[Free!] Wooden Twigs of Passion

[manubibi]

Titolo: Wooden Twigs of Love
Fandom: Free!
Personaggi: mention di Nagisa/Rei, mention di Nagisa/Makoto, Rin/Haruka
Genere: comico
Avvertimenti: crack, band!AU, in inglese
Parole: 1302
Note: eeee la fic tecnicamente avrebbe tutte ship mie, ma è menzionata la MakoGisa che io non shippo, ma che però il mio partner di rp cutie-pie-nagisa shippa, e che mi ha pseudo-promptato XD e quindi vale per il qualcosa di prestato *pernacchia* comunque la amo tantissimo perché finalmente la mia esperienza nel bandom ha fruttato pure in questo senso XDDDD
btw non è che voglio bashare la ship eh, è che in questa AU la Makogisa è proprio inpensabile. X°D

Nagisa was just idly scrolling through a website for fans, bored out of his mind, and playing with the ring piercing his lower lip. These tours were honestly exhausting, and being in one was like going on a rollercoaster. The playing-for-ten-hundred-people part was amazing, exciting, fun, and almost the entire reason why he did this. Mostly, it was a path he had built with these same other boys he had met in high school.
But in moments like these, when they were traveling from one venue to the other, he wished teleport was a thing. He had absolutely no interest in the boring countryside out of the windows, and the music they played was always out of his own chords. So that was how he had ended up browsing one of those websites entertaining enough for him to not go crazy.
And then something catched his eye, something he had never heard of before.
’No Archive Warnings Apply, Hazuki Nagisa/Tachibana Makoto, Riding, Drumsticks, Anal Fingering, lots of bottom!Makoto’, and then a brief explanation, ‘these two look so cute! And you know they keep staring at each other every time and they’re sO ADORABLE OMG’. He squinted, and then let out a deep, dark cackle. This should be fun. He guessed his drumsticks should go up Makoto’s ass in this fanfiction, and at the thought of it he almost called him over to read only to see him blush because indeed, he was adorable when he did. But thinking of himself with Makoto… he just could never. Besides, now that he had actually started to finally get close to Rei the way he wanted to - his crush on Haruka was pretty much forgotten, by both, speaking of which him and Rin were currently getting it on in their own room, according to the noises Nagisa had been hearing - reading that people actually saw him fit to be with Makoto was weird. But still. Drumsticks involved during sex. This should be fun.

As it turned out, it was much more embarrassing than he expected. He had thought right, and in this story he was indeed shoving his drumsticks up Makoto’s ‘love cave’, and he was currently in a reddish fit of giggles. In real life, that is. From an outsider’s look, it would not have made sense to see him snort and wipe tears away only to giggle loudly like a madman. Rei, however, knew what he was up to.
"Porn stories again?" He asked, pretending to be disinterested. However, he approached the screen.
"Rei-chan, take ten steps back, for the love of… everything! You’re not ready for this," Nagisa yelled out in the middle of a laughing fit.
"Please, like we haven’t had sex before," the other replied, scoffing.
"Yeah, this isn’t us as usual though," Nagisa retorted, holding his belly.
"What?" Rei gasped out loud, now tearing Nagisa’s cellphone away from his hands. Oh wow, he’s jealous.

"Uh-uh… ‘He drummed on Makoto’s inner thighs, while thrusting into him—-’ Oh. Oh— Nagisa-kun!” He screeched out like the drummer was directly responsible for it, looking up all pink in his face.
"Told ya that you weren’t ready," Nagisa said with an air of superiority. He had read so many stranger things.
"I feel dirty,” Rei whined, rubbing his arms.
"Told ya," Nagisa repeated, arching his eyebrows. "Didn’t I?"
Rei sighed, raising his. “You… wouldn’t, right?” He asked, suddenly dubious.
"Shove my drumsticks up Mako-chan’s ass? Yeah, sure I would. Who wouldn’t, I mean, it’s the first thing anyone with half a brain would think of doing," Nagisa replied sarcastically. "Although now I’m curious about this whole drumming while fucking because that has to be something I’ve never read before," he continued with a smirk, snatching his phone back. "Might be a good coordination exercise." He then laughed again, taking the reading from where he had interrupted.
"Let’s see… 'Nagisa, please, deeper', the singer yelled, holding onto the bed's headboard with both hands, while his muscles flexed and his back arched, too busy screaming because of Nagisa's wooden twigs of passion rummaging into him…’ This is gold, I’m telling you, Rei-chan,” Nagisa read out loud with tears in his eyes, and with an entirely serious expression even though the corners of his mouth were twitching. “Wooden Twigs of Passion. Might call them that on Twitter and see if someone catches the nod.”
Rei groaned, covering his face with both his hands. “That’s so embarrassing, Nagisa-kun…!” He whined, with his voice muffled.
But then a gasp made both jump in place, and as they looked toward the source of that noise three things happened: Nagisa held his breath and started laughing as loud as he could, so loud that the unambiguous sounds from the room next to them stopped, including a loud ‘what the fuck' which was most likely Rin's voice. And then Rei stiffened with his back straight up like when he was still in high school, and like the teacher had just entered class. Third, they both realized Makoto himself was standing there with a cup of noodles and his jaw dropped open.

"What are you reading, Nagisa?!" He screeched, turning all red. His figure was hilarious, a big and tonic guy pink up to his ears and with the most fragile look. Nagisa, as it was obvious, simply burst in loud laughter while pointing at him, and even cried a little both because of the read and the bigger male’s look on his face. He really did look like he had just seen a dolphin masturbate with a headless fish or something like that.
"I’m reading about me shoving my sticks up your—" Nagisa began, admirably trying to speak while convulsing with laughter.
"Nagisa!" Rei and Makoto both yelled out, and the blond threw his head back, but he did not plan it right because by doing that he ended up rolling backwards and on the floor, while his innocent phone ended up twirling in the air and dropping with a dry thump on the floor.
And in the silence, Nagisa’s laughter rose again, while Rin, half naked, emerged from the room he was in with Haruka and looked around annoyed.
"What y’all making noises for, for fuck’s sake?" He barked, annoyed. And then his gaze fell on the floor, on the lit screen that had created so much trouble. While he read with his eyebrows shuddering, Haruka snuck from behind him - barely dressed at all, too - and read with him. His face did not change, however he grabbed the poor phone and opened the window.
”No!” Nagisa screamed, suddenly all serious, but still breathless from all the laughter, and the piano player glared at him.
"No more stuff like this then, Nagisa. You might get ideas."
"Yeah, like I would use my sticks for stuff like that. Do you know how dangerous that would be?" Nagisa replied, rolling his eyes.
Haruka simply stared, before throwing it back at him. “Go read some good stuff at least. I’ve seen some other stories with you and Makoto that are way better,” he said, and the rest of the band just did a double take staring at him. “What? I get bored too.”

Makoto had the exact face of betrayal. “You too, Haru?!” He squealed, shocked. The poor thing had never read fanfiction before, and the fact that someone would make things up about them was still working its way into the realm of things he could understand.
Haruka shrugged, grabbed Rin’s hand and closed them in again, locking the door. Shortly after, Rin began laughing, but they would never know whether it was because of tickling or because of what he had just read.
"By the way, there should be some riding somewhere", Nagisa mumbled, scrolling down with his thumb.