for no reason
Title: For No Reason
Pairing(s): Nino/MatsuKen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1600
Summary: Nino doesn't know how MatsuKen got in his bed, but he's not about to complain.
Notes: I blame this entirely on
aeslis, who basically thrust me into the world of GANTZ by bringing me to see the movie and then having me watch the Nino/MatsuKen thing in LA and then tickling me (literally) into writing a NinoMatsu. I love her, but this is her fault and she knows it (and is gleeful about it). ;) It will help if you've watched the LA promo, but other than that, dive right in!
Nino blinks once, and slowly.
This feels like a day where he wouldn't mind staying in bed. He can smell rain creeping in from the doorway, a damp scent that treks all the way across the hall and into his sheets, and it's dark but midday. He might as well just crack an egg over some rice and bring it back to bed to eat under the covers.
He slithers his legs out underneath his blanket. One foot hits the floor.
The other is a little trapped.
"This bed's going to be really cold if you leave, you know."
"That's not my problem." Nino stalls. "It's too expensive to turn the heat on."
"It is, isn't it?"
He's not getting any clues, and so Nino turns.
"Macchan?" he says, and drops a sigh into his hands. "Macchan. Really?"
"Don't worry," MatsuKen says, and his eyebrows rise, hiding beneath a sleep-flattened toss of bangs. "I'm not naked."
"Good."
Nino brings back two bowls of rice with an egg split between them and kicks MatsuKen's feet off his side of the bed before sliding back in.
"Want to tell me why you're here?" he says, watching MatsuKen chew. He eats like he has nothing else to do, ever, but his bites are big and he's done with his rice in a matter of seconds. "Or is that a secret?”
It takes MatsuKen a second before he answers. "You picked me up," he says.
Nino chokes on yolk. "I did not."
"I'll show you," MatsuKen says, and reaches across Nino's lap for his phone on the bedside table.
--
03:21 AM: pick me up?
03:32 AM: ok. where
--
And then an address, number and street and even zip code. It's like a formula to something forbidden. Nino stares.
"I don't remember this at all," he confesses, and shuts his eyes. Three AM--what was he doing? Sleeping, surely. He'd had an off day yesterday too.
"You weren't drunk. Or out of it." MatsuKen is playing with the rice grains left in his bowl, trying to stack them on top of each other with the tips of his chopsticks. Nino feels like taking them away and replacing them with himself instead, if only for something to do on a useless day like this. "Neither was I. I just needed a ride.”
"Taxi," Nino says, watching the rice grains topple.
"I'm broke.”
"You're lying.”
MatsuKen looks up. "I didn't have any cash.”
"So--?”
"Stop," Matsuken says. "It doesn't matter anyway.”
Nino rests his bowl on the bedcovers carefully. Part of him wants to know the reason, but mostly he agrees with MatsuKen: it doesn't matter. Whatever it is, it's probably a stupid reason anyway, and Nino doesn't have time for stupid reasons. Or rain, for that matter.
But he likes people in his bed, and that is that.
"I'll leave when you want me too," MatsuKen says, and Nino watches him attempt to re-shape the hairs on his head that stick out at funny angles. Eventually he gives up and drops his arms onto the bedspread. "I'll leave now if you want me to.”
Nino pretends to think about it.
"Stay," he says.
--
Two hours of television later and Nino is hungry. The rice wasn't enough--it was only leftovers from yesterday--but he doesn't feel like getting out of bed.
Sometime between the first morning drama and the talk show that just ended, MatsuKen's feet have twisted with Nino's, collecting warmth between their sockless toes and ankles. Nino can tell he's not doing it for any reason, it's just to do something. Just like Nino feels like sliding a hand around MatsuKen's neck to pull him closer.
"You hungry?" Nino asks. Maybe MatsuKen will run to the convenience store with him.
"Kind of," MatsuKen says, and his knee drags up Nino's leg as he turns over onto his stomach. "What's for lunch?”
"Not anything made by me," Nino says before tucking one of his legs under MatsuKen's. It's like they're having two conversations (and Nino would be fine if they stopped one and picked up the other at a much faster pace). "But there's a conbini down the street.”
"I saw." A pause, and wiggling toes. "You want to go?"
"You want to go?”
"Let's go."
Neither of them makes a move.
In the end, they decide not to for a number of reasons that don't really have any backing. Nino says it's too early out and MatsuKen goes on for a minute about how they'll be recognized because he doesn't feel like putting a mask or a cap on.
"Your hair is a mess," Nino points out. "No one will recognize you.”
MatsuKen's eyes travel from Nino's forehead to the curve of his chin.
"Everyone will recognize you," he says finally, and Nino can't help but laugh.
"Too bad this isn't Los Angeles," he says, and now they're both laughing. Suddenly food is no longer a priority--this is good enough for now.
--
Around two in the afternoon, MatsuKen wants to nap.
"We haven't left this bed," Nino says.
"It's just," MatsuKen begins, and then trails off, eyes moving to the foggy window. "You know, when you haven't slept much, you want to sleep more…”
"I know, but--really, Macchan? A nap?”
MatsuKen buries his face in the pillow.
"Fine," Nino says, and props himself up on his elbows. "I'll go put in more rice for riceballs." His hunger is back and it's definitely not leaving this time. "How many do you want?”
"Four. Make them later.”
"Fo--why?”
"Like I said," MatsuKen says, "it'll be cold if you leave.”
His feet are like locks on Nino's--warm, heavy locks that are actually working. If he was just a little less hungry…
"I'll be back in five minutes," Nino says, and throws the blankets back. The cold hits him harder than he expected, especially on his feet, but jumping around in the kitchen brings the feeling back somewhat. He feels like an idiot prancing from rice cooker to sink and back again, and he wishes the bed would just go with him.
Two minutes later he has what he asked for.
"Your nose is cold," Nino says, and he sounds more annoyed than he actually is.
MatsuKen doesn't pull back. "Deal with it," he says, and his lips move over the bumps of Nino's spine like he's been moving his feet all over Nino's for the past three hours.
"The rice,"Nino says.
"What about it?”
Nino doesn't really know. "It'll take about thirty minutes," he finally says, though in reality it'll take about fifteen. He's not so sure about this super-fast rice cooker now, even though it is only a hand-me-down from his sister (she found one that did the job in twelve minutes).
"Come back," MatsuKen says. "To bed.”
Nino was never very easy to persuade before this.
"Okay," he says, voice caught somewhere between his sped-up heartbeats and cold fingertips.
--
They haven't even hit the bed before MatsuKen has his lips on Nino's jaw, light and seeking before they crash against his lips in a kiss that's far too demanding for their first.
"What happened to naptime?" Nino mumbles, too shocked for a second to do anything but wonder. "I thought you wanted to sleep?”
"Too cold for sleep," MatsuKen says, and tilts his chin forward. In the next second he has Nino's bottom lip between his teeth, tugging gently. Nino's moan is a breath skittered across MatsuKen's tongue, and soon they're rolling on the sheets like puppies fighting for space.
When Nino envisioned doing nothing in bed for the day this wasn't exactly his idea, but he's going to go with it.
"Maybe, secretly," MatsuKen says in between kisses, voice low and almost like a growl, "this is why you picked me up.”
"Maybe this is why you asked me to," Nino shoots back, and settles his knee between MatsuKen's legs before snaking a hand round his neck to grab a fistful of hair at the nape. "You ever think about that?”
MatsuKen shuts his eyes, left eyebrow twitching as Nino rocks his knee toward his stomach. "I don't think about much," he admits, and leans down so that they're nose to nose. "I don't….I didn't have anything else to do today, so I decided to come over, and…and then this happened.”
Nino no longer smells rain in his room, just the faint, sour smell of sweat and MatsuKen's breath sweeping along his burning cheeks. "Why?”
"No reason." Nino is sure there really isn't one, but the thought falls away as he feels lips on his throat tracking downwards to collarbones and a suddenly-exposed chest.
"The rice," Nino says, because he feels like intervening with MatsuKen's train of thought, which probably isn't going anywhere important except to Nino's pants, but still. "It should be done by now.”
MatsuKen says nothing, just hooks his index fingers round the waistband of Nino's sweatpants.
"Macchan?”
MatsuKen tugs.
"Macchan, there's a--.”
A tie, of course. Nino watches him undo the loop with a simple pull.
"Macchan...”
"Forget about the riceballs,"MatsuKen says.
"But I'm hungry!"
"You won't be in a little bit."
Two kisses to the points of his hipbones and Nino shuts up. Two minutes later he's not so quiet, but that's not something he can help.
--
It's not until a little later that the riceballs are actually made.
"I drove you to my house for tv, sex and rice," Nino mumbles.
MatsuKen hums. He's peeling the seaweed off his riceball with unnecessary concentration. "Is that a problem?”
Of course it isn't--it's the exact opposite of one. But Nino isn't going to admit that with a straight face.
"Next time I'm not picking you up," he says, and watches MatsuKen stuff the seaweed into his mouth. "You can walk."
MatsuKen shrugs.
"We'll see," he says, and feeds Nino half of a riceball by poking it into his mouth.
--
02:24 AM: your house is too far to walk to
02:27 AM: deal with it
02:34 AM: pick me up?
02:40 AM: i hate you. where
Pairing(s): Nino/MatsuKen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1600
Summary: Nino doesn't know how MatsuKen got in his bed, but he's not about to complain.
Notes: I blame this entirely on
aeslis, who basically thrust me into the world of GANTZ by bringing me to see the movie and then having me watch the Nino/MatsuKen thing in LA and then tickling me (literally) into writing a NinoMatsu. I love her, but this is her fault and she knows it (and is gleeful about it). ;) It will help if you've watched the LA promo, but other than that, dive right in!Nino blinks once, and slowly.
This feels like a day where he wouldn't mind staying in bed. He can smell rain creeping in from the doorway, a damp scent that treks all the way across the hall and into his sheets, and it's dark but midday. He might as well just crack an egg over some rice and bring it back to bed to eat under the covers.
He slithers his legs out underneath his blanket. One foot hits the floor.
The other is a little trapped.
"This bed's going to be really cold if you leave, you know."
"That's not my problem." Nino stalls. "It's too expensive to turn the heat on."
"It is, isn't it?"
He's not getting any clues, and so Nino turns.
"Macchan?" he says, and drops a sigh into his hands. "Macchan. Really?"
"Don't worry," MatsuKen says, and his eyebrows rise, hiding beneath a sleep-flattened toss of bangs. "I'm not naked."
"Good."
Nino brings back two bowls of rice with an egg split between them and kicks MatsuKen's feet off his side of the bed before sliding back in.
"Want to tell me why you're here?" he says, watching MatsuKen chew. He eats like he has nothing else to do, ever, but his bites are big and he's done with his rice in a matter of seconds. "Or is that a secret?”
It takes MatsuKen a second before he answers. "You picked me up," he says.
Nino chokes on yolk. "I did not."
"I'll show you," MatsuKen says, and reaches across Nino's lap for his phone on the bedside table.
--
03:21 AM: pick me up?
03:32 AM: ok. where
--
And then an address, number and street and even zip code. It's like a formula to something forbidden. Nino stares.
"I don't remember this at all," he confesses, and shuts his eyes. Three AM--what was he doing? Sleeping, surely. He'd had an off day yesterday too.
"You weren't drunk. Or out of it." MatsuKen is playing with the rice grains left in his bowl, trying to stack them on top of each other with the tips of his chopsticks. Nino feels like taking them away and replacing them with himself instead, if only for something to do on a useless day like this. "Neither was I. I just needed a ride.”
"Taxi," Nino says, watching the rice grains topple.
"I'm broke.”
"You're lying.”
MatsuKen looks up. "I didn't have any cash.”
"So--?”
"Stop," Matsuken says. "It doesn't matter anyway.”
Nino rests his bowl on the bedcovers carefully. Part of him wants to know the reason, but mostly he agrees with MatsuKen: it doesn't matter. Whatever it is, it's probably a stupid reason anyway, and Nino doesn't have time for stupid reasons. Or rain, for that matter.
But he likes people in his bed, and that is that.
"I'll leave when you want me too," MatsuKen says, and Nino watches him attempt to re-shape the hairs on his head that stick out at funny angles. Eventually he gives up and drops his arms onto the bedspread. "I'll leave now if you want me to.”
Nino pretends to think about it.
"Stay," he says.
--
Two hours of television later and Nino is hungry. The rice wasn't enough--it was only leftovers from yesterday--but he doesn't feel like getting out of bed.
Sometime between the first morning drama and the talk show that just ended, MatsuKen's feet have twisted with Nino's, collecting warmth between their sockless toes and ankles. Nino can tell he's not doing it for any reason, it's just to do something. Just like Nino feels like sliding a hand around MatsuKen's neck to pull him closer.
"You hungry?" Nino asks. Maybe MatsuKen will run to the convenience store with him.
"Kind of," MatsuKen says, and his knee drags up Nino's leg as he turns over onto his stomach. "What's for lunch?”
"Not anything made by me," Nino says before tucking one of his legs under MatsuKen's. It's like they're having two conversations (and Nino would be fine if they stopped one and picked up the other at a much faster pace). "But there's a conbini down the street.”
"I saw." A pause, and wiggling toes. "You want to go?"
"You want to go?”
"Let's go."
Neither of them makes a move.
In the end, they decide not to for a number of reasons that don't really have any backing. Nino says it's too early out and MatsuKen goes on for a minute about how they'll be recognized because he doesn't feel like putting a mask or a cap on.
"Your hair is a mess," Nino points out. "No one will recognize you.”
MatsuKen's eyes travel from Nino's forehead to the curve of his chin.
"Everyone will recognize you," he says finally, and Nino can't help but laugh.
"Too bad this isn't Los Angeles," he says, and now they're both laughing. Suddenly food is no longer a priority--this is good enough for now.
--
Around two in the afternoon, MatsuKen wants to nap.
"We haven't left this bed," Nino says.
"It's just," MatsuKen begins, and then trails off, eyes moving to the foggy window. "You know, when you haven't slept much, you want to sleep more…”
"I know, but--really, Macchan? A nap?”
MatsuKen buries his face in the pillow.
"Fine," Nino says, and props himself up on his elbows. "I'll go put in more rice for riceballs." His hunger is back and it's definitely not leaving this time. "How many do you want?”
"Four. Make them later.”
"Fo--why?”
"Like I said," MatsuKen says, "it'll be cold if you leave.”
His feet are like locks on Nino's--warm, heavy locks that are actually working. If he was just a little less hungry…
"I'll be back in five minutes," Nino says, and throws the blankets back. The cold hits him harder than he expected, especially on his feet, but jumping around in the kitchen brings the feeling back somewhat. He feels like an idiot prancing from rice cooker to sink and back again, and he wishes the bed would just go with him.
Two minutes later he has what he asked for.
"Your nose is cold," Nino says, and he sounds more annoyed than he actually is.
MatsuKen doesn't pull back. "Deal with it," he says, and his lips move over the bumps of Nino's spine like he's been moving his feet all over Nino's for the past three hours.
"The rice,"Nino says.
"What about it?”
Nino doesn't really know. "It'll take about thirty minutes," he finally says, though in reality it'll take about fifteen. He's not so sure about this super-fast rice cooker now, even though it is only a hand-me-down from his sister (she found one that did the job in twelve minutes).
"Come back," MatsuKen says. "To bed.”
Nino was never very easy to persuade before this.
"Okay," he says, voice caught somewhere between his sped-up heartbeats and cold fingertips.
--
They haven't even hit the bed before MatsuKen has his lips on Nino's jaw, light and seeking before they crash against his lips in a kiss that's far too demanding for their first.
"What happened to naptime?" Nino mumbles, too shocked for a second to do anything but wonder. "I thought you wanted to sleep?”
"Too cold for sleep," MatsuKen says, and tilts his chin forward. In the next second he has Nino's bottom lip between his teeth, tugging gently. Nino's moan is a breath skittered across MatsuKen's tongue, and soon they're rolling on the sheets like puppies fighting for space.
When Nino envisioned doing nothing in bed for the day this wasn't exactly his idea, but he's going to go with it.
"Maybe, secretly," MatsuKen says in between kisses, voice low and almost like a growl, "this is why you picked me up.”
"Maybe this is why you asked me to," Nino shoots back, and settles his knee between MatsuKen's legs before snaking a hand round his neck to grab a fistful of hair at the nape. "You ever think about that?”
MatsuKen shuts his eyes, left eyebrow twitching as Nino rocks his knee toward his stomach. "I don't think about much," he admits, and leans down so that they're nose to nose. "I don't….I didn't have anything else to do today, so I decided to come over, and…and then this happened.”
Nino no longer smells rain in his room, just the faint, sour smell of sweat and MatsuKen's breath sweeping along his burning cheeks. "Why?”
"No reason." Nino is sure there really isn't one, but the thought falls away as he feels lips on his throat tracking downwards to collarbones and a suddenly-exposed chest.
"The rice," Nino says, because he feels like intervening with MatsuKen's train of thought, which probably isn't going anywhere important except to Nino's pants, but still. "It should be done by now.”
MatsuKen says nothing, just hooks his index fingers round the waistband of Nino's sweatpants.
"Macchan?”
MatsuKen tugs.
"Macchan, there's a--.”
A tie, of course. Nino watches him undo the loop with a simple pull.
"Macchan...”
"Forget about the riceballs,"MatsuKen says.
"But I'm hungry!"
"You won't be in a little bit."
Two kisses to the points of his hipbones and Nino shuts up. Two minutes later he's not so quiet, but that's not something he can help.
--
It's not until a little later that the riceballs are actually made.
"I drove you to my house for tv, sex and rice," Nino mumbles.
MatsuKen hums. He's peeling the seaweed off his riceball with unnecessary concentration. "Is that a problem?”
Of course it isn't--it's the exact opposite of one. But Nino isn't going to admit that with a straight face.
"Next time I'm not picking you up," he says, and watches MatsuKen stuff the seaweed into his mouth. "You can walk."
MatsuKen shrugs.
"We'll see," he says, and feeds Nino half of a riceball by poking it into his mouth.
--
02:24 AM: your house is too far to walk to
02:27 AM: deal with it
02:34 AM: pick me up?
02:40 AM: i hate you. where