MiSTERY - "Why Keep the Brakes On", Tsukamoto/Rikudo
MiSTERY porn, as promised! THIS IS FOR ANDERS, BECAUSE NOTHING SAYS "ILU LITTLE BROTHER" LIKE GAY SEX.
Why Keep the Brakes On
Tsukamoto Hikaru/Rikudo Yuuta, R, 819 words.
Backstage at whatever their equivalent of Shounen Club is. They haven't been debuted for more than a few years - I think Tsuka-chan's probably seventeen and Rikudo's eighteen or nineteen. TASTE THE SUN is Rikudo's solo - imagine Nikaido doing Daite Señorita only sluttier; don't even ask where the title came from because I have no clue.
...Would this be considered fic or original? Because technically they're my characters, I came up with MiSTERY no matter how stupid it is. Anders was the one who said HERE YOU CAN COME UP WITH MASAKI'S BAND. I'm just playing in someone else's sandbox. And Masaki's not mine BUT HE'S NOT IN THIS ONE SO HA. I'm tagging it as both. :\
...rofl I just wrote 800+ words of porn for a fandom that doesn't exist yet.
There are only fifteen minutes left until filming starts when Rikudo pulls Tsukamoto into one of the prop closets, slams the door, and throws Tsukamoto up against it, pinning his arms above his head.
A little shudder runs through Tsukamoto. Rikudo's giving him that look, the one that says he wants to get Tsukamoto naked and run his tongue over every inch of Tsukamoto's body. "Yuu-chan," he whines.
"Do you have any idea," Rikudo says, "how fucking good you look like that?"
Well, obviously, Tsukamoto wants to say, because he can't really be surprised. He's caught his best friend staring at him with open interest more than once today - the costume's probably to blame. It's tight in all the right places and seems to completely misunderstand the idea that a shirt is meant to cover your chest.
And it's not as if Tsukamoto didn't encourage things just a little, what with the giving Rikudo smoky looks while they were getting dressed and the licking his lips pointedly whenever Rikudo glanced his way and the making his hiprolls extra double slutty during dance practice and- well. It might be an understatement to say he'd been expecting this.
"We're going to get in so much trouble," he says instead. "Dai-nii-"
"Forget Dai-nii," Rikudo growls, and crushes their lips together.
Tsukamoto doesn't even bother with a token protest, just moans into Rikudo's mouth and kisses back just as roughly. He wants to tangle his fingers in Rikudo's hair, pull him closer, but he's not that stupid and Daisuke really will kill them if they wreck their hair before the performance.
Rikudo breaks the kiss to nip at Tsukamoto's earlobe, catching his piercing between his teeth and making Tsukamoto shiver. "You've been fucking with me all day, you brat."
"Oh, good, you noticed," Tsukamoto moans, grinding his hips against Rikudo's and getting a choked gasp of "Hikaru-" in return. "I thought you might be sick or something."
"Shut the hell up," Rikudo shoots back.
Tsukamoto laughs, breathing hard. "Shut me up, then."
Normally, a dare like that would mean Tsukamoto on his knees, but they need to sing in - Tsukamoto glances at the clock on the wall - eight minutes, and even Rikudo isn't dumb enough to try that right now. Instead, Rikudo catches Tsukamoto's mouth again, biting at his bottom lip until Tsukamoto cries out.
"Now, Yuuta," Tsukamoto demands, rolling his hips insistently, his eyes dark with arousal, and Rikudo swears and releases Tsukamoto's wrists. Before he can get a hand between them, though, Tsukamoto pushes his best friend backward and, silently thanking whatever cosmic power gave him his growth spurt just before Rikudo's, pins him against the opposite wall and shoves a hand down the front of Rikudo's pants.
"Brat," Rikudo hisses again, and then, "Oh, fuck, Hikaru," as Tsukamoto makes short work of his zipper and wraps his fingers around Rikudo's cock.
"Selfish!" Tsukamoto fires back petulantly, when Rikudo makes no move to do anything with his hands but cling to Tsukamoto's shoulders, but his whine turns into a long, low moan as Rikudo returns the favor.
Rikudo is really hot like this, Tsukamoto thinks, twisting his wrist so Rikudo bites down on his shoulder to muffle a cry. Not just regular pretty, like he normally is, but hot, like when he's performing TASTE THE SUN and doing that swively hip thing and hitting all those low notes and having blatant eyesex with his backdancers. The flush on his cheeks extends down his neck and to what Tsukamoto can see of his chest - tragically, Rikudo's costume isn't quite as revealing as his - and the rhythm of his hips against Tsukamoto's hand is beginning to falter. Tsukamoto can tell he's getting close.
"Hurry up, Yuu-chan, they're going to find us," Tsukamoto hisses, and feels the desperate groan against his neck as Rikudo tenses and spills hot over Tsukamoto's hand.
It's beautiful to watch Rikudo come apart, but Tsukamoto's erection is still pressing insistently against him and he's too close to stop now. "Please, Yuuta." Tsukamoto's not above begging at this point. "Touch me?"
Rikudo is still shaky with the aftershocks of his orgasm as he gets his hand back around Tsukamoto and works him without any rhythm or finesse, nipping at Tsukamoto's ear and breathlessly telling him how good he looks like this, how he wishes they had more time and all the things they'd do to each other if they did, and Tsukamoto comes with a little sobbing cry, curling against Rikudo and shuddering himself out.
They lean against the wall and each other, boneless and satisfied and trying to catch their breath, only bothering to clean themselves up when the white streaks on Tsukamoto's stomach come dangerously close to staining his costume.
"So much trouble," Tsukamoto hums contentedly, nuzzling Rikudo's collarbone. "Dai-nii's going to find out and you'll get all the blame because he loves me best."
"I'd punch you in the face," Rikudo says with affection, "but it'd take too much energy."
"And I punch back."
"That too."
Why Keep the Brakes On
Tsukamoto Hikaru/Rikudo Yuuta, R, 819 words.
Backstage at whatever their equivalent of Shounen Club is. They haven't been debuted for more than a few years - I think Tsuka-chan's probably seventeen and Rikudo's eighteen or nineteen. TASTE THE SUN is Rikudo's solo - imagine Nikaido doing Daite Señorita only sluttier; don't even ask where the title came from because I have no clue.
...Would this be considered fic or original? Because technically they're my characters, I came up with MiSTERY no matter how stupid it is. Anders was the one who said HERE YOU CAN COME UP WITH MASAKI'S BAND. I'm just playing in someone else's sandbox. And Masaki's not mine BUT HE'S NOT IN THIS ONE SO HA. I'm tagging it as both. :\
...rofl I just wrote 800+ words of porn for a fandom that doesn't exist yet.
There are only fifteen minutes left until filming starts when Rikudo pulls Tsukamoto into one of the prop closets, slams the door, and throws Tsukamoto up against it, pinning his arms above his head.
A little shudder runs through Tsukamoto. Rikudo's giving him that look, the one that says he wants to get Tsukamoto naked and run his tongue over every inch of Tsukamoto's body. "Yuu-chan," he whines.
"Do you have any idea," Rikudo says, "how fucking good you look like that?"
Well, obviously, Tsukamoto wants to say, because he can't really be surprised. He's caught his best friend staring at him with open interest more than once today - the costume's probably to blame. It's tight in all the right places and seems to completely misunderstand the idea that a shirt is meant to cover your chest.
And it's not as if Tsukamoto didn't encourage things just a little, what with the giving Rikudo smoky looks while they were getting dressed and the licking his lips pointedly whenever Rikudo glanced his way and the making his hiprolls extra double slutty during dance practice and- well. It might be an understatement to say he'd been expecting this.
"We're going to get in so much trouble," he says instead. "Dai-nii-"
"Forget Dai-nii," Rikudo growls, and crushes their lips together.
Tsukamoto doesn't even bother with a token protest, just moans into Rikudo's mouth and kisses back just as roughly. He wants to tangle his fingers in Rikudo's hair, pull him closer, but he's not that stupid and Daisuke really will kill them if they wreck their hair before the performance.
Rikudo breaks the kiss to nip at Tsukamoto's earlobe, catching his piercing between his teeth and making Tsukamoto shiver. "You've been fucking with me all day, you brat."
"Oh, good, you noticed," Tsukamoto moans, grinding his hips against Rikudo's and getting a choked gasp of "Hikaru-" in return. "I thought you might be sick or something."
"Shut the hell up," Rikudo shoots back.
Tsukamoto laughs, breathing hard. "Shut me up, then."
Normally, a dare like that would mean Tsukamoto on his knees, but they need to sing in - Tsukamoto glances at the clock on the wall - eight minutes, and even Rikudo isn't dumb enough to try that right now. Instead, Rikudo catches Tsukamoto's mouth again, biting at his bottom lip until Tsukamoto cries out.
"Now, Yuuta," Tsukamoto demands, rolling his hips insistently, his eyes dark with arousal, and Rikudo swears and releases Tsukamoto's wrists. Before he can get a hand between them, though, Tsukamoto pushes his best friend backward and, silently thanking whatever cosmic power gave him his growth spurt just before Rikudo's, pins him against the opposite wall and shoves a hand down the front of Rikudo's pants.
"Brat," Rikudo hisses again, and then, "Oh, fuck, Hikaru," as Tsukamoto makes short work of his zipper and wraps his fingers around Rikudo's cock.
"Selfish!" Tsukamoto fires back petulantly, when Rikudo makes no move to do anything with his hands but cling to Tsukamoto's shoulders, but his whine turns into a long, low moan as Rikudo returns the favor.
Rikudo is really hot like this, Tsukamoto thinks, twisting his wrist so Rikudo bites down on his shoulder to muffle a cry. Not just regular pretty, like he normally is, but hot, like when he's performing TASTE THE SUN and doing that swively hip thing and hitting all those low notes and having blatant eyesex with his backdancers. The flush on his cheeks extends down his neck and to what Tsukamoto can see of his chest - tragically, Rikudo's costume isn't quite as revealing as his - and the rhythm of his hips against Tsukamoto's hand is beginning to falter. Tsukamoto can tell he's getting close.
"Hurry up, Yuu-chan, they're going to find us," Tsukamoto hisses, and feels the desperate groan against his neck as Rikudo tenses and spills hot over Tsukamoto's hand.
It's beautiful to watch Rikudo come apart, but Tsukamoto's erection is still pressing insistently against him and he's too close to stop now. "Please, Yuuta." Tsukamoto's not above begging at this point. "Touch me?"
Rikudo is still shaky with the aftershocks of his orgasm as he gets his hand back around Tsukamoto and works him without any rhythm or finesse, nipping at Tsukamoto's ear and breathlessly telling him how good he looks like this, how he wishes they had more time and all the things they'd do to each other if they did, and Tsukamoto comes with a little sobbing cry, curling against Rikudo and shuddering himself out.
They lean against the wall and each other, boneless and satisfied and trying to catch their breath, only bothering to clean themselves up when the white streaks on Tsukamoto's stomach come dangerously close to staining his costume.
"So much trouble," Tsukamoto hums contentedly, nuzzling Rikudo's collarbone. "Dai-nii's going to find out and you'll get all the blame because he loves me best."
"I'd punch you in the face," Rikudo says with affection, "but it'd take too much energy."
"And I punch back."
"That too."