mind games
Title: Mind Games
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Word Count: 3369
Summary: Nakamaru doesn't really like the unexpected, especially when it's something he can't tune out.
Notes: So I made this thing because it was je_levy's birthday. Levy, I hope you enjoy this, because I most certainly had fun chortling over it. (Also, I'm so sorry for being late >A<)
It’s intolerable. Nakamaru slumps into the couch even further, trying his best to concentrate on the controller in his hands and not the incredibly touchy-feely way Koki is “helping” Junno with his controller. He sees Koki’s hand slip from the buttons of the controller to the button of Junno’s pants. It’s just enough for him to freeze up, costing him the match.
He sighs a little, and mumbles something vague about getting a drink from the kitchen, and waits it out. This has been going on for weeks, and without shame. Nakamaru can’t decide if he’s more mortified or jealous. Not that he has anything to be jealous about, of course.
Nakamaru is about to step back into the living room when he hears it. He stops short in his tracks; this is something new. His ears ring, annoying but then alarming when it changes into almost words. Usually the two of them are quiet, furtive, and still fail at discretion, even though they try their hardest. The most he expects from them are muffled groans and never, ever words.
It sounds like they’re whispering. This is a new development. Nakamaru wavers at the threshold, completely surprised when he hears Koki mutter something vague about wanting him too. He doesn’t really catch most of it; he’s just shocked that Koki said anything without opening his mouth.
By the time he makes it back to his spot on the couch, Nakamaru’s determined to forget it. Koki smiles at him as he stretches out over both his and Junno’s laps, and Nakamaru swears he can hear Junno mutter something, but when he glances over, Junno is engrossed in boosting his character’s stats.
Maybe he’s just tired. He puts it out of his mind, and promises himself that he’ll win the next round.
It actually works, for all of five minutes.
“Would Yucchi be upset if I blew Junno right now?” Koki sounds completely serious. “Probably not, ‘cause it’d help him win.”
Nakamaru nearly breaks his neck, whipping around to stare at Koki. He’s intently focused on the screen, and he’s busy chewing his lip. He doesn’t notice Nakamaru staring for a few moments, and when he does, he’s confused. “What? Have I got something on my face?”
Junno cuts in, except he’s still looking at the action on the screen while picturing Koki on his knees, his button-down half-open and jacket shrugged off his shoulders and oh god there’s no way that’s something innocent like whipped cream and seriously, while they were working?! He can hear himself muttering something about not missing their cue and a feel sense of smug accomplishment, and really, Nakamaru wants to scream.
Instead, he can feel his jaw drop at just about the same second that he drops his controller. Koki glances over at him, his brow furrowed, and Junno barely looks from the corner of his eye. He waits until he wins the round before speaking.
“Are you okay?” There’s just barely a hint of self-satisfaction in Junno’s voice, ostensibly from his easy victory.
Nakamaru nods, too shaken to trust his voice. Now he knows what had taken them so long when they were supposed to have been getting ready for that appearance, and even though he tries his best not to, Nakamaru is definitely jealous. It’s a sobering thought, and he half heartedly shrugs as he picks up his forgotten controller. He’s more concerned with the sudden revelation that he’s apparently able to hear thoughts and see memories.
*
Next time he’s with Koki, Nakamaru decides that, against his better judgement, he’ll try to hear his thoughts. Maybe he’d just imagined the whole thing weeks ago, anyway.
On their next off day, they take their dogs for a walk. The weather is mild, the park is mostly empty, and when Nakamaru listens closely, past the breeze and the chorus of happy dogs barking, Koki’s thoughts are vague and surprisingly innocent.
Koki is sitting shoulder to shoulder with him as they sip at coffees that are almost too hot, and Nakamaru is comforted by the snippets he hears. New kittens and their clumsy feet, puppy piles at the foot of Koki’s bed; it’s soothing. It’s not bad at all.
At least, it isn’t until Koki’s phone chirps. From the bleeps and bloops of the ringtone, it’s got to be Junno. Nakamaru doesn’t peek at the screen; instead, he resolutely watches the dogs frolic as Koki reads the message.
Abruptly, Koki’s thoughts go from pastel tinged sweetness to considerably filthier things. His face doesn’t give any of that away though when he looks at Nakamaru. He’s simply matter-of-fact when he says, “Junno wants to hang out later.” Later is terrifying, because Nakamaru can see what sort of hanging out the two of them plan on doing.
Koki’s thoughts veer from tiny kitten leashes so that they can go for walks as well to stiff leather collars. It gets even worse-- bells on said collar and a headband with fluffy black cat ears and Nakamaru doesn’t even want to think of the logistics when he distinctly hears Koki’s bitter sentiments regarding not being able to keep his tail in the midst of getting fucked. He almost chokes on his tongue.
Nakamaru manages to keep his composure, and he isn’t even that upset when Koki stands, mumbling something about needing to straighten things out before meeting up with Junno. He manages to execute their secret handshake with steady nerves and a solemn nod, even though inside he’s torn between tears and screaming. Maybe both.
*
Oddly enough, Nakamaru can’t seem to catch any of Ueda’s thoughts. When he tries, he just gets silence. It’s reassuring. The same can’t be said for Kame-- luckily, he’s too focused on work and baseball and day planners to terrorize Nakamaru with untoward thoughts. He’s fine with that.
*
By the time Nakamaru has come to terms with his newfound, still mostly unwanted apparent superpower, he’s repressed most of the flashes of memory that he’s picked up from Junno. This is good, because it’s one less thing for him to fret over, and he’s able to rest so much more soundly.
There’s a new shooter out, and the multiplayer maps are too good to pass up and Koki is too busy taking care of his pets to come try it out. Nakamaru doesn’t think too hard about being second choice; he focuses on getting a chance to try the game out before shelling out the cash and being completely disappointed. He can only get so much information from internet forums, and even then, it’s very biased, to put it lightly.
Nakamaru’s spot on Junno’s couch is the same as it’s always been: right next to Junno’s, with the sole exception of Koki not being there to sprawl in between them. It doesn’t really stop Junno from invading his personal space, though.
Completely absorbed in taking out the computer’s troops from where his character is hidden, Nakamaru barely registers the way Junno’s knee brushes against his leg when he folds himself into his corner of the couch. Somehow, Nakamaru is both seeing his character’s actions and reliving the soft touch of fingers on his knee and how fucked up is it that Junno is even capable of this kind of multitasking?
It’s too late for Nakamaru to try and block it out by the time he realizes what’s happening. Junno is doing it again, it being trouncing him at video games while simultaneously reliving memories. It just so happens that what Junno seems to be remembering is the time Koki had come over, a collar buckled around his neck and a bag behind his back.
When Koki pulls a pair of fuzzy black cat ears from the bag, Nakamaru realizes he’s seeing the last time he’d hung out with Junno; the last time they’d spent together is suddenly fresh in Nakamaru’s mind and oh, wow, it’s kind of nice to watch as Koki works himself open so that he does get to have a tail, at least for a while.
Nakamaru shivers as Junno’s memory keeps going. He can almost feel the teasing way that Koki laps at Junno’s dick, and how soft Koki’s hair is without all that greasy-looking product, and maybe, just maybe, he’d like to be able to experience that for himself.
He’s completely taken by surprise when he shifts and his pants are too tight. Nakamaru manages not to panic; he’s more impressed when he surreptitiously glances at Junno’s lap to see if he’s just as affected by the memory he’s replaying. He isn’t. Nakamaru tries not to speculate on the way Junno’s mind works.
*
Nakamaru’s biggest test comes during recording for Gatsuun. Both Junno and Koki are with him, for the first time in a long while. It’s nice, except for their wayward thoughts.
How do they ever get anything done?
After fifteen awkward minutes of trying to follow along with the conversation while being bombarded with Junno’s dubious memories of the previous night and Koki’s almost as terrible trainwreck stream of consciousness thoughts, as well as being collateral damage in what he thinks is probably a game of footsie under the table, Nakamaru has had enough.
Christ, if you’ve got time to think about that, why not think about me in the same capacity?
When Koki looks up at him, a faint blush across his cheeks, Nakamaru wonders if he’d blurted it out loud. He thinks he might have, for one horrifying second, but then Junno doesn’t seem to react. Except he does, by reflecting upon Nakamaru’s unfortunately-timed erection the last time they’d hung out and what exactly could have caused it.
Once Nakamaru has calmed down enough to realize he hadn’t said anything, at least with his voice, he realizes that maybe his power works both ways. Tentatively, he imagines that he is the one who’s got Koki on his knees in front of him, his eyes hooded and cheeks flushed even pinker than they are right now. Junno is right there next to him, just as disheveled. Nakamaru presses harder, picturing the both of them with their hands on his thighs, taking turns at blowing him, and he’s satisfied at the almost imperceptible way that Junno’s fingers twitch.
He keeps at it, only stopping when Junno trips over his words and Koki is practically squirming in his seat. For once, Nakamaru is content with his power, and truth be told, payback is awesome.
*
Weeks pass, and Nakamaru still hears the occasional untoward thought; he simply retaliates. It’s just the tiniest bit satisfying. Or, correction, the most satisfying. It’s actually priceless to watch the way Koki’s eyes go distant when Nakamaru steers his thoughts ever so gently; Junno’s surprisingly easy acceptance is encouraging.
Eventually, Nakamaru has the starring role in their fantasies. It’s gratifying, in a way. His favorite train of Koki thoughts happen while he’s taking notes in a meeting; Koki keeps staring at his hands as he scribbles his thoughts on the agenda. Koki’s eyes follow the path his pen takes, and soon enough Nakamaru can hear his idle speculations on how his fingers would feel trailing down his back, pulling at his hair, mercilessly working him open.
After a survival game session, Nakamaru feels Junno’s recollection of the way his fatigues had hugged his thighs. He’s pleased with how he’d apparently made Junno’s mouth go dry; it boosts his ego when Junno replays his request for Koki to call him “sir” while imagining himself in Nakamaru’s place and stammering out all of the ways he’d like to watch Nakamaru fuck him.
Still, he almost doesn’t see it coming, even with his distinct advantage. It’s after a long, boring meeting that they approach him. Koki speaks for both of them; Junno nods in agreement at his shoulder.
“Yucchi...” Koki trails off for a moment. “We’ve been talking. Just. Um.”
Nakamaru waits, not wanting to push him too hard.
“Would you like to hang out with us? I mean, not like we usually hang out, but, you know...”
Beside Koki, Junno’s jaw is working. He can’t contain himself much longer.
“Nakamaru-kun, what Koki is trying to ask is if you’d like to fuck him. Or me. Or we could share him.”
Koki flushes an incredible shade of crimson. Junno bites his lower lip. Nakamaru is pleased.
He’s silent for a few moments, watching as they both begin to fidget. Finally, he nods, and Junno says, “See you at my place, then.”
They slip out of the room, Koki smiling shyly as he glances back, and Nakamaru can feel the anticipation rising in his veins. He finishes gathering his things, and then he follows too, taking his time on the drive to Junno’s.
When he gets there, he barely finishes knocking before Koki answers the door, still faintly blushing. Nakamaru drops his bag at the door as he kicks his boots off, and then follows Koki to Junno’s bedroom. They certainly aren’t going to waste time, it seems, though both of them are still fully clothed.
Koki sits next to Junno on the edge of his bed; clearly they are waiting for Nakamaru to tell them it’s okay to begin. It’s a little overwhelming, but then Nakamaru clears his mind as well as his throat.
“I want to try something,” he begins. “It might sound a little crazy, but just humor me.”
They nod, and Nakamaru forges on. “I don’t know how it happened, but one day I could overhear your thoughts and memories. And they were... surprisingly graphic. And distracting. It was actually kind of awful, but then I tried steering them, because frankly, I was a little jealous.”
Neither Junno nor Koki say anything, but they don’t seem upset.
“Are you saying that you can control minds?” Koki sounds a little awed.
“Like Professor X?” Junno adds.
Nakamaru massages the bridge of his nose as he nods. It looks like Junno’s about to keep talking, and Nakamaru forcibly thinks he should stay quiet. Somehow, it works, and Junno looks confused when he doesn’t get to keep babbling. “New rule: no talking,” Nakamaru mutters, and Koki lets out a little delighted noise.
Nakamaru doesn’t trust his voice; instead he steps forward, hooking his fingers in the hem of Koki’s shirt and dragging it up over his head. Koki shakes it off of his arms, and then reaches to do the same for Junno. Nakamaru steps back and watches as the two of them slowly undress each other before pulling him closer to pull at his clothes.
He lets them, and allows them to drag him closer to the bed. He’s a little nervous, but he’s able to tell that they are too; he feels a little more relaxed when he realizes it. Nakamaru climbs up to join them, unsure of where to put his hands. He settles for keeping them to himself, biting his lip as he mentally nudges Koki into action.
Koki glances at him, biting his lip as he reaches for Junno. Nakamaru relinquishes his hold on them, watching as Koki wraps his arms around Junno’s shoulders and aligns their hips. Koki presses their lips together, and Nakamaru shifts, absently adjusting himself when Koki bites at Junno’s lower lip before licking his way to the side of his neck.
It seems that Koki is saying something; Junno’s gaze slides to him as Koki scrapes teeth along his jaw, and Nakamaru swallows thickly. It’s a little scary to actually be under their direct notice for once.
He doesn’t have time to be frightened, though, because suddenly both Junno and Koki are reaching for him, pulling him toward them. It’s graceless and hurried, but Nakamaru is okay with that as they push him onto his back. For a moment everything is a jumble of limbs, but they untangle with Nakamaru sandwiched between them. Koki’s lips are on the side of his neck, and Junno’s mouthing along Nakamaru’s collar bone on the other side.
Tentatively, Nakamaru tries to broadcast everything he feels; the stereo gasps prove that it works. He nudges, and then he’s overwhelmed completely by Koki dragging his fingers down the center of his chest and following them with his mouth. Nakamaru isn’t sure if he hears it with his ears or in his head when Koki laughs before jerking him to full hardness and leaning forward to slurp at the head of his cock.
It’s still a surprise to him when Nakamaru hears a cap pop open. Junno’s slick fingers slide along his crease and Koki tongues the sensitive spot beneath his head the second his rim is breached; if Nakamaru didn’t know any better, he’d think that they were the telepathic ones.
Koki slows down, pulling back with each of slide of Junno’s fingers. Nakamaru feels like his skin is too tight, and Koki hums soothingly as Junno murmurs nonsense syllables in his ear. It’s breathtaking, and the noise he makes when Koki pulls away completely would be embarrassing in any other circumstance.
Junno chuckles above him as he spreads Nakamaru’s legs apart before practically folding him in half. Somehow, Koki is back at his ear, tongue flicking out between words. “Yucchi, let us make you feel good.”
Nakamaru manages to nod, too overcome for much more. Slowly, Junno presses into him, and it feels as if all of his air is being pressed out of his lungs as well. Koki keeps cooing against the side of his neck, and Nakamaru nods again when he’s finally ready. Junno doesn’t hold back; even without his powers, Nakamaru would know how impatient he is.
He can’t seem to catch his breath, and it’s hard to concentrate on much of anything other than feeling overfull. Nakamaru’s eyes fall shut as he stops thinking; he wants to feel as much as he can, and he's sure Junno and Koki want him to as well.
A hand slides between them, and Nakamaru's eyes fly open. He glances to the side, a little taken aback at the sly way Koki is smirking at him. Koki jerks him roughly a few times, and Nakamaru groans. Above him, Junno grins before biting his lip as he thrusts particularly deeply; Nakamaru nearly chokes. He can feel sweat beading across his forehead. It stings his eyes, and Nakamaru digs his fingernails into Junno’s arms.
He doesn’t know how long it lasts, but it definitely doesn’t seem like it should be so soon when Junno’s rhythm begins to falter. Nakamaru almost doesn’t recognize the deep whine he makes when Koki squeezes the base of his cock, hard; he’s distracted from that by Junno slumping forward when his hips still and he feels sticky and loose.
Nakamaru can feel Koki shoving at Junno on top of him, and after a few moments’ struggle, Koki straddles his lap. Koki aligns them together, his hand barely fitting around both of them as he starts to roll his hips into it. Nakamaru forces himself to open his eyes, and he’s rewarded with Koki’s heavy-lidded gaze and self-satisfied smirk. He kind of wants to wipe it off his face; he tries his best to gather his thoughts and focus them all on Koki.
He thinks of the stretched-out, loose-limbed way he feels, and the way a single bead of sweat feels rolling down the side of his face, and tries to make all of Koki’s nerve endings fire at once. Koki shudders, his eyelashes fluttering. Nakamaru shivers at the way Koki gasps, and broadcasts every tingle that shoots down his back. It works, and Koki whimpers a little as his strokes get more and more erratic. He wails as he finishes first, and Nakamaru follows shortly, surprised by its suddenness. Koki rolls to the side, his chest heaving.
“What else can you do?” he asks, eyes shining. Nakamaru shrugs. “You know that just means we’ll have to keep experimenting, right?”
Even without superpowers, Nakamaru already knows that Junno is thinking the same thing. He laughs and looks forward to seeing what he’s capable of.
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Word Count: 3369
Summary: Nakamaru doesn't really like the unexpected, especially when it's something he can't tune out.
Notes: So I made this thing because it was je_levy's birthday. Levy, I hope you enjoy this, because I most certainly had fun chortling over it. (Also, I'm so sorry for being late >A<)
It’s intolerable. Nakamaru slumps into the couch even further, trying his best to concentrate on the controller in his hands and not the incredibly touchy-feely way Koki is “helping” Junno with his controller. He sees Koki’s hand slip from the buttons of the controller to the button of Junno’s pants. It’s just enough for him to freeze up, costing him the match.
He sighs a little, and mumbles something vague about getting a drink from the kitchen, and waits it out. This has been going on for weeks, and without shame. Nakamaru can’t decide if he’s more mortified or jealous. Not that he has anything to be jealous about, of course.
Nakamaru is about to step back into the living room when he hears it. He stops short in his tracks; this is something new. His ears ring, annoying but then alarming when it changes into almost words. Usually the two of them are quiet, furtive, and still fail at discretion, even though they try their hardest. The most he expects from them are muffled groans and never, ever words.
It sounds like they’re whispering. This is a new development. Nakamaru wavers at the threshold, completely surprised when he hears Koki mutter something vague about wanting him too. He doesn’t really catch most of it; he’s just shocked that Koki said anything without opening his mouth.
By the time he makes it back to his spot on the couch, Nakamaru’s determined to forget it. Koki smiles at him as he stretches out over both his and Junno’s laps, and Nakamaru swears he can hear Junno mutter something, but when he glances over, Junno is engrossed in boosting his character’s stats.
Maybe he’s just tired. He puts it out of his mind, and promises himself that he’ll win the next round.
It actually works, for all of five minutes.
“Would Yucchi be upset if I blew Junno right now?” Koki sounds completely serious. “Probably not, ‘cause it’d help him win.”
Nakamaru nearly breaks his neck, whipping around to stare at Koki. He’s intently focused on the screen, and he’s busy chewing his lip. He doesn’t notice Nakamaru staring for a few moments, and when he does, he’s confused. “What? Have I got something on my face?”
Junno cuts in, except he’s still looking at the action on the screen while picturing Koki on his knees, his button-down half-open and jacket shrugged off his shoulders and oh god there’s no way that’s something innocent like whipped cream and seriously, while they were working?! He can hear himself muttering something about not missing their cue and a feel sense of smug accomplishment, and really, Nakamaru wants to scream.
Instead, he can feel his jaw drop at just about the same second that he drops his controller. Koki glances over at him, his brow furrowed, and Junno barely looks from the corner of his eye. He waits until he wins the round before speaking.
“Are you okay?” There’s just barely a hint of self-satisfaction in Junno’s voice, ostensibly from his easy victory.
Nakamaru nods, too shaken to trust his voice. Now he knows what had taken them so long when they were supposed to have been getting ready for that appearance, and even though he tries his best not to, Nakamaru is definitely jealous. It’s a sobering thought, and he half heartedly shrugs as he picks up his forgotten controller. He’s more concerned with the sudden revelation that he’s apparently able to hear thoughts and see memories.
*
Next time he’s with Koki, Nakamaru decides that, against his better judgement, he’ll try to hear his thoughts. Maybe he’d just imagined the whole thing weeks ago, anyway.
On their next off day, they take their dogs for a walk. The weather is mild, the park is mostly empty, and when Nakamaru listens closely, past the breeze and the chorus of happy dogs barking, Koki’s thoughts are vague and surprisingly innocent.
Koki is sitting shoulder to shoulder with him as they sip at coffees that are almost too hot, and Nakamaru is comforted by the snippets he hears. New kittens and their clumsy feet, puppy piles at the foot of Koki’s bed; it’s soothing. It’s not bad at all.
At least, it isn’t until Koki’s phone chirps. From the bleeps and bloops of the ringtone, it’s got to be Junno. Nakamaru doesn’t peek at the screen; instead, he resolutely watches the dogs frolic as Koki reads the message.
Abruptly, Koki’s thoughts go from pastel tinged sweetness to considerably filthier things. His face doesn’t give any of that away though when he looks at Nakamaru. He’s simply matter-of-fact when he says, “Junno wants to hang out later.” Later is terrifying, because Nakamaru can see what sort of hanging out the two of them plan on doing.
Koki’s thoughts veer from tiny kitten leashes so that they can go for walks as well to stiff leather collars. It gets even worse-- bells on said collar and a headband with fluffy black cat ears and Nakamaru doesn’t even want to think of the logistics when he distinctly hears Koki’s bitter sentiments regarding not being able to keep his tail in the midst of getting fucked. He almost chokes on his tongue.
Nakamaru manages to keep his composure, and he isn’t even that upset when Koki stands, mumbling something about needing to straighten things out before meeting up with Junno. He manages to execute their secret handshake with steady nerves and a solemn nod, even though inside he’s torn between tears and screaming. Maybe both.
*
Oddly enough, Nakamaru can’t seem to catch any of Ueda’s thoughts. When he tries, he just gets silence. It’s reassuring. The same can’t be said for Kame-- luckily, he’s too focused on work and baseball and day planners to terrorize Nakamaru with untoward thoughts. He’s fine with that.
*
By the time Nakamaru has come to terms with his newfound, still mostly unwanted apparent superpower, he’s repressed most of the flashes of memory that he’s picked up from Junno. This is good, because it’s one less thing for him to fret over, and he’s able to rest so much more soundly.
There’s a new shooter out, and the multiplayer maps are too good to pass up and Koki is too busy taking care of his pets to come try it out. Nakamaru doesn’t think too hard about being second choice; he focuses on getting a chance to try the game out before shelling out the cash and being completely disappointed. He can only get so much information from internet forums, and even then, it’s very biased, to put it lightly.
Nakamaru’s spot on Junno’s couch is the same as it’s always been: right next to Junno’s, with the sole exception of Koki not being there to sprawl in between them. It doesn’t really stop Junno from invading his personal space, though.
Completely absorbed in taking out the computer’s troops from where his character is hidden, Nakamaru barely registers the way Junno’s knee brushes against his leg when he folds himself into his corner of the couch. Somehow, Nakamaru is both seeing his character’s actions and reliving the soft touch of fingers on his knee and how fucked up is it that Junno is even capable of this kind of multitasking?
It’s too late for Nakamaru to try and block it out by the time he realizes what’s happening. Junno is doing it again, it being trouncing him at video games while simultaneously reliving memories. It just so happens that what Junno seems to be remembering is the time Koki had come over, a collar buckled around his neck and a bag behind his back.
When Koki pulls a pair of fuzzy black cat ears from the bag, Nakamaru realizes he’s seeing the last time he’d hung out with Junno; the last time they’d spent together is suddenly fresh in Nakamaru’s mind and oh, wow, it’s kind of nice to watch as Koki works himself open so that he does get to have a tail, at least for a while.
Nakamaru shivers as Junno’s memory keeps going. He can almost feel the teasing way that Koki laps at Junno’s dick, and how soft Koki’s hair is without all that greasy-looking product, and maybe, just maybe, he’d like to be able to experience that for himself.
He’s completely taken by surprise when he shifts and his pants are too tight. Nakamaru manages not to panic; he’s more impressed when he surreptitiously glances at Junno’s lap to see if he’s just as affected by the memory he’s replaying. He isn’t. Nakamaru tries not to speculate on the way Junno’s mind works.
*
Nakamaru’s biggest test comes during recording for Gatsuun. Both Junno and Koki are with him, for the first time in a long while. It’s nice, except for their wayward thoughts.
How do they ever get anything done?
After fifteen awkward minutes of trying to follow along with the conversation while being bombarded with Junno’s dubious memories of the previous night and Koki’s almost as terrible trainwreck stream of consciousness thoughts, as well as being collateral damage in what he thinks is probably a game of footsie under the table, Nakamaru has had enough.
Christ, if you’ve got time to think about that, why not think about me in the same capacity?
When Koki looks up at him, a faint blush across his cheeks, Nakamaru wonders if he’d blurted it out loud. He thinks he might have, for one horrifying second, but then Junno doesn’t seem to react. Except he does, by reflecting upon Nakamaru’s unfortunately-timed erection the last time they’d hung out and what exactly could have caused it.
Once Nakamaru has calmed down enough to realize he hadn’t said anything, at least with his voice, he realizes that maybe his power works both ways. Tentatively, he imagines that he is the one who’s got Koki on his knees in front of him, his eyes hooded and cheeks flushed even pinker than they are right now. Junno is right there next to him, just as disheveled. Nakamaru presses harder, picturing the both of them with their hands on his thighs, taking turns at blowing him, and he’s satisfied at the almost imperceptible way that Junno’s fingers twitch.
He keeps at it, only stopping when Junno trips over his words and Koki is practically squirming in his seat. For once, Nakamaru is content with his power, and truth be told, payback is awesome.
*
Weeks pass, and Nakamaru still hears the occasional untoward thought; he simply retaliates. It’s just the tiniest bit satisfying. Or, correction, the most satisfying. It’s actually priceless to watch the way Koki’s eyes go distant when Nakamaru steers his thoughts ever so gently; Junno’s surprisingly easy acceptance is encouraging.
Eventually, Nakamaru has the starring role in their fantasies. It’s gratifying, in a way. His favorite train of Koki thoughts happen while he’s taking notes in a meeting; Koki keeps staring at his hands as he scribbles his thoughts on the agenda. Koki’s eyes follow the path his pen takes, and soon enough Nakamaru can hear his idle speculations on how his fingers would feel trailing down his back, pulling at his hair, mercilessly working him open.
After a survival game session, Nakamaru feels Junno’s recollection of the way his fatigues had hugged his thighs. He’s pleased with how he’d apparently made Junno’s mouth go dry; it boosts his ego when Junno replays his request for Koki to call him “sir” while imagining himself in Nakamaru’s place and stammering out all of the ways he’d like to watch Nakamaru fuck him.
Still, he almost doesn’t see it coming, even with his distinct advantage. It’s after a long, boring meeting that they approach him. Koki speaks for both of them; Junno nods in agreement at his shoulder.
“Yucchi...” Koki trails off for a moment. “We’ve been talking. Just. Um.”
Nakamaru waits, not wanting to push him too hard.
“Would you like to hang out with us? I mean, not like we usually hang out, but, you know...”
Beside Koki, Junno’s jaw is working. He can’t contain himself much longer.
“Nakamaru-kun, what Koki is trying to ask is if you’d like to fuck him. Or me. Or we could share him.”
Koki flushes an incredible shade of crimson. Junno bites his lower lip. Nakamaru is pleased.
He’s silent for a few moments, watching as they both begin to fidget. Finally, he nods, and Junno says, “See you at my place, then.”
They slip out of the room, Koki smiling shyly as he glances back, and Nakamaru can feel the anticipation rising in his veins. He finishes gathering his things, and then he follows too, taking his time on the drive to Junno’s.
When he gets there, he barely finishes knocking before Koki answers the door, still faintly blushing. Nakamaru drops his bag at the door as he kicks his boots off, and then follows Koki to Junno’s bedroom. They certainly aren’t going to waste time, it seems, though both of them are still fully clothed.
Koki sits next to Junno on the edge of his bed; clearly they are waiting for Nakamaru to tell them it’s okay to begin. It’s a little overwhelming, but then Nakamaru clears his mind as well as his throat.
“I want to try something,” he begins. “It might sound a little crazy, but just humor me.”
They nod, and Nakamaru forges on. “I don’t know how it happened, but one day I could overhear your thoughts and memories. And they were... surprisingly graphic. And distracting. It was actually kind of awful, but then I tried steering them, because frankly, I was a little jealous.”
Neither Junno nor Koki say anything, but they don’t seem upset.
“Are you saying that you can control minds?” Koki sounds a little awed.
“Like Professor X?” Junno adds.
Nakamaru massages the bridge of his nose as he nods. It looks like Junno’s about to keep talking, and Nakamaru forcibly thinks he should stay quiet. Somehow, it works, and Junno looks confused when he doesn’t get to keep babbling. “New rule: no talking,” Nakamaru mutters, and Koki lets out a little delighted noise.
Nakamaru doesn’t trust his voice; instead he steps forward, hooking his fingers in the hem of Koki’s shirt and dragging it up over his head. Koki shakes it off of his arms, and then reaches to do the same for Junno. Nakamaru steps back and watches as the two of them slowly undress each other before pulling him closer to pull at his clothes.
He lets them, and allows them to drag him closer to the bed. He’s a little nervous, but he’s able to tell that they are too; he feels a little more relaxed when he realizes it. Nakamaru climbs up to join them, unsure of where to put his hands. He settles for keeping them to himself, biting his lip as he mentally nudges Koki into action.
Koki glances at him, biting his lip as he reaches for Junno. Nakamaru relinquishes his hold on them, watching as Koki wraps his arms around Junno’s shoulders and aligns their hips. Koki presses their lips together, and Nakamaru shifts, absently adjusting himself when Koki bites at Junno’s lower lip before licking his way to the side of his neck.
It seems that Koki is saying something; Junno’s gaze slides to him as Koki scrapes teeth along his jaw, and Nakamaru swallows thickly. It’s a little scary to actually be under their direct notice for once.
He doesn’t have time to be frightened, though, because suddenly both Junno and Koki are reaching for him, pulling him toward them. It’s graceless and hurried, but Nakamaru is okay with that as they push him onto his back. For a moment everything is a jumble of limbs, but they untangle with Nakamaru sandwiched between them. Koki’s lips are on the side of his neck, and Junno’s mouthing along Nakamaru’s collar bone on the other side.
Tentatively, Nakamaru tries to broadcast everything he feels; the stereo gasps prove that it works. He nudges, and then he’s overwhelmed completely by Koki dragging his fingers down the center of his chest and following them with his mouth. Nakamaru isn’t sure if he hears it with his ears or in his head when Koki laughs before jerking him to full hardness and leaning forward to slurp at the head of his cock.
It’s still a surprise to him when Nakamaru hears a cap pop open. Junno’s slick fingers slide along his crease and Koki tongues the sensitive spot beneath his head the second his rim is breached; if Nakamaru didn’t know any better, he’d think that they were the telepathic ones.
Koki slows down, pulling back with each of slide of Junno’s fingers. Nakamaru feels like his skin is too tight, and Koki hums soothingly as Junno murmurs nonsense syllables in his ear. It’s breathtaking, and the noise he makes when Koki pulls away completely would be embarrassing in any other circumstance.
Junno chuckles above him as he spreads Nakamaru’s legs apart before practically folding him in half. Somehow, Koki is back at his ear, tongue flicking out between words. “Yucchi, let us make you feel good.”
Nakamaru manages to nod, too overcome for much more. Slowly, Junno presses into him, and it feels as if all of his air is being pressed out of his lungs as well. Koki keeps cooing against the side of his neck, and Nakamaru nods again when he’s finally ready. Junno doesn’t hold back; even without his powers, Nakamaru would know how impatient he is.
He can’t seem to catch his breath, and it’s hard to concentrate on much of anything other than feeling overfull. Nakamaru’s eyes fall shut as he stops thinking; he wants to feel as much as he can, and he's sure Junno and Koki want him to as well.
A hand slides between them, and Nakamaru's eyes fly open. He glances to the side, a little taken aback at the sly way Koki is smirking at him. Koki jerks him roughly a few times, and Nakamaru groans. Above him, Junno grins before biting his lip as he thrusts particularly deeply; Nakamaru nearly chokes. He can feel sweat beading across his forehead. It stings his eyes, and Nakamaru digs his fingernails into Junno’s arms.
He doesn’t know how long it lasts, but it definitely doesn’t seem like it should be so soon when Junno’s rhythm begins to falter. Nakamaru almost doesn’t recognize the deep whine he makes when Koki squeezes the base of his cock, hard; he’s distracted from that by Junno slumping forward when his hips still and he feels sticky and loose.
Nakamaru can feel Koki shoving at Junno on top of him, and after a few moments’ struggle, Koki straddles his lap. Koki aligns them together, his hand barely fitting around both of them as he starts to roll his hips into it. Nakamaru forces himself to open his eyes, and he’s rewarded with Koki’s heavy-lidded gaze and self-satisfied smirk. He kind of wants to wipe it off his face; he tries his best to gather his thoughts and focus them all on Koki.
He thinks of the stretched-out, loose-limbed way he feels, and the way a single bead of sweat feels rolling down the side of his face, and tries to make all of Koki’s nerve endings fire at once. Koki shudders, his eyelashes fluttering. Nakamaru shivers at the way Koki gasps, and broadcasts every tingle that shoots down his back. It works, and Koki whimpers a little as his strokes get more and more erratic. He wails as he finishes first, and Nakamaru follows shortly, surprised by its suddenness. Koki rolls to the side, his chest heaving.
“What else can you do?” he asks, eyes shining. Nakamaru shrugs. “You know that just means we’ll have to keep experimenting, right?”
Even without superpowers, Nakamaru already knows that Junno is thinking the same thing. He laughs and looks forward to seeing what he’s capable of.