30 Kisses, (4) Grey Zone

Title: Grey Zone [Nikaido/Senga]
Rating/Warnings: PG-13? They’re naked, lol.
Summary: After a concert, Nikaido and Senga relax in their hotel room in the usual way.
AN: 30 kisses day 4. flailinginlove suggested Nisen hanging out in the bathtub, like they keep talking about doing in the concert MCs. Bits about sitting facing each other, and Kitayama saying that’s weird since they can see each other’s junk is totally true.

Grey Zone

Nikaido is perfectly content soaking his concert-sore muscles in the hot water of the bathtub, Senga’s knees bumping his, pleased with the whole world while Senga chatters at him about the show today.

“Hey…” Senga says at random, “do you think Kitamitsu’s right?”

“Your hair won’t fall out if you keep perming it. If it hasn’t already—”

“No!” Senga interrupts, slapping at Nikaido’s knee. “I mean about this. Do you think it’s weird we face each other, like he said? Cause you know, I can see…” Senga gives a meaningful look down, grinning slyly, “…everything.”

“Not like we’ve never seen Kitamitsu’s junk,” Nikaido snorts, splashing a little water at Senga. “And where’s he get off anyway, he’s the one squishing in a tub with Miyacchi AND Tama.”

Senga laughs and splashes Nikaido back, satisfied with Nikaido’s say-so. Without warning, Nikaido leans forward, making water slosh over the side of the tub as he presses a firm kiss against Senga’s mouth.

“Nika!” Senga says when Nikaido flops back into his original spot. Senga’s cheeks are pink and his eyes are sparkling, a cute grin sneaking onto his face. “What was that for?”

Nikaido shrugs. “How can I do that, if we don’t sit face to face?”

Senga leans over, more carefully than Nikaido so that the water stays in the tub, until he’s on his hands and knees, face only an inch or two from Nikaido’s.

“Then let’s sit like that always, yeah?” he says, and if he had a tail, it would be wagging hopefully. Nikaido can imagine it, imagine the fluffy brown ears that would go with it, half buried in Senga’s curls.

“Yeah,” he agrees, then he kisses Senga again, humming in approval when it makes Senga’s eyes flutter shut.

Eventually they make it out of the tub and dry off to climb into Nikaido’s bed together, having already messed up Senga’s bed more than well enough earlier. Senga’s skin is smooth and so warm against Nikaido’s, and Nikaido all but melts into a puddle under the blankets, boneless with satisfaction.

“I wish we could tour always,” Senga whispers, rubbing his cheek against Nikaido’s shoulder. “Just never stop, keep going to new places with all the members and eating together, and performing for fans every day. And then we could take baths together every night. Doesn’t that sound good?”

“You’d miss your mom,” Nikaido teases, but he presses a lingering kiss against Senga’s forehead. “Yeah, it does sound pretty great.”

Senga squeezes Nikaido tightly with the arms wrapped around his chest. “Take a bath with me tomorrow too, okay?”

He doesn’t answer in words, but Senga seems satisfied when Nikaido seals his silent promise with a kiss deep enough to steal both their breaths away.

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