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“…Water hungry.” He repeated, as if confirming his answer. He does take the bottle of water offered to him at least.
“It’s thirsty.” Gaku returns blankly, exasperated at how little common sense his friend had sometimes. “You know, you saying it more isn’t going to make it any less wrong.”
Ryuu, I beg of you to have some braincells.
“Do you ever get, like, water hungry?”
“... I think thirsty is the word you’re looking for, Ryuu.” Gaku mutters as he offers a water bottle to his friend.
Cute fact of the day: there are billions of bugs flying above us at all times. And all of them are looking directly at you.
“That’s not cute, that’s terrifying!”
Osaka.
The pain took his attention for a moment. Though Sougo remembered nothing, the thought of how rough Gaku might had been crossed his mind as he rubbed his lower back. Embarrassment flooded his entire body at that and immediately shook his head. That was no way to think about this! He shouldn’t even think anymore on this.
It was a one time off thing. He tried to convince himself just as the other’s voice spoke up.
Stiffly and slowly, Sougo raised his head to meet the worried and nervous handsome face of Gaku. There was a heart stopping moment of having him partly looming over, chest bare, and he became awfully more aware of his own bareness. Hand reaching out for the blanket while his eyes darted everywhere but the man before him, Sougo stammered out a reply.
“I-I-I’ll be— I’m okay! You don’t— don’t have to worry.” He was hurt everywhere, from the drinking he must’ve done the night before (when did that happen) to the growing evidence of intercourse he had with Gaku. “You— Um– You don’t have to! It’s my fault for drinking—”
Sougo attempted to stand on his own, ignoring the headache and protest from his body, when his foot was caught on and slipped on one of the haphazardly thrown clothing beneath him.
Gaku blinks, pursing his lips as he regards Sougo with a worried expression. Looking at the state Sougo seems to be in as a result of a mix of a hangover and of course, having sex, Gaku doubts that there’s anyway that he couldn’t worry over him. He curses himself of last night for neglecting to prepare him properly-- him being drunk doesn’t excuse anything. He certainly won’t let this happen again!
So when Sougo slips on the clothes, Gaku swiftly kicks off the comforter on his lower regions, throwing out any embarrassment out of the window as he dives off the bed to cushion his fall. He lands atop the pile of clothes Sougo stepped on, noting that it somewhat made a for a decent enough padding for his own descent onto his room’s floor-- he’s just thankful that it’s carpet. He grunts for a bit, but looks up at the other with a small smile, “I do have to worry if you’re tripping like that. I didn’t take you for the clumsy type, Osaka.”
“Anyways, it’s my fault for drinking too, you know.” He looks down at the clothes he landed on, noting with a frown that they’re pretty expensive feeling. “Osaka, let’s get cleaned up.” He suggests, jabbing a thumb toward the bathroom. Technically speaking, it’d be faster if they just took a shower at the same time-- although Sougo might feel too awkward about that, huh.
The thought to check his phone for the contents of the message crosses his mind, but honestly, he feels like it’s more important to resolve this whole situation with Sougo. Having slept with him might be a dream come true for Gaku, possibly, since he doesn’t mind the fact that Sougo was his partner since he finds him very cute-- it’s another story on how it came to this point. Really, he’d rather have his first time with Sougo when they can both remember it, and preferably after actually dating each other. Gaku reassures himself wth the fact that he probably didn’t take Sougo’s actual first time.
Osaka.
Startled awake by a head piercing sound, Sougo groaned loudly and rolled away from the source of warmth. His hand patted about the surface nearby while trying to muffle out the sound with the pillow. His head hurt terribly, throbbing, and he could barely open his eyes to look at his phone screen when it suddenly started calling.
The message was too long— too much for his addled mind and, despite the urgency, Sougo really just wanted to rest some more. He placed his phone down again, taking a deep breath through the pillow… until confusion locked onto his mind.
Pushing himself up, a shiver down his body as the blanket slid down his back, Sougo became more aware of his… lack of clothing on and pain elsewhere. He doesn’t panic, not when he realized there had been a similar message playing at the same time as his. No, he was sure he only started panicking when he was carefully rearranging himself on the bed and froze at the sight of Gaku beside him.
No. No way…
Yet vague memories of another (?) him slipped through, of kisses and lights, of building, papers, voices, and disjointed pictures. The feelings attached to them were just as difficult to decode but the feeling of self-restraint and confusion were recognizable. It was all confusing, not even relating to his current dilemma.
With his lack of clothing and the pain in his lower region… Sougo drew his own conclusion. He flushed a dark red and immediately backed away. It resulted in him falling with a yelp and a sharp pain shooting through his body.
A thud resounds in the room, causing Gaku to stir from his slumber. Immediately, he sits up straight in his bed, eyes widening as he looks at the wet stains on his bed and the fact that he feels as if it’s pretty breezy in his room. He does conclude that he’s in his room, but not sure why he was feeling so disorientated if it’s so normal. And he must’ve knocked something over, right? Gaku sucks in a breath, wearily looking over his side of the bed to see nothing. So it must be on the other side, huh.
He then turns around, moving slightly so his lower parts can stay hidden under the blanket, and then he leans over the bed to see an unclothed Sougo on the floor. Oh, Gaku thinks as his face decides to set itself on fire with how red he is in the face. Then the memories hit him, although entirely vague and involved some violence, flashes of the camera, tabloids-- what of it? He doesn’t remember anything, and then the annoying symphony created by their phones does nothing but irritate his head further.
“O-Osaka...” He manages out nervously, a hand gripping the side of his mattress while the other reaches out for Sougo to take. “Are you... okay? You don’t hurt anywhere, right?” He’s not quite sure of what to make of the situation right now, but if anything he’s judging that they somehow had sex. Really, when did he get so good at seduction to get them to this point-- in Gaku’s head, they’re only barely passable as friends since Sougo still seems to be really nervous around him. Really, they skipped a few steps--
Unless Gaku took advantage of him while Sougo was drunk? When the realization dawns upon him, his face darkens as he dips his head down. “Did I... I’m so sorry, Osaka. I’ll take responsibility if you need me to--” Wait, he’s not a woman, why is he acting as if he got Sougo pregnant!?
Osaka.
The outburst from Gaku was enough to release him off his neck. Sougo was still frowning, disapproving of having to go. So what if they were in danger? He could protect himself— so his drunken state seemed to be convinced of. With thoughts of finding another way to escape, he yelped when he was suddenly lifted into Gaku’s arms.
“…” Sougo’s hands merely gripped his shirt and rested his head against his shoulder. His heart was beating quicker and he felt warmer, safer. A wave of guilt wash over him for his earlier action. He should apologize right? But how…
He has barely enough reason to realize he should be telling someone important something.
Curling up closer to Gaku as the cold wind blew by, he remained practically still until they got into the cab. When he does move, it was more controlled, belying of the fact he lost control of himself several minutes ago. A gentle touch on his cheek, he brushed his lips against the bitten area.
“Sorry…” He mumbled out shyly against it. “Don’t be mad…”
Finally the taxi cab driver arrives, pulling over and coming to a stop. He walks over slightly to open the door just enough so Gaku can squeeze in with Sougo.
Initially he planned to just dump Sougo on the other side of him, but the other man seems to be so unwilling to let go of him. Gaku, a bit moved, decides that it’ll be be fine if he lets him cling onto him for a little longer. He makes eye contact with the taxi driver, telling him his address while still holding onto his drunken acquaintance. He sighs, relaxing his back against the seat until Sougo kisses his neck. His face heats up from both how cute Sougo was being and of course the intimacy of the action.
“I’m not mad...” He returns softly, “just pissed. Dammit, why are you so cute?” He sighs, unconsciously tightening his grasp on Sougo and only pushing him closer against his chest. His heart is beating quicker now, noticeably, and Gaku can’t do anything but look at the CEO with a fond and tender gaze, observing him as he relaxes in his hold.
Upon finally arriving to his place, Gaku at first considered dropping Sougo on his couch, but ultimately decided on putting him on his bed. He gently sets him on the bed, then reaches for one of the extra blankets folded on his bed, unraveling it and tugging it around Sougo.
“Stay here, Osaka. I’ll get you some water.” That might not actually help with getting him sober, but he certainly needs to stay hydrated. He also makes a mental note to check if he had the stuff to make his hangover cure for the morning. The CEO will probably lash out at him again in the morning, but he’ll offer what he can.
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incredibly handsome man.
“Thanks! Name’s Yaotome Gaku, you?”
“What a coincidence! My name is also Yaotome Gaku!”
handsome man.
“No you are beautiful just the way you are.”
“Thank you. You’re pretty handsome, what’s your name?”
Osaka.
Drink gone, Sougo all but whined and pouted. He’s glaring at Gaku and attempting his best to stand his ground, tightening his grip on the stranger.
“No! Gaku is being mean!”
Whether the director knew his looks can be intimidating as well, they didn’t protest at his attempt to take back the drunk Sougo. Any tries to protest from the men also died at the wad of cash that dropped on their table.
“Uh– Yeah– we’re cool dude.”
And the one Sougo was latching onto assisted in removing his hands on him. It only made Sougo struggle against Gaku’s hold when he realized it. Huffing when he realized nothing was working, he compiled with arms crossing and refusing to look at the taller in any way.
“I don’t want to go.” Sougo answered instead, twisting around in his arm, he scanned around the reachable places in his current position. Not finding much of an opening, he reached a hand up to place behind Gaku’s neck. He forced him to bend down enough to reach with his mouth and proceed to chomp down on his neck.
Thankfully the stranger assists him in letting Sougo go, but this guy just gets even more difficult. Gaku sighs, thinking that he’s picked up a troublesome princess right now. He rolls his eyes, “you have to go. You’re going to be in danger otherwise.”
Then it happens-- Sougo quite literally chomps on his neck, and it doesn’t feel sexy at all. “That hurt! What are you, a vampire? That didn’t turn me on at all!” He shouts, trying to straighten his back again as he attempts to pry the other off his neck. Really, it’d be problematic if he started to draw blood. It’s a bite mark so he wouldn’t have to hide it since he can say a dog bit him there, but...
Either way, he needs to make sure he knows they are leaving since he doesn’t think his heart can handle babysitting this guy as he prances around stealing drinks. “We are leaving,” he hisses, resorting to underhanded methods as he slides another hand around the back of his legs and hoisting him up in a princess carry.
“Are you going to complain if I treat you gently?” He murmurs, knowing that he may as well be talking to a wall at this rate. He sighs, ignoring the fact that eyes are on him as he attempts to find the entrance. He already called for a cab to take the both of them home, so it’s pretty much fine after that. He elbows his way out of the entrance, and waits by the road for the cab. “It’s cold...” Gaku grumbles, although holding Sougo provides him with some warmth.
Osaka.
Excited like a puppy, Sougo all but cheered when Gaku gave in to his demand. He tracked his movements like a hawk, swaying to the beat as he watched. A wide smile on his face, he laughed and clapped when he finished, satisfied at the moment it was accomplished.
Although a response go unsaid as his attention turned immediately to what others were doing around him. A curious expression appearing on his face, he headed towards a pair of guys who were chatting. “Ne, can I have a taste?” He asked, pointing at the Jack Rose they had.
“Uhhh… sure, why not…?”
Lighting up, Sougo all but crowds up into the other man to grab his cup and bring it to his lips. “Mmm, it’s good. Can I have it?”
“Huh?! No, I paid for that.”
“Pleease?” Sougo clasped his hands around the stranger’s arm with a pleading look. The blush going unnoticed with the stammering, he pressed closer in attempt to get the other to fold.
“Okay, okay, take it…”
He all but slides the glass to Sougo who happily took it into his hands. He doesn’t remove himself from his side though, sipping the drink while having his arm looped around his.
“Hey dude… isn’t that guy some bigshot…” The other remarked.
“Is he? He’s pretty wasted then.”
“Come on, think bigger!”
He’s not jealous that Sougo suddenly started running around demanding other men for free drinks. Not at all. Sougo clapped for his dancing. It’s not like he even had any right to be angry-- okay, Gaku immediately lets his arms fall limp at his side as he follows Sougo to a pair of guys he interrupted. “Oi, what are you doing?” Gaku snarls, bending over slightly to forcibly snatch the drink from the other’s hands, and shooting an apologetic frown at the strangers.
“Sorry, he’s with me. He’s always like this when he’s drunk...” Gaku sighs, snaking an arm around Sougo’s waist, and tugging him closer. “I can buy you two new drinks if you forget that this ever happened.” If word got out that FSC’s CEO was drunk off his ass in a bar, then who knows what would happen. Gaku hates blackmail no matter how minor it is, but if the circumstances demand it. Really, the first thing he has to do is get this guy out of here. He takes out his wallet, fishing out several bills and then dropping them on the pair’s table. “Sorry if it’s not enough.”
He takes out his phone to shoot a text to his friend, telling him that he’s going to leave. He quickly got a text back, but it’s pretty somewhat unreadable.
[MITSUKI]: huh? leaving alreadly? yamamura u coadwr [MITSUKI]: wapit oh shit u got someone ?? [MITSUKI]: dosn't be tshe bottmo again
Gaku rolls his eyes at the series of texts, shaking his head as he sends an angry emoji then putting away his phone. He tugs Sougo along with him, uncertain on how he could force the address out of him in his drunken state, so he looks over at him. “Hey, are you fine with going to my place? I don’t know where you live, so...”
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Osaka-san.
Any sighs of the less inhibit Sougo was gone, along with any sense of care for his appearance. In a way, it threw him to the extreme opposite of what he usually was. Mildly, it was a good thing, as he wouldn’t react to Gaku’s touches like they offend him. Overall though… it was both a blessing and curse that he won’t remember.
Sougo immediately puffed out his cheeks at the rejection. “No. You have to dance.” He insisted, tugging at his sleeve again. “Gaku has to dance.”
At his insistence to do anything but dance, Sougo’s eyes turned to the drink in his hand. They narrowed at it before it took half a second after for him to dart at it, snatching it out of his hand, and return to his seat. His back to Gaku, he completely chugged down the alcohol before placing it, cleaned empty, on the bar counter.
“There.” Triumphant in his task, he turned expectant eyes towards Gaku. “You can dance now.” He got off his seat this time, tugging at his arm. “You have to dance.” He whined, not at all paying attention to the bystanders that seem to hear and grew interested.
So childishly, the drunk Sougo keeps insisting that he has to dance. He sighs, shaking his head when Sougo continues to tug at his sleeve. Gaku doesn’t budge, pretty confident that he’s not good at dancing and no he will not do it. However, Sougo does the opposite of what he should, and decides to ingest the rest of his drink.
“Oi! I paid for that!” Gaku groans-- although money really isn’t the issue here, but it’s more like this guy might get alcohol poisoning if he decides he wants to keep drinking. Gaku makes a mental note to not order anymore drinks, and then turns slightly to tell the bartender to get them two glasses of water.
But now, he gets even noisier in his demands as he slides off his seat, deciding to grab at his arm instead. Gaku blinks, looking around to gauge if the bystanders find it either a nuisance or amusing. Either way, he doesn’t want to get any attention, so he grumbles as he finally concedes. He gets down from the bar stool, straightening his back as he glances directly at Sougo. “You’re pretty troublesome, but you’re lucky that you’re cute.”
He takes a deep breath, syncing himself with the current song playing, and then finally, he starts to move his body to the beat. He doesn’t know quite why he always restrained himself from doing it-- to be honest, it was a bit liberating-- and it came to him almost instinctively. He starts to thrust his hips a bit, wondering where he learned such seductive dancing.
Gaku huffs, rather worn out by the workout, striking a pose as if he’s ending an idol routine. Huh, never knew I could dance like an idol. He thinks, staying in the flashy pose as sweat ran down his face. “You satisfied now, Osaka?” Gaku asks while dropping the honorifics, figuring that it wouldn’t be a big deal when he’s like this.
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“Ryuu, catch!” Gaku exclaims, tossing a cold bottle of water toward his good friend and makeup artist. He confirmed with his camera crew that they indeed got enough shots to weed out later during the editing process. Hopefully they’ll have decent enough footage this round. He walks up closer to his friend, slinging an arm around his shoulder as he pulls the taller down slightly.
He grins, “the makeup looked stunning today, Ryuu. I think we’re done for the day, so wanna grab go grab a bite or some drinks?” Well, to be honest, he had to confide in his friend about a very interesting turn of events that happened recently-- although it did get them this sponsorship so the filming can go off with a hitch, there’s been several changes in his life that he doesn’t know quite to handle. Ryuu’s a nice guy, so he should have some decent enough advice.
Osaka-san.
His meekness and embarrassment tugged at invisible strings, creating a silent call for Sougo to see how far he could push in about it before he snapped like a knife to a taut thread. He quickly snuff out that feeling before it could overwhelm him again like the first meeting.
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Sougo wondered if he even learned anything from their last rendezvous. “There are things that only another person can give, you know.” Like a rough going against the wall, or hearing the sweet sound of another begging for release, or just— his eyes flickered to Gaku momentarily from the side— being sweep away in the moment created by another.
He was honestly surprised the other doesn’t have flings with how he behaved towards having a mere interest in him.
Sougo, having received his drink again and taking another sip, nearly jumped out of his seat at the sudden hand. He had to fight down the instinct to snatch the hand up and bend it into an uncomfortable position. He couldn’t let it slip now he was involved in something deeper than his public appearance. It didn’t help that the movement was delicate, light, like he was touching something precious.
His throat was going dry.
Refusing to answer, in fear what might escape, Sougo drowned his new drink. Which, he would realize the next day, was a terrible idea to do. He set the glass down, face flushing red, and he grabbed the wrist of the hand on him. He doesn’t say anything, lifting it up, and then, innocently enough, placed his palm flat against Gaku’s.
“— Fufu… they really are big.” He giggled, marveling over it before looking at Gaku. Music is suddenly something he was aware of and he latched onto his sleeve. Tugging at it, he scooted himself further off his seat to get closer, not at all caring if he ends up falling. “Gaku, dance for me.”
“Huuh, is that how it is...” Gaku trails off, scrunching up his face as he tries to imagine what acts he could be referring to. Then memories of that night come flooding back-- right, there’s no way he’d get that by doing it himself. He’s definitely inexperienced, huh.
The sudden switch that the CEO’s personality manages to prove that even further. Gaku’s eyes widen at the previously strict and cold man turning into an innocent and demanding man. It makes him think he’s dealing with a spoiled child for a bit, and his eyes travel to the nearly emptied glass on the counter. So this guy can’t really hold his alcohol after all. How unexpected-- well, it does vary on the person after all. As long as he isn’t too wild, Gaku is pretty sure he can handle him.
He even thinks he’s cute for a moment when he presses his palm against his, and starts giggling over how big Gaku’s hands are. Should he take that as a compliment? And then he decisively tries to grab onto his sleeve, causing Gaku to panic a bit internally. Noticing that he’s almost about to fall off his seat, he grabs Sougo by the waist, making sure he at least doesn’t get himself hurt.
Then he says his first name. Gaku blushes, averting his gaze as he wonders why this guy turned out to be so damn cute when he’s drunk. Gaku doesn’t usually drink enough to get himself totally wasted, and he’s sure that’s for the better. On some occasions he’s gotten to that point with Mitsuki, but the two of them were already drunk enough off their asses that neither of them cared and kept talking about the same movie over and over again while Ryuu dragged them back home.
Although, he doesn’t really know if the music blaring in the club right now is exactly easy to dance along to. “... Dance? I’m not really that great at dancing, Osaka-san.” He responds stiffly, hoping it’s enough to get Sougo off his case about getting himself out there in the crowd-- he’d really rather not. “I’d rather keep talking to you. Really, I can do anything else.” Maybe he’ll just defer responsibility to destiny and get drunk himself, although it’s pretty difficult to actually get some more alcohol in his system. He decides he should be a good person and stay sober in case this guy loses face doing something ridiculous.
“... do I need to get a spray tan?”
Osaka-san.
Of all the reactions Sougo expected, his next action was definitely not it. He should have expected it, with the kind of person the director was, but, as his grip tighten around the glass stem of his drink, he didn’t and he couldn’t remove his eyes from it.
If his temper hadn’t risen from that, it definitely did at the smirk that was showing on his face. His eyes narrowed in return, not sure what to make of that. What was making him feel nice about what he said?
“What good would that information do for you.” Sougo replied back smoothly, twisting his seat around to face Gaku entirely. Examining him again, he swirled the drink in his hand, gulping down some, before he crossed his legs in the small space between them, not caring if they bumped into his’. “They didn’t get flustered as easily as you do, Yamamura-san. That’s for sure.”
Whether that was a plus or not, Sougo didn’t let it show, merely taking another sip to cover the smile from the memory. He can respect his pride at least, or what little he had left in front of him.
“To answer your first question though, it’s quite easy.” He leaned in slightly, looking up at him in that angle he knew many liked, and placing his free hand on Gaku’s knee. “We know there’s no deep meaning behind it. A need to release and have no strings attached with someone. It’s simply just…” He slid his hand up his thigh, tapping his fingers against the inner side, “relieving some tension.” A light smirk played on his lips, Sougo withdrew away completely, turning back to the bar to finish his drink and order another.
The blush doesn’t leave Gaku’s face, but rather intensifies, when he notices Sougo turning in his seat to face him. Gaku turns slightly to be polite, but he completely closes some distance off when his leg touches his. “I was just wondering-- huh? Well, sorry for getting surprised...” He frowns, wondering if Sougo is indirectly insinuating that he’s acting like a total virgin. Okay. So what-- Gaku really can’t help at how flustered he was. But that makes him think that they’re people definitely more experienced than him.
Unconsciously copying Sougo, Gaku drinks more of his martini as Sougo finally answers his question. Although, he begins to look up at him with that face with all intending something more. Gaku’s heart beat accelerates to an allegro as he stares at Sougo’s hand on his knee, and then watches it slowly slide up his leg with bated breath. “O-Oi, Osaka-san...” He stammers, cursing himself as he feels shivers run down his spine just at his touch. He almost spills some of his drink, but steadies his hand before something lame like that happens.
When the CEO finally pulls away to order another drink, Gaku lets out a breath he hasn’t realized he’s been holding onto. And finally after what seemed to be like forever, he responds to Sougo’s answer to his earlier question, “so it’s like that. Just to relieve stress? Couldn’t you just do it yourself in that case--” Not like Gaku really found any outlet for his own stress. At least, he hasn’t resorted to stimulation for that.
With a frown, he also gulps down the rest of his drink, taking out the olive garnish again and then sliding the glass toward the bartender. He orders a sidecar this time, opting for a sweeter drink that’ll go down easier. Gaku holds his alcohol fairly well, so he doesn’t worry too much about losing any control. He then looks over at Sougo, wondering how much he can hold. He’d assume a CEO would have a high tolerance, but if he didn’t it would be pretty cute.
He needs to take revenge for the hand thing, though. He takes a sip of his drink, setting it back on the counter as he gently places a hand on Sougo’s leg this time. “Which designer is this?” He asks suddenly, putting on airs of being interested in his fashion. Surely enough, Gaku keeps up with his fashion and keeps his eyes on luxury brands, but of course he didn’t dare think of splurging on them for himself but rather for his mother with the money he earned.
