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“Kamishiro!” Tsukasa howls as he pushes the door to the dressing room closed. He turns around swiftly, his chest heavy with each breath while his eyes send daggers towards another person. They almost ran all the way here. “What were you thinking? What was that?!”
And the other one doesn’t seem to care at all. A naive smile tugs at the corner of his lips while his brows furrow sorrowfully.
“Whatever do you mean, Tsukasa-kun?” he questions in the most nonchalant tone.
Mocking, even. Tenma shrugs irritably and crosses the distance between them in a few steps, stopping very close. Though in order to get properly angry at a person who’s much taller than he is, the blond boy has to raise his head while looking utterly pathetic, but there’s so much unspoken frustration, anger and, to hell with it, excitement that Tsukasa can no longer control himself. His index finger points accusingly at Rui's chest, and the smile on Rui's lips only gets wider.
“You know what I mean”, he hisses, narrowing his eyes as he tries to get the point across. Convincingly which is a challenge in itself. “Why did you do it?”
“Ah! You must be talking about that teeny-tiny digression from the script, yes?”
“Digression? Teeny-tiny?”
He needs a monument erected in his honor. For his godlike patience. And for all he has to suffer on a daily basis while dealing with Kamishiro’s antics. This time, however, takes the cake. He went too far even by his own ‘creative’ standards.
“Oh? Why, pray tell, did you think I extended my hand for?”
Rui, damned he be, continues with this stupid charade, fluttering his eyelashes and looking undeniably guilty.
Tsukasa doesn’t buy it. He stopped playing along a while ago for one simple reason. Rui doesn’t regret anything, and he's not going to regret it ever, no matter how much Tsukasa scolds him. And as sad as it is, Tenma needs to let off some steam too.
“Tsukasa-kun, you’re being so unfair to me.”
“I’m not fair? How?” the blond boy cocks his eyebrow and props his hands on the hips.
They’re standing way too close for the upcoming bickering, they both understand it perfectly well. Yet none makes a move to step away, afraid of breaking this thick atmosphere.
“And you even reached out, looking at me so-o-o…” Rui leaves the sentence hanging , his voice laced with purring slyness. “Are you sure the cameras haven’t captured you blushing? Would be a shame to see our dearest lead actor so smitten by my actions.”
“You..!” Tsukasa stumbles over his own words as he continues glaring at Kamishiro. “That won’t happen again!”
“Mhm? What are you talking about?”
“I won’t even think about touching you, until you, Kamishiro, learn to behave properly! Both on stage and daily basis.”
“Not even a little?”
“Not even a little.”
“Even if I reach out to you?”
“Even if you reach out to me.”
Tsukasa turns away swiftly, clearly demonstrating his unyielding will. He won’t be made a fool of ever again! For greater effect, he takes a few steps away and already offers up a silent prayer. Please, if there is a god, place some common sense in the place between his boyfriend’s ears.
“Tsukasa-kun?”
“I’ve said everything”, he grumbles in response.
“What if I hug you?” the voice comes right behind Tsukasa’s back. A chill runs down his spine.
“I won’t hug you back! Like I’ve said…!”
The rest of his sentence dies down in his throat as he feels Rui’s body pressed tightly to his back, putting his whole weight on Tenma. The blond boy gasps for air, miraculously maintaining his balance while his boyfriend's arms, hands calloused and a bit rough to the touch, slither around his waist. Rui’s chin finds its way to Tsukasa’s shoulder, breathing a bit unevenly in the crook of his neck.
“Really?” the warmth touches Tsukasa’s ear, making him shiver all over.
Tsukasa gulps loudly. Rui’s probably heard that and already connected the dots. The blond boy averts his gaze, getting a glimpse of their reflection in a tall mirror, and decides to stare at the ceiling. He starts counting to ten to make himself feel better. It’s not of much help.
“R-Really.”
“O-oh?” Rui hums in a strange, hard to decipher tone. This makes the situation so much worse than it already is. The hand glides upwards, barely touching the buttons on Tsukasa’s costume, and firmly stops near his chest.
“R-Rui”, Tsukasa tries to reason with him once again though the shaking in his voice is quite evident. He’s not in control anymore.
“I know, I know, no touching rule. But it was set for you only. You haven’t specified”, Rui laughs softly, “that I can’t touch you. You can keep standing around, I don’t really mind.”
Tsukasa knows perfectly well that he can put a stop to this with just one word. The problem is, he doesn’t want to. He can’t utter a single word, nor has a desire to do so. So, as Rui’s said, he keeps standing like a fool and pretending that he doesn’t like it in the slightest. Despite his body telling a completely different story.
So when Rui lifts his hand once more, his fingers gently wrapping around Tsukasa’s chin and making him turn his head with a slightest pressure, he persists. When Rui’s lips, a bit dry and salty after the concert, softly touch his own, he still does.
…m’kay, maybe he does move a bit closer. Yes, he does open his mouth and closes his eyes shut, melting into the kiss. That doesn't count, he’s not even touching him!
“Tsukasa-kun”, Rui’s voice is barely a whisper, hot and inviting.
It’s more than enough to send Tenma Tsukasa to the pearly gates. He makes an effort to open his eyes slowly, gazing drunkenly at his director. At his beautifully tinted cheeks, his swollen lips. What were they talking about? He can’t quite remember. About their performance, perhaps..?
Rui’s lips once again capture his, although this time Tsukasa finally turns around fully and responds wholeheartedly. He takes pride in setting the tempo, knowing how much Kamishiro loves that. One hand finds its place on Rui’s cheek, as he plays with a long strand, while another is placed on the waist, shortening what little distance there’s left between their bodies. He kisses and bites, his movements deliberate and rough. His boyfriend’s soft moans and giggles in-between only serve to instigate his desire.
Wet sounds and cloth’s rustling are the only sounds left in the silence of the dressing room. Tsukasa’s hazed mind barely manages to conjure a thought: thank god, he remembered to lock the door.
He parts from the kiss, trying not to look at disappointment on his partner’s face, as his lips glide down, to Rui’s neck. However…
Rui’s hands are suddenly on his chest, pushing Tsukasa away from him. His breath is ragged, he’s blushing all over and still he looks so damn satisfied.
Tsukasa stares at him in surprise, his mind still hazy. As much as he wants to believe this is a result of his masterful kissing skills, something tells him that’s not the case right now.
“Five minutes, twenty three seconds”, Rui exclaims in a victorious, though a bit hoarse voice, tilting his head a bit. His thumb is now presses to the lower lip, bitten and red.
“…what?” Tenma heaves response, not up to date with everything going on. Inwardly he’s still kissing his boyfriend, and some of his brain practically demands to go back to it and stop wasting time on talking.
“You managed to uphold your rule for five minutes and twenty three seconds. That’s your worst score yet!”
Finally, something in Tsukasa’s brain clicks, making him remember what happened before Rui even initiated the kiss. His mood is spoiled almost immediately.
“You..!” Tsukasa shouts still finding it hard to believe. His chest swells with pure anger. “You were counting the seconds while we kissed?! For how long I can hold back from touching you?! Are you out of your damn mind?!”
“Tsukasa-kun, please, keep your voice low. Everybody’s going to hear you”, soothes the director as he lifts both of his hands into the air.
“Thanks to you and your antics everybody knows about us!” Tsukasa massages the bridge of his nose, trying to calm down a bit. He glances at Rui once again, clearly annoyed. “You didn’t seem very bothered by it on stage.”
“I’m still not bothered by our relationship'“, Kamishiro shrugs it off as nothing and closes the distance between them once more. This time, however, the blond boy is alert. “But kissing you is a completely different story. These moments should be ours, and ours alone.”
“You’re so…” Tenma exhales and wraps his arms around Kamishiro, squeezing him tightly. He earns a small yelp in response though he barely pays any mind to it. This will be the payment for everything Rui’s done today. “Insufferable.”
“That’s why you love me, no?”
Rui hugs him back, propping his chin on Tenma’s head. The blond boy closes his eyes and suddenly finds no traces of anger left in him. Maybe, he’s lost the battle after all, but he can’t find it in himself to complain.
“I do”, he whispers in return and sighs, melting into the kiss, left on his temple. “Though you do test it often.”
“And you pass with flying colors.”