CRY OUT [Oneshot] - Part 1

[h_itoshi]

Title: CRY OUT
Fandom: Kis-My-Ft2, SuG
Pairing(s): Chiyu/Fujigaya, a little Nikaido/Senga
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 9701 (another two-part monster sorry)
Warnings: Rimming
Summary: Fujigaya just finds the guy pretty hot, that's all. Then Senga insists they go see their concert.
Notes: Jrock crossover!! Because Chiyu. Is hot. And that's pretty much the only reason this 9,7k fic exists haha. And a reason to write fanboy!gaya of course. Title is actually pretty self-explanatory.
 

"What are you looking at?" Senga's curious voice reaches him and the magazine is snatched from Fujigaya's hands.

"Hey!" He tries to reach for it, feeling his cheeks heat up in embarrassment when Senga quickly jumps away and eyes the spread Fujigaya'd been looking at.

Fujigaya's reaction makes Yokoo's look up from his pocket book, and Kitayama grumbles awake when Nikaido, whose lap his head is in, moves too much while trying to look over Senga's shoulder.

Senga frowns at the two glossy pages, then looks up at Fujigaya, puzzled. "... What were you looking at?"

Fujigaya crosses his arms and leans back in the couch, hiding his relief with a sour tone. "My magazine. That I'd want back."

Senga just raises an eyebrow at him that says he's not fooled, before he looks at the magazine spread again. "No really. What were you looking at? You had the same look my brother has when he sees Megan Fox."

Nikaido snorts and then grabs at the edge of the page that's closest to him and tugs it out of Senga's hands and onto Kitayama's face. Kitayama mumbles some well chosen swear words as Nikaido picks the magazine up and looks at it too.

"... Is this the right one?" He asks Senga, looking as confused.

Senga nods while Yokoo tries to see but tries to look like he doesn't, and Kitayama sits up with a groan and hair all a mess. "What's going on?"

"Taipi's weird." Nika announces and looks more thoroughly at the pages like they're hiding a secret.

"Old news." Kitayama mutters and glares at Fujigaya, who glares back.

"Senga stole my magazine." He says simply, turning to glare at Senga instead.

"It's not your magazine though, is it?" Yokoo asks suddenly, tilting his head and Fujigaya purses his lips because Yokoo knows.

"... Now that you mention it, it looks like one of Miyata's magazines." Senga turns to look at Fujigaya again. "Seriously, what are you doing?"

"Nothing!" Fujigaya says defensively, and even Kitayama raises a questioning eyebrow.

"Can I see that?" He asks and grabs the magazine, looking at it. "... There's only anime and visual bands ads?"

"Exactly." Senga agrees.

"Yeah so maybe it's Miyata's magazine, it was on the table when I arrived!" Fujigaya answers fiercely, and it's true. He just happened to know what might be in it.

"Can I see too?" Yokoo gives in on his attempts to be subtle, and as he receives the magazine, his eyes go right to the spot Fujigaya'd been looking at. He meets Fujigaya's eyes with a knowing look. "Just say it?"

Everyone turns to Yokoo and Fujigaya's blush rises again.

"Watta, share your knowledge?" Senga asks with his best kouhai voice, and Fujigaya sees that Yokoo's going to betray him.

"There's a guy in that band Taisuke finds hot." Yokoo says lightly, and takes Fujigaya's raging glare calmly.

There's a silence as they all process that and Fujigaya plots revenge on Yokoo.

"What?!" Nikaido grabs the magazine back and stares. "Who? One of these guys?!"

Kitayama leans over to look again while Senga just stares between Yokoo and Fujigaya to confirm the truth in that statement.

"Gotta be this one." Kitayama points. "Otherwise Taipi really doesn't have taste."

"I have taste!" Fujigaya snarls, absolutely confident that if Kitayama didn't choose the same guy as him, he's the one with bad taste.

"The crouching fierce guy who's all... gray?" Kitayama raises his eyebrows in question and Fujigaya grumbles an affirmative.

"Him?!" Nikaido points, supposedly at the right guy, and then stares at Fujigaya with complete disbelief. "Taipi, what the hell!?"

"What do you mean what the hell?" Fujigaya snaps back, regretting he even opened that magazine.

"He's a... guy! A visual band guy! He wears make-up!" Nikaido rambles, and continues to look at the other band members. "They all do!"

"Like you don't stare your eyes out at Senga when he wears eyeliner." Fujigaya says sharply, and that actually shuts Nikaido up for a moment.

"... How did you even find him? He's not exactly... your type?" Senga asks and sits down next to Fujigaya, looking curious rather than mocking, and Fujigaya can't help but drop his guard.

"By accident. I happened to scroll past a music channel with this kind of bands, and there he was." Fujigaya shrugs. "I just think he's kind of hot okay, what's the deal."

"Is it a good band?" Senga tilts his head, purposely ignoring the last bit Fujigaya said.

"... It's weird." Fuijgaya frowns. "I don't even know what to think about it, they're just... weird."

"Yeah well, they're from a different musical world than we are after all." Kitayama points out, taking the magazine from Nikaido and hands it back towards Senga. "Never thought you'd have the hots for a guy like that."

"I do not-"

"We should go see them!" Senga exclaims, silencing Fujigaya's protest with his cheerful suggestion.

"Are you joking?" Fujigaya sincerely hopes he is.

"No, it'd be fun, I've never been to a smaller concert that's you know... not a show." He says, excited about his idea, and Nikaido seems ready to tag along as usual.

"... I'm not 14 with a crush, I don't even want to go see them?" Fujigaya shoves at Senga to try and get the idea out of him, but he's not budging.

"Oh c'mon, I saw your look at him. And that was in a magazine." Senga sends him a smirk that has Fujigaya forcing down another blush.

"Watta." Fujigaya whines, hoping Yokoo has at least a little shame for outing him. "Stop him."

"No, you should go." Yokoo agrees. "I've heard way too much about him already, you should act on your urges for once."

Senga smiles, knowing he's won already. "So what are they called?"

 

~*~

 

And so, Fujigaya finds himself on a train heading for Shibuya two weeks later, and it's not for shopping purposes. Senga and Nikaido are excited, chatting happily about seeing something different, while Kitayama just stands looking out the window. When Fujigaya'd suspiciously asked Kitayama why he was coming, pretty certain it was just to mock him, he'd just shrugged and said he liked concerts and pretty girls, which he figured there'd be a few among the fans.

Fujigaya's looked at his ticket several times the last few days, wondering why the hell he agreed to this, pending between throwing his ticket away with a snort at how silly he is, and really looking forward to going.

They get off the train, only struggling with google maps until Kitayama confiscates the phone from Senga and Nikaido and takes the lead, and then easily finds the way.

Fujigaya feels a little weird, nervous and still excited, when they stand across the street from where the rest of the crowd are, not really feeling like they blend in among the girls in crazy visual kei outfits.

It's like meeting a senpai alone for the first time. That's the feeling, almost. It's just that it's mixed with a hint of what he used to feel for Namie Amuro when he was seven years old.

"Aw Gaya, are you nervous?" Senga smiles, that bastard, and takes Fujigaya's hand in his for comfort.

"Shut up, of course not." Fujigaya snarls, but the only reason he tugs his hand back is because of Nikaido's and Kitayama's laughter.

They're all very casually dressed, and Fujigaya made sure he could approve of Senga and Nikaido before they even went out the door, but he had difficulties deciding what to wear himself. Not too casual, but not too dressed up either, and after an hour he'd settled on a pair of ripped jeans Kimura-senpai would probably consider too tight, and a white, printed T-shirt with a cardigan over. Now he's second-guessing his outfit choice for the 162nd time, looking at the girls queuing once more and thinks that he should have gone a little wilder.

Kitayama nudges his arm with a grin suddenly and Fujigaya jumps. "Hey. You're spacing out all the time, you really like that guy."

"I hate you all." Fujigaya mutters and crosses his arms. "I didn't even want to go."

"Oh you did." Senga smiles and Nikaido grins mischievously.

"That's why we emptied our piggy banks to buy you a ticket." Nikaido agrees and Kitayama laughs.

"Why don't you use your savings to buy a new face, because you will need it after I punch your current one." Fujigaya growls, and Senga lays a hand on his arm, clearly realizing that they went too far.

"Easy Taipi. It'll be fun."

Fujigaya grumbles some more, but they leave him alone, talks about the girls in line and what they're wearing, and Fujigaya eases up and into the conversation after a few minutes.

When they start letting people in, his weird feeling slams back like a punch. He feels awkward, kind of like a parent among these girls with contacts and crazy hair and platforms that make them as tall as him, and he's glad he's got his groupmates with him, even though he'd never admit it.

Senga and Nikaido chat loudly about how different everything is, sounding like freaking tourists with the way they giggle as the man at the entrance checks their tickets, with how they point at posters inside and laugh.

Kitayama is as chill as he always is, strolling before Fujigaya through the dark corridor and stairs leading to the concert hall itself, and if there's something Fujigaya would never ever admit, it's that Kitayama's calm calms him too.

“They're like kids, aren't they?” Kitayama smiles as they lean against a wall to watch Senga and Nikaido look at goods with wide eyes.

“Yeah. Annoying kids.” Fujigaya mutters, crossing his arms over his stomach to try and make the butterflies fluttering around in there settle.

“Taipi, seriously.” Kitayama rolls his eyes, serious for once. “He's not gonna want a whiny bitch you know. Relax.”

Fujigaya's head snaps around to glare at him, about to growl something about showing Kitayama bitchy, but Kitayama's face is so sincere he trails off.

“Whatever.” He finally grumbles, and Kitayama's sigh sounds like he thinks that's good enough.

Senga and Nikaido return, both smiling.

“Hey Taipi. I bought you a clearfile.” Nikaido smiles and pats his bag. “You can have it later.”

“Oh my god...” Fujigaya starts to groan, but Senga's hand around his wrist distracts him.

“Come on, let's go inside.” He says, efficiently tugging Fujigaya along towards the door to the concert hall.

It's not that big, not at all compared to the kind of arenas they have their own shows, and Nikaido voices the same thought as he looks around.

“But it's cosy.” Senga says, always the positive one, and Nikaido just shrugs, looking at the amplifiers on the stage with slight interest.

“So he's the bass player, the one you like?” Nikaido leans across Kitayama to ask Fujigaya, who grumbles an affirmation after a long glare at Nikaido to try and see his purpose of the question.

“Then you'll want to stand on that side.” Nikaido points towards the right side of the stage, and all three of them look at him with surprise until he rolls his eyes. “What? It's not like I'm completely useless.”

Kitayama snorts a laugh, but Senga just leans on Nikaido's shoulder with a soft smile. “Of course not, not my Nika.”

“Public.” Fujigaya warns before Kitayama shoves him towards the right side of the stage.

“Please, if someone recognizes us they won't care anyway.” Nika mutters as he follows them, Senga clinging to his arm.

“Yeah, let me make out with Nika during at least one concert of my life.” Senga agrees, but now even Kitayama's head whips around to give him a stern look.

Senga pouts, but then Nikaido turns around to whisper something in his ear and his smile is worrying, but Fujigaya decides that for today, they can be responsible for their own contracts.

He turns forward, and realizes he's pretty close to the stage, probably five or six girls with harshly spiked hair before him whom he can easily look above. He bites his lip, suddenly hoping that he won't be visible from the stage because that would be freaking embarrassing, and he takes a step to the side, closer to the wall.

“Oh thanks, even I get to see something.” Kitayama says and Fujigaya rolls his eyes, crossing his arms and trying not to freak out, thoughts like what am I doing here!? running through his head.

When the lights go out and the crowd starts cheering, it's really the best for Fujigaya's mental health, even though his heart skips a beat when some kind of overture starts to play.

The drummer comes out first, waving to the cheering audience calling his name, and something about him weirdly reminds Fujigaya of Chinen, even though they look nothing alike. He makes a face at himself, but then forgets his face completely when the bassist comes out. He's wearing black pants and shiny Dr. Martens, a dark tank top under a black and white patterned loose shirt, two thick silver necklaces resting below his collarbones. The make-up is caked on his face, but Fujigaya doesn't even think about that, only sees the grey-ish contacts and heavy eyeliner making his eyes seductive, his silvery hair styled hard with hairspray. He wears his bass over his shoulder and walks casually across the stage, giving the crowd a wave and a smirk that sparks something inside Fujigaya that he's almost ashamed of. The girls before him shriek so loud he winces, and he realizes they're also on this side for a reason.

He tears his eyes away for a moment to look at the other members entering the stage, but they're just not as interesting, and his gaze keeps darting back to the bassist, even as the vocalist grabs the mic and starts talking, hyping the audience up before the first song starts.

He doesn't exactly like the band, he's tried listening to it, he even made his little brother help him download it from some sleazy website, but he doesn't really... get it. It's not straight out bad, but it's not his thing. There are many different kinds of songs though, so it's not boring to listen to, from funky pop to almost heavy metal. Fujigaya glances to the side, seeing on Kitayama's concentrated face that he's thinking about voice capacity and chords rather than listening to the music, and when Fujigaya looks behind him at Senga and Nikaido he has to look twice; Nikaido has his arms around Senga, head on his shoulder while Senga holds his hands and sways a little to the music.

None of them know the furi for any song, of course, but Fujigaya only gets one weird glance from the girl next to him once, when he's in the way. Most of the concert, he just stares shamelessly at him, Chiyu is his name, even though he's been too embarrassed to admit to the others that he knows it. He's playing around a lot, laughing and making faces and flirting with the girls shouting his name between songs, and it has Fujigaya the tiniest bit flustered. Another thing that gets to him is that fanservice in this scene is something completely different than it is in his sparkly Johnny's world where fans scream when he even glances at Kitayama.

Here, the vocalist saunters over to one of the guitarists, the shorter one who's actually pretty fierce too, and then leans in close to his face, giving him a filthy bedroom look and Fujigaya's shockingly convinced they're going to kiss before the vocalist pulls back and smirks.

He exchanges a wide-eyed glance with Kitayama, who looks about as shocked as Fujigaya feels. He looks over his shoulder for Nikaido and Senga, and jerks when he sees that they're actually kissing, Nikaido still holding Senga in his arms as they exchange little heated kisses, only eyes for each other.

Fujigaya quickly turns back, nudging Kitayama in the side and nods towards them, deciding that if someone should stop them it would be Kitayama.

Kitayama sighs when he sees them, but only leans back to tell them something, and then continues watching the concert.

When there's a pause between main live and encore, Fujigaya glances back and both of them are gone.

“Where did Nisen go?” He asks Kitayama, who turns, looks at the girl that's behind them now and then shrugs.

“Hell if I know.” Is all he says, and then there's the encore and Chiyu's switched into a tour T-shirt and Fujigaya has to look.

When the live's over and the lights in the hall comes back to life, he's not sure what he feels. He's got one of those silvery ribbons they shoot out from the stage in his hands, saying the name of the band and the tour, his ears are ringing and he feels hot inside, but still a bit empty because it's over.

“Hey!” Suddenly Senga's voice says and Fujigaya turns to look at him, wondering where he's been the past twenty minutes. Senga's smile is way too wide when he grabs Fujigaya's wrist and tugs him along, Kitayama following with a smile.

“Where are we going?” Fujigaya asks suspiciously when Senga doesn't drag him towards the exit.

“Backstage.” Senga shoots a smile over his shoulder and Fujigaya's jaw drop.

“You're kidding right.” He says, not sure if Senga hears him or not, and so he raises his voice a little. “How do you think we'd do that?”

But then some girls move away and there's Nikaido chatting with a security guard standing before a heavy looking door.

“Connections~” Senga grins, and suddenly Fujigaya realizes where he's been the past twenty minutes as Senga greets the security guard. “Hey. Here they are.”

“They really are.” The security guard nods, looking a little impressed, and then reaches a paper and pen out to Kitayama, who automatically accepts it but looks confused.

“Hi?” He says, tilting his head and then looks down at the blank paper.

“Would you sign that? My daughter loves you.” The security guard explains, and Fujigaya almost bursts out laughing, because the guy is huge and tattooed and looks pretty dangerous, and here he is getting an idol autograph for his daughter. Then he remembers he's supposed to be upset his daughter likes Kitayama and not him.

“Oh, sure.” Kitayama puts on his idol smile and starts his damn calligraphy signature. “What's her name?”

Nikaido gives Fujigaya the least subtle wink he could possibly produce, and Senga nudges him in the side.

Fujigaya's cheeks burn as they're let through the door, all on friendly terms with the security guard, and the corridor behind it is bright and a little messy, staff-looking people occasionally hurrying across it.

“It's this way.” Senga says confidently and grabs Fujigaya's wrist after a glance at his face to make sure he doesn't flee, then leads them through the maze of corridors.

“For how long did you talk to that guy?” Kitayama laughs as they turn the third corner and he's clearly lost already.

“Kenpi's cute when he wants to.” Nikaido says as explanation, and Fujigaya knows him well enough to hear that he shrugs with a small smile without even having to turn and look. He's busy blushing at being dragged along to meet his crush like a 14 year old, and tries to ignore the weird looks staff give them as they pass.

Finally, they get to an open door, and Fujigaya hears laughter that abruptly ceases as Senga easily steps inside and drags Fujigaya along.

They're in a dressing room that actually looks pretty similar to what Fujigaya's used to, mirrors and couches and stuff everywhere, except that every inch of the walls are scribbled with band names and dates and drawings.

There are six people in the room, one who's clearly a staff guy who quickly leaves, and then the band members.

“Hello there?” The vocalist says, mild surprise in his voice but only amusement on his face as he wipes sweat and make-up from his forehead with the tour towel.

Fujigaya licks his lips nervously, thinking that he didn't ask for this and that Senga has to handle it, and looks around the room instead. The drummer looks at them with a frown, clearly interrupted in the process of removing his make-up as he's got a tissue in his hand and stands before the mirror.

The tall guitarist with dark hair stands slowly after digging around in a bag, looking mostly surprised but also puzzled.

The other guitarist sits on one of the two couches with his cellphone in one hand and what looks like a beer in the other, looking between all of them with a neutral face, if only a little surprised.

Chiyu is on the other couch, legs crossed as he smokes a cigarette, eyeing the newcomers evenly with a small, interested smile, and when his eyes meet Fujigaya's something jolts inside him and he immediately looks away.

“Hey.” Senga says happily, still holding Fujigaya's wrist tightly. “Great show!”

“Thanks.” The vocalist tilts his head with a smile that looks a little wicked, but that's just his smile, Fujigaya's learned. “Who are you?”

“They're idols.” The drummer says, and his frown has changed into a face of shock, his voice incredulous. “They're the guys my mom bought a shitload of chewing gum for.”

Kitayama snorts a laugh at that. “We get that a lot.”

The vocalist suddenly makes a face like he just realized something, and looks around at his bandmates before turning back to look at Fujigaya and his groupmates. “Yes! I've seen you guys on TV I think!”

“Something embarrassing right?” Nikaido says, and he sounds a bit put out, and the vocalist laughs.

“Nah, I think it was the news? You're that kiss-group aren't you? I recognize you.” He points at Fujigaya, who startles a little at being pointed out, and then tugs his wrist free from Senga's grip, thinking that it must look really stupid to be held like that.

“Now that you mention it.” Chiyu agrees, and when Fujigaya realizes it's him who's talking, he almost blushes at how deep his voice is and the way his eyes trail over the four of them and then stops at Fujigaya with the tiniest smirk.

“Yeah, that's us.” Senga chirps happily. “Most of the time people have seen us do something embarrassing so that's a nice change!”

“I've seen that too.” The drummer mutters. “My mom loves NEWS, but there's one of you she likes too.”

“Oh, who is that?” Kitayama asks with a smirk, but the drummer just shrugs like he has no idea.

“I don't know, I don't remember his name. It's neither of you.”

“Tama.” Kitayama, Nikaido, and Senga say at the same time, and the only reason Fujigaya doesn't is because he feels Chiyu's eyes on him and is thoroughly distracted trying not to look back.

The guitarists burst out laughing as the drummer looks a little sheepish and agrees that yeah, that's the guy.

“So what owes us the pleasure of idols?” The tall guitarist asks, and Fujigaya freezes since he wouldn't put it past Nikaido to just tell the truth.

“Let's just say we were in the neighborhood.” Kitayama grins and saunters closer to the make-up counter where there are a lot of cables and electronic devices that Fujigaya doesn't recognize. “Is that a new type of tuner or something?”

The guitarist looks shocked for a few moments before starting to answer Kitayama's guitar questions, and Fujigaya is both impressed and thankful at the distraction technique as well as a little aggravated that every musician seems to assume that idols can't even tell the difference between a bass and a guitar.

“So, since you're in the neighborhood, want some beer?” The other guitarist offers, and Fujigaya exchanges surprised looks with Nikaido and Senga. The guitarist laughs a little. “Not something you normally do?”

“Not really.” Nikaido agrees, but then grins. “But something we'd like to do.”

He happily trots over and sits down next to the guitarist on the couch, and Senga follows, leaving the only empty space next to Chiyu. Fujigaya just has time to think that he hates those little fuckers, before Chiyu catches his attention with a pat next to him on the couch.

“You're not interested?” He asks, and Fujigaya immediately sits down, feeling tense and uncomfortable as he fights his blush while being handed a beer from across the table.

“So, since we're not as into idols as others...” The guitarist says with a grin and glances at their drummer who's returned to his make-up. “Who are you?”

“I'm Nikaido.” Nikaido says and takes it upon himself to introduce them. “This is Senga, that short guy is Kitayama and that's Gaya.”

Fujigaya glares at him, because come on at least properly introduce him if he's going to do it at all.

“Gaya?” Chiyu repeats slowly, breathing in some smoke from his cigarette and a small shiver runs down Fujigaya's spine at hearing his nickname in that voice.

“It's Fujigaya actually.” He says, and before he can stop himself, he adds his first name too. “Fujigaya Taisuke.”

“Fujigaya Taisuke...” Again Chiyu repeats his name, sounding kind of like he tastes it and it sounds almost dirty, sending another shiver through Fujigaya's body. Then he shoots Fujigaya a mischievous glance, and Fujigaya notices he took his lenses out and his eyes are so dark. “Is Gaya okay? I'm Chiyu.”

“Sure.” Fujigaya gets out, but his voice comes out a little weak, and he tries to amend himself. “Nice to meet you.”

“I'm Yuji.” The guitarist smiles as he offers Nikaido a cheers before looking at the rest of them too. “So, idols huh? What exactly do you do as an idol? No offense.”

“Work a lot.” Nikaido laughs, and Yuji watches him with a small smile that Fujigaya can see raises Senga's hackles immediately. “We do a lot of things, mostly perform to make girls swoon and make fools of ourselves on TV.”

“You make a fool of yourself Nika.” Fujigaya can't help himself, and Nikaido makes a very immature face at him.

“Whatever, not everyone is Prince fucking Charming like you.” Nikaido sniffs and almost everyone laughs.

“You're just jealous.” Fujigaya mutters and sips his beer to distract himself from how Chiyu's smiling next to him.

“We skate too.” Senga adds. “Roller skates.”

“Roller skates?” Yuji repeats with a grin and looks interested, glancing at Senga before his eyes return to Nikaido, and Fujigaya almost laughs at how Senga's eyes narrows at that.

“Not very rock n' roll I guess, but it's awesome.” Nikaido says and Fujigaya nods slowly to agree.

“It's not as easy as it looks.”

“I'd fall and die if I tried.” The vocalist says and suddenly sits down on Fujigaya's other side, close enough that Fujigaya automatically shifts closer to Chiyu. “Hi, I'm Takeru. Yuji, hand me a beer will ya?”

Fujigaya is still a little surprised at the sudden closeness, not used to people getting into his personal space at all, and he shifts uncomfortably, thighs touching Chiyu's on one side and Takeru's on the other and he feels like the world's biggest prude suddenly.

“Why do you skate?” Yuji almost laughs, like it's one of the strangest things he's ever heard of. “I mean, in concerts and stuff too?”

“Agency made us.” Nikaido shrugs, but then smirks. “And well, if your arena is Tokyo Dome you kind of need skates.”

“Nika don't brag.” Senga says sternly, and lays a hand on Nikaido's shoulder that has nothing to do with his tone and everything to do with how Yuji smirks back at Nikaido.

“Mah, we'd never fill Dome anyway.” Takeru shrugs.

“Yeah, it'd look empty. Guess we're not as pretty as you guys, don't lure in as many girls.” Yuji smiles and looks straight at Nikaido, who of course doesn't get it, and Fujigaya tries to hide his smile.

“Must be tough to have an agency like that.” Chiyu puts in, stubbing his cigarette as he breathes out the last smoke. “Where you can't do what you want, I mean.”

“Sometimes.” Senga agrees, sounding a little less happy-go-lucky as he keeps glancing at Nikaido and Yuji. “We don't get to write our own songs or anything like that, we don't even get to date girls.”

“Do you even date girls?” Takeru laughs, but then quickly apologizes. “Sorry, just had to say it.”

“Not the first one.” Nikaido laughs and drinks some more beer, avoiding to answer the question. “But come on, you guys wear make-up.”

“Don't you like it?” Yuji asks with a small smile, and Senga actually makes a small sound when Nikaido smiles back.

“I didn't. I kind of think it's cooler now.”

“We do wear eyeliner sometimes, don't we Nika?” Senga says loudly, drawing Nikaido's attention back to him for a moment.

The conversation goes on, and even though it's pretty fun watching Senga get all flustered at Yuji flirting wildly with an oblivious Nikaido, Fujigaya can't think of anything but Chiyu next to him, how he smells of cigarettes and cologne, how his silver earrings catches light when he laughs.

He looks nothing like he does in glossy magazine pictures, and still just like it. But he looks more real, older, and more touchable, the feel of his thigh against Fujigaya's as distracting as it's pleasant.

Kitayama eventually squeezes in next to Takeru while the other guitarist sits next to Senga and the drummer ends up on the floor, and it causes Fujigaya to almost end up in Chiyu's lap, squished tightly against his side. He can smell the hairspray too now, chemicals and perfume, and if he leaned just a bit closer he could brush his nose against his ear. It's exciting, exhilarating in the way it felt when you were fifteen and in love with the cool guy in school, and Fujigaya keeps having trouble following the conversation, ending up startled several times when someone asks him something.

But nothing gets him as hot as when he has to shift a little, and accidentally lays a hand on Chiyu's thigh, which earns him a glance that looks like heated challenge. He quickly withdraws his hand, but Chiyu only laughs at whatever stupid thing comes out of Nikaido's mouth at the moment and casually lays his own hand on Fujigaya's thigh instead.

Fujigaya feels a blush spread on his cheeks and he looks away quickly, focuses on the way Senga's arm is around Nikaido's waist, how he's pressed as close to Nikaido as he can without being in his lap as he talks to the tall guitarist, Masato. Nikaido is as oblivious still, letting Senga run hands all over him while talking to Yuji as if they're best friends.

Eventually, Takeru calls out that it's late and they can't hang around here forever.

Senga immediately tugs Nikaido up from the couch. Nikaido seems a little startled, and Yuji a little upset to be robbed of his eyecandy.

“Come on Nika, let's go home.” Senga says easily, and he can't hide his smirk when Nikaido agrees.

“Hey lovebirds, don't leave without me.” Kitayama hurries to say, and Senga just rolls his eyes, but breaks into a radiant smile when Nikaido loops an arm around his waist and presses a gentle kiss to his temple.

“We wouldn't leave without leader.” Nikaido says simply, and Yuji just stares between Nikaido and Senga with a face that clearly says 'well fuck'.

Fujigaya laughs, two beers well enough to get him tipsy when he's nervous, but then shivers when Chiyu's hand on his thigh slides a little upwards and there's a low voice in his ear. “Are you leaving with them? Or coming home with me?”

~*~

 

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Since I love this fic (which you do know) I want to point out my favorite parts. Only the favorites not the ones I like because I like the whole thing. orz

"Why don't you use your savings to buy a new face, because you will need it after I punch your current one." Fujigaya growls, and Senga lays a hand on his arm, clearly realizing that they went too far.

“Yeah, let me make out with Nika during at least one concert of my life.”

THE ENTIRE DESCRIPTION OF CHIYU WHEN HE COMES OUT ON STAGE
and the vk fanservice hehehe
AND NIKASEN KISSING ugh don't mind my otp feelings

“Nika don't brag.” Senga says sternly, and lays a hand on Nikaido's shoulder that has nothing to do with his tone and everything to do with how Yuji smirks back at Nikaido.
ngl i like yuji in this

He quickly withdraws his hand, but Chiyu only laughs at whatever stupid thing comes out of Nikaido's mouth at the moment and casually lays his own hand on Fujigaya's thigh instead.
mhmhhmmmhmhm