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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Johnny's_Entertainment, A.B.C.-Z, Kis-My-Ft2_(Band), Johnny's_Jr.
  Relationship:
      Hashimoto_Ryosuke/Totsuka_Shota, Nikaido_Takashi/Senga_Kento
  Character:
      Hashimoto_Ryosuke, Totsuka_Shota, Kawai_Fumito, Goseki_Koichi, Takizawa
      Hideaki, Yara_Tomoyuki, Nikaido_Takashi, Senga_Kento
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff_and_Smut, Playzone_backstage_shenanigans, EbiKisu_being_themselves,
      poor_Tottsu's_blood-pressure, background_NiSen
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-28 Words: 3513
****** Hot Child in the City ******
by Beltenebra
Summary
     Tottsu tries to steer Hasshi away from corrupting influences. This
     works out about as well as you’d expect.
Notes
     This was originally written for JE FQF 2010.
     Hasshi is 17 so he is technically still jail-bait in this fic.
It was once again time for Playzone. Totsuka had always loved Playzone. They
were usually in rehearsals for a month or so and although it was undoubtedly
hard work, it didn’t usually feel like it. It was a great time to spend time
with his bandmates and friends in other groups working on a project that didn’t
require them to be “on” all the time like Shokura. He liked the sight of the
lot of them in ratty practice clothes and no make-up, hair pulled up or back
with little regard to how silly they might look. He liked the relaxed
atmosphere, the freedom they had to switch from serious work mode to carefree
goofing off.
He watched Hasshi and Tsuka go through one of the more difficult tumbling runs
and didn’t bother to hide the proud smile he felt curve his lips when he
watched Hasshi excelling. He’d joined their group when he was fifteen, two
short years later and their Z had more than settled into his talent and his
place in the group. He wasn’t the nervous, doe-eyed fifteen year-old he was
when he first joined them. He was more confident, finally totally comfortable
being familiar with them, and even taller.
Tottsu was still watching a few minutes later when Hasshi bent back in a slow,
graceful walkover.
“Nice view, huh?”
He must have been distracted for Kawai to be able to sneak up on him completely
unawares. The shorter man draped an arm around his shoulders and chuckled. “Kid
looks good bent over like that.”
Tottsu rolled his eyes, more than used to Fumito’s constant readiness to dish
out smutty observations. Kawai never bothered to disguise his comments, he was
more the single- entendre type.
“He’s too young.” Which Kawai knew. They were all more than aware how young
Hasshi was. But Tottsu still felt compelled to say it every time. He hated to
admit it, but he still needed to remind himself sometimes.
It was hard for anyone in the company to stay innocent forever. Especially when
they spent all of their time with older and worldlier co-workers. On the whole,
they had been pretty good at keeping most of their more risque goings-on away
from Hasshi, but the kid was seventeen now and he was pretty damned curious.
Any time he felt like he was being left out, he busted out the pout and the
puppy dog eyes; and what’s worse, he now knew exactly how effective they were
on just about all of them. Especially Tottsu.
But he was working on it. He hoped continued exposure would help; he got The
Look (as Tsuka had coined it) every time he herded Hasshi away from grabby
senpai or from any conversation involving Fujigaya’s patented ‘I’m telling a
sexy story’ smirk, which knowing Taipi, probably also involved grabby senpai.
He just wasn’t ready for Hasshi to grow up. That’s what he told himself. And if
it was wrong for him to have untoward thoughts about their youngest, then no
one else was allowed to either. However, it was becoming increasingly difficult
to police his colleagues. The almost festival atmosphere of Playzone certainly
didn’t make it easier.
Tottsu pinched Kawai hard in the side just to hear him squawk and tried to
ignore Hasshi bouncing cheerfully over to stage left to greet some of the
Kisumai boys who had just arrived. The younger man was talking to Nikaido,
gesturing wildly and absentmindedly re-snapping the parts of his pants that had
come open during tumbling practice. He had replaced most of the baggy
sweatpants Tottsu had helped him pick out last year with sleek track pants, the
kind Senga liked with snaps all the way up to the hip. When Tottsu pointed out
that if Hasshi moved the wrong way the entire cast would be looking at his
Naruto boxers Hasshi had just blinked innocently in the face of Tottsu’s
incredulity and replied that Senga said they had good ventilation. Tottsu had
valiantly attempted to ignore Goseki waggling his eyebrows exaggeratedly at him
over Hasshi’s shoulder and Kawai’s snicker.
He had a feeling this year was going to be rough.
Today it seemed like the entirety of the cast was out to drive him completely
batshit. It was like they had a meeting or something. His more paranoid
fantasies conjured up a vision of Ebikisu (minus him and Hasshi) listening
intently as Yara outlined a detailed plan for thoroughly corrupting Hasshi and
making Tottsu into a crazy person in the process. There had been a flip chart.
And diagrams.
He had passed a whispering knot of bandmates this morning, Goseki and Tsuka and
half of Kisumai having a hushed exchange that involved a lot of wild gesturing
and pointed looks in his direction. He figured they were planning some prank
and made a mental note to double check his water bottle/shoes/duffel bag for
surprises. As this was a pretty standard order of business any time this many
of them were together in the same place, he wasn’t really worried.
Things had been fine until lunch. As soon as the break had been called Goseki
and Yara swooped down, flanking Hasshi with identical evil grins. Goseki linked
his arm through Hasshi’s and proceeded to tug him towards the exit. Letting
Hasshi wander off unsupervised with Goseki and Yara? There was no way that was
a good idea. God knows what they would talk about. Even in a verified public
place, he wouldn’t put it past them to be more than able to corrupt Hasshi.
He flung himself in the path to the door, trying to look as casual as possible.
“Where are you going?”
Yara grinned, “Gocchi and I are taking Hasshi-kun to lunch.”
“He asked me for advice about something a little while back and I thought this
would be a perfect opportunity.” Goskei’s smile gleamed dark around the edges.
“Well, you can’t have him today, Hasshi is having lunch with me. And I’m not
ready to go yet.” It came out of his mouth in a rush. He looked at Hasshi and
hoped his smile didn’t reflect his panic. He had no idea what he would do if
Hasshi refused.
Thankfully Hasshi lit up like a Christmas tree and launched himself forward to
wrap his arms around Tottsu’s neck in an exuberant hug. “Yay! Lunch with
Tottsu!”
Yara and Goseki just leaned on each other and chuckled. “Maybe next time then,”
Yara responded, eyes twinkling.
They had completely g-rated bowls of ramen and Tottsu had another few hours of
respite until Tackey showed up in the middle of the afternoon session. Tottsu
watched him wind his way through the cast, bestowing one-armed hugs and
ruffling the hair of his favorite juniors. He came to a stop right in front of
Hasshi, grinning up at the younger man.
“Just who I wanted to see.”
“Hi, Tackey-senpai,” Hasshi caroled.
Tackey slanted a smile at Tottsu, “I’m borrowing him for a bit. I need to take
some measurements for Enjoubu costumes.”
Tottsu arched a skeptical eyebrow. He didn’t believe for a second that Tackey
would come all the way down here himself if all he wanted was Hasshi’s
measurements. “I’ll help. You’ll need someone to hold the measuring tape,
right?”
Tackey stared at him, eyes slightly narrowed. Tottsu kept his face as blankly
earnest as possible. A few moments later, Tackey just shook his head with a
small smile. “Ok. Well... fine. I guess we’ll actually... do some costume
fittings.” He waved Tottsu and Hasshi ahead of him as they walked back to the
costuming area. “There goes my Sunday afternoon.”
His nerves were a little frayed by the time they called the end of practice
that evening. He just wanted to see Hasshi safely on his way home and have as
relaxing an evening as he possibly could. He wondered if this is what fathers
of teen-aged girls felt like all the time. It was a wonder there wasn’t a
higher rate of heart attacks due to stress.
He watched out of the corner of his eye as Hasshi gathered his things, he was
just about to go over and offer to walk Hasshi to his station when the younger
man’s attention was caught by Nikaido and Senga. He edged a little closer so he
could hear their conversation.
They were all over each other as usual; Senga had an arm slung over Nika’s
shoulders, with Nika’s wound around Senga’s waist. They sparkled up at Hasshi,
all innocent smiles but the tone of their voices gave them away.
“Hey, Hasshi,” Nika started. “Want to come over to my place tonight? I got a
new video game, it has a three-player mode.”
Senga looked up from beneath lowered lashes, his voice gone slightly husky, “Do
you have your own joystick?”
“He can use mine.” Nika responded before Hasshi could answer, all dimples and
mischief.
Tottsu didn’t even get a chance to protest before Hasshi piped up cheerfully,
“It’s ok! Tottsu is going to give me a ride home!”
Hasshi turned and beamed at Tottsu like he had known that Tottsu was standing
right behind him the whole time. Tottsu hadn’t remembered offering Hasshi a
ride home. Maybe it had come up at lunch and he had forgotten. Anyway it would
solve his current predicament nicely. He nodded and Hasshi twinkled back at
him.
They grabbed their bags and headed out of the building, nodding and waving
their goodbyes. Tottsu made a face at Kawai when he leered and told Tottsu to
‘have fun’. Honestly he was just going to drop Hasshi off and go home. Alone.
He worked with a bunch of perverts.
He had just slid behind the wheel when Hasshi who had been rummaging around in
his bag made a noise of distress. He looked up at Tottsu’s inquiring hum, dark
eyes hopeful. “It’s so late, my Mom is already asleep and I forgot my key. Can
I stay over at your place?”
Tottsu sucked in a breath. He was tired, sweaty, and already on-edge. It had
been a long day. The last thing he needed was his adorable kouhai bouncing
around his apartment with his long legs and sweet smiles, damp from the bath
and- he aborted that line of thought immediately. That whole realm was off-
limits.
He really wanted to say no, he spent a few moments wracking his brains trying
to come up with something, any excuse. But it was impossible in the face of
Hasshi’s exuberance. He sighed, but gave Hasshi an indulgent smile, “I don’t
see any reason why not.”
They had tea and baths and were sprawled comfortably on Tottsu’s couch with
half an eye on some game show when Hasshi turned and fixed him with an
inscrutable look. “I know what you’re doing, you know.”
Tottsu lolled his head to the side and raised an eyebrow at his kouhai, “Doing?
What makes you think I’m doing something?”
Hasshi smiled encouragingly, “You’re trying to date me.”
His eyes snapped open in surprise, he sat bolt upright, his words tumbling over
each other in his panic, “No! I’m really not. Remember, you can’t believe
anything Fumi tells you. ”
The younger man just beamed back at him, patting his hand soothingly, “It’s ok,
I don’t mind.”
Tottsu dropped his head into his hands with a groan, this wasn’t supposed to
happen. He was trying to keep Hasshi away from untoward influences;he hadn’t
meant to give Hasshi the wrong impression. He was a horrible senpai.
A warm hand on his shoulder made him look up. Hasshi had scooted closer to
crowd up against him on the couch. He could feel the solid line of heat of the
younger man pressed against his side. He looked up and whatever he was going to
say next flew out of his head in the face of Hasshi’s serious eyes.
“It’s definitely ok if it’s Tottsu. Because Tottsu is my favorite, Tottsu has
always been my favorite,” Hasshi murmured and Tottsu had just enough time to
register the charming blush spread across his kouhai’s cheeks before Hasshi
leaned in and kissed him.
He should have stopped him, should have pushed him away and told him that
Hasshi was too young to be kissing him. But Hasshi’s hand was tight on Tottsu’s
shoulder, his lips were so soft, he was trembling ever so slightly. And Tottsu
had always been powerless to deny Hasshi what he wanted, be it half of his
coffee milk, tumbling tips, or countless warm embraces.
He let Hasshi press him back into the couch cushions, opened his mouth under
the younger man’s onslaught, felt his pulse leap at Hasshi’s soft, grateful
noise when he realized that Tottsu wasn’t going to push him away. He didn’t
want to know where Hasshi had learned to kiss. He pushed the thought away,
concentrating instead on the feeling of those plush lips against his, of
Hasshi’s increasing confidence as he swirled his tongue against Tottsu’s.
Tottsu was more than a little dazed when Hasshi pulled away just enough to
trail his lips down over the line of Tottsu’s jaw, to slide his hot mouth down
the line of his neck. He groaned Hasshi’s name as the other man slid strong
hands down his sides and brushed curious fingers back up under his t-shirt,
tracing the line of his torso.
He looked down into Hasshi’s eyes and the younger man looked stricken, his
voice pleading, “Please don’t tell me to stop, Tottsu. Be mad at me later. But
don’t make me stop now.”
“I’m not mad at you,” his reply was soft, his voice fond. He threaded a hand
into Hasshi’s silky hair, smoothing through it like petting a cat. “I just
don’t want to push you into something you don’t want.”
Hasshi leaned into the touch, practically purring under Tottsu’s hand. His eyes
sparkled and his mouth curved up in a satisfied smirk. “Don’t worry, Tottsu.
There is absolutely no chance of that happening.” The younger man reached out
and gently pushed Tottsu back down to the couch, leaning over him with hot eyes
and Tottsu stopped thinking.
Tottsu lost track of time in a blur of roaming hands and slick kisses.
Somewhere along the way they had both lost their shirts. He had given up his
death grip on the couch in favor of letting his hands roam over the warm
expanse of Hasshi’s torso, enjoying the way Hasshi sighed happily when he
touched him.
Hasshi confidently licked his way down Tottsu’s stomach, pausing to flick the
pink tip of his tongue over one of Tottsu’s nipples, grinning at the helpless
whimper he got in return. The kid was smart, not giving Tottsu’s brain a chance
to catch up as he situated himself between Tottsu’s legs and pulled the older
man’s sweat pants and boxers down at the same time.
Tottsu had just enough time to draw a breath to say... something. He didn’t
know what because his words were utterly lost in a desperate groan when Hasshi
gave him a wicked little grin and leaned forward to suck the tip of his cock
into his hot mouth. Hasshi swirled his tongue around the tip and it was fucking
perfect, until he slid those soft lips down further and that was beyond
perfect. Tottsu could feel himself shaking, trembling with the effort of
holding himself back from thrusting into that amazing heat.
He settled for sliding an unsteady hand into Hasshi’s hair. “I’m going to kill
whoever taught you how to do that.”
The younger man leaned back and pulled his mouth off of Tottsu’s cock with a
soft pop. He smiled sweetly up at Tottsu. “Maybe no one did. Maybe I’ve just
spent a lot of time thinking about what Tottsu would like.”
That was the last straw. He hauled Hasshi up and pulled him close, claiming his
mouth, needing to feel him, warm and hard and willing. Their hips met and they
groaned in unison as their erections pressed together, the friction of Hasshi’s
soft pants amazing against his bare skin; the hot line of his cock was
tantalizing. Hasshi panted against his lips, his words breathless and rushed,
“Tottsu, I want- can I?”
“Anything you want. And call me Shota.” He sounded just as desperate, he was
beyond caring at this point.
“Shota,” Hasshi moaned, giving him another kiss before tearing himself away and
padding over to his bag, cheeks still charmingly painted pink as Tottsu watched
him unabashedly. He pulled out a small tube and pushed his pants off to stand
completely nude in Tottsu’s living room.
God, he was gorgeous. All long, lean lines and creamy skin and Tottsu finally
let himself look. Hasshi flushed but preened a little under the scrutiny before
crossing the room and leaning over to kiss Tottsu sweetly. Tottsu spread his
legs so Hasshi could kneel between them looped his arms around broad shoulders,
pulling Hasshi back in close.
The younger man’s hands shook just a little as he uncapped the bottle, Tottsu
did his best to kiss him to distraction. But he was quivering a little too as
Hasshi trailed slick fingers along the tender skin of his inner thigh. He
whimpered embarrassingly when one of those long, lovely fingers left off
curiously circling his rim and pressed into him. He moaned garbled words of
encouragement as one, then two fingers slipped slowly in and out of him.
Yes, god- right there, Ryosuke, now Tottsu couldn’t keep his voice steady as
Hasshi finally pressed three fingers in deep, changing the angle slightly until
Tottsu’s entire body jerked in sudden, sharp pleasure. Please He heard himself
plead and Hasshi looked down at him, eyes wide and dark with anticipation.
He reached down and groped blindly for the tube, slicking his hand and sliding
it over Hasshi’s cock. The younger man threw his head back at the first touch
of Tottsu’s hand, not bothering to contain his loud moan. But when Tottsu’s
hand left him to tug his hips forward, those amazing eyes were locked onto
Tottsu’s again, his gaze radiating affection and trust and breathless desire.
Hasshi didn’t hesistate, didn’t tease, just pressed in slow and steady,
watching Tottsu’s face with eyes that threatened to flutter closed. Tottsu
reveled in the heat, the feeling of being stretched open, the delicious burn,
the headiness of being so close to Hasshi. He stayed motionless for just a
moment drinking in the sensation before bucking his hips up, silently asking
Hasshi to move.
And he did; with a tiny, strained groan he pulled out and thrust back in,
building a confident, steady rhythm. Damned if those hips weren’t just as
amazing and they seemed when he danced. Hasshi leaned down, trying to reach
Tottsu’s mouth but the angle was all wrong. Tottsu reached a hand up to cup his
cheek and he turned into the touch, nuzzling Tottsu’s palm.
Tottsu was losing his mind, the steady surge of Hasshi’s hips was picking his
composure to pieces. He wrapped his legs around Hasshi’s waist and canted his
hips, changing the angle just enough to set off fireworks behind his eyes.
Fuck. He cried out and Hasshi caught on quickly, holding his hips in place as
he thrust harder.
“Shota, I can’t- ’s too good,” Hasshi whimpered and Tottsu reached down to
stroke himself to the rhythm of Hasshi’s hips, smiling as he tightened around
the younger man, pulling another moan from Hasshi’s lips.
“It’s alright, Ryosuke. Let go,” he commanded softly and Hasshi obeyed, his
entire body shuddering and Tottsu felt the heat of it pool inside of him.
Hasshi’s hips stuttered through the end of his orgasm and he looked down at
Tottsu, flushed and hard and so very close. Hasshi batted his hand away from
his cock and it only took a few confident tugs until he was coming, his orgasm
ripping through him, racing down his spine like electricity, setting his nerves
on fire.
They both collapsed into a boneless heap, Hasshi wrapping his arms around
Tottsu, pressing him down into the cushions. Tottsu nuzzled his head into the
crook of Hasshi’s neck and tried not to worry about what was going to happen
now.
A few breathless minutes later Hasshi pulled back to look down at him with
bright eyes. “Tottsu, that was awesome,” he breathed. Tottsu bit his lip and
moments later burst into laughter because he really couldn’t bring himself to
disagree at all.
Bundled into bed with Hasshi wrapped around him like an octopus and chattering
sleepily about how much he loved Playzone and how much fun he was having,
Tottsu spared a thought to wonder if this development would make his life
easier. Hasshi yawned around a remark about whether Tottsu thought they could
get away with doing this on breaks like Nika and Senga since they were dating
now, it would definitely be ok, right, and Tottsu sighed. Definitely not
easier. But he couldn’t really bring himself to mind Hasshi’s brand of
difficult.
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