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authors_paradisePairing: KinKi Kids
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Don't own them, just love them. ^^
Warnings: Lots of bacteria flying around. XD
One-shot (more of a drabble, really)
Notes: I'm sorry that this is the only update I can manage. I'm lying sick in bed, trying to recover. This little scene came to my mind and it's just what I could manage to type. I'll be working on everything else as soon as I am fully recovered. For now, I hope you will like this. :D
Intro: Koichi's sick. Really sick. And Tsuyoshi is being a good nurse for his bitchy and overly worried partner. <3
“Ah-choo!!!”
Tsuyoshi sighed as he heard his lover’s sneezing. Koichi really had it bad – to the point where he had actually called in sick at work. Tsuyoshi had answered about a dozen phone calls, assuring everybody that yes, Koichi was alive and not in some kind of critical condition, but that dropping buy wouldn’t help him with the recovery. Not to mention that Koichi was already freaking over the possibility that Tsuyoshi might catch something while he just kept living in the same apartment. It had been quite an effort to convince his partner that moving from the bed to the living room couch would be sufficient and that there was no need to temporarily move in with Okada. Plastering a reassuring smile onto his face he picked up the tray he had prepared and went to nurse his lover.
“There you go,” he announced as he pushed the door to the bedroom open with his hip. “Here’s a cup of tea. It’s ginger and honey. Please drink it while it’s hot. And a bowl of Miso Soup. I know you’re not really hungry, but please eat it.”
“Did you leave the door open?” Koichi asked in horror.
His voice was hoarse and husky. Tsuyoshi could practically hear the slime nestling in his lungs and sure enough the second later Koichi burst out coughing hard. It lasted for about ten seconds, before, with a pained grunt, Koichi fell back against his pillow, seemingly exhausted.
“Koichi,” his lover sighed, “believe me, it’s not `safer´ if I keep closing the door. The bacteria just keeps flying around, there’s nothing we can do. And you know that.”
“You can’t stop it,” Koichi agreed weakly, “but you can keep it at bay.”
“It’s really okay,” Tsuyoshi assured him. “Now drink your tea.”
“Thank you,” Koichi smiled thankfully, accepting the tray. “Now get out,” he ordered.
Tsuyoshi chuckled, shaking his head, but doing as he was told. He closed the door to the bedroom neatly too, just to ease Koichi’s mind. It wouldn’t exactly help if he kept occupying his mind with the possibility to give something to Tsuyoshi. After cleaning the sink the younger man went to cleaning the house. While Koichi was sick his allergy showed, so clean surroundings would help him with his recovery. Just as he was wondering how he could possibly get his lover to leave the bed and let him clean the bedroom properly too, he heard the door of said room clicking. Alarmed, he stormed over to find Koichi leaning in the frame, looking pale, his blood-shot eyes gleaming as he tried to stand upright.
“Dammit, Koichi,” Tsuyoshi burst out, “I told you to say something when you have to get up.”
“I can go to the toilet by myself, thank you,” Koichi barked out, literally, as the second half of his announcement turned into another series of coughs.
“No, you can’t,” the other opposed. “This morning you almost fell over. It’s because you have no substance at all and when you have a fever you can’t keep yourself up.”
“Just… don’t touch me,” Koichi insisted, although his voice sounded broken.
“Oh, for goodness sake,” Tsuyoshi moaned out.
With a short, but determined stride he flew to Koichi’s side, grabbed him around the waist, pulled him up and placed a daring kiss on his lips. Koichi’s eyes flew open wide. He was too weak to really resist, but he was squirming slightly. When Tsuyoshi finally drew back Koichi looked back at him in shock.
“What have you done?” he asked, still in disbelief.
“The only thing I could to set your mind at ease,” his lover told him. “Now it doesn’t matter anymore. If I get anything it’ll be from this, so it doesn’t make a difference, even if I touch you or am close to you.”
“That,” Koichi stared, “that is true,” he admitted. “Oh god, why did you do that?”
“It’s okay,” Tsuyoshi assured him. “Now let’s get you to the bathroom.”
Finally Koichi willingly let himself be dragged through the apartment so he could void his bladder. It went without any bigger incidents and close to clean.
“Sorry,” Koichi muttered even so on the way back to bed.
“Oh, come on, it’s nothing drastic,” Tsuyoshi chuckled. “We’ve had other people here, drunk and shit, who made much more of a mess in our bathroom.”
“True,” Koichi sighed, as he slid back under his sheets, “but you’re not sleeping with any of them.”
“Oh, Kou.”
Koichi jumped as he felt a soft peck on his cheek.
“Stop kissing me,” he demanded, crawling away from the other.
Tsuyoshi merely grinned down at him. “If I had a problem with the gross, I’d be long gone – and so would you.”
The other sighed. “I still hate it when you see me like this.”
“I know,” Tsuyoshi smiled sympathetically. “And it’s not exactly a pleasant picture, but Koichi, we’re living together, so these things just happen.”
“I guess so,” Koichi sighed. “That remark about the picture was unnecessary, though.”
“Sorry, but look here,” Tsuyoshi stated, inspecting Koichi more closely, “there’s some more colour in your face now.”
Koichi cringed slightly at the finger that cutely poked his cheek. “Yeah, you always know how to liven me up,” he grunted, sounding annoyed.
“Any time,” his lover chirped, clasping his shoulder shortly before leaving first the bed side and then the room.
Koichi sighed, tugging himself in tightly. He did feel slightly better, he noticed, smiling to himself at how his lover could so easily work that kind of magic on him.
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“Tsuyoshi, do we still have Pretzle sticks?” Koichi called out, checking through the cup-boards.
“What – you don’t want to cook?”
Koichi swished around to find his partner standing in the kitchen door. He backed away immediately.
“What are you doing here?” he asked awkwardly. “You should be staying in bed.”
“Relax,” Tsuyoshi dragged out, his voice sounding nasal. “I’m not going anywhere near you. But I would really like something decent to eat. Look, you don’t have to cook, okay? I can do it – although you gave me this nasty flu.”
“Well, you were the one smooching me,” Koichi reminded him.
“True,” Tsuyoshi mused, pushing away from the door and moving into the room. He grinned at his lover wickedly. “But it was totally worth it.” That said he grabbed Koichi, kissing him full on. “You’re always worth kissing,” he concluded.
“Back off, asshole,” Koichi complained, wiggling out of his partner’s grasp and wiping his mouth. “Dammit, now I have to gargle with tea and brush my teeth.”
He pushed past his lover and out of the room.
Tsuyoshi grinned happily as he watched Koichi leave. “Still worth it,” he decided happily, licking over his lips as he roamed the cupboard for something to eat.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Don't own them, just love them. ^^
Warnings: Lots of bacteria flying around. XD
One-shot (more of a drabble, really)
Notes: I'm sorry that this is the only update I can manage. I'm lying sick in bed, trying to recover. This little scene came to my mind and it's just what I could manage to type. I'll be working on everything else as soon as I am fully recovered. For now, I hope you will like this. :D
Intro: Koichi's sick. Really sick. And Tsuyoshi is being a good nurse for his bitchy and overly worried partner. <3
“Ah-choo!!!”
Tsuyoshi sighed as he heard his lover’s sneezing. Koichi really had it bad – to the point where he had actually called in sick at work. Tsuyoshi had answered about a dozen phone calls, assuring everybody that yes, Koichi was alive and not in some kind of critical condition, but that dropping buy wouldn’t help him with the recovery. Not to mention that Koichi was already freaking over the possibility that Tsuyoshi might catch something while he just kept living in the same apartment. It had been quite an effort to convince his partner that moving from the bed to the living room couch would be sufficient and that there was no need to temporarily move in with Okada. Plastering a reassuring smile onto his face he picked up the tray he had prepared and went to nurse his lover.
“There you go,” he announced as he pushed the door to the bedroom open with his hip. “Here’s a cup of tea. It’s ginger and honey. Please drink it while it’s hot. And a bowl of Miso Soup. I know you’re not really hungry, but please eat it.”
“Did you leave the door open?” Koichi asked in horror.
His voice was hoarse and husky. Tsuyoshi could practically hear the slime nestling in his lungs and sure enough the second later Koichi burst out coughing hard. It lasted for about ten seconds, before, with a pained grunt, Koichi fell back against his pillow, seemingly exhausted.
“Koichi,” his lover sighed, “believe me, it’s not `safer´ if I keep closing the door. The bacteria just keeps flying around, there’s nothing we can do. And you know that.”
“You can’t stop it,” Koichi agreed weakly, “but you can keep it at bay.”
“It’s really okay,” Tsuyoshi assured him. “Now drink your tea.”
“Thank you,” Koichi smiled thankfully, accepting the tray. “Now get out,” he ordered.
Tsuyoshi chuckled, shaking his head, but doing as he was told. He closed the door to the bedroom neatly too, just to ease Koichi’s mind. It wouldn’t exactly help if he kept occupying his mind with the possibility to give something to Tsuyoshi. After cleaning the sink the younger man went to cleaning the house. While Koichi was sick his allergy showed, so clean surroundings would help him with his recovery. Just as he was wondering how he could possibly get his lover to leave the bed and let him clean the bedroom properly too, he heard the door of said room clicking. Alarmed, he stormed over to find Koichi leaning in the frame, looking pale, his blood-shot eyes gleaming as he tried to stand upright.
“Dammit, Koichi,” Tsuyoshi burst out, “I told you to say something when you have to get up.”
“I can go to the toilet by myself, thank you,” Koichi barked out, literally, as the second half of his announcement turned into another series of coughs.
“No, you can’t,” the other opposed. “This morning you almost fell over. It’s because you have no substance at all and when you have a fever you can’t keep yourself up.”
“Just… don’t touch me,” Koichi insisted, although his voice sounded broken.
“Oh, for goodness sake,” Tsuyoshi moaned out.
With a short, but determined stride he flew to Koichi’s side, grabbed him around the waist, pulled him up and placed a daring kiss on his lips. Koichi’s eyes flew open wide. He was too weak to really resist, but he was squirming slightly. When Tsuyoshi finally drew back Koichi looked back at him in shock.
“What have you done?” he asked, still in disbelief.
“The only thing I could to set your mind at ease,” his lover told him. “Now it doesn’t matter anymore. If I get anything it’ll be from this, so it doesn’t make a difference, even if I touch you or am close to you.”
“That,” Koichi stared, “that is true,” he admitted. “Oh god, why did you do that?”
“It’s okay,” Tsuyoshi assured him. “Now let’s get you to the bathroom.”
Finally Koichi willingly let himself be dragged through the apartment so he could void his bladder. It went without any bigger incidents and close to clean.
“Sorry,” Koichi muttered even so on the way back to bed.
“Oh, come on, it’s nothing drastic,” Tsuyoshi chuckled. “We’ve had other people here, drunk and shit, who made much more of a mess in our bathroom.”
“True,” Koichi sighed, as he slid back under his sheets, “but you’re not sleeping with any of them.”
“Oh, Kou.”
Koichi jumped as he felt a soft peck on his cheek.
“Stop kissing me,” he demanded, crawling away from the other.
Tsuyoshi merely grinned down at him. “If I had a problem with the gross, I’d be long gone – and so would you.”
The other sighed. “I still hate it when you see me like this.”
“I know,” Tsuyoshi smiled sympathetically. “And it’s not exactly a pleasant picture, but Koichi, we’re living together, so these things just happen.”
“I guess so,” Koichi sighed. “That remark about the picture was unnecessary, though.”
“Sorry, but look here,” Tsuyoshi stated, inspecting Koichi more closely, “there’s some more colour in your face now.”
Koichi cringed slightly at the finger that cutely poked his cheek. “Yeah, you always know how to liven me up,” he grunted, sounding annoyed.
“Any time,” his lover chirped, clasping his shoulder shortly before leaving first the bed side and then the room.
Koichi sighed, tugging himself in tightly. He did feel slightly better, he noticed, smiling to himself at how his lover could so easily work that kind of magic on him.
________________________________________________________________________________________________
“Tsuyoshi, do we still have Pretzle sticks?” Koichi called out, checking through the cup-boards.
“What – you don’t want to cook?”
Koichi swished around to find his partner standing in the kitchen door. He backed away immediately.
“What are you doing here?” he asked awkwardly. “You should be staying in bed.”
“Relax,” Tsuyoshi dragged out, his voice sounding nasal. “I’m not going anywhere near you. But I would really like something decent to eat. Look, you don’t have to cook, okay? I can do it – although you gave me this nasty flu.”
“Well, you were the one smooching me,” Koichi reminded him.
“True,” Tsuyoshi mused, pushing away from the door and moving into the room. He grinned at his lover wickedly. “But it was totally worth it.” That said he grabbed Koichi, kissing him full on. “You’re always worth kissing,” he concluded.
“Back off, asshole,” Koichi complained, wiggling out of his partner’s grasp and wiping his mouth. “Dammit, now I have to gargle with tea and brush my teeth.”
He pushed past his lover and out of the room.
Tsuyoshi grinned happily as he watched Koichi leave. “Still worth it,” he decided happily, licking over his lips as he roamed the cupboard for something to eat.
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Date: 2013-02-06 10:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-08 05:03 pm (UTC)I L.O.V.E. teasy Tsuyoshi. XD
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Date: 2013-02-07 01:28 pm (UTC)Thank you for sharing xD
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Date: 2013-02-08 05:07 pm (UTC)I know, so cute, right? <3 Oh, how I want to pinch Koichi's cheeks. XD
Koichi: *glares* In your dreams...
Me: Honey, "in my dreams" other things are happening. ^_~
Koichi: Urgh. ><
Sorry, these "episodes" jsut keep coming. ^^ Thanks again for reading. <3
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Date: 2013-02-09 11:53 am (UTC)Do you actually have dreams of your idols? :O
cos I only have daydreams... xDDD /shot again
I hope I'll get around to writing and posting some fics of my own one day (when I have the time... ><)
Oh and your dps are just too cute ♥
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Date: 2013-02-11 07:38 am (UTC)Writing is fun, when you can put your mind to it. I've been under quite some distress lately, so it was difficult. But now I'm recovering and I'll be updating soon. :D
LOL! These little things just keep coming to me. ^^
Isn't Koichi jsut too cute? XD I just had the chance to watch the new Shock documentary. Besides the fact that it's just amazing and that I love to see dance rehearsals, badly shaved nerdy looking Koichi is just <3 XDDDD