to spend it by your side.’
Jun did cry a little at that. Nagase looked vaguely panicked as he put the guitar aside and started asking Jun what was wrong, but Jun just shook his head and let his eyes fall shut again.
"I cannot believe you replaced all of the shampoo in my travel pack with that cheap stuff you like," Jun said, poking at the fuzzy mass of curls on his head.
Nagase leaned over and stuck his nose in Jun’s hair, breathing deeply. "You smell like me now," he reported, "it’s nice!"
"You know, I’ve thought of something that’ll make us both happy."
"Oh, really?"
"Ugh, so now I smell like flowers? And I’m paying 1200 yen a pop for these things?!"
"You don’t smell like flowers, I picked a neutral scent," answered Jun, rolling his eyes as he replaced the last of Nagase’s shower products, "besides, I left your ~manly man body wash~ so the rest of you still smells like a bear."
"Yes."
"Now would you move? I have to check on dinner."
Jun looked, despairingly, at the blackened remains of his casserole. Behind him, Nagase continued mopping up the cooking oil they’d gotten all over the counter.
"I cannot believe you," Jun hissed.
"Your apron is sexy," Nagase said, and he sounded so sincere Jun resisted the urge to strangle him with the cords. Barely.
"Does the Chinese place down the block deliver?" he asked, finally, "there’s no saving this."
Nagase nodded his chin toward the fridge. "Menu’s on there, probably," he said, narrowing his eyes and rubbing at a spot on his counter, "you know, I think this is actually the cleanest this place has been in months!"
"I know, seeing as I cleaned it," Jun said, pushing the phone under his chin and glancing through the menu.
"All right what the hell why did you order so many vegetables?" Nagase asked, staring at the mound of green things on his plate.
"All that meat is bad for you," Jun said, firmly, "you’ll thank me when you’re not dead by forty-five."
"There’s no way you’re getting rid of me that easily," agreed Nagase around his glass of beer.
"Your hair looks good today," Jun commented when they ran into each other at work a week later.
"You think so?" Nagase asked, "this real babe I know recommended it. Thought he was full of shit but it actually kinda works!"
Jun reached up and ran his fingers through it. "It does work," he said, voice filled with mock wonder, "I thought it might be beyond repair—hey what are you doing where are we going I have work!"
Group Arashi, TOKIO
Characters: Nagase, Jun
Pairings: Nagase/Matsujun
Prompt: 038. Laugh
Word Count: 1515
Rating: PG for mentions of ~sexy times~
Summary: Domesticity in the Nagase-Matsumoto residence? Matsujun wishes.
Warnings: Established relationship :3
Notes: lol SO MUCH SCHMOOP AND FLUFF. Ah well, worse things have happened. Second to be posted in a series of six, but chronologically earlier than the previously posted one. (That makes sense, right? :D;;)
IMPORTANT: This fic takes place in September of 2008, timewise.
Part one can be found here.
OH SHIT HOW DID I FORGET. SOMETHING OF IMPORTANCE: the lyrics used are from TOKIO's Phonograph. The translation was done by the fabulous and awesome and wonderful
ltgmars.-----
Six dates later, and Jun thought that—besides the time Nagase showed up with a case of beer as his only beverage option and then tried to sneak the porno based on ’Kimi wa pet’ into the movie queue—things might actually work out. Which was really, really weird, given that he didn’t recall ever actually discussing what, exactly, was going on here with Nagase, and usually by the third date with someone he was trying to come up with words to describe his relationships (it was kind of a compulsion).
"YO~"
"Hi Naga-nii," Aiba and Nino chorused, and Jun glanced up from his cooking magazine (there was this macaroni and cheese with pureed winter squash he could probably add some beef to to get Nagase to eat something besides steak, steak, steak) and offered his (boyfriend? lover? friend-with-benefits?) occasional dinner plans friend a smile.
"Nagase," he greeted.
"So where are we going tonight?" Nagase asked, inserting himself between Jun and the arm of the couch. Jun leaned against Nagase’s arm, after snapping shut his magazine so Nagase couldn’t get a look at his food plans.
"I was thinking you come over instead," he said, "I’ve got a recipe to try. We can eat and watch the re-airing of my drama special, since you were asleep when it aired."
"Good guess, but no! It’s a karaoke night!"
Jun coughed, choking on his spit. Nagase patted his back, raising an eyebrow.
"Karaoke?" Jun asked weakly, "are you… sure? We could play the Die Hard drinking game instead!"
"You’d be a mess five minutes in, karaoke means we can act dumb, get drunk, and not have to clean up afterward! C’moooon, it’ll be fun."
Help me, Jun mouthed at the room at large. The room at large ignored him; he cursed them all mentally. If Leader had been around he’d have helped him!
"…you’re sure you don’t want to play the Die Hard game? It’s like a free pass to take advantage of me!"
"Like I need a pass to take advantage of you?" Nagase teased, and Jun had to admit that much at least was true.
"C’mon, it’ll be fun," he added, eventually.
Jun sighed, and nodded. "All right," he said, and glared at Nino’s reflection in the mirror after a sudden attack of the giggles exploded from across the room. Nino’s smirk was enough to make Jun pointedly return to his magazine, thumbing over the corner of the mac-and-cheese recipe and flipping to an article on pizza stones.
"Your hair smells weird today," Nagase commented after a minute.
"It had better not," Jun answered, "I used the same shampoo I always use."
"You slept over last night, you should have used my shampoo."
Jun snorted. "Like I’m going to use your 300-yen combination shampoo-and-conditioner on my head?" he asked pointedly.
Nagase huffed, and stood so quickly Jun fell back against the couch arm. "What?" asked Jun, "did you really think I went anywhere without extra shampoo and conditioner?"
Nagase poked him in the forehead. "Message me when you’re done for the day," he ordered, flashing him a roguish smile, "and send me the name of your stupid shampoo, would you?"
"Jun, it’s your turn," Nagase declared when Jun waltzed in fifteen minutes late, shoving the microphone in his hands and tugging him over to the book by the sleeve of his coat.
"Can you go?" Jun asked, "I don’t know what I want to do yet and I just got here and I want a beer."
"All right, all right," Nagase agreed, and stood up for a rousing version of Paradise City, complete with mangled English lyrics.
Jun sipped his beer and tried to calm down. Nagase had been to Countdown with Arashi plenty of times! Sure, most years Arashi didn’t have many songs to sing, but he’d been audible! There was no way he didn’t know! He’d bought a First-Press copy of truth!
All right, he could totally do this. Right?
"I’ve got it," he murmured, when Nagase finished his yelling about green grass and pretty girls.
"Are you gonna go?" Nagase asked, and blinked when Jun plucked the microphone gracefully from his fingers and offered him a sidelong smirk.
"All right then, sexy," Nagase said halfway under his breath, but he was grinning when he settled back on the couch.
KAT-TUN would not have been Jun’s first choice for a song, but since he was hoping to distract Nagase from his singing voice by stripping it was perfect!
Until Nagase laughed.
Jun stiffened, and tugged his coat all the way back on. "What?!"
"Stop," Nagase managed between long lines of laughter, "please."
"Are you telling me you don’t find my stripping sexy?" Jun asked, eyes narrowed.
"No no no that’s not it at all it’s just… never mind. Sing!"
"I don’t—all right. All right, fine. You asked for it, though! Gimme the damn book, do they have—"
"You are my soul, soul," Nagase cheered, laughing.
"So now you know why I don’t, uh, sing, usually," Jun said, bracing himself.
"What do you mean? You sounded great! Sing something else! D’you think if I camp out in front of the boss’s office for long enough he’ll make us a unit?"
Jun blinked. "Wait, you thought I was… good?"
"I thought you were awesome!"
Jun resisted the urge to cry right then and there.
"Don’t sleep on my leg," Nagase warned him, shifting his guitar around strumming the chords to One Love lazily, "you said you wanted to go back to your place instead of staying here at my badass man-pad!"
"If by ‘badass man-pad’ you mean ‘messy but endearing den of filth and alcohol’," Jun grumbled fondly, shifting around on the couch, "I know. I’ll get up in a minute."
Nagase started to play something that poked at the edges of Jun’s memory but that he couldn’t quite remember the words to. "Is this TOKIO?" he asked, quietly.
"Yeah," answered Nagase, and started to sing.
’Ah, for you not to disappear
Ah, all I can do now is pray
If we could have used our voices, it would have been easy
But there are still words that are hiding
They're incomparably bigger than
What we were holding in our arms that day
For example, if everyone
Struggled to get to the same place
As if I saw it sometime far off, this today is unfamiliar
But I want to spend it by your side.’
Jun did cry a little at that. Nagase looked vaguely panicked as he put the guitar aside and started asking Jun what was wrong, but Jun just shook his head and let his eyes fall shut again.
"I cannot believe you replaced all of the shampoo in my travel pack with that cheap stuff you like," Jun said, poking at the fuzzy mass of curls on his head.
Nagase leaned over and stuck his nose in Jun’s hair, breathing deeply. "You smell like me now," he reported, "it’s nice!"
"You know, I’ve thought of something that’ll make us both happy."
"Oh, really?"
"Ugh, so now I smell like flowers? And I’m paying 1200 yen a pop for these things?!"
"You don’t smell like flowers, I picked a neutral scent," answered Jun, rolling his eyes as he replaced the last of Nagase’s shower products, "besides, I left your ~manly man body wash~ so the rest of you still smells like a bear."
"Yes."
"Now would you move? I have to check on dinner."
Jun looked, despairingly, at the blackened remains of his casserole. Behind him, Nagase continued mopping up the cooking oil they’d gotten all over the counter.
"I cannot believe you," Jun hissed.
"Your apron is sexy," Nagase said, and he sounded so sincere Jun resisted the urge to strangle him with the cords. Barely.
"Does the Chinese place down the block deliver?" he asked, finally, "there’s no saving this."
Nagase nodded his chin toward the fridge. "Menu’s on there, probably," he said, narrowing his eyes and rubbing at a spot on his counter, "you know, I think this is actually the cleanest this place has been in months!"
"I know, seeing as I cleaned it," Jun said, pushing the phone under his chin and glancing through the menu.
"All right what the hell why did you order so many vegetables?" Nagase asked, staring at the mound of green things on his plate.
"All that meat is bad for you," Jun said, firmly, "you’ll thank me when you’re not dead by forty-five."
"There’s no way you’re getting rid of me that easily," agreed Nagase around his glass of beer.
"Your hair looks good today," Jun commented when they ran into each other at work a week later.
"You think so?" Nagase asked, "this real babe I know recommended it. Thought he was full of shit but it actually kinda works!"
Jun reached up and ran his fingers through it. "It does work," he said, voice filled with mock wonder, "I thought it might be beyond repair—hey what are you doing where are we going I have work!"
