Oneshot: Johnny's Closet
Title: Johnny's Closet
Rating: NC17 (no kiddies please)
Genre: General, ... pr0n??
Type: One-shot
Word count: 3,379
A/N: I haphazardly named this thing a few seconds ago. Was some challenge, supposed to be finished within an hour (crazy) but, uh... it took almost three months? COUGH. D: asdlfkjsad;lfkjsa. Sort of written for Chi, who gave me some ideas and helped me out lots. Thanks, mi amor :3 I feel weird about writing one-shots (especially pr0n-shots!), I do not think it is a strong point for me at all. I feel so rushed while writing these things. Oh well. Was good practice, I guess. If your name is Ana, run for your life. Actually, run for your life anyway. This sucks hard.
Will eventually be locked (in maybe a week or so), to protect the children for the children are our future and need not read this sort of crap.
Johnny’s Closet
The door to the Janitor’s Closet creaked open as two teenaged males slipped inside. One of them, the taller of the two, held the knob and turned his head to look back into the hallway. He let his dark eyes shift up and down the long corridor once, twice before he was convinced that there was nobody around and turned with confidence, stepping fully into the dark room and easing the door shut.
“God, Jin, why here of all places?” The other, Kazuya, murmured from somewhere to his left, reaching his hand out in the direction he was almost certain he saw the light switch in, but his wandering palm found and smacked Jin’s forehead instead.
“Ouch. Damn, because,” Jin groped the wall with his fingers and found what the other had plainly missed. The light flipped on and muted amber filled the compact room. “The locker rooms are being used by the gym class right now, and you wouldn’t let me take you in the bathroom stall.”
Kazuya grumbled. He had been on his lunch break and in the middle of making his way through a bowl of ramen when the senior came to him. It wasn’t as if he had missed out on a great meal as it was, after all, purchased in the crappy school cafeteria. He wasn’t even that hungry to begin with but he still couldn’t help feeling a bit peeved at the elder for not only pulling him away from his half-full bowl without warning, but also for taking it upon himself to finish it off before promptly dragging him around the campus like some rag doll. Just as Kazuya was about to complain, for the sole sake of annoying the other, of the smell, the dinginess and the chances of them easily being caught, Jin had him trapped between his body and this tall wooden shelf containing various boxes and cleaning products. With hurried movements Jin undid a few stubborn buttons on the junior’s collar, slightly aggravated that he was always so compelled to wear his uniform the proper way. Kazuya had meanwhile given up on sulking and busied himself with helping Jin unbuckle his pants. “Nah, did you remember to buy the…”
Jin hummed and smooched soundly along the smooth canvas of Kazuya’s neck, sucking just slightly on that alluringly pale skin, careful not to leave any marks-as by request of the paranoid junior, of course. “I got it. Picked it up this morning, actually,” he told distractedly as he pulled Kazuya’s wrinkle-free shirt from his slacks.
“Did you make sure to read the label this time?”
“Yes. Don’t worry. You won’t be getting any ‘warming sensations’ today,” Jin assured and swiveled his tongue past his collarbone before pushing one hand up beneath the hem of the shirt. The other hand snuck past his taut abdomen and into his pants. “Well, no artificial ones, at least.”
WARNING.
After this point the story becomes NC17. As in, there's strong sexual content from here on out. If you are interested in reading on, feel free to add this journal if you're of the proper age. If you are not at least 17 and add anyway, it's not my problem if your mummy and daddy ground/punish/beat/humiliate you.
Thanks for your understanding and cooperation!
--Kuri
Continue reading?
Rating: NC17 (no kiddies please)
Genre: General, ... pr0n??
Type: One-shot
Word count: 3,379
A/N: I haphazardly named this thing a few seconds ago. Was some challenge, supposed to be finished within an hour (crazy) but, uh... it took almost three months? COUGH. D: asdlfkjsad;lfkjsa. Sort of written for Chi, who gave me some ideas and helped me out lots. Thanks, mi amor :3 I feel weird about writing one-shots (especially pr0n-shots!), I do not think it is a strong point for me at all. I feel so rushed while writing these things. Oh well. Was good practice, I guess. If your name is Ana, run for your life. Actually, run for your life anyway. This sucks hard.
Will eventually be locked (in maybe a week or so), to protect the children for the children are our future and need not read this sort of crap.
Johnny’s Closet
The door to the Janitor’s Closet creaked open as two teenaged males slipped inside. One of them, the taller of the two, held the knob and turned his head to look back into the hallway. He let his dark eyes shift up and down the long corridor once, twice before he was convinced that there was nobody around and turned with confidence, stepping fully into the dark room and easing the door shut.
“God, Jin, why here of all places?” The other, Kazuya, murmured from somewhere to his left, reaching his hand out in the direction he was almost certain he saw the light switch in, but his wandering palm found and smacked Jin’s forehead instead.
“Ouch. Damn, because,” Jin groped the wall with his fingers and found what the other had plainly missed. The light flipped on and muted amber filled the compact room. “The locker rooms are being used by the gym class right now, and you wouldn’t let me take you in the bathroom stall.”
Kazuya grumbled. He had been on his lunch break and in the middle of making his way through a bowl of ramen when the senior came to him. It wasn’t as if he had missed out on a great meal as it was, after all, purchased in the crappy school cafeteria. He wasn’t even that hungry to begin with but he still couldn’t help feeling a bit peeved at the elder for not only pulling him away from his half-full bowl without warning, but also for taking it upon himself to finish it off before promptly dragging him around the campus like some rag doll. Just as Kazuya was about to complain, for the sole sake of annoying the other, of the smell, the dinginess and the chances of them easily being caught, Jin had him trapped between his body and this tall wooden shelf containing various boxes and cleaning products. With hurried movements Jin undid a few stubborn buttons on the junior’s collar, slightly aggravated that he was always so compelled to wear his uniform the proper way. Kazuya had meanwhile given up on sulking and busied himself with helping Jin unbuckle his pants. “Nah, did you remember to buy the…”
Jin hummed and smooched soundly along the smooth canvas of Kazuya’s neck, sucking just slightly on that alluringly pale skin, careful not to leave any marks-as by request of the paranoid junior, of course. “I got it. Picked it up this morning, actually,” he told distractedly as he pulled Kazuya’s wrinkle-free shirt from his slacks.
“Did you make sure to read the label this time?”
“Yes. Don’t worry. You won’t be getting any ‘warming sensations’ today,” Jin assured and swiveled his tongue past his collarbone before pushing one hand up beneath the hem of the shirt. The other hand snuck past his taut abdomen and into his pants. “Well, no artificial ones, at least.”
WARNING.
After this point the story becomes NC17. As in, there's strong sexual content from here on out. If you are interested in reading on, feel free to add this journal if you're of the proper age. If you are not at least 17 and add anyway, it's not my problem if your mummy and daddy ground/punish/beat/humiliate you.
Thanks for your understanding and cooperation!
--Kuri
Continue reading?