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kirei_dakaraTitle: Watch
Rating: PG
Involving: Hiroyuki Tomita/Kohei Uchimura
Summary: Hiroyuki is used to being watched. This time, he finds himself looking back.
A/N: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bkm5191 for the beta! Written for frankiness for Olympic slash ficathon.
A/N2: Reference for those unfamiliar with the meaning of the word sempai.
--
(before Beijing)
Kohei was standing in front of a mirror in the changing room, frowning thoughtfully. Every few seconds, he would nod and then move his lips in a pantomime of speaking. After a few minutes of watching this, Hiroyuki’s curiosity got the best of him.
“What are you doing, Uchimura?”
Kohei spun, clutching at his heart in dramatic fashion. “Sempai, you scared me!”
“Sorry.” Hiroyuki shrugged, but his lips curved in a small smile to show he really did mean the apology. “But really, what were you doing?”
Kohei beamed at him. “I was practicing how to speak like Tomita-sempai! Because you know, you always look so dignified during interviews, so serious, but…but friendly! I want to give that impression too.”
Somehow, this answer didn’t surprise Hiroyuki. He was used to Kohei using him as a model; he was used to Kohei always watching him and imitating the points he found admirable, which seemed to be most of them, according to Kohei. But sometimes, Hiroyuki felt the younger gymnast went a little overboard. And this was definitely one of those times.
“I think the impression you give being Uchimura Kohei is just fine. Besides, the media likes it when you are…” Hiroyuki trailed off. There was really only one adjective to use when describing Kohei most of the time, but it was one he didn’t like to use. It just seemed wrong, coming from a grown man.
“Cute?” Kohei laughed, finishing the sentence for him. “I know, I know, but I don’t want to be cute all the time. Cute isn’t going to last forever. People should know I can be manly and reliable and strong.”
“This, from the boy who runs around gobbling chocolate snacks all day.”
“A growing boy needs fuel!” Kohei declared. “And don’t call me boy!”
He stepped in close to Hiroyuki, close enough for Hiroyuki to smell the chalk and sweat on his body, close enough that he had to lean back slightly to keep his chin from bumping into the younger man’s forehead.
“Because,” Kohei said, his voice dropping, “we’re alone right now, so you should call me by my name.”
He looked up, a hopeful expression on his face, and Hiroyuki gave in.
“All right. Kohei.”
Kohei’s reply was a delighted grin, and it lasted all of five seconds before he closed the remaining space between them in a kiss. He still wasn’t very good at kissing (although his enthusiasm more than made up for it), and Hiroyuki wondered again if he was the first person Kohei had ever kissed. It bothered him a little bit because it reminded him of those feelings, the ones that told him he was taking advantage of Kohei’s youthful case of hero worship.
Except it was Kohei who had approached him, all those months ago.
(“I’m Uchimura Kohei,” he had said when they shook hands, and his intent gaze had clearly stated I am yours if you will have me.)
So Hiroyuki dismissed his doubts and moved his hands to Kohei’s back and pressed the younger man into him. You could get better at anything, with a little practice.
--
(at Beijing)
The fall had been agonizing enough, but it was nothing compared to Kohei’s eyes on him afterwards. Hiroyuki was afraid to look back; he didn’t want to see the disappointment that was sure to be there. After all, he was supposed to be the hero. Heroes weren’t supposed to fall.
Only, Kohei wasn’t disappointed in him - for him, maybe, but not with him. And, coming first before a shred of disappointment was worry and concern. Hiroyuki had underestimated the depths of Kohei’s feelings. That scared him too, for different reasons.
“Sempai,” Kohei whispered, his dark gaze flickering over to the ice pack.
“Don’t worry,” Hiroyuki replied gruffly. “I’m fine.”
“Okay.” But Kohei’s voice trembled, and his fingers clenched as though he were reminding himself not to reach out. Hiroyuki sighed and grabbed Kohei’s arm to give it a reassuring squeeze.
“I’m fine, Uchimura” he repeated. “Now show me you believe it.”
Kohei blinked at him, then nodded firmly. “Okay.”
“Good.”
When Kohei was on the podium receiving his silver medal, Hiroyuki was looking on with approval. Sure, he would have liked to be up there as well, but he was proud of Kohei, and not just as a friend or a teammate.
Maybe Hiroyuki had underestimated the depths of his own feelings as well.
--
Kohei preferred it dark during sex, but Hiroyuki liked being able to see things clearly, so they usually compromised by turning off the lights and leaving the drapes open. It wasn’t exactly the best of compromises, as both of them were a bit paranoid about who could be looking in through their window, but in the Olympic Village, it worked. Everyone knew that what happened at the Olympic Village, stayed at the Olympic Village.
Hiroyuki had never appreciated that fact more than right now. The dim wash of ambient lights stretched shadows pleasingly over Kohei’s skin, and he could trace the graceful lines of the younger man’s body without rushing. Hiroyuki loved finding beauty in the human form, and Kohei was gorgeous when arched up beneath him.
“You aren’t supposed to do anything strenuous,” Kohei laughed breathily afterwards.
“I feel fine,” Hiroyuki answered irritably. Of course, tomorrow his body was going to hurt like hell, but that was tomorrow, and nothing he did now was going to make it hurt more.
“Oh, I’m not really complaining,” Kohei murmured, lifting his head for an open mouthed kiss. He really had gotten better at kissing so quickly. “But then you can’t blame me if it takes you a long time to get better.”
--
(after Beijing)
“Did you really mean that, sempai?”
Hiroyuki opened a bottle of water and took a long drink before replying, “Mean what?”
“About doing gymnastics as long as it stays fun.” Kohei took the bottle from him. Both of them had been doing interviews all morning, and it was taking its toll.
“Of course. I’ll stop training when I stop enjoying it.”
“Oh.” Kohei took another sip, then set the bottle down decisively. “I’ll make sure you have fun for a long time.”
“I look forward to it,” Hiroyuki replied, completely serious.
--
It felt weird to be at a meet dressed in a suit and tie, but Hiroyuki managed. After all, he wasn’t going to be a gymnast forever. He had to learn how to sit on the sidelines.
“I still don’t see why you aren’t competing,” Kohei muttered stubbornly when he came to the dressing room to wish him luck. “You even have that new routine on the rings.”
“Yes,” Hiroyuki explained patiently, “but the coaches…I wanted to see if you could lead the team. It’s not enough just to be good, Kohei. You have to be someone others can rally around. And I plan on going to Worlds, you know that.”
Kohei pouted anyway; he could be absolutely childish when things didn’t go his way. But then he looked up.
“You called me Kohei. And I didn’t have to ask you.”
Hiroyuki shrugged. He’d been thinking of the younger man as Kohei for a long time now; he might as well get used to saying it. “Yeah, I guess I did.”
Kohei seemed to consider this for a moment. Then he grinned and flung his arms around Hiroyuki’s neck and kissed him. Hiroyuki could taste the barest hints of chocolate.
“All right, I’m going out there. Watch me,” Kohei said confidently before disappearing through the doors.
Hiroyuki smiled. He had no intention of doing anything else.
Rating: PG
Involving: Hiroyuki Tomita/Kohei Uchimura
Summary: Hiroyuki is used to being watched. This time, he finds himself looking back.
A/N: Thanks to
bkm5191 for the beta! Written for frankiness for Olympic slash ficathon.A/N2: Reference for those unfamiliar with the meaning of the word sempai.
--
(before Beijing)
Kohei was standing in front of a mirror in the changing room, frowning thoughtfully. Every few seconds, he would nod and then move his lips in a pantomime of speaking. After a few minutes of watching this, Hiroyuki’s curiosity got the best of him.
“What are you doing, Uchimura?”
Kohei spun, clutching at his heart in dramatic fashion. “Sempai, you scared me!”
“Sorry.” Hiroyuki shrugged, but his lips curved in a small smile to show he really did mean the apology. “But really, what were you doing?”
Kohei beamed at him. “I was practicing how to speak like Tomita-sempai! Because you know, you always look so dignified during interviews, so serious, but…but friendly! I want to give that impression too.”
Somehow, this answer didn’t surprise Hiroyuki. He was used to Kohei using him as a model; he was used to Kohei always watching him and imitating the points he found admirable, which seemed to be most of them, according to Kohei. But sometimes, Hiroyuki felt the younger gymnast went a little overboard. And this was definitely one of those times.
“I think the impression you give being Uchimura Kohei is just fine. Besides, the media likes it when you are…” Hiroyuki trailed off. There was really only one adjective to use when describing Kohei most of the time, but it was one he didn’t like to use. It just seemed wrong, coming from a grown man.
“Cute?” Kohei laughed, finishing the sentence for him. “I know, I know, but I don’t want to be cute all the time. Cute isn’t going to last forever. People should know I can be manly and reliable and strong.”
“This, from the boy who runs around gobbling chocolate snacks all day.”
“A growing boy needs fuel!” Kohei declared. “And don’t call me boy!”
He stepped in close to Hiroyuki, close enough for Hiroyuki to smell the chalk and sweat on his body, close enough that he had to lean back slightly to keep his chin from bumping into the younger man’s forehead.
“Because,” Kohei said, his voice dropping, “we’re alone right now, so you should call me by my name.”
He looked up, a hopeful expression on his face, and Hiroyuki gave in.
“All right. Kohei.”
Kohei’s reply was a delighted grin, and it lasted all of five seconds before he closed the remaining space between them in a kiss. He still wasn’t very good at kissing (although his enthusiasm more than made up for it), and Hiroyuki wondered again if he was the first person Kohei had ever kissed. It bothered him a little bit because it reminded him of those feelings, the ones that told him he was taking advantage of Kohei’s youthful case of hero worship.
Except it was Kohei who had approached him, all those months ago.
(“I’m Uchimura Kohei,” he had said when they shook hands, and his intent gaze had clearly stated I am yours if you will have me.)
So Hiroyuki dismissed his doubts and moved his hands to Kohei’s back and pressed the younger man into him. You could get better at anything, with a little practice.
--
(at Beijing)
The fall had been agonizing enough, but it was nothing compared to Kohei’s eyes on him afterwards. Hiroyuki was afraid to look back; he didn’t want to see the disappointment that was sure to be there. After all, he was supposed to be the hero. Heroes weren’t supposed to fall.
Only, Kohei wasn’t disappointed in him - for him, maybe, but not with him. And, coming first before a shred of disappointment was worry and concern. Hiroyuki had underestimated the depths of Kohei’s feelings. That scared him too, for different reasons.
“Sempai,” Kohei whispered, his dark gaze flickering over to the ice pack.
“Don’t worry,” Hiroyuki replied gruffly. “I’m fine.”
“Okay.” But Kohei’s voice trembled, and his fingers clenched as though he were reminding himself not to reach out. Hiroyuki sighed and grabbed Kohei’s arm to give it a reassuring squeeze.
“I’m fine, Uchimura” he repeated. “Now show me you believe it.”
Kohei blinked at him, then nodded firmly. “Okay.”
“Good.”
When Kohei was on the podium receiving his silver medal, Hiroyuki was looking on with approval. Sure, he would have liked to be up there as well, but he was proud of Kohei, and not just as a friend or a teammate.
Maybe Hiroyuki had underestimated the depths of his own feelings as well.
--
Kohei preferred it dark during sex, but Hiroyuki liked being able to see things clearly, so they usually compromised by turning off the lights and leaving the drapes open. It wasn’t exactly the best of compromises, as both of them were a bit paranoid about who could be looking in through their window, but in the Olympic Village, it worked. Everyone knew that what happened at the Olympic Village, stayed at the Olympic Village.
Hiroyuki had never appreciated that fact more than right now. The dim wash of ambient lights stretched shadows pleasingly over Kohei’s skin, and he could trace the graceful lines of the younger man’s body without rushing. Hiroyuki loved finding beauty in the human form, and Kohei was gorgeous when arched up beneath him.
“You aren’t supposed to do anything strenuous,” Kohei laughed breathily afterwards.
“I feel fine,” Hiroyuki answered irritably. Of course, tomorrow his body was going to hurt like hell, but that was tomorrow, and nothing he did now was going to make it hurt more.
“Oh, I’m not really complaining,” Kohei murmured, lifting his head for an open mouthed kiss. He really had gotten better at kissing so quickly. “But then you can’t blame me if it takes you a long time to get better.”
--
(after Beijing)
“Did you really mean that, sempai?”
Hiroyuki opened a bottle of water and took a long drink before replying, “Mean what?”
“About doing gymnastics as long as it stays fun.” Kohei took the bottle from him. Both of them had been doing interviews all morning, and it was taking its toll.
“Of course. I’ll stop training when I stop enjoying it.”
“Oh.” Kohei took another sip, then set the bottle down decisively. “I’ll make sure you have fun for a long time.”
“I look forward to it,” Hiroyuki replied, completely serious.
--
It felt weird to be at a meet dressed in a suit and tie, but Hiroyuki managed. After all, he wasn’t going to be a gymnast forever. He had to learn how to sit on the sidelines.
“I still don’t see why you aren’t competing,” Kohei muttered stubbornly when he came to the dressing room to wish him luck. “You even have that new routine on the rings.”
“Yes,” Hiroyuki explained patiently, “but the coaches…I wanted to see if you could lead the team. It’s not enough just to be good, Kohei. You have to be someone others can rally around. And I plan on going to Worlds, you know that.”
Kohei pouted anyway; he could be absolutely childish when things didn’t go his way. But then he looked up.
“You called me Kohei. And I didn’t have to ask you.”
Hiroyuki shrugged. He’d been thinking of the younger man as Kohei for a long time now; he might as well get used to saying it. “Yeah, I guess I did.”
Kohei seemed to consider this for a moment. Then he grinned and flung his arms around Hiroyuki’s neck and kissed him. Hiroyuki could taste the barest hints of chocolate.
“All right, I’m going out there. Watch me,” Kohei said confidently before disappearing through the doors.
Hiroyuki smiled. He had no intention of doing anything else.
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