[Series] Of Sex And Emotions; 15 - 24, [Challenge] December Challenge; Day 15 - 24
December Challenge: Day 15 - 24
Title: Of Sex And Emotions
Author: b_sim
Characters/Pairings: Jon/GACKT, u:zo, Chachamaru, You.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: General
Summary: "Let's just have some fun," Gackt had purred, sliding one hand up the other vocalist's shirt.
Notes: I'm still lagging behind in the December Challenge, orz.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone.
15.
It started becoming a usual thing for them to just spend time kissing and touching after sex, as if they were taking the time to appreciate the details they hadn’t been able to during the sex itself. Well, Jon was, at least.
His hands would caress Gackt’s body tenderly, stroking his thighs or his back, fingers gently gliding over ever dip and curve.
He would press butterfly kisses all over Gackt’s neck and collar bone with the utmost care while he breathed in the other man’s scent - not just his cologne but a scent that was purely Gackt.
Jon made sure he lavished only the sweetest attention on his partner, pampering him with touches and kisses, trying to please him.
He had confessed to Gackt and he sure as hell was going to make Gackt believe him.
16.
Tonight was the tour final.
Jon couldn’t even fully focus on performing, half of his mind clouded with thoughts of, “what now?”. He was in love with his fellow vocalist. And, while he did love Gackt not just for the sex, he had to admit that that sort of intimacy was something he would miss very much. He tried to comfort himself with the fact that he would still get to be around the other man, at least, and get to talk to him, see him smile, hear him laugh, etc. But it still wouldn’t get rid of the weight on his chest.
After the live, when they were both still sweaty and high from performing, Jon dragged Gackt to the bathroom and pushed him into a cubicle. After making sure it was locked, Jon pressed Gackt up against the cubicle wall and kissed him, hard. A soft sound escaped the other man as he started kissing back, hands sliding over Jon’s slick body.
Unlike on stage, they were uncoordinated, for once. They moved as if they didn’t know what to do with their limbs and their teeth clashed. They both stunk of sweat and the heat was relentless, seeping through their skin and into their very bones.
Somehow or other, they made it work, finding a comfortable position and then jerking each other off.
Jon didn’t try to take it slow or make it memorable, despite this supposedly being his last night with Gackt. After all, he knew that after the celebratory dinner, he would go back to Gackt’s house and have sex with him until the sun rose anyway.
17.
Jon couldn’t help but smile when he felt Gackt’s hand in his hair, stroking it affectionately while Jon pressed kisses all over his chest and stomach. They had just finished another round of sex and were currently in their post-sex petting session. Jon trailed his kisses back up to Gackt’s lips, kissing the older man slowly, chastely.
“I’m going to miss this, G,” Jon said softly after he had pulled away. A wry smile crawled onto his face and he kissed Gackt’s neck. “Going to miss having this with you. As cheesy as that sounds.”
Gackt was silent for a while and Jon almost thought he hadn’t been heard. For a minute, only the sounds of the waterfall resounded through the room, along with the sound of their breaths. And just as Jon was about to repeat himself, Gackt spoke up, voice whisper-soft.
“That is cheesy…”
They both grinned and chuckled before starting a conversation on how one should say ‘goodbye’ to a relationship like this romantically.
18.
Jon hadn’t realised just how much time he spent with Gackt until he returned to activities with fade. Not that the members of fade weren’t fun to hang out with but they weren’t Gackt. They didn’t think like him or talk like him. Hours spent drinking with Gackt at the bar quietly were replaced with hours at an izakaya with the rowdy members of fade. Time spent practicing dancing and fanservice was replaced with time at the recording studio. And the nights he spent having sex with Gackt were replaced with him jerking off, thinking about those nights.
Slowly, though, simply masturbating became boring. He picked up his phone while laying in bed and made a call to one Camui Gackt.
“Hello?”
“G, what are you wearing...?”
19.
Jon tipped his head back, breath hitching as he continued stroking himself under the blankets, hand already wet with pre-cum staining his fingers. He turned his head sideways into his pillow as he tried to imagine Gackt about him, riding him. It was a position they had never done with each other before, following the unspoken rules of never facing each other during sex.
Because of that, Jon couldn’t visualise it at all. He could picture Gackt’s body on top of him but he couldn’t see Gackt’s expression. He tried to imagine Gackt with lust-filled eyes, licking his lips wantonly, but it just couldn’t come to him. It didn’t work.
Cursing, he gave up and thought of Gackt’s plush, pouty lips wrapped around his cock instead.
He came but, strangely, felt no satisfaction at all.
20.
The next time Jon saw Gackt was at the recording for All My Love’s PV. And Jon was pretty sure the other members could feel the sexual frustration radiating off of him, which would explain why they had all chosen to leave immediately after the recording instead of waiting for him and Gackt to finish with their scenes. Jon appreciated it very much.
He didn’t miss the sad, warning look in You’s eyes, though. It made him wonder but then Gackt was walking into the dressing room and all thoughts of You fled from Jon’s mind.
Jon darted a hand out to grab Gackt’s wrist as the older man walked past. Then he stood up and kissed Gackt, hard.
He felt Gackt smirk against his lips, smug, as if proud that Jon simply couldn’t keep his hands off of him.
“Missed me?” Gackt asked softly when they pulled apart. Jon just smiled wryly and kissed Gackt again.
Jon turned and pushed Gackt back against the table, forcing him to lay on his back. He leaned over the older man, licking and nipping at his neck. His hands went to Gackt’s belt and he started unbuckling it while Gackt unbuckled his. Jon swallowed up Gackt’s moans as they stroked each others’ needs quickly.
Jon had been waiting for this for days and, while Gackt most likely wouldn’t admit it, he had been waiting for this, too.
When Jon spread Gackt’s thighs, it was then Gackt realised they were breaking their rule. He immediately tried to slide off of the table but Jon’s hand quickly held him down by the shoulder firmly.
“Like this,” Jon mumbled, voice dripping with need as pressed sloppy kisses all over Gackt’s collar bone and neck. “Please…”
Jon felt Gackt relax under him and he placed both hands on toned hips instead as he slowly thrust forward into the other man, groaning softly. He heard Gackt choke softly and couldn’t help but smile, pleased.
As horny as he was, he took it slowly, trying to draw it out. Gackt didn’t complain, enjoying it for what it simply was - sex. Jon lifted his head from Gackt’s chest slowly after a while, watching Gackt’s face and feeling his cock strain even more.
Gackt’s face was pure sex.
Half-closed eyes glazed over with desire, lips parted with soft, heated breaths escaping them. His squeezed his eyes shut every now and then when Jon thrust in and hit that one bundle of nerves, sending sparks up his spine. His mouth opened wider when he moaned and, god, the way his lips looked when he said Jon’s name.
Then Gackt met his eyes and Jon almost came right there and then. The corner of Gackt’s lips twitched up in a smirk and then he licked his lips before he curled his fingers around Jon’s nape and pulled him down for a kiss. Jon let his eyes slide close while he kept moving his hips forward, sliding in and out of Gackt in a slow and steady pace.
“I missed you,” Jon said before kissing Gackt again. “So much…”
“I know,” Gackt said, breathing harder as Jon increased the speed of their pace. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt something coming undone in his stomach. He pressed his forehead against Jon’s shoulder and then jerked his own shoulders when he felt Jon’s fingers wrap around his cock, pumping him in time with his thrusts. “Fuck, Jon…”
Jon tilted his head downwards just slightly, panting into Gackt’s ear, licking and nipping at it. He started thrusting harder, moaning at how tight and hot Gackt felt around him. It had been too long since they had done this.
Gackt rested his head back against the table, arching his back when he came.
It was the first time Jon had ever seen Gackt’s face when he came.
Jon came immediately after seeing it.
Then they stayed there for a minute, panting and catching their breaths. Jon removed his hands from Gackt’s hips and, instead, wrapped his arms around him, nuzzling his neck adoringly. He closed his eyes and tried to absorb everything, then. Gackt’s body in his arms, Gackt’s heat covering him, Gackt’s scent penetrating his nostrils… It was overwhelming, almost.
“I love you,” he whispered, like he always did after sex. But, instead of laughing or making a cruel remark, Gackt remained silent. The only reply he gave was a kiss to Jon’s head. It wasn’t the reply Jon had wanted but it was better than the answers he had gotten in the past, so he couldn’t help but smile.
21.
One night, in Gackt’s living room after a meeting, the members of YFC found themselves playing ‘Life’, the card game[1].
Jon rolled the die, chuckling when it landed with the pink side facing up for the fourth time in a row. Taking a pink card, he read out his question, “When do you say ‘I love you’?”
“When you’re drunk,” U:zo offered with a toothy grin. The bassist’s remark aroused laughter from the other members but Jon just grinned and glance at the lead vocalist before shrugging.
“When I mean it,” he said honestly before throwing the die to Gackt.
It landed with the red side facing up for Gackt and he took the red card, laughing as he read out the question, “what is one of your greatest sexual fantasies?”
“Gaku, you have no fantasies. You live them out,” Chacha pointed out and the other members agreed, all grins.
“Most of them, yes,” Gackt concurred but then shrugged. “I’ve always wanted to have sex in a car, though. But I’m not risking getting my own dirty.”
It didn’t surprise any of them that Jon decided to finally get a car the next day[2].
22.
“What are some of your other fantasies?” Jon asked, laying on his back in the backseat of his new car. He was nude, as was Gackt who laid on top on him, both of them spent.
Gackt smirked tiredly and kissed Jon’s chest. “Are you going to make each and every one of them come true?”
“Sounds like fun, don’t you think?” Jon replied with a small grin as he craned his neck to look at Gackt. Gackt met his eyes and just chuckled softly before leaning up to kiss him.
23.
Jon couldn’t explain it, he really couldn’t. He couldn’t explain how he lit up whenever Gackt walked into the room or how his heart skipped a beat when Gackt called his name. He couldn’t explain why he felt like everything was perfect when he was with Gackt, like life could just go on and on like this and he’d never be sad again. He didn’t know why he loved hearing Gackt talk about anything that was on his mind, why he loved listening to Gackt’s theories and stories.
And, slowly, confusion that used to reflect in his eyes started appearing in You’s eyes, instead. Apparently, You had never seen Gackt like this either.
Gackt always seemed to be in a better mood whenever Jon was around. He seemed more relaxed and, dare You think it, happier, even. You didn’t know what Jon was doing different from what You had done during his time with Gackt, but, whatever it was, it was taking them down a road that You had wanted to go down with Gackt.
You couldn’t feel bitter about it, though. His feelings for Gackt, though still alive, were easily cast aside. And, so, he chose to be supportive. He chose to stick to his role as Gackt’s soul mate. After all, Gackt’s happiness was what counted and, if Jon was a part of it, You wouldn’t try to change that.
24.
Jon lifted his head from Gackt’s chest and then shared an Eskimo kiss with him, one hand caressing Gackt’s neck and the other bent at the elbow, resting on his bed to hold himself up above the other man.
The flow of time seemed to halt and then, nothing mattered anymore. Not what would happen tomorrow or in the coming days. Not where they were going with this strange relationship. Nothing mattered, just this peaceful, quiet moment. Even the ticking of Jon’s clock seemed softer.
Gackt smiled when Jon’s thumb brushed against his lips. He kissed the American and drew out the contact, raising both arms to wrap around him.
Then, from the corner of his eye, Gackt spotted white spots fluttering down from the sky outside Jon’s window. Breaking their kiss, he gestured to the window. “It’s snowing…”
Jon looked out and smiled wider. He slowly shifted so he laid next to Gackt in bed. Then he draped one arm over Gackt’s stomach and nuzzled him. Gackt continued looking out the window. Jon mentally added “how he gets captivated by the snow” to his list of reasons of why he loved Gackt.
Then he kissed Gackt’s temple and said those three words again.
For a while, it seemed like there would be no verbal reply again, like there hadn’t been for a few weeks now. But Gackt hadn’t made a reply at all so far, verbal or physical and, for a moment, Jon thought Gackt hadn’t heard him.
But then the older man looked away from the window and looked back at Jon, a crooked smile playing on his lips. His kissed Jon and then, against his lips, mumbled, “ditto.”
The End.
Notes: Yay, it's done and I'm somewhat pleased with it! Now, time to try and write more fics to catch up with the December Challenge...
[1] You roll the die and then take a card with the same colour as the side of the die facing up and answer the question on the card. The categories are as follows: Love (pink), Relaxation (green), Life (blue), Sex (red) and Spirituality (purple).
[2] As far as I know, Jon still doesn't have a car but he has a driving license. :P
Title: Of Sex And Emotions
Author: b_sim
Characters/Pairings: Jon/GACKT, u:zo, Chachamaru, You.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: General
Summary: "Let's just have some fun," Gackt had purred, sliding one hand up the other vocalist's shirt.
Notes: I'm still lagging behind in the December Challenge, orz.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone.
15.
It started becoming a usual thing for them to just spend time kissing and touching after sex, as if they were taking the time to appreciate the details they hadn’t been able to during the sex itself. Well, Jon was, at least.
His hands would caress Gackt’s body tenderly, stroking his thighs or his back, fingers gently gliding over ever dip and curve.
He would press butterfly kisses all over Gackt’s neck and collar bone with the utmost care while he breathed in the other man’s scent - not just his cologne but a scent that was purely Gackt.
Jon made sure he lavished only the sweetest attention on his partner, pampering him with touches and kisses, trying to please him.
He had confessed to Gackt and he sure as hell was going to make Gackt believe him.
16.
Tonight was the tour final.
Jon couldn’t even fully focus on performing, half of his mind clouded with thoughts of, “what now?”. He was in love with his fellow vocalist. And, while he did love Gackt not just for the sex, he had to admit that that sort of intimacy was something he would miss very much. He tried to comfort himself with the fact that he would still get to be around the other man, at least, and get to talk to him, see him smile, hear him laugh, etc. But it still wouldn’t get rid of the weight on his chest.
After the live, when they were both still sweaty and high from performing, Jon dragged Gackt to the bathroom and pushed him into a cubicle. After making sure it was locked, Jon pressed Gackt up against the cubicle wall and kissed him, hard. A soft sound escaped the other man as he started kissing back, hands sliding over Jon’s slick body.
Unlike on stage, they were uncoordinated, for once. They moved as if they didn’t know what to do with their limbs and their teeth clashed. They both stunk of sweat and the heat was relentless, seeping through their skin and into their very bones.
Somehow or other, they made it work, finding a comfortable position and then jerking each other off.
Jon didn’t try to take it slow or make it memorable, despite this supposedly being his last night with Gackt. After all, he knew that after the celebratory dinner, he would go back to Gackt’s house and have sex with him until the sun rose anyway.
17.
Jon couldn’t help but smile when he felt Gackt’s hand in his hair, stroking it affectionately while Jon pressed kisses all over his chest and stomach. They had just finished another round of sex and were currently in their post-sex petting session. Jon trailed his kisses back up to Gackt’s lips, kissing the older man slowly, chastely.
“I’m going to miss this, G,” Jon said softly after he had pulled away. A wry smile crawled onto his face and he kissed Gackt’s neck. “Going to miss having this with you. As cheesy as that sounds.”
Gackt was silent for a while and Jon almost thought he hadn’t been heard. For a minute, only the sounds of the waterfall resounded through the room, along with the sound of their breaths. And just as Jon was about to repeat himself, Gackt spoke up, voice whisper-soft.
“That is cheesy…”
They both grinned and chuckled before starting a conversation on how one should say ‘goodbye’ to a relationship like this romantically.
18.
Jon hadn’t realised just how much time he spent with Gackt until he returned to activities with fade. Not that the members of fade weren’t fun to hang out with but they weren’t Gackt. They didn’t think like him or talk like him. Hours spent drinking with Gackt at the bar quietly were replaced with hours at an izakaya with the rowdy members of fade. Time spent practicing dancing and fanservice was replaced with time at the recording studio. And the nights he spent having sex with Gackt were replaced with him jerking off, thinking about those nights.
Slowly, though, simply masturbating became boring. He picked up his phone while laying in bed and made a call to one Camui Gackt.
“Hello?”
“G, what are you wearing...?”
19.
Jon tipped his head back, breath hitching as he continued stroking himself under the blankets, hand already wet with pre-cum staining his fingers. He turned his head sideways into his pillow as he tried to imagine Gackt about him, riding him. It was a position they had never done with each other before, following the unspoken rules of never facing each other during sex.
Because of that, Jon couldn’t visualise it at all. He could picture Gackt’s body on top of him but he couldn’t see Gackt’s expression. He tried to imagine Gackt with lust-filled eyes, licking his lips wantonly, but it just couldn’t come to him. It didn’t work.
Cursing, he gave up and thought of Gackt’s plush, pouty lips wrapped around his cock instead.
He came but, strangely, felt no satisfaction at all.
20.
The next time Jon saw Gackt was at the recording for All My Love’s PV. And Jon was pretty sure the other members could feel the sexual frustration radiating off of him, which would explain why they had all chosen to leave immediately after the recording instead of waiting for him and Gackt to finish with their scenes. Jon appreciated it very much.
He didn’t miss the sad, warning look in You’s eyes, though. It made him wonder but then Gackt was walking into the dressing room and all thoughts of You fled from Jon’s mind.
Jon darted a hand out to grab Gackt’s wrist as the older man walked past. Then he stood up and kissed Gackt, hard.
He felt Gackt smirk against his lips, smug, as if proud that Jon simply couldn’t keep his hands off of him.
“Missed me?” Gackt asked softly when they pulled apart. Jon just smiled wryly and kissed Gackt again.
Jon turned and pushed Gackt back against the table, forcing him to lay on his back. He leaned over the older man, licking and nipping at his neck. His hands went to Gackt’s belt and he started unbuckling it while Gackt unbuckled his. Jon swallowed up Gackt’s moans as they stroked each others’ needs quickly.
Jon had been waiting for this for days and, while Gackt most likely wouldn’t admit it, he had been waiting for this, too.
When Jon spread Gackt’s thighs, it was then Gackt realised they were breaking their rule. He immediately tried to slide off of the table but Jon’s hand quickly held him down by the shoulder firmly.
“Like this,” Jon mumbled, voice dripping with need as pressed sloppy kisses all over Gackt’s collar bone and neck. “Please…”
Jon felt Gackt relax under him and he placed both hands on toned hips instead as he slowly thrust forward into the other man, groaning softly. He heard Gackt choke softly and couldn’t help but smile, pleased.
As horny as he was, he took it slowly, trying to draw it out. Gackt didn’t complain, enjoying it for what it simply was - sex. Jon lifted his head from Gackt’s chest slowly after a while, watching Gackt’s face and feeling his cock strain even more.
Gackt’s face was pure sex.
Half-closed eyes glazed over with desire, lips parted with soft, heated breaths escaping them. His squeezed his eyes shut every now and then when Jon thrust in and hit that one bundle of nerves, sending sparks up his spine. His mouth opened wider when he moaned and, god, the way his lips looked when he said Jon’s name.
Then Gackt met his eyes and Jon almost came right there and then. The corner of Gackt’s lips twitched up in a smirk and then he licked his lips before he curled his fingers around Jon’s nape and pulled him down for a kiss. Jon let his eyes slide close while he kept moving his hips forward, sliding in and out of Gackt in a slow and steady pace.
“I missed you,” Jon said before kissing Gackt again. “So much…”
“I know,” Gackt said, breathing harder as Jon increased the speed of their pace. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt something coming undone in his stomach. He pressed his forehead against Jon’s shoulder and then jerked his own shoulders when he felt Jon’s fingers wrap around his cock, pumping him in time with his thrusts. “Fuck, Jon…”
Jon tilted his head downwards just slightly, panting into Gackt’s ear, licking and nipping at it. He started thrusting harder, moaning at how tight and hot Gackt felt around him. It had been too long since they had done this.
Gackt rested his head back against the table, arching his back when he came.
It was the first time Jon had ever seen Gackt’s face when he came.
Jon came immediately after seeing it.
Then they stayed there for a minute, panting and catching their breaths. Jon removed his hands from Gackt’s hips and, instead, wrapped his arms around him, nuzzling his neck adoringly. He closed his eyes and tried to absorb everything, then. Gackt’s body in his arms, Gackt’s heat covering him, Gackt’s scent penetrating his nostrils… It was overwhelming, almost.
“I love you,” he whispered, like he always did after sex. But, instead of laughing or making a cruel remark, Gackt remained silent. The only reply he gave was a kiss to Jon’s head. It wasn’t the reply Jon had wanted but it was better than the answers he had gotten in the past, so he couldn’t help but smile.
21.
One night, in Gackt’s living room after a meeting, the members of YFC found themselves playing ‘Life’, the card game[1].
Jon rolled the die, chuckling when it landed with the pink side facing up for the fourth time in a row. Taking a pink card, he read out his question, “When do you say ‘I love you’?”
“When you’re drunk,” U:zo offered with a toothy grin. The bassist’s remark aroused laughter from the other members but Jon just grinned and glance at the lead vocalist before shrugging.
“When I mean it,” he said honestly before throwing the die to Gackt.
It landed with the red side facing up for Gackt and he took the red card, laughing as he read out the question, “what is one of your greatest sexual fantasies?”
“Gaku, you have no fantasies. You live them out,” Chacha pointed out and the other members agreed, all grins.
“Most of them, yes,” Gackt concurred but then shrugged. “I’ve always wanted to have sex in a car, though. But I’m not risking getting my own dirty.”
It didn’t surprise any of them that Jon decided to finally get a car the next day[2].
22.
“What are some of your other fantasies?” Jon asked, laying on his back in the backseat of his new car. He was nude, as was Gackt who laid on top on him, both of them spent.
Gackt smirked tiredly and kissed Jon’s chest. “Are you going to make each and every one of them come true?”
“Sounds like fun, don’t you think?” Jon replied with a small grin as he craned his neck to look at Gackt. Gackt met his eyes and just chuckled softly before leaning up to kiss him.
23.
Jon couldn’t explain it, he really couldn’t. He couldn’t explain how he lit up whenever Gackt walked into the room or how his heart skipped a beat when Gackt called his name. He couldn’t explain why he felt like everything was perfect when he was with Gackt, like life could just go on and on like this and he’d never be sad again. He didn’t know why he loved hearing Gackt talk about anything that was on his mind, why he loved listening to Gackt’s theories and stories.
And, slowly, confusion that used to reflect in his eyes started appearing in You’s eyes, instead. Apparently, You had never seen Gackt like this either.
Gackt always seemed to be in a better mood whenever Jon was around. He seemed more relaxed and, dare You think it, happier, even. You didn’t know what Jon was doing different from what You had done during his time with Gackt, but, whatever it was, it was taking them down a road that You had wanted to go down with Gackt.
You couldn’t feel bitter about it, though. His feelings for Gackt, though still alive, were easily cast aside. And, so, he chose to be supportive. He chose to stick to his role as Gackt’s soul mate. After all, Gackt’s happiness was what counted and, if Jon was a part of it, You wouldn’t try to change that.
24.
Jon lifted his head from Gackt’s chest and then shared an Eskimo kiss with him, one hand caressing Gackt’s neck and the other bent at the elbow, resting on his bed to hold himself up above the other man.
The flow of time seemed to halt and then, nothing mattered anymore. Not what would happen tomorrow or in the coming days. Not where they were going with this strange relationship. Nothing mattered, just this peaceful, quiet moment. Even the ticking of Jon’s clock seemed softer.
Gackt smiled when Jon’s thumb brushed against his lips. He kissed the American and drew out the contact, raising both arms to wrap around him.
Then, from the corner of his eye, Gackt spotted white spots fluttering down from the sky outside Jon’s window. Breaking their kiss, he gestured to the window. “It’s snowing…”
Jon looked out and smiled wider. He slowly shifted so he laid next to Gackt in bed. Then he draped one arm over Gackt’s stomach and nuzzled him. Gackt continued looking out the window. Jon mentally added “how he gets captivated by the snow” to his list of reasons of why he loved Gackt.
Then he kissed Gackt’s temple and said those three words again.
For a while, it seemed like there would be no verbal reply again, like there hadn’t been for a few weeks now. But Gackt hadn’t made a reply at all so far, verbal or physical and, for a moment, Jon thought Gackt hadn’t heard him.
But then the older man looked away from the window and looked back at Jon, a crooked smile playing on his lips. His kissed Jon and then, against his lips, mumbled, “ditto.”
The End.
Notes: Yay, it's done and I'm somewhat pleased with it! Now, time to try and write more fics to catch up with the December Challenge...
[1] You roll the die and then take a card with the same colour as the side of the die facing up and answer the question on the card. The categories are as follows: Love (pink), Relaxation (green), Life (blue), Sex (red) and Spirituality (purple).
[2] As far as I know, Jon still doesn't have a car but he has a driving license. :P