Arakita Yasutomo/Fukutomi Juichi, Yowamushi Pedal needles/piercings 966 words Remix of yusukesjean'sBR3 fill
Arakita hesitates before he opens the door of the tattoo parlor. He's been inside plenty of times before, but always just to pick Fukutomi up for a date. The anticipation outweighs the nerves though, so he pushes open the door and steps inside. The automated bell over the door lets out its familiar tinny chime as he enters
"Oi, Yasutomo, you came," Fukutomi's new assistant, Daisuke, calls out. "Juichi said you might."
Arakita tries his best to make small talk while he waits for Fukutomi to finish with his current client, but it's difficult when all he can think about is the small jewelry box he found on the kitchen table that morning that currently feels like it's trying to burn a hole in his pocket. After what feels like an eternity, Fukutomi finally comes out from the back with a young woman who's still cooing over her new earrings.
"Boss, look who showed up," Daisuke says after Fukutomi's shown the woman to the door.
"I'm free now, you can come on back," Fukutomi says, and Arakita swallows hard as he follows. He's never been beyond the lobby before, so he's a bit surprised when Fukutomi shows him to a space that, if it weren't for the artwork plastered all over the walls and the music blaring through the speakers, wouldn't look out of place in a doctor's office.
"Take a seat," Fukutomi orders, and Arakita is torn between watching Fukutomi in his element and not being sure he wants to know what's coming. Every movement Fukutomi makes seems magnified somehow, and every little detail seems to catch his attention.
He tears his eyes away from Fukutomi's hands when Fukutomi turns back to face him and asks "which eyebrow?"
That at least is a question Arakita can answer. "Right," he says without hesitation, "to match yours."
He tries not to move too much as Fukutomi takes a pen and marks a couple of spots on his eyebrow, but it's difficult when Fukutomi's hands are so close to his face, and he can feel the heat coming off of them.
"How does this look?" Fukutomi asks, handing Arakita a mirror.
"You're asking me?" Arakita replies, squinting at the purple dots on his eyebrow. "How am I supposed to know!? If you think they look good, then they're fine. You're the one who knows what he's doing."
"Some people care more than others," Fukutomi says as he takes back the mirror. Then, he pulls on a pair of gloves, and Arakita feels the blood rush to his face. He's always had a thing for Fukutomi's hands, but they're even harder to look away from with the black latex tight around them (Fukutomi keeps telling him it's not latex, but he really doesn't give a damn about the technical terms; all that matters to him is that they look really damn hot).
"You doing okay?" Fukutomi asks when he turns back and notices the sudden sheen of sweat on Arakita's forehead.
"Fine," Arakita replies, but even he can tell he sounds a bit strangled.
"I'm going to put the clamp in place now," Fukutomi says as he picks up an unpleasant-looking piece of metal from his tray. "Depending on who you ask, some people say it's worse than the needle."
It doesn't feel good Arakita thinks, but that is quickly drowned out by just how close to him Fukutomi is, and the way in which Fukutomi's hands are pinching and tugging at his eyebrow.
Far too soon and yet not soon enough Fukutomi lets go with one hand to pick up the needle from his tray. Arakita tries not too think about just how big it looks, or where it's about to go, but at the same time, he can't stop watching what Fukutomi's hands are doing.
"Close this eye for me," Fukutomi orders, tapping Arakita's eyelid gently with a pinky. "Whenever you're ready, take a deep breath and let it out slowly."
Arakita closes both eyes for good measure, but he's not sure it helps. He can't see the needle anymore, but he can feel the pressure of the clamp, and the smooth drag of Fukutomi's hand on his temple.
He inhales, and he feels the prick of the tip of the needle as Fukutomi lines it up to his marks.
He exhales, and his breath catches in his throat as everything else is drowned out by the sharp pinch of the needle piercing flesh. It's quickly replaced by a dull sting, and he lets the rest of the breath out shakily. He doesn't risk opening his eyes until he feels the pressure of the clamp release.
"Still with me?" Fukutomi asks as he picks up the silver bar; it's a perfect match for the one currently in his own eyebrow.
"Fine," Arakita says, finding himself staring at Fukutomi's hands again.
"Just need to put in the jewelry, and then you're done."
There's a tugging at his eyebrow and more of the now-familiar drag of Fukutomi's gloved fingers over his face, and he tries not to wince. He hopes Fukutomi doesn't notice his eyes are watering.
"You're done," Fukutomi says, sitting back. "Do you need a tissue?"
"I'm not crying," Arakita grumbles.
"Of course not. Eyebrow piercings make everyone's eyes water; it's a natural reaction."
"Still don't need a tissue," Arakita says.
"So what do you think?" Fukutomi asks as he strips off his gloves and hands Arakita the mirror.
It's going to take some getting use to, Arakita thinks, but he likes it, and he likes it even more knowing that it's part of a matching set.
"It looks damn good, but nothing's as hot as yours," he says, finally giving into the urge to yank Fukutomi in and kiss him.
Fill: Team Grandstand, T
needles/piercings
966 words
Remix of yusukesjean's BR3 fill
Arakita hesitates before he opens the door of the tattoo parlor. He's been inside plenty of times before, but always just to pick Fukutomi up for a date. The anticipation outweighs the nerves though, so he pushes open the door and steps inside. The automated bell over the door lets out its familiar tinny chime as he enters
"Oi, Yasutomo, you came," Fukutomi's new assistant, Daisuke, calls out. "Juichi said you might."
Arakita tries his best to make small talk while he waits for Fukutomi to finish with his current client, but it's difficult when all he can think about is the small jewelry box he found on the kitchen table that morning that currently feels like it's trying to burn a hole in his pocket. After what feels like an eternity, Fukutomi finally comes out from the back with a young woman who's still cooing over her new earrings.
"Boss, look who showed up," Daisuke says after Fukutomi's shown the woman to the door.
"I'm free now, you can come on back," Fukutomi says, and Arakita swallows hard as he follows. He's never been beyond the lobby before, so he's a bit surprised when Fukutomi shows him to a space that, if it weren't for the artwork plastered all over the walls and the music blaring through the speakers, wouldn't look out of place in a doctor's office.
"Take a seat," Fukutomi orders, and Arakita is torn between watching Fukutomi in his element and not being sure he wants to know what's coming. Every movement Fukutomi makes seems magnified somehow, and every little detail seems to catch his attention.
He tears his eyes away from Fukutomi's hands when Fukutomi turns back to face him and asks "which eyebrow?"
That at least is a question Arakita can answer. "Right," he says without hesitation, "to match yours."
He tries not to move too much as Fukutomi takes a pen and marks a couple of spots on his eyebrow, but it's difficult when Fukutomi's hands are so close to his face, and he can feel the heat coming off of them.
"How does this look?" Fukutomi asks, handing Arakita a mirror.
"You're asking me?" Arakita replies, squinting at the purple dots on his eyebrow. "How am I supposed to know!? If you think they look good, then they're fine. You're the one who knows what he's doing."
"Some people care more than others," Fukutomi says as he takes back the mirror. Then, he pulls on a pair of gloves, and Arakita feels the blood rush to his face. He's always had a thing for Fukutomi's hands, but they're even harder to look away from with the black latex tight around them (
Fukutomi keeps telling him it's not latex, but he really doesn't give a damn about the technical terms; all that matters to him is that they look really damn hot)."You doing okay?" Fukutomi asks when he turns back and notices the sudden sheen of sweat on Arakita's forehead.
"Fine," Arakita replies, but even he can tell he sounds a bit strangled.
"I'm going to put the clamp in place now," Fukutomi says as he picks up an unpleasant-looking piece of metal from his tray. "Depending on who you ask, some people say it's worse than the needle."
It doesn't feel good Arakita thinks, but that is quickly drowned out by just how close to him Fukutomi is, and the way in which Fukutomi's hands are pinching and tugging at his eyebrow.
Far too soon and yet not soon enough Fukutomi lets go with one hand to pick up the needle from his tray. Arakita tries not too think about just how big it looks, or where it's about to go, but at the same time, he can't stop watching what Fukutomi's hands are doing.
"Close this eye for me," Fukutomi orders, tapping Arakita's eyelid gently with a pinky. "Whenever you're ready, take a deep breath and let it out slowly."
Arakita closes both eyes for good measure, but he's not sure it helps. He can't see the needle anymore, but he can feel the pressure of the clamp, and the smooth drag of Fukutomi's hand on his temple.
He inhales, and he feels the prick of the tip of the needle as Fukutomi lines it up to his marks.
He exhales, and his breath catches in his throat as everything else is drowned out by the sharp pinch of the needle piercing flesh. It's quickly replaced by a dull sting, and he lets the rest of the breath out shakily. He doesn't risk opening his eyes until he feels the pressure of the clamp release.
"Still with me?" Fukutomi asks as he picks up the silver bar; it's a perfect match for the one currently in his own eyebrow.
"Fine," Arakita says, finding himself staring at Fukutomi's hands again.
"Just need to put in the jewelry, and then you're done."
There's a tugging at his eyebrow and more of the now-familiar drag of Fukutomi's gloved fingers over his face, and he tries not to wince. He hopes Fukutomi doesn't notice his eyes are watering.
"You're done," Fukutomi says, sitting back. "Do you need a tissue?"
"I'm not crying," Arakita grumbles.
"Of course not. Eyebrow piercings make everyone's eyes water; it's a natural reaction."
"Still don't need a tissue," Arakita says.
"So what do you think?" Fukutomi asks as he strips off his gloves and hands Arakita the mirror.
It's going to take some getting use to, Arakita thinks, but he likes it, and he likes it even more knowing that it's part of a matching set.
"It looks damn good, but nothing's as hot as yours," he says, finally giving into the urge to yank Fukutomi in and kiss him.