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No Need To Worry<\/b><\/p>\n
Hawaii is hot and beautiful and amazing, and if Johnny will spend this kind of money on all of them as a group, then Nikaido doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t think it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s such a stretch to hope that maybe they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll get to stay like this, maybe forever. <\/p>\n
Kitayama, lying prone in the hammock, doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even open his eyes when he reminds Nikaido not to say shit like that out loud. It didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t do Yabu-kun any good, and Nikaido certainly isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t Yabu Kota.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh, shut up,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido retorts, kicking at the hammock from his chair, but it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s too hot to put any force into it and the hammock barely swings two inches from the impact. Yokoo, snoring on Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s other side, doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even budge. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Like you know more than me about being a junior.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not your tiny, black heart I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m worried about breaking.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama cracks an eye to glance to the side, and Nikaido follows the gaze to see Senga on the edge of the porch, whining under Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s attempts to put sunblock on him. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hunh,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido grumbles. He stands up to saunter to the end of the porch, giving Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hammock another shove on the way by. Yokoo\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s soft snore cuts off with a snort, and Kitayama makes a lazy grab at Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s board shorts to yank them down before Nikaido slaps his hand away with a glare. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Stop wriggling!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya exclaims in exasperation. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are you five?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153But it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cold!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga protests, yelping when Fujigaya slaps another handful of sunblock on his bare back. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s gross!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153We have photoshoots again this afternoon,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya scolds as he rubs in the lotion. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be white as a sheet in half of them and burnt to hell in the rest of them!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It works for Ohno-senpai,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga says, but he sits still and sulks through the rest of the procedure, especially when he notices Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s arrival. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nika! You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll go to the beach with me, right?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sure,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido answers, then ducks out of Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s reach when Fujigaya turns to him with the sunblock. He grabs Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand and hops off the porch, dragging Senga along behind him while Fujigaya shouts at them for being brats and also that if they aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t back on time he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll let Miyata eat their lunches. <\/p>\n
They race to the edge of the water, cheating and tripping each other, and Senga wins by accident by stumbling and crashing into the water just before Nikaido splashes in. Nikaido spares a second to make sure that Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s all right before dunking him back under and dumping a handful of wet sand on his head for good measure. Senga gets revenge by grabbing Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ankles and upending him into water as well. <\/p>\n
They wrestle until they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re coughing and their eyes are stinging with salt, and then they float on their backs in the clear, sun-warm water. Nikaido closes his eyes against the glare of the sun, but reaches out to pinch Senga every few minutes, just to make sure he hasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t drifted too far. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re gonna get burnt,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga says after a bit. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s gonna yell at you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t care,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido replies, then grunts when he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the one that gets pinched for a change.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll make our photosets look bad,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga continues, a little hitch in his voice before \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcour photosets,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 and Nikaido cracks an eye to find Senga grinning at him idiotically. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve had photosets before, don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get so excited,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido cautions, and Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s earlier warning itches him a little, under his skin. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It feels different,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga insists, and then he rolls over with a little splash so that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s standing in the water. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ne, let\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s go back.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not time yet.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido lets his eyes slip shut, despite the fact that he has no idea what time it really is. A second later, a warm weight lands hard on his stomach, dropping him down into the water like a rock and pushing all the air out of his lungs. <\/p>\n
Senga is clutching his stomach with laughter when Nikaido gets his head above water again, then takes off running when he sees the look in Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes. <\/p>\n
They reach the others out of breath and still shoving at each other, and Fujigaya eyes the red stripes over their noses with a sharp gaze and says that he hopes that a cold shower fixes that. A sleepy-eyed Yokoo only asks in mild confusion if they didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have shoes when they started. <\/p>\n
Today is Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s birthday, so cameras are brought in along with lunch. They sing and present the cake, and Fujigaya blooms under the attention like one of those gaudy native flowers that are everyplace. The staff takes about a thousand pictures, and even though Nikaido gets photographed probably just as much as anybody else, he still works himself into a little bit of a mood by the time it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s all over and done with. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oi,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he snaps at Tamamori for hugging Senga a bit too long, and Tamamori looks like he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s about to have something to say about that, before Senga gives him a glance and slips out of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s grip with a smile and a roll of his eyes. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Jealous?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga inquires, slipping under Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s arm, and Nikaido just grunts, wishing he weren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t always so obvious. He curls his fingers tighter around Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder, and Senga pokes him in the ribs. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Fujigaya says you get your own way too much.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get a birthday in Hawaii,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido replies, managing to keep his voice light, but Senga can see through all that, unfortunately. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You get a birthday on stage, moron,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga chides, letting his head rest on Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder as they watch Fujigaya tear into the bright paper of Yokoo\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s present like a cat sharpening its claws. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You get fangirls shrieking their heads off and waving uchiwas with your face on it.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hmm, maybe that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s acceptable,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido says, as if he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s thinking very hard about the pros and cons of it, and Senga shoves him away and tells him to stop being a dick and get him a piece of cake. <\/p>\n
The whole thing slips his mind after that, a momentary mood, but later that night, after they all go to their rooms and Nikaido slips into Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bed without even the pretense of using his own, it turns out that Senga hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t finished with those thoughts quite so quickly. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ne, Nika,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga says, voice a bit breathless and fingers stroking through Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair. Nikaido hums a vague reply without lifting his mouth from the hollow of Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s throat. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What do you think\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll happen after Summary?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Nikaido lifts his head far enough to look at Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face and figure out whether this is a new game or what, but Senga is just looking at him, guileless. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What do you mean, what\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll happen? The same stuff as usual, idiot.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No, I mean,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga wriggles a little underneath him, and Nikaido hisses a breath, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153it really does feel different, doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t it? Like something\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll happen soon.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t say stuff like that,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido growls, and he kisses Senga to force him to stop. Senga tastes salty from the beach and sweet from the cake, and Nikaido keeps kissing him until Senga is clutching at him so tightly that it hurts a little, in the good way, and they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re both dizzy from lack of air. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Why not?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga wants to know, and Nikaido stares at him, wondering if after everything that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s happened in the Jimusho over the last year, if Senga can really be that much of an idiot. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Everything\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fine right now,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he finally manages to grunt. What he really means is that everybody<\/i> is fine right now, and it scares him to try and figure out who would still be on that list if things started changing right that second. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153They could be better,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga insists, and Nikaido hugs Senga tighter, until Senga protests.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You idiot,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido says, not loosening his grip at all. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t the only one who things would change for, you know? What if they just take Kitayama and Fujigaya away? What if they make Butoukan permanent? You don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even know what you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re wishing for! Not all of us have two groups, you know!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I know that, Nika.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga works one arm loose to brush the hair out of Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face, rubbing his palm against the clench of Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s jaw. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153But I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t think we should be afraid all the time either. Announcements are exciting, aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t they? Isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t doing new things fun?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s unblinking, wide-eyed gaze makes Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s chest ache, and it tightens up even more when he thinks about Tamamori and Miyata, about Yokoo and even Goseki. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I guess,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he answers without conviction, because they can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t all be the cute little dancing, singing prodigies that don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t really have to worry about what happens next all the time. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t worry so much,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga advises, leaning up to press his lips against Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153it doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t help anything,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d and then he wraps arms around Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s neck and rocks up into him, reminding him that the only thing in between them is Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s boxers and Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s board shorts. <\/p>\n
It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a transparent ploy to distract him, but Nikaido doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t care at all as he lets go of Senga to shove their clothing out of the way. He pins Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wrists above his head and grinds down against Senga, making sure the only nonsense Senga can spout for a while is pleas and groans of his name. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a sweet sort of torture, since it would probably take forever to actually get off this way, but the way Senga twists underneath him is worth it. <\/p>\n
When he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t take it anymore, Nikaido releases Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wrists and slides down to take Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock in his mouth. The tip is salty, like Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth, like the ocean, and Nikaido growls and swallows more of Senga. Senga buries hands in Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair and urges him on with shallow thrusts of his hips, with the hoarse sounds of his voice. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s tempting to reach down and fist himself while he sucks Senga off, but Nikaido knows from experience that if he holds off he can probably get Senga to do something even better afterwards. <\/p>\n
He almost doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t need the help when Senga gives a last broken wail and comes under his hands, and Nikaido clutches at Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hips and hangs on, just barely, as he swallows and sucks Senga clean. <\/p>\n
Nikaido stays right where he is, nuzzling at the base of Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock and the crease of his thigh until Senga bats at his head with a clumsy hand and tells him to knock it off. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Make me,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido says, a threat and an offer at the same time, and Senga yanks him up by the hair for a deep kiss, apparently not caring at all that his taste is still heavy in Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth. <\/p>\n
Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand snakes between them and gives Nikaido a firm stroke, and Nikaido wants to protest that he ought to get more than a handjob out of this, but he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s too close. He gets one hand in Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair and another around his back and holds Senga as close as he can while Senga pushes him over the edge, letting him spill hot between them. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mm,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga says after a little bit, rolling away because it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hot and sticky in their room even without the sex. He doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t go far, though, and he stops on his side, facing Nikaido, and draws his fingertips over Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s forearm in random patterns. <\/p>\n
Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s still thinking, even though he knows he should stop and that it will only make him, make all of them crazy. He turns his head to examine Senga with narrow eyes. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You really aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t worried?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Senga shrugs a careless shoulder, smooth and tan from the sun. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re in Hawaii, aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t we?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Before Nikaido can say that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not sure what, if anything, that proves, Senga rolls back towards him, apparently cooled off enough that he has no problem snuggling back up to Nikaido and using him for his personal body pillow. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t worry so much,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga repeats, punctuating his statement with a nose-scrunching yawn. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You get a birthday on stage, remember?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Idiot,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido grumbles, but his eyes are getting heavy, and he gives in and lets them close, thinking instead about fangirls and uchiwas. <\/p>\n
He hopes, at least, that his cake is bigger than Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s.<\/p>\n
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