[fanfic] I love the way you laugh
Title: I love the way you laugh
Author: akastranger
Pairing Involved: Fuma x Kento
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Comedy (probably failed), Smut
Warning: Unbeta’d
Author’s Note: Yes, I wrote smut. *coughs*
Word Count: 1,871
Fuma’s POV
It was crazy.
We didn’t even have the time to stop and think about how we endured the past few months of our crazily packed schedules; You can tell how worn out we were by the bad coordination of our dance rehearsal for our new PV shooting - our brains were sending out right signals but our bodies were reacting in delay to the music. At our dance instructor’s behest, the group stayed back to practice and we ended up finishing really late.
Everyone except Nakajima had gone home by the time I finished my shower. My parents were out of town for a week and he had planned to spend a few nights over, which explains why he was still around, waiting for me. He probably dozed off while I was in the showers and I couldn’t bear to disturb him from his dreamland. I captured a still shot of him with my eyes, saving a copy of the image at the back of my mind and found myself strangely aroused by how sexy he looked drenched with sweat.
Other than a loveaholic, Nakajima was also a workaholic. Sometimes, I get worried by how hard he was pushing himself and wondered when his body was going to give in to work overload. I carefully planted myself next to him on the couch and tucked him underneath my arm; Nakajima wrapped an arm around my waist automatically at the contact, mumbling some incoherent words while snuggling closer to me, staining my fresh clothes with his sweat.
I watched the rise and fall of his chest, then gave in to my urge and planted a kiss on the top of his forehead. After a few minutes, his hand slid down and fell on my thigh. I stared at his fingers, thinking of how beautiful they looked before reaching out and stroked his index finger. I felt a little guilty when he stirred and woke up.
“Fuma?” he mumbled sleepily, “Sorry I fell asleep, I’ll go shower now.”
I nodded in reply as he dragged himself out of the dressing room, feeling a little lonely now that he was not by my side. I took out my ipod and put on one of my favorite songs: The meaning of us by Amuro Namie. Halfway through the song, I found myself wondering about the future… or to be exact, Nakajima’s and my future together.
It took us three years to realize that our feelings for each other were more than friendship. I still remembered our first kiss, the yearning in his eyes, the taste of his lips, the feel of his fingers running through my hair; a magical moment that helped confirmed both our feelings were mutual. We only dated for two years, but it felt like we have been together since forever.
We were out of the Jimusho as soon as he returned. Hand in hand, we took a short detour to the train station instead of our usual route, enjoying the moment with just the two of us. When Nakajima revealed that he managed to wangle front-row tickets for my upcoming Kamen Teacher movie premiere and he would be there for support, my heart leaped with joy.
“You don’t really have to do that.” I said softly, hating myself immediately after that; I was always saying something else when in fact, I really wanted him to be there.
“Just because you’re too shy to show up on my Bad Boys J premiere doesn’t mean I am not going to do it for you. It’s your first movie debut!”
He even made me promise to make some time off after the premiere for a little celebration just with the two of us, and because it was Nakajima, I couldn’t help to wonder whether he had something more planned for that day.
That night, we cuddled and fell asleep in each other’s arms as soon as we reached home, too tired to do anything else.
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Popolo magazine’s shooting was our last schedule of the next day. We played with the mini roulette prop at the set on a huge bed while waiting for the staffs to adjust the lighting. Due to the huge amount of fans’ requests and comments on the internet, the magazine editors love to pair me up with Nakajima recently. “Those crazy FumaKen fans will help increase our sales!” I overheard one of them say.
“Here, have a piece of cake.” Nakajima tried to feed me while supporting my head with his right hand, but I was embarrassed when someone on the set whistled.
“No no, I can’t do this.” I pushed his hand away.
“Stop moving and just take a bite of the freaking cake!” he hissed at me.
The cameraman managed to snap a few pictures during our little argument and went to check the images on the monitor when a staff came over to take away the cake.
“You know,” Nakajima whispered into my ears as he fidgeted around with my tie. “I have something for you with a loose tie.”
He was all flustered when I stared into his eyes and smiled; beckoning him over with a finger, I whispered back. “And I have a thing for your beautiful fingers, especially when you touch me.”
Nakajima turned beetroot red when my head fell back and leaned against his hard on, he bit the bottom of his lips as I smirked at him on the discovery.
Our little conversation was interrupted by the cameraman, he took a few more shots of us and then it was all over before we knew it.
Nakajima had his you-know-how-much-I-want-you-now-face on when we were getting changed in the dressing room. He grabbed me by the arm and yanked me out from the studio as soon as we were done. It was probably the first time we managed to hail a cab within three minutes and then Nakajima had the driver sped us back to my house.
When we finally reached our destination, he shoved the fare into the cab driver’s hands and told him to keep the change. He dragged me across front porch and hurried me to unlock the door. The next thing I know, his arms were around me and my vision blurred as he pressed our lips together. I sank into his embrace, and soon, I was kissing him back. His soft lips tasted like peppermint candy, I parted my mouth and his tongue met mine, sending wild tremors throughout my body. Soon, we engaged in a tongue battle kiss. It was my victory by the way.
I hauled him up and threw him across my shoulder, heading towards my bedroom. Carefully, I tossed him on my bed and removed my shirt before throwing myself on top of him. He traced his fingers along my biceps, the sensation of his caress send shivers down my spine. Another battle of the tongues, I got distracted when he tugged at my pants and yanked them off. Round two was my loss.
“Fuumaaa…” he moaned in an erotic way that got me so aroused and I don’t know what got over me, I tore his shirt in half instead of pulling it over his head.
“What the hell, that was my favorite shirt.” Nakajima pouted cutely.
“Oh shut up, I’ll buy you a new one.” I replied as I removed his boxers along with the pants. Tracing my tongue down his chest, I stuck my fingers into his hole at the same time and stretched them to prepare him for what was coming next. He ran his fingers through my hair as I sucked on his nipples, arching forward trying to make more skin contact.
I shoved my hand into the stash of condoms I had in the upper drawer of my nightstand for times like this. Still keeping my face on his body, I randomly pulled one out, tore the package and rolled it over my length.
When I finally break away to position him at the edge of my bed, I looked down and found my erection covered in a bright yellow condom. I bobbed it in front of him and teased, “Here’s your favorite fruit, want some?”
Nakajima shifted his attention from my face to my manhood. It took him a few seconds to make out what was going on before he threw his head back in hysterical laughter.
“You find that funny?” I asked, loving the look of him laughing. “Wait till I tell you the joke about my dick… Oh never mind, its too long.”
Nakajima cracked up so much that I burst out laughing along with him. “The heck Fuma, what is with all the jokes today?”
“I love it when you laugh like that.” I threw him a wink. “Plus, laughter helps to release stress and now, guess what did the penis say to the condom?”
My partner took a quick pause from laughing and raised an eyebrow at me. “What?”
“Cover me cover me, I’m going in!”
Nakajima roared with laughter again. “Stop making me laugh or I won’t have any energy left for the rest of the night.”
“We have plenty of time Nakajima, the night is still young and I am pretty sure I can charge you up if you run out of batteries.”
I grabbed him by both ankles and pulled him to the edge of the bed. Positioning the tip of my erection at his entrance, I pushed against him slowly. He grabbed my butt with both his hands and squeezed lightly when I was buried deep within him.
“Damn.” Nakajima cursed suddenly. “What is this drug? Tell me why I can’t get enough of you.”
“Just surrender, you can’t win against the Fuma addiction.” I smirked at him.
I started rocking, building the rhythm and pace over time. In the middle of our lovemaking, Nakajima hooked his fingers into my mouth, and I could taste the sweetness of his fingers. I watched as his gaze explored my body, suddenly feeling a little awkward at how he was looking at me.
“Ahh…” Nakajima moaned loudly on a spur of moment, I felt him shudder at the pleasure and I knew I hit his prostate.
I leaned forward and plant a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, and he hooked his arms around my neck pulling me forward to steal a kiss.
“Alert.” Nakajima grinned. “Volcano erupting.”
I chuckled. “Same here, and don't worry about the lava, you're safe.”
With that, the both of us exploded. I pulled out and fell next to him on the bed, he snuggled up to me immediately, and our tongues tangled in another wet mess. Round three, my victory.
“I love you.” Nakajima whispered when we finally pull apart for breath.
“Un, me too.”
“Do you think we should make some New Year resolutions?”
“Like what?” I reached for his fingers and played with them.
“Be more lovely-dovey in public? I heard the fans love FumaKen.”
“I don’t mind. I bet our next Shokura recording’s theme is love, we can do something then and drown them all with our love vibes.”
“Right.”
“And remind me to buy more of the banana condoms.”
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P.S: I realized I forgotten something important in this fic. If you didn't notice, then I guess it's fine. =x
Author: akastranger
Pairing Involved: Fuma x Kento
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Comedy (probably failed), Smut
Warning: Unbeta’d
Author’s Note: Yes, I wrote smut. *coughs*
Word Count: 1,871
Fuma’s POV
It was crazy.
We didn’t even have the time to stop and think about how we endured the past few months of our crazily packed schedules; You can tell how worn out we were by the bad coordination of our dance rehearsal for our new PV shooting - our brains were sending out right signals but our bodies were reacting in delay to the music. At our dance instructor’s behest, the group stayed back to practice and we ended up finishing really late.
Everyone except Nakajima had gone home by the time I finished my shower. My parents were out of town for a week and he had planned to spend a few nights over, which explains why he was still around, waiting for me. He probably dozed off while I was in the showers and I couldn’t bear to disturb him from his dreamland. I captured a still shot of him with my eyes, saving a copy of the image at the back of my mind and found myself strangely aroused by how sexy he looked drenched with sweat.
Other than a loveaholic, Nakajima was also a workaholic. Sometimes, I get worried by how hard he was pushing himself and wondered when his body was going to give in to work overload. I carefully planted myself next to him on the couch and tucked him underneath my arm; Nakajima wrapped an arm around my waist automatically at the contact, mumbling some incoherent words while snuggling closer to me, staining my fresh clothes with his sweat.
I watched the rise and fall of his chest, then gave in to my urge and planted a kiss on the top of his forehead. After a few minutes, his hand slid down and fell on my thigh. I stared at his fingers, thinking of how beautiful they looked before reaching out and stroked his index finger. I felt a little guilty when he stirred and woke up.
“Fuma?” he mumbled sleepily, “Sorry I fell asleep, I’ll go shower now.”
I nodded in reply as he dragged himself out of the dressing room, feeling a little lonely now that he was not by my side. I took out my ipod and put on one of my favorite songs: The meaning of us by Amuro Namie. Halfway through the song, I found myself wondering about the future… or to be exact, Nakajima’s and my future together.
It took us three years to realize that our feelings for each other were more than friendship. I still remembered our first kiss, the yearning in his eyes, the taste of his lips, the feel of his fingers running through my hair; a magical moment that helped confirmed both our feelings were mutual. We only dated for two years, but it felt like we have been together since forever.
We were out of the Jimusho as soon as he returned. Hand in hand, we took a short detour to the train station instead of our usual route, enjoying the moment with just the two of us. When Nakajima revealed that he managed to wangle front-row tickets for my upcoming Kamen Teacher movie premiere and he would be there for support, my heart leaped with joy.
“You don’t really have to do that.” I said softly, hating myself immediately after that; I was always saying something else when in fact, I really wanted him to be there.
“Just because you’re too shy to show up on my Bad Boys J premiere doesn’t mean I am not going to do it for you. It’s your first movie debut!”
He even made me promise to make some time off after the premiere for a little celebration just with the two of us, and because it was Nakajima, I couldn’t help to wonder whether he had something more planned for that day.
That night, we cuddled and fell asleep in each other’s arms as soon as we reached home, too tired to do anything else.
---
Popolo magazine’s shooting was our last schedule of the next day. We played with the mini roulette prop at the set on a huge bed while waiting for the staffs to adjust the lighting. Due to the huge amount of fans’ requests and comments on the internet, the magazine editors love to pair me up with Nakajima recently. “Those crazy FumaKen fans will help increase our sales!” I overheard one of them say.
“Here, have a piece of cake.” Nakajima tried to feed me while supporting my head with his right hand, but I was embarrassed when someone on the set whistled.
“No no, I can’t do this.” I pushed his hand away.
“Stop moving and just take a bite of the freaking cake!” he hissed at me.
The cameraman managed to snap a few pictures during our little argument and went to check the images on the monitor when a staff came over to take away the cake.
“You know,” Nakajima whispered into my ears as he fidgeted around with my tie. “I have something for you with a loose tie.”
He was all flustered when I stared into his eyes and smiled; beckoning him over with a finger, I whispered back. “And I have a thing for your beautiful fingers, especially when you touch me.”
Nakajima turned beetroot red when my head fell back and leaned against his hard on, he bit the bottom of his lips as I smirked at him on the discovery.
Our little conversation was interrupted by the cameraman, he took a few more shots of us and then it was all over before we knew it.
Nakajima had his you-know-how-much-I-want-you-now-face on when we were getting changed in the dressing room. He grabbed me by the arm and yanked me out from the studio as soon as we were done. It was probably the first time we managed to hail a cab within three minutes and then Nakajima had the driver sped us back to my house.
When we finally reached our destination, he shoved the fare into the cab driver’s hands and told him to keep the change. He dragged me across front porch and hurried me to unlock the door. The next thing I know, his arms were around me and my vision blurred as he pressed our lips together. I sank into his embrace, and soon, I was kissing him back. His soft lips tasted like peppermint candy, I parted my mouth and his tongue met mine, sending wild tremors throughout my body. Soon, we engaged in a tongue battle kiss. It was my victory by the way.
I hauled him up and threw him across my shoulder, heading towards my bedroom. Carefully, I tossed him on my bed and removed my shirt before throwing myself on top of him. He traced his fingers along my biceps, the sensation of his caress send shivers down my spine. Another battle of the tongues, I got distracted when he tugged at my pants and yanked them off. Round two was my loss.
“Fuumaaa…” he moaned in an erotic way that got me so aroused and I don’t know what got over me, I tore his shirt in half instead of pulling it over his head.
“What the hell, that was my favorite shirt.” Nakajima pouted cutely.
“Oh shut up, I’ll buy you a new one.” I replied as I removed his boxers along with the pants. Tracing my tongue down his chest, I stuck my fingers into his hole at the same time and stretched them to prepare him for what was coming next. He ran his fingers through my hair as I sucked on his nipples, arching forward trying to make more skin contact.
I shoved my hand into the stash of condoms I had in the upper drawer of my nightstand for times like this. Still keeping my face on his body, I randomly pulled one out, tore the package and rolled it over my length.
When I finally break away to position him at the edge of my bed, I looked down and found my erection covered in a bright yellow condom. I bobbed it in front of him and teased, “Here’s your favorite fruit, want some?”
Nakajima shifted his attention from my face to my manhood. It took him a few seconds to make out what was going on before he threw his head back in hysterical laughter.
“You find that funny?” I asked, loving the look of him laughing. “Wait till I tell you the joke about my dick… Oh never mind, its too long.”
Nakajima cracked up so much that I burst out laughing along with him. “The heck Fuma, what is with all the jokes today?”
“I love it when you laugh like that.” I threw him a wink. “Plus, laughter helps to release stress and now, guess what did the penis say to the condom?”
My partner took a quick pause from laughing and raised an eyebrow at me. “What?”
“Cover me cover me, I’m going in!”
Nakajima roared with laughter again. “Stop making me laugh or I won’t have any energy left for the rest of the night.”
“We have plenty of time Nakajima, the night is still young and I am pretty sure I can charge you up if you run out of batteries.”
I grabbed him by both ankles and pulled him to the edge of the bed. Positioning the tip of my erection at his entrance, I pushed against him slowly. He grabbed my butt with both his hands and squeezed lightly when I was buried deep within him.
“Damn.” Nakajima cursed suddenly. “What is this drug? Tell me why I can’t get enough of you.”
“Just surrender, you can’t win against the Fuma addiction.” I smirked at him.
I started rocking, building the rhythm and pace over time. In the middle of our lovemaking, Nakajima hooked his fingers into my mouth, and I could taste the sweetness of his fingers. I watched as his gaze explored my body, suddenly feeling a little awkward at how he was looking at me.
“Ahh…” Nakajima moaned loudly on a spur of moment, I felt him shudder at the pleasure and I knew I hit his prostate.
I leaned forward and plant a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, and he hooked his arms around my neck pulling me forward to steal a kiss.
“Alert.” Nakajima grinned. “Volcano erupting.”
I chuckled. “Same here, and don't worry about the lava, you're safe.”
With that, the both of us exploded. I pulled out and fell next to him on the bed, he snuggled up to me immediately, and our tongues tangled in another wet mess. Round three, my victory.
“I love you.” Nakajima whispered when we finally pull apart for breath.
“Un, me too.”
“Do you think we should make some New Year resolutions?”
“Like what?” I reached for his fingers and played with them.
“Be more lovely-dovey in public? I heard the fans love FumaKen.”
“I don’t mind. I bet our next Shokura recording’s theme is love, we can do something then and drown them all with our love vibes.”
“Right.”
“And remind me to buy more of the banana condoms.”
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P.S: I realized I forgotten something important in this fic. If you didn't notice, then I guess it's fine. =x