FIC FOR RYOGRANDE (part 2)
For: ryogrande
From: sashjun
Title: Make it, take it (part 2)
Pairings: Ueda/Nakamaru, hints of kind of Kame/Meisa; anything else is a result of reader’s imagination not of writer’s intentions
Ratings: NC-17
Warnings: Theft and robbery are considered criminal offenses in most of the countries with internet connection. Being a part of an organized crime group is not an advisable life style and may lead to living in hiding (and/or higher penalties upon being caught).
Notes: The title and the cut line are lyrics from Make or Break. The song begged for this. Thanks to people who let me use their ideas.
Dear ryogrande, I took a bit of a leap with your allowance of real life AU, but I hope you will forgive me and will enjoy it at least a bit.
Summary: Ueda is just taking back what life had stolen from him. Along the way, he acquires a bunch of misfits who provide a whole new dimension to his life and turn it upside down.
part 1 || part 2
“Game night? Again?” Junno raises an eyebrow. “Are you lonely, Tat-chan?”
“Strip poker!” Koki cheers when he sees the cards and chips on the table. “But there are no girls,” he realizes in the next second. “I do not want to see Taguchi naked.”
“I always wanted to know if Kame wears some of the underwear he steals,” Junno says thoughtfully. Kame shoves him off his chair and sits down on it himself.
“Sit down and play. No one takes their clothes off,” Ueda orders, slumping to the closest chair and only watching the game for some time. He takes Nakamaru’s cards when the other stands up and starts setting up a PC.
“Yo,” Jin says ten minutes later, and there is general blinking and frantic checking of who Jin can see or not.
“This is way too mushy for me,” Koki says in the end.
“Akanishi has something to say, so stop cam-whoring,” Ueda glares them into calming down.
“I am getting tired of being your private call girl,” Jin smirks. “So I have a solution for you. You should all come live here,” he says smugly.
“I must have experienced a temporary brain death, thinking you might have something constructive to say,” Ueda mumbles, head in his hands.
“But I mean it. There are no true love hotels here,” Jin adds, hands flailing. “I mean, people must be so sexually frustrated. Where do they have sex? Where do they go to have some kinky fun times?” Jin falls off his own chair and there is silence, the others staring in disbelief while he gets up.
“So just make sure to bring over some initial capital to invest. My investment will be the great business plan of starting a love hotel and my language services. And all will go well, we will live happily ever after, end of story.”
Ueda looks at Nakamaru tiredly. Nakamaru stands up. “Thanks, Jin,” he whispers, “but next time you miss us, just say so, okay?” Nakamaru says chuckling and just closes the laptop.
“What is he smoking over there?” Koki asks.
Ueda pulls out the ashtrays and cigarettes and more beer and deals another game in silence.
“So not that I don’t like this mini session, but why exactly are we here?” Kame asks three games later.
“Maybe it could actually work,” Ueda says in reply.
“I’m not going anywhere!” Koki crosses his arms.
“No, not that,” Ueda shakes his head. “But we do know a lot about how love hotels are run. And it has been more stress than fun lately. Plus,” Ueda throws his hand towards Kame.
“I told you; she is harmless,” Kame says stubbornly.
“Opening a love hotel?” Nakamaru asks slowly.
“In Tokyo, of course,” Ueda nods. “Using everything we know, everything we saw. We actually probably could tell what is popular and what is not by the amount of profits we stole from different types of love hotels.”
“And it would be impenetrable,” Junno winks at them. “Since we know all about the penetration,” he adds helpfully.
Koki kicks the leg of his chair, and Junno flashes him a grin. “It could be our catch phrase.”
“I’m already sorry about asking you to do this with me.”
“No more stealing?” Kame asks in a small voice.
“You will have your own source of forgotten underwear,” Koki assures him.
“That is not what . . .” Kame trails off.
“Oh, god, you actually like that freak,” Ueda sighs, then bites his lip when Kame looks at him stubbornly. “We still have to talk to her, right?” He asks.
“Is this it?” Junno straightens up on his chair.
“I want to do one last gig,” Koki says
“Gig?” Nakamaru laughs.
“Old school!” Koki nods. “To gather the capital for our own love hotel,” he adds quickly.
“Okay,” Ueda says slowly. “Who wants some whisky?” he asks and gets up. Four hands shoot into the air.
“That was way too easy,” Ueda says, leaning against the wall as he watches Koki, Junno and Kame disappear into the dark on wobbly legs. He too needs that wall for support; the door to his garage is wide open to get all that smoke out of there.
Nakamaru leans next to him, legs sliding through the dust so that his shoulders are lined with Ueda’s, brushing against them.
“It’s new and exciting,” he mumbles.
“Yeah,” Ueda nods and pushes himself off the wall. He stands in front of Nakamaru, watching the other’s eyes swimming a little with alcohol, his lips turning into a silly smile. He wonders if the other can get home safely. Maybe he could stay the night. Nakamaru smirks suddenly, and Ueda has to remind himself that Nakamaru can’t in fact read minds.
“Are you going to miss stalking the hotels before you chose them? Oh, I know, you will now start going to the most expensive rooms as a paying customer,” Nakamaru sticks a finger into Ueda’s chest. Ueda decides that if Nakamaru can think of such stupidities, he can walk home.
“Good night,” Ueda says and turns on his heel, catching a glimpse of Nakamaru’s pink lips turning into another pout. He shuts the door behind himself and locks it with all three locks.
*
“You know, this is not what I meant when I said old school,” Koki complains just as Junno opens the back door of the van for him and reaches his hand out as if to help him get down.
When Junno winks at Koki, Ueda chuckles. “No, you two playing a gay couple is so much better!” he says.
“I don’t believe that you couldn’t find a love hotel with a girl in a reception,” Koki groans when Junno unbuttons his top button to make him look more into it.
“Not one where we haven’t been yet,” Ueda shrugs. “Don’t worry, this one is quite popular with men, they won’t blink an eye.”
“But Junno is the one asking how a cock ring works,” Koki says, blushing and stomping off. Ueda laughs then goes and sits next to Nakamaru to watch as the two enter the love hotel and ask for a room.
“I swear the receptionist is hitting on Junno,” Nakamaru laughs.
“You all would be up to doing this longer if it meant cheating the reception. What are you people?”
“Love bandits,” Kame whispers into Ueda’s ear from above and chuckles when Ueda elbows him. “So this is how Junno feels,” he ponders.
“You should go; they will make their request for the toys box soon,” Nakamaru says, glancing at the watch. Ueda and Kame jump out of the van, and Nakamaru closes the door behind them.
“Go,” Ueda hears the order through his earpiece, and they enter the love hotel.
“That hole is kind of . . . small,” Kame stops walking abruptly, looking at the tiny reception window.
Ueda just pushes him. “That’s why you are the one getting in there, so move it. It doesn’t take that long to explain how you lock a cock ring.”
“What do you know?” Kame bites back, glares then dives head first through the window opening. He gets stuck a bit, so Ueda grabs him by his waist and pushes him in. Kame lands head first on the floor with a loud thud and big oof.
“Buy as much time as you can,” Ueda hisses into the mike while Kame starts opening the shelves. Ueda peeks into the room and points him in the right direction. Just as Kame hands him a locked metal box, Koki curses into his mike.
“He’s gone down already, Ueda.”
Kame frantically pushes himself through the window, but his shoulder gets stuck in the chaos.
Nakamaru is counting down the floors as the receptionist takes long strides down the stairs. “Only one more left,” he shouts in panic, and Ueda winces, his ear drum almost exploding. He looks Kame in the eye and pushes him back into the room, handing him the box with the money.
“Return that and hide,” Ueda whispers as Kame looks at him with wide eyes, fear getting better of him. “The closet at the back. It’s summer, no one uses it for the clothes now. We’ll come back,” Ueda adds. His hands are shaking and his insides are all twisted as he stares Kame into obeying.
“He’s down,” Nakamaru says frantically, and Ueda turns around, leans casually against the window, covering it completely. The receptionist stops in his track towards the employee’s door that locks with a card, obtaining of which they decided to forgo. Now Kame is trapped inside, and Ueda hopes to at least give him some extra time to hide and calm down.
“Would you mind giving me a quick peek of your most expensive room?” Ueda asks innocently.
The guy snorts and leans close to Ueda. “You have to pay to get to see it, darling. Or wait until my shift is over,” he slides a finger down Ueda’s front.
Ueda bites his lip, pretends like he is actually pondering the offer for another minute despite just wanting to throw up then shakes his head. “I just want to surprise my boyfriend and wanted to make sure the room is good enough,” he says then slowly pushes himself off the window and walks out nonchalantly.
“Fuck the last job,” he swears when he opens the door of the van. The time until Junno and Koki emerge is the longest ever, and Ueda and Nakamaru spends it whispering to Kame, promising to come back.
“It shouldn’t be Koki and Junno in any case,” Ueda sighs as the two get inside the van. They all breathe heavily, Nakamaru clutching onto his laptop.
“Kame, we can’t stay here the whole time,” Ueda whispers into the earpiece. “The shift ends in three hours. We’ll be back then. Turn of the communicator, so that it doesn’t run out of the battery, and switch it back on in three hours from now. Junno and Koki will come and pull you out.”
Kame obviously can’t talk, but they hear a silent tapping against the mike, the sign that he has heard the orders. Junno climbs to the front seat, and they drive away.
“Kame is trapped inside a love hotel,” Koki whispers into his cell phone.
“NO FUCKING WAY!” Jin shouts into the phone, Koki almost going deaf for the second time that day. “Why do I always miss the good stuff?” Jin whines.
“Ueda is pacing up and down, soon Nakamaru will go cross-eyed from watching him pace up and down and Junno claims we should stock on lube, so that we can use it to ease Kame out of that reception hole.” Koki giggles despite everything; this is kind of exciting.
“Wait, he got stuck? Damn it, am I missing Kamenashi getting chubby again? Fat Kame is so much fun! Plus he is hot trying to deny it.”
Koki just rolls his eyes. “Guess what the best part is?”
“There is more?” Jin didn’t sound this excited in ages.
“Nakamaru and Ueda are going to go inside and pretend they are a gay couple. They will get a room and ask the reception for some kind of a sex toy for extra charge while Junno gets Kame out of there. I get to be in charge of the cameras.”
Jin chokes on the other side and drops the phone. “I have an idea!” he shouts when he picks it up again, and Koki wants to hang up on him just for that. “But since they can’t really see you there, you would have to get Kame to agree.”
“An idea?” Koki asks slowly.
“It’s your last job, right? And Nakamaru and Ueda will be stuck in a love hotel together.”
Koki crouches behind the boxes at the back of Ueda’s garage. “Tell me,” he whispers.
*
When Nakamaru outstretches his hand for Ueda to take in front of the love hotel, Ueda just frowns. Nakamaru just keeps holding the hand out until Ueda starts to feel kind of bad for just standing there.
“I don’t want anyone to notice how much mine are shaking,” Nakamaru says at the end, looking at his hand instead of at Ueda.
“Fine,” Ueda caves in, and when he slips his palm across Nakamaru’s, his own breathing calms a little.
“Picture perfect,” Koki laughs into their earpiece. Nakamaru’s hand twitches in Ueda’s like he wants to pull away, but Ueda just squeezes it more, realizing his grip probably hurts by now. Well, at least he doesn’t have to worry about his acting skills this way because he feels almost the same rush and excitement just from holding onto Nakamaru like this as he’d feel before having sex. Though, he ponders if he even remembers how that feels anymore. He pulls Nakamaru forward and pushes the door open.
Ueda asks for their best room-only because it is on the top floor, trying to glance at the locker in the back inconspicuously despite knowing Kame is there. Technically, he doesn’t have to hold Nakamaru’s hand anymore as they climb up the stairs, but he doesn’t let go, not even after he shuts the door behind them and leans against it. Nakamaru stands next to him, and Ueda can feel him looking at him intently, but none of them says anything until Koki says into the mike:
“Just call him already, guys. Kame’s been tapping against his microphone constantly since you left the van, and it is giving me a headache.”
The receptionist is more than happy to come up and bring them something to ‘spice it up a little’ for just a few extra yen. Nakamaru sits down on the edge of the bed while Ueda rakes through the suitcase of the stuff he is shown forever, finally pulling out a pair of handcuffs. He makes the guy go through showing him how to lock and unlock and adjust them twice, practically feeling Nakamaru twitch behind him at every click of the lock. He lets the guy go only when Junno whispers “Operation extraction completed. My fingers are magical,” over the communicator.
Ueda listens as Kame sends them all to hell for coming an hour later and slides to the floor soon after the receptionist leaves. Nakamaru is smiling at him with relief, and Ueda almost manages to feel the same wave of it washing over him. But then he hears Kame’s voice in his ear.
“My friends just came up here, yeah, the girly one and the one with a big nose. Yes, couple of the guys and I wanted to surprise them since they are celebrating. We wanted to pay an extra few hours in the room for them.”
Nakamaru’s eyes widen.
“. . . right, great. So could you lock them in there, so they don’t end their night too soon? They are always in a rush, but they deserve this and each other,” Kame is sugar-talking, and Nakamaru sprints for the door, Ueda scrambling up and away from it.
“Thank you so much. I’m so glad they’ve chosen a hotel that offers this service,” Ueda hears just as the door lock clicks before Nakamaru manages to open it. Ueda pulls at the door, then kicks it, but it doesn’t budge.
“Surprise!” Junno and Koki chant into the communicator. “We got the money, and this is our treat, guys. Enjoy!”
“Did you just lock us in the room of a hotel we stole money from?” Ueda practically screams into the mike.
“Shhh, Ueda, or someone will hear you,” Kame says, way too happy. “Look at the bright side; at least it is not a small closet.”
“And you have Nakamaru to keep you company,” Koki croons.
“When you’re done, you can get back by train,” Junno chirps.
“Fuck you all,” Ueda shouts.
“Nakamaru’s the one at hand, really,” Junno says, and the line goes dead.
Ueda leans his forehead against the cold metal door and tries to calm down. He decides to spend the next six hours thinking of different ways how to torture those bastards. He hopes it will distract him enough from the million very much different scenarios already forming in his head of what all he could do with Nakamaru-to Nakamaru. So far, it is not really working.
When Ueda hears a soft chuckle, it startles him. When he turns around, he finds Nakamaru clutching his sides and trying to suppress his laughter.
“You find this funny?” Ueda asks, his voice a bit too high.
“Just a little,” Nakamaru says, giggles turning into laughter. Ueda jut watches him rocking back and forth on the bed, his teeth flashing white, his cheeks flushed from all that laughing. He slides down the door again.
“Sorry,” Nakamaru pants out at the end, “but what kind of thieves stay locked on the crime scene, technically twice?”
Ueda gives Nakamaru an unimpressed look, though his anger is melting away from hearing his laughter.
Nakamaru stands up and takes his jacket off, pulls a gun from somewhere underneath his shirt and puts it on the table. While Nakamaru stretches his hands over his head, Ueda can’t take his eyes away from the gun. He really doesn’t like Nakamaru carrying one around. He knows Koki always has a knife on him, Kame walks around with pepper spray, and Junno has always bragged about his high kick. But a gun, that is a different story. Of course this one was Akanishi’s, but the guy only remembered he still had it on him at the airport, and gave it to Nakamaru to look after. Or so Nakamaru says. Nakamaru’s been carrying it around ever since, and Ueda’s hated the gun even more. There won’t be any need for it from now on. Take that, Akanishi.
“I think I might as well take a shower. I was so nervous I feel all sweaty and tired,” Nakamaru says slowly, and Ueda realizes he’s been watched. He nods and tries breathing normally when Nakamaru disappears.
When alone, Ueda looks around, registering the big bed with clean white sheets, the simple curtains, the vanity mirror with a chair in front of it in and the quite inconspicuous full body mirror on the other side of the room where there is a closet, a bookshelf and a loveseat. Simple and clean lines, soft light, nothing too flashy-a room that looks like a comfortable bedroom. Nothing that screams of the kind of place he is in. Ueda stands up and runs his hand across the sheets; they are soft and smell of clothes freshener. He smiles; this room he would pay for-for the comfort and calmness of it, for the illusion of being normal. When he lifts his head, he finds Nakamaru leaning on the frame of the bathroom door, curiosity in his eyes. He is wearing only a fluffy looking white bathrobe, his hair slightly messy and wet, the skin on his neck still a little dump and pink from the hot shower.
Ueda is probably doomed.
“So is this one to your taste?” Nakamaru asks, not moving from where he is.
“I . . .” Ueda starts then bites his lip.
“What are you thinking?” Nakamaru whispers, and Ueda looks up. Nakamaru’s eyes are much darker all of a sudden, and he’s playing with the belt on his bathrobe, rubbing it between his fingers. Ueda steps around the bed and comes closer, grabbing the other end of the belt, wanting to know if the bathrobe is as soft as it looks like, if Nakamaru backs down when he steps up.
But Nakamaru keeps watching him, their hands playing with the soft fabric, their feet almost touching. When Ueda pulls at the belt all of a sudden, Nakamaru lets go of his end, and the knot comes undone.
“I should stop,” Ueda whispers, eyes trailing the stripe of skin visible on Nakamaru’s thigh.
“Why?” Nakamaru leans down and whispers the question against Ueda’s ear.
Ueda can’t remember anymore. He shudders, and Nakamaru must have felt that, what with his lips almost brushing Ueda’s neck. So Ueda grabs a handful of Nakamaru’s hair, pulls him up, but doesn’t quite manage to pull him away. Instead he aligns their mouths and lets out a breath against the softness of Nakamaru’s lips. Nakamaru leans closer all of his own accord, and that is all it takes for Ueda to grip the collar of his bathrobe and pull him against him, their teeth clashing together painfully. But Nakamaru doesn’t flinch away, lets Ueda push his tongue inside his mouth and slides his own against it. Ueda moans, clutching to the wardrobe and holding Nakamaru there so that he can taste every part of his mouth. Nakamaru hums contently, his arms coming around Ueda’s shoulders, and his hand threading into his hair. Ueda hopes this is not a dream because so far it is the best fantasy he’s ever had, and he’d really hate to wake up this time.
When Nakamaru whines, Ueda realizes, he’s pushed him into the door frame, and it must be digging into his back. He slides his hands lower down the hem of the bathrobe, pulls Nakamaru away from the door and spins them around. He leans up again and sucks Nakamaru’s bottom lip into his mouth, running his tongue across it and nipping at it. Nakamaru groans, and his hand slides down Ueda’s back, settling on his ass, bringing them closer. Ueda pushes his hips forward, and Nakamaru shivers, throwing his head back.
Ueda only presses his mouth to Nakamaru’s neck, and his own hands move down and under the mostly open bathrobe, over Nakamaru’s bottom. He grabs Nakamaru’s thigh, bringing it up and pressing closer. Nakamaru twitches again, but when he looks at Ueda, he is glowering.
“Jeans off,” he murmurs, his voice much lower, his eyes shining with want.
Ueda nods and moves them the rest of the way towards the bed. Nakamaru grabs him by the belt and manages to snap it open before he falls onto the sheets. The bathrobe is completely open, loose around his shoulders, and Ueda watches Nakamaru’s lean body, long legs, flat stomach, dark nipples, flushed neck and his already hard cock in fascination.
“Don’t just stand there,” Nakamaru complains and blushes, but Ueda takes his time, enjoying the view while slowly playing with the buttons of his shirt. Nakamaru pouts but then pulls at Ueda’s hand, making him lie down too.
Ueda can’t find it in him to stop Nakamaru when he takes over undressing him, his hands suddenly everywhere on his body, pulling at the clothes, almost breaking the zipper and yanking the jeans off all too quickly, Ueda wanting more with every touch. Nakamaru’s nails catch on Ueda’s hip and make him gasp. Nakamaru does it on purpose next time then leans down to kiss the scratch marks, lapping his tongue over them. Ueda writhes, and finally pulls Nakamaru up and into his mouth because he is so not done with those lips of his. Nakamaru sighs and lets Ueda maneuver them so that they’re lying on their sides, Nakamaru’s thigh resting on Ueda’s hip, their bodies moving against each other while they kiss. One of Ueda’s hands pillows Nakamaru’s head as the other explores, fingers running across Nakamaru’s ribs, circling a nipple and dipping into his navel, rubbing his hip and grabbing his ass to bring them closer.
They are both gasping and moaning, and Ueda’s hips are rolling with more and more strength against Nakamaru, who starts sucking down Ueda’s neck, across his shoulder and then back to his collarbone. Ueda’s slowly going crazy just from the feel of Nakamaru’s cock brushing against his, hot and perfect. He brings them together harsher the next time, needing more, and Nakamaru shudders and pushes at Ueda’s shoulder.
“I don’t want to come like this,” Nakamaru heaves out, trying to catch his breath. His hips are still jerking forward a little, and his chest raises and falls quickly. Ueda can’t look away, the determination in Nakamaru’s eyes burning his skin. He runs his hand across Nakamaru’s jaw, down his neck and across his stomach, finger tracing a thick vein down his cock, and Nakamaru falls backwards, breath rushing out of him as Ueda continues, circling his balls and sliding his finger further. Nakamaru twitches.
“I don’t have anything,” Ueda whispers, worrying his lip as he watches Nakamaru trembling under his touch. He can’t tell if maybe this is Nakamaru’s first time to be like this, though he really wants it to be.
Nakamaru manages a chuckle. “We are in a love hotel, you know.” He tries to reach towards the nightstand.
“You didn’t have to remind me,” Ueda huffs and climbs up the bed, opening drawers until he finds what he needs. He returns back and leans down to kiss Nakamaru again, still a little doubting, running his fingers through Nakamaru’s hair. Nakamaru whines because Ueda isn’t doing anything more and presses his hand between his shoulder blades.
“Just do it,” he whispers and laps his tongue across the ridge of Ueda’s ear. He noses his cheek and palms Ueda’s own cock, Ueda’s stomach muscles tensing, reminding him how close he’s been just moments ago. Ueda lifts up slowly, Nakamaru sitting up too, slipping the bathrobe off completely then quickly flopping onto his stomach by himself.
“Do it like this,” he mutters and buries his head into the pillow, not looking into Ueda’s eyes. Ueda’s breath hitches yet again, and he runs his palm across Nakamaru’s ass, lifting him up onto all fours and kissing down his spine. When Nakamaru tenses, Ueda rubs his inner thighs, murmuring into his skin as he moves lower and spreads his legs more, the tongue lapping over the wrinkled skin at the end. Nakamaru jumps, and Ueda finds himself chuckling.
“You can’t offer your ass like that and then be surprised,” he mutters and pushes his tongue inside Nakamaru a little, earning a high pitched moan and then deep groan when he pulls back and pushes back in.
“Fuck. How,” Nakamaru cries out when Ueda pushes a lubed finger in with his tongue next, “much longer,” Nakamaru pushes back sharply, gasping, “will you make me,” Ueda pushes the finger deeper, licking around it, “wait?” Nakamaru moans.
Ueda pulls his tongue away and kisses the small of Nakamaru’s back just as he pushes the second finger in. “You’re not the only one waiting,” he says darkly, his voice hoarse. His own cock is painfully hard. Nakamaru pushing back on his fingers, head dropped between his shoulders, the whole torso visibly shaking with anticipation is tempting, and Ueda almost wants to stop being so damn careful. He bites down on Nakamaru’s skin and pushes in the third finger, hooking all of them when they are deep inside. Nakamaru screams, and Ueda loses it, pulling away and quickly getting himself ready. He takes a deep breath, grabbing Nakamaru’s hip.
“Now,” Ueda whispers and pushes in, slow but smooth, not stopping until he is flush against the other. He himself needs a break, suffocating from the tightness around him. Nakamaru arches, his head snapping up, and Ueda massages his scalp as they both hold still for a moment longer.
“Move, damn it, Tatsuya,” Nakamaru orders then, and Ueda groans, pulls back and pushes back in, the sharp and strong thrust surprising Nakamaru, his arms giving away as he drops to his elbows.
It’s embarrassingly quick after that, Ueda’s hips snapping, Nakamaru pushing against him as they rock together, Ueda’s hands on Nakamaru’s shoulder, bringing him back as he sinks into him.
Nakamaru keeps murmuring, words all jumbled as he asks for more and harder. Ueda leans over him when the pleasure inside him builds, sucking on his shoulder and gripping his hip, while his other arm holds him up.
“Fuck yes, right there,” Nakamaru grits out then, and Ueda feels him tightening around him. He struggles to keep that angle and only few thrust later, Nakamaru bites Ueda’s arm where it is right next to his head. With that little bit of pain, Ueda’s mind goes blank, his body stilling as he comes with a surprised moan while Nakamaru still moves against him.
Ueda hears Nakamaru whimper even through the veil of orgasm ripping through him and wraps an arm around his waist, sitting back onto his heels and pulling Nakamaru with him. He’s barely caught his breath, but he wraps his fingers around Nakamaru’s thick cock, and Nakamaru twists in his lap, finding Ueda’s mouth with his own. Nakamaru’s eyes are wide open as they share open-mouthed kisses while Ueda’s hand moves up and down until Nakamaru digs his nails into Ueda’s thighs and comes with a gasp against Ueda’s lips. Ueda winces when Nakamaru tightens even more around his softening cock, and Nakamaru’s eyes finally fall closed.
“Fuck,” Ueda swears after a moment, gently lowering them to the side and untangling. He grabs the tissues from the night stand and cleans them before lying down next to Nakamaru.
They lie on their backs, on top of those soft sheets in silence until Nakamaru laughs again.
“That is what I call going out with a bang,” he says, turning to look at Ueda.
“Yuichi,” Ueda sighs, “just keep quiet,” he adds and pulls Nakamaru into a long, languid kiss. If he hears Nakamaru whispering “I like you too” between the kisses before they fall asleep, he doesn’t let it on.
*
“So when is the grand opening?” Jin asks when Ueda finally caves and picks up one of his phone calls more than a month later.
“Don’t play dumb, I know you talk to Yuichi all the time. We’ve been open for a week now,” Ueda says briskly and sits down on the couch-about the only thing still left in the garage. Maybe he should keep this place just in case.
“Yuichi, hmmm,” Jin croons into his phone.
“Akanishi, don’t push it. I know very well whose idea locking us up in a love hotel was. Do you know what everything could have gone wrong?” Ueda shudders, imagining the police marching in on him and Nakamaru still butt-naked, soundly sleeping and taking them straight to the courtroom.
“I don’t think Yuichi would ever say no to you, Ueda,” Jin laughs happily.
Ueda tsks in annoyance, but he is pretty happy that Jin can’t see the stupid grin that is settling over his face. That bastard probably can hear it.
“What do you want, anyway? It’s not like you, wasting money on calling me,” Ueda changes the subject.
“I wanted to offer my services as a well versed and beautiful receptionist to this new promising establishment of yours,” Jin says, and for a moment Ueda ponders what it would be like if he came back.
“We already have a receptionist,” Ueda murmurs.
“Who?” Jin gasps, “Who can possibly be better than me?”
Ueda realizes Jin’s joking and just wants the scoop. Well, it is up to Jin what waters he decides to cruise. Or where his ship sinks. Ueda smirks.
“I’m sure someone has already reported about Meisa,” he says.
“Koki sent pictures, and she’s really hot, so I thought he was lying. Tell me more,” Jin whines.
“There is nothing to tell,” Ueda starts, “she runs the reception most of the time, she is popular, and people come by to ogle her. She’s good at making them stay the night. Plus she bosses people around instead of me, so I’m not complaining,” he adds smugly. He’s kind of proud of the idea to offer her the job. If nothing else, he could always keep an eye on her.
“You mean she doesn’t boss you around?” Jin asks skeptically.
“No one bosses me around,” Ueda puffs his cheeks out. At least not much, he thinks. “I’m the one who let her stay around,” he adds.
Jin laughs. “You are such a tool, Ueda,” he says.
“I’m hanging up now.”
I think I’m keeping the couch, Ueda types a message to Nakamaru. Five minutes later, when Nakamaru stops sending him laughing emoticons, Ueda gets one more message.
I want the keys to the garage ;D
Ueda thinks Nakamaru knows him a little too well.
Omake
a few months later
Junno sways on his chair dangerously before leaning forward and putting down his cards.
“Now pay up, gentlemen,” he smiles smugly.
They all grumble. Kame hits his fist on the table and stands up.
“Ueda, would you spit out why we’re here before I lose my pants too? We all know the only one you want to play with is Nakamaru.”
Koki points his finger. “Touché.”
“At least Meisa has no clue where we are,” Junno stretches his arms behind his head then collects his money. “I never thought I’d be so happy to see this old dump.”
“I just hope she doesn’t find out that I forgot to change the towels in the employee’s bathroom,” Koki says and flinches a little.
Ueda is fighting really hard to suppress his giggles as Nakamaru stares him down and digs nails into his thigh in an effort to stop him.
“Anyway,” Ueda finally says when he gets his breath under control. He pours everyone another round of whisky. “I called you to tell you that we’re going to go public,” he says.
“Please, don’t tell me I’ll have to wear a revealing costume and advertise us around the neighborhood,” Kame puts his head into his hands.
“No, unless I want us to go out of business,” Ueda says gravely, “anyway, what I meant is the company. I stole this book for Nakamaru’s business class, and it was talking all about benefits of publically traded companies. With our revenue and a bit of advertising, it could work. We are going to offer the shares on the stock exchange and all that.”
“You want to sell shares of a business running a love hotel?” Kame stares incredibly.
“One that is called Chez Love Bandits?” Koki adds.
“We’re going worldwide,” Junno claps his hands together.
“It’s a perfect strategy,” Ueda just continues unfazed, “We can offer stable revenue, an innovative approach and high class security. We expand the hotel, show it around, and advertise a bit. Kame can get his five minutes of fame since he is popular with our gay customers, and Junno and Meisa will look good as image makers for the rest of them. Akanishi will be coordinating our English website for a few shares and will spread our portfolio around while he tries to be Johnny Ocean over in LA.”
“Isn’t he like a cabaret singer now?” Koki asks and gets ignored.
“Does this mean I can finally have my room with a huge billiard table that can actually be used instead of a bed?” Junno asks with interest.
“Taguchi, I told you that the felt is expensive,” Ueda hisses.
“But chains are not, so why can’t we have a bike gang hide out styled room with a nice old wire fence to tie people to?”
“If he can have a hide-out, I can have my pool table,” Junno says stubbornly.
“We’re going to be rich,” Kame says dreamily, counting the few chips he has left in front of him.
Ueda stares in disbelief.
“Well, that was easy,” Nakamaru whispers into his ear.
Ueda looks at him intently as Nakamaru slides the hand from his knee up his thigh.
“Let’s get out of here,” Ueda says resolutely.
“I checked; our best room is not taken,” Nakamaru nods and pulls Ueda up.
<- part 1
From: sashjun
Title: Make it, take it (part 2)
Pairings: Ueda/Nakamaru, hints of kind of Kame/Meisa; anything else is a result of reader’s imagination not of writer’s intentions
Ratings: NC-17
Warnings: Theft and robbery are considered criminal offenses in most of the countries with internet connection. Being a part of an organized crime group is not an advisable life style and may lead to living in hiding (and/or higher penalties upon being caught).
Notes: The title and the cut line are lyrics from Make or Break. The song begged for this. Thanks to people who let me use their ideas.
Dear ryogrande, I took a bit of a leap with your allowance of real life AU, but I hope you will forgive me and will enjoy it at least a bit.
Summary: Ueda is just taking back what life had stolen from him. Along the way, he acquires a bunch of misfits who provide a whole new dimension to his life and turn it upside down.
part 1 || part 2
“Game night? Again?” Junno raises an eyebrow. “Are you lonely, Tat-chan?”
“Strip poker!” Koki cheers when he sees the cards and chips on the table. “But there are no girls,” he realizes in the next second. “I do not want to see Taguchi naked.”
“I always wanted to know if Kame wears some of the underwear he steals,” Junno says thoughtfully. Kame shoves him off his chair and sits down on it himself.
“Sit down and play. No one takes their clothes off,” Ueda orders, slumping to the closest chair and only watching the game for some time. He takes Nakamaru’s cards when the other stands up and starts setting up a PC.
“Yo,” Jin says ten minutes later, and there is general blinking and frantic checking of who Jin can see or not.
“This is way too mushy for me,” Koki says in the end.
“Akanishi has something to say, so stop cam-whoring,” Ueda glares them into calming down.
“I am getting tired of being your private call girl,” Jin smirks. “So I have a solution for you. You should all come live here,” he says smugly.
“I must have experienced a temporary brain death, thinking you might have something constructive to say,” Ueda mumbles, head in his hands.
“But I mean it. There are no true love hotels here,” Jin adds, hands flailing. “I mean, people must be so sexually frustrated. Where do they have sex? Where do they go to have some kinky fun times?” Jin falls off his own chair and there is silence, the others staring in disbelief while he gets up.
“So just make sure to bring over some initial capital to invest. My investment will be the great business plan of starting a love hotel and my language services. And all will go well, we will live happily ever after, end of story.”
Ueda looks at Nakamaru tiredly. Nakamaru stands up. “Thanks, Jin,” he whispers, “but next time you miss us, just say so, okay?” Nakamaru says chuckling and just closes the laptop.
“What is he smoking over there?” Koki asks.
Ueda pulls out the ashtrays and cigarettes and more beer and deals another game in silence.
“So not that I don’t like this mini session, but why exactly are we here?” Kame asks three games later.
“Maybe it could actually work,” Ueda says in reply.
“I’m not going anywhere!” Koki crosses his arms.
“No, not that,” Ueda shakes his head. “But we do know a lot about how love hotels are run. And it has been more stress than fun lately. Plus,” Ueda throws his hand towards Kame.
“I told you; she is harmless,” Kame says stubbornly.
“Opening a love hotel?” Nakamaru asks slowly.
“In Tokyo, of course,” Ueda nods. “Using everything we know, everything we saw. We actually probably could tell what is popular and what is not by the amount of profits we stole from different types of love hotels.”
“And it would be impenetrable,” Junno winks at them. “Since we know all about the penetration,” he adds helpfully.
Koki kicks the leg of his chair, and Junno flashes him a grin. “It could be our catch phrase.”
“I’m already sorry about asking you to do this with me.”
“No more stealing?” Kame asks in a small voice.
“You will have your own source of forgotten underwear,” Koki assures him.
“That is not what . . .” Kame trails off.
“Oh, god, you actually like that freak,” Ueda sighs, then bites his lip when Kame looks at him stubbornly. “We still have to talk to her, right?” He asks.
“Is this it?” Junno straightens up on his chair.
“I want to do one last gig,” Koki says
“Gig?” Nakamaru laughs.
“Old school!” Koki nods. “To gather the capital for our own love hotel,” he adds quickly.
“Okay,” Ueda says slowly. “Who wants some whisky?” he asks and gets up. Four hands shoot into the air.
“That was way too easy,” Ueda says, leaning against the wall as he watches Koki, Junno and Kame disappear into the dark on wobbly legs. He too needs that wall for support; the door to his garage is wide open to get all that smoke out of there.
Nakamaru leans next to him, legs sliding through the dust so that his shoulders are lined with Ueda’s, brushing against them.
“It’s new and exciting,” he mumbles.
“Yeah,” Ueda nods and pushes himself off the wall. He stands in front of Nakamaru, watching the other’s eyes swimming a little with alcohol, his lips turning into a silly smile. He wonders if the other can get home safely. Maybe he could stay the night. Nakamaru smirks suddenly, and Ueda has to remind himself that Nakamaru can’t in fact read minds.
“Are you going to miss stalking the hotels before you chose them? Oh, I know, you will now start going to the most expensive rooms as a paying customer,” Nakamaru sticks a finger into Ueda’s chest. Ueda decides that if Nakamaru can think of such stupidities, he can walk home.
“Good night,” Ueda says and turns on his heel, catching a glimpse of Nakamaru’s pink lips turning into another pout. He shuts the door behind himself and locks it with all three locks.
*
“You know, this is not what I meant when I said old school,” Koki complains just as Junno opens the back door of the van for him and reaches his hand out as if to help him get down.
When Junno winks at Koki, Ueda chuckles. “No, you two playing a gay couple is so much better!” he says.
“I don’t believe that you couldn’t find a love hotel with a girl in a reception,” Koki groans when Junno unbuttons his top button to make him look more into it.
“Not one where we haven’t been yet,” Ueda shrugs. “Don’t worry, this one is quite popular with men, they won’t blink an eye.”
“But Junno is the one asking how a cock ring works,” Koki says, blushing and stomping off. Ueda laughs then goes and sits next to Nakamaru to watch as the two enter the love hotel and ask for a room.
“I swear the receptionist is hitting on Junno,” Nakamaru laughs.
“You all would be up to doing this longer if it meant cheating the reception. What are you people?”
“Love bandits,” Kame whispers into Ueda’s ear from above and chuckles when Ueda elbows him. “So this is how Junno feels,” he ponders.
“You should go; they will make their request for the toys box soon,” Nakamaru says, glancing at the watch. Ueda and Kame jump out of the van, and Nakamaru closes the door behind them.
“Go,” Ueda hears the order through his earpiece, and they enter the love hotel.
“That hole is kind of . . . small,” Kame stops walking abruptly, looking at the tiny reception window.
Ueda just pushes him. “That’s why you are the one getting in there, so move it. It doesn’t take that long to explain how you lock a cock ring.”
“What do you know?” Kame bites back, glares then dives head first through the window opening. He gets stuck a bit, so Ueda grabs him by his waist and pushes him in. Kame lands head first on the floor with a loud thud and big oof.
“Buy as much time as you can,” Ueda hisses into the mike while Kame starts opening the shelves. Ueda peeks into the room and points him in the right direction. Just as Kame hands him a locked metal box, Koki curses into his mike.
“He’s gone down already, Ueda.”
Kame frantically pushes himself through the window, but his shoulder gets stuck in the chaos.
Nakamaru is counting down the floors as the receptionist takes long strides down the stairs. “Only one more left,” he shouts in panic, and Ueda winces, his ear drum almost exploding. He looks Kame in the eye and pushes him back into the room, handing him the box with the money.
“Return that and hide,” Ueda whispers as Kame looks at him with wide eyes, fear getting better of him. “The closet at the back. It’s summer, no one uses it for the clothes now. We’ll come back,” Ueda adds. His hands are shaking and his insides are all twisted as he stares Kame into obeying.
“He’s down,” Nakamaru says frantically, and Ueda turns around, leans casually against the window, covering it completely. The receptionist stops in his track towards the employee’s door that locks with a card, obtaining of which they decided to forgo. Now Kame is trapped inside, and Ueda hopes to at least give him some extra time to hide and calm down.
“Would you mind giving me a quick peek of your most expensive room?” Ueda asks innocently.
The guy snorts and leans close to Ueda. “You have to pay to get to see it, darling. Or wait until my shift is over,” he slides a finger down Ueda’s front.
Ueda bites his lip, pretends like he is actually pondering the offer for another minute despite just wanting to throw up then shakes his head. “I just want to surprise my boyfriend and wanted to make sure the room is good enough,” he says then slowly pushes himself off the window and walks out nonchalantly.
“Fuck the last job,” he swears when he opens the door of the van. The time until Junno and Koki emerge is the longest ever, and Ueda and Nakamaru spends it whispering to Kame, promising to come back.
“It shouldn’t be Koki and Junno in any case,” Ueda sighs as the two get inside the van. They all breathe heavily, Nakamaru clutching onto his laptop.
“Kame, we can’t stay here the whole time,” Ueda whispers into the earpiece. “The shift ends in three hours. We’ll be back then. Turn of the communicator, so that it doesn’t run out of the battery, and switch it back on in three hours from now. Junno and Koki will come and pull you out.”
Kame obviously can’t talk, but they hear a silent tapping against the mike, the sign that he has heard the orders. Junno climbs to the front seat, and they drive away.
“Kame is trapped inside a love hotel,” Koki whispers into his cell phone.
“NO FUCKING WAY!” Jin shouts into the phone, Koki almost going deaf for the second time that day. “Why do I always miss the good stuff?” Jin whines.
“Ueda is pacing up and down, soon Nakamaru will go cross-eyed from watching him pace up and down and Junno claims we should stock on lube, so that we can use it to ease Kame out of that reception hole.” Koki giggles despite everything; this is kind of exciting.
“Wait, he got stuck? Damn it, am I missing Kamenashi getting chubby again? Fat Kame is so much fun! Plus he is hot trying to deny it.”
Koki just rolls his eyes. “Guess what the best part is?”
“There is more?” Jin didn’t sound this excited in ages.
“Nakamaru and Ueda are going to go inside and pretend they are a gay couple. They will get a room and ask the reception for some kind of a sex toy for extra charge while Junno gets Kame out of there. I get to be in charge of the cameras.”
Jin chokes on the other side and drops the phone. “I have an idea!” he shouts when he picks it up again, and Koki wants to hang up on him just for that. “But since they can’t really see you there, you would have to get Kame to agree.”
“An idea?” Koki asks slowly.
“It’s your last job, right? And Nakamaru and Ueda will be stuck in a love hotel together.”
Koki crouches behind the boxes at the back of Ueda’s garage. “Tell me,” he whispers.
*
When Nakamaru outstretches his hand for Ueda to take in front of the love hotel, Ueda just frowns. Nakamaru just keeps holding the hand out until Ueda starts to feel kind of bad for just standing there.
“I don’t want anyone to notice how much mine are shaking,” Nakamaru says at the end, looking at his hand instead of at Ueda.
“Fine,” Ueda caves in, and when he slips his palm across Nakamaru’s, his own breathing calms a little.
“Picture perfect,” Koki laughs into their earpiece. Nakamaru’s hand twitches in Ueda’s like he wants to pull away, but Ueda just squeezes it more, realizing his grip probably hurts by now. Well, at least he doesn’t have to worry about his acting skills this way because he feels almost the same rush and excitement just from holding onto Nakamaru like this as he’d feel before having sex. Though, he ponders if he even remembers how that feels anymore. He pulls Nakamaru forward and pushes the door open.
Ueda asks for their best room-only because it is on the top floor, trying to glance at the locker in the back inconspicuously despite knowing Kame is there. Technically, he doesn’t have to hold Nakamaru’s hand anymore as they climb up the stairs, but he doesn’t let go, not even after he shuts the door behind them and leans against it. Nakamaru stands next to him, and Ueda can feel him looking at him intently, but none of them says anything until Koki says into the mike:
“Just call him already, guys. Kame’s been tapping against his microphone constantly since you left the van, and it is giving me a headache.”
The receptionist is more than happy to come up and bring them something to ‘spice it up a little’ for just a few extra yen. Nakamaru sits down on the edge of the bed while Ueda rakes through the suitcase of the stuff he is shown forever, finally pulling out a pair of handcuffs. He makes the guy go through showing him how to lock and unlock and adjust them twice, practically feeling Nakamaru twitch behind him at every click of the lock. He lets the guy go only when Junno whispers “Operation extraction completed. My fingers are magical,” over the communicator.
Ueda listens as Kame sends them all to hell for coming an hour later and slides to the floor soon after the receptionist leaves. Nakamaru is smiling at him with relief, and Ueda almost manages to feel the same wave of it washing over him. But then he hears Kame’s voice in his ear.
“My friends just came up here, yeah, the girly one and the one with a big nose. Yes, couple of the guys and I wanted to surprise them since they are celebrating. We wanted to pay an extra few hours in the room for them.”
Nakamaru’s eyes widen.
“. . . right, great. So could you lock them in there, so they don’t end their night too soon? They are always in a rush, but they deserve this and each other,” Kame is sugar-talking, and Nakamaru sprints for the door, Ueda scrambling up and away from it.
“Thank you so much. I’m so glad they’ve chosen a hotel that offers this service,” Ueda hears just as the door lock clicks before Nakamaru manages to open it. Ueda pulls at the door, then kicks it, but it doesn’t budge.
“Surprise!” Junno and Koki chant into the communicator. “We got the money, and this is our treat, guys. Enjoy!”
“Did you just lock us in the room of a hotel we stole money from?” Ueda practically screams into the mike.
“Shhh, Ueda, or someone will hear you,” Kame says, way too happy. “Look at the bright side; at least it is not a small closet.”
“And you have Nakamaru to keep you company,” Koki croons.
“When you’re done, you can get back by train,” Junno chirps.
“Fuck you all,” Ueda shouts.
“Nakamaru’s the one at hand, really,” Junno says, and the line goes dead.
Ueda leans his forehead against the cold metal door and tries to calm down. He decides to spend the next six hours thinking of different ways how to torture those bastards. He hopes it will distract him enough from the million very much different scenarios already forming in his head of what all he could do with Nakamaru-to Nakamaru. So far, it is not really working.
When Ueda hears a soft chuckle, it startles him. When he turns around, he finds Nakamaru clutching his sides and trying to suppress his laughter.
“You find this funny?” Ueda asks, his voice a bit too high.
“Just a little,” Nakamaru says, giggles turning into laughter. Ueda jut watches him rocking back and forth on the bed, his teeth flashing white, his cheeks flushed from all that laughing. He slides down the door again.
“Sorry,” Nakamaru pants out at the end, “but what kind of thieves stay locked on the crime scene, technically twice?”
Ueda gives Nakamaru an unimpressed look, though his anger is melting away from hearing his laughter.
Nakamaru stands up and takes his jacket off, pulls a gun from somewhere underneath his shirt and puts it on the table. While Nakamaru stretches his hands over his head, Ueda can’t take his eyes away from the gun. He really doesn’t like Nakamaru carrying one around. He knows Koki always has a knife on him, Kame walks around with pepper spray, and Junno has always bragged about his high kick. But a gun, that is a different story. Of course this one was Akanishi’s, but the guy only remembered he still had it on him at the airport, and gave it to Nakamaru to look after. Or so Nakamaru says. Nakamaru’s been carrying it around ever since, and Ueda’s hated the gun even more. There won’t be any need for it from now on. Take that, Akanishi.
“I think I might as well take a shower. I was so nervous I feel all sweaty and tired,” Nakamaru says slowly, and Ueda realizes he’s been watched. He nods and tries breathing normally when Nakamaru disappears.
When alone, Ueda looks around, registering the big bed with clean white sheets, the simple curtains, the vanity mirror with a chair in front of it in and the quite inconspicuous full body mirror on the other side of the room where there is a closet, a bookshelf and a loveseat. Simple and clean lines, soft light, nothing too flashy-a room that looks like a comfortable bedroom. Nothing that screams of the kind of place he is in. Ueda stands up and runs his hand across the sheets; they are soft and smell of clothes freshener. He smiles; this room he would pay for-for the comfort and calmness of it, for the illusion of being normal. When he lifts his head, he finds Nakamaru leaning on the frame of the bathroom door, curiosity in his eyes. He is wearing only a fluffy looking white bathrobe, his hair slightly messy and wet, the skin on his neck still a little dump and pink from the hot shower.
Ueda is probably doomed.
“So is this one to your taste?” Nakamaru asks, not moving from where he is.
“I . . .” Ueda starts then bites his lip.
“What are you thinking?” Nakamaru whispers, and Ueda looks up. Nakamaru’s eyes are much darker all of a sudden, and he’s playing with the belt on his bathrobe, rubbing it between his fingers. Ueda steps around the bed and comes closer, grabbing the other end of the belt, wanting to know if the bathrobe is as soft as it looks like, if Nakamaru backs down when he steps up.
But Nakamaru keeps watching him, their hands playing with the soft fabric, their feet almost touching. When Ueda pulls at the belt all of a sudden, Nakamaru lets go of his end, and the knot comes undone.
“I should stop,” Ueda whispers, eyes trailing the stripe of skin visible on Nakamaru’s thigh.
“Why?” Nakamaru leans down and whispers the question against Ueda’s ear.
Ueda can’t remember anymore. He shudders, and Nakamaru must have felt that, what with his lips almost brushing Ueda’s neck. So Ueda grabs a handful of Nakamaru’s hair, pulls him up, but doesn’t quite manage to pull him away. Instead he aligns their mouths and lets out a breath against the softness of Nakamaru’s lips. Nakamaru leans closer all of his own accord, and that is all it takes for Ueda to grip the collar of his bathrobe and pull him against him, their teeth clashing together painfully. But Nakamaru doesn’t flinch away, lets Ueda push his tongue inside his mouth and slides his own against it. Ueda moans, clutching to the wardrobe and holding Nakamaru there so that he can taste every part of his mouth. Nakamaru hums contently, his arms coming around Ueda’s shoulders, and his hand threading into his hair. Ueda hopes this is not a dream because so far it is the best fantasy he’s ever had, and he’d really hate to wake up this time.
When Nakamaru whines, Ueda realizes, he’s pushed him into the door frame, and it must be digging into his back. He slides his hands lower down the hem of the bathrobe, pulls Nakamaru away from the door and spins them around. He leans up again and sucks Nakamaru’s bottom lip into his mouth, running his tongue across it and nipping at it. Nakamaru groans, and his hand slides down Ueda’s back, settling on his ass, bringing them closer. Ueda pushes his hips forward, and Nakamaru shivers, throwing his head back.
Ueda only presses his mouth to Nakamaru’s neck, and his own hands move down and under the mostly open bathrobe, over Nakamaru’s bottom. He grabs Nakamaru’s thigh, bringing it up and pressing closer. Nakamaru twitches again, but when he looks at Ueda, he is glowering.
“Jeans off,” he murmurs, his voice much lower, his eyes shining with want.
Ueda nods and moves them the rest of the way towards the bed. Nakamaru grabs him by the belt and manages to snap it open before he falls onto the sheets. The bathrobe is completely open, loose around his shoulders, and Ueda watches Nakamaru’s lean body, long legs, flat stomach, dark nipples, flushed neck and his already hard cock in fascination.
“Don’t just stand there,” Nakamaru complains and blushes, but Ueda takes his time, enjoying the view while slowly playing with the buttons of his shirt. Nakamaru pouts but then pulls at Ueda’s hand, making him lie down too.
Ueda can’t find it in him to stop Nakamaru when he takes over undressing him, his hands suddenly everywhere on his body, pulling at the clothes, almost breaking the zipper and yanking the jeans off all too quickly, Ueda wanting more with every touch. Nakamaru’s nails catch on Ueda’s hip and make him gasp. Nakamaru does it on purpose next time then leans down to kiss the scratch marks, lapping his tongue over them. Ueda writhes, and finally pulls Nakamaru up and into his mouth because he is so not done with those lips of his. Nakamaru sighs and lets Ueda maneuver them so that they’re lying on their sides, Nakamaru’s thigh resting on Ueda’s hip, their bodies moving against each other while they kiss. One of Ueda’s hands pillows Nakamaru’s head as the other explores, fingers running across Nakamaru’s ribs, circling a nipple and dipping into his navel, rubbing his hip and grabbing his ass to bring them closer.
They are both gasping and moaning, and Ueda’s hips are rolling with more and more strength against Nakamaru, who starts sucking down Ueda’s neck, across his shoulder and then back to his collarbone. Ueda’s slowly going crazy just from the feel of Nakamaru’s cock brushing against his, hot and perfect. He brings them together harsher the next time, needing more, and Nakamaru shudders and pushes at Ueda’s shoulder.
“I don’t want to come like this,” Nakamaru heaves out, trying to catch his breath. His hips are still jerking forward a little, and his chest raises and falls quickly. Ueda can’t look away, the determination in Nakamaru’s eyes burning his skin. He runs his hand across Nakamaru’s jaw, down his neck and across his stomach, finger tracing a thick vein down his cock, and Nakamaru falls backwards, breath rushing out of him as Ueda continues, circling his balls and sliding his finger further. Nakamaru twitches.
“I don’t have anything,” Ueda whispers, worrying his lip as he watches Nakamaru trembling under his touch. He can’t tell if maybe this is Nakamaru’s first time to be like this, though he really wants it to be.
Nakamaru manages a chuckle. “We are in a love hotel, you know.” He tries to reach towards the nightstand.
“You didn’t have to remind me,” Ueda huffs and climbs up the bed, opening drawers until he finds what he needs. He returns back and leans down to kiss Nakamaru again, still a little doubting, running his fingers through Nakamaru’s hair. Nakamaru whines because Ueda isn’t doing anything more and presses his hand between his shoulder blades.
“Just do it,” he whispers and laps his tongue across the ridge of Ueda’s ear. He noses his cheek and palms Ueda’s own cock, Ueda’s stomach muscles tensing, reminding him how close he’s been just moments ago. Ueda lifts up slowly, Nakamaru sitting up too, slipping the bathrobe off completely then quickly flopping onto his stomach by himself.
“Do it like this,” he mutters and buries his head into the pillow, not looking into Ueda’s eyes. Ueda’s breath hitches yet again, and he runs his palm across Nakamaru’s ass, lifting him up onto all fours and kissing down his spine. When Nakamaru tenses, Ueda rubs his inner thighs, murmuring into his skin as he moves lower and spreads his legs more, the tongue lapping over the wrinkled skin at the end. Nakamaru jumps, and Ueda finds himself chuckling.
“You can’t offer your ass like that and then be surprised,” he mutters and pushes his tongue inside Nakamaru a little, earning a high pitched moan and then deep groan when he pulls back and pushes back in.
“Fuck. How,” Nakamaru cries out when Ueda pushes a lubed finger in with his tongue next, “much longer,” Nakamaru pushes back sharply, gasping, “will you make me,” Ueda pushes the finger deeper, licking around it, “wait?” Nakamaru moans.
Ueda pulls his tongue away and kisses the small of Nakamaru’s back just as he pushes the second finger in. “You’re not the only one waiting,” he says darkly, his voice hoarse. His own cock is painfully hard. Nakamaru pushing back on his fingers, head dropped between his shoulders, the whole torso visibly shaking with anticipation is tempting, and Ueda almost wants to stop being so damn careful. He bites down on Nakamaru’s skin and pushes in the third finger, hooking all of them when they are deep inside. Nakamaru screams, and Ueda loses it, pulling away and quickly getting himself ready. He takes a deep breath, grabbing Nakamaru’s hip.
“Now,” Ueda whispers and pushes in, slow but smooth, not stopping until he is flush against the other. He himself needs a break, suffocating from the tightness around him. Nakamaru arches, his head snapping up, and Ueda massages his scalp as they both hold still for a moment longer.
“Move, damn it, Tatsuya,” Nakamaru orders then, and Ueda groans, pulls back and pushes back in, the sharp and strong thrust surprising Nakamaru, his arms giving away as he drops to his elbows.
It’s embarrassingly quick after that, Ueda’s hips snapping, Nakamaru pushing against him as they rock together, Ueda’s hands on Nakamaru’s shoulder, bringing him back as he sinks into him.
Nakamaru keeps murmuring, words all jumbled as he asks for more and harder. Ueda leans over him when the pleasure inside him builds, sucking on his shoulder and gripping his hip, while his other arm holds him up.
“Fuck yes, right there,” Nakamaru grits out then, and Ueda feels him tightening around him. He struggles to keep that angle and only few thrust later, Nakamaru bites Ueda’s arm where it is right next to his head. With that little bit of pain, Ueda’s mind goes blank, his body stilling as he comes with a surprised moan while Nakamaru still moves against him.
Ueda hears Nakamaru whimper even through the veil of orgasm ripping through him and wraps an arm around his waist, sitting back onto his heels and pulling Nakamaru with him. He’s barely caught his breath, but he wraps his fingers around Nakamaru’s thick cock, and Nakamaru twists in his lap, finding Ueda’s mouth with his own. Nakamaru’s eyes are wide open as they share open-mouthed kisses while Ueda’s hand moves up and down until Nakamaru digs his nails into Ueda’s thighs and comes with a gasp against Ueda’s lips. Ueda winces when Nakamaru tightens even more around his softening cock, and Nakamaru’s eyes finally fall closed.
“Fuck,” Ueda swears after a moment, gently lowering them to the side and untangling. He grabs the tissues from the night stand and cleans them before lying down next to Nakamaru.
They lie on their backs, on top of those soft sheets in silence until Nakamaru laughs again.
“That is what I call going out with a bang,” he says, turning to look at Ueda.
“Yuichi,” Ueda sighs, “just keep quiet,” he adds and pulls Nakamaru into a long, languid kiss. If he hears Nakamaru whispering “I like you too” between the kisses before they fall asleep, he doesn’t let it on.
*
“So when is the grand opening?” Jin asks when Ueda finally caves and picks up one of his phone calls more than a month later.
“Don’t play dumb, I know you talk to Yuichi all the time. We’ve been open for a week now,” Ueda says briskly and sits down on the couch-about the only thing still left in the garage. Maybe he should keep this place just in case.
“Yuichi, hmmm,” Jin croons into his phone.
“Akanishi, don’t push it. I know very well whose idea locking us up in a love hotel was. Do you know what everything could have gone wrong?” Ueda shudders, imagining the police marching in on him and Nakamaru still butt-naked, soundly sleeping and taking them straight to the courtroom.
“I don’t think Yuichi would ever say no to you, Ueda,” Jin laughs happily.
Ueda tsks in annoyance, but he is pretty happy that Jin can’t see the stupid grin that is settling over his face. That bastard probably can hear it.
“What do you want, anyway? It’s not like you, wasting money on calling me,” Ueda changes the subject.
“I wanted to offer my services as a well versed and beautiful receptionist to this new promising establishment of yours,” Jin says, and for a moment Ueda ponders what it would be like if he came back.
“We already have a receptionist,” Ueda murmurs.
“Who?” Jin gasps, “Who can possibly be better than me?”
Ueda realizes Jin’s joking and just wants the scoop. Well, it is up to Jin what waters he decides to cruise. Or where his ship sinks. Ueda smirks.
“I’m sure someone has already reported about Meisa,” he says.
“Koki sent pictures, and she’s really hot, so I thought he was lying. Tell me more,” Jin whines.
“There is nothing to tell,” Ueda starts, “she runs the reception most of the time, she is popular, and people come by to ogle her. She’s good at making them stay the night. Plus she bosses people around instead of me, so I’m not complaining,” he adds smugly. He’s kind of proud of the idea to offer her the job. If nothing else, he could always keep an eye on her.
“You mean she doesn’t boss you around?” Jin asks skeptically.
“No one bosses me around,” Ueda puffs his cheeks out. At least not much, he thinks. “I’m the one who let her stay around,” he adds.
Jin laughs. “You are such a tool, Ueda,” he says.
“I’m hanging up now.”
I think I’m keeping the couch, Ueda types a message to Nakamaru. Five minutes later, when Nakamaru stops sending him laughing emoticons, Ueda gets one more message.
I want the keys to the garage ;D
Ueda thinks Nakamaru knows him a little too well.
Omake
a few months later
Junno sways on his chair dangerously before leaning forward and putting down his cards.
“Now pay up, gentlemen,” he smiles smugly.
They all grumble. Kame hits his fist on the table and stands up.
“Ueda, would you spit out why we’re here before I lose my pants too? We all know the only one you want to play with is Nakamaru.”
Koki points his finger. “Touché.”
“At least Meisa has no clue where we are,” Junno stretches his arms behind his head then collects his money. “I never thought I’d be so happy to see this old dump.”
“I just hope she doesn’t find out that I forgot to change the towels in the employee’s bathroom,” Koki says and flinches a little.
Ueda is fighting really hard to suppress his giggles as Nakamaru stares him down and digs nails into his thigh in an effort to stop him.
“Anyway,” Ueda finally says when he gets his breath under control. He pours everyone another round of whisky. “I called you to tell you that we’re going to go public,” he says.
“Please, don’t tell me I’ll have to wear a revealing costume and advertise us around the neighborhood,” Kame puts his head into his hands.
“No, unless I want us to go out of business,” Ueda says gravely, “anyway, what I meant is the company. I stole this book for Nakamaru’s business class, and it was talking all about benefits of publically traded companies. With our revenue and a bit of advertising, it could work. We are going to offer the shares on the stock exchange and all that.”
“You want to sell shares of a business running a love hotel?” Kame stares incredibly.
“One that is called Chez Love Bandits?” Koki adds.
“We’re going worldwide,” Junno claps his hands together.
“It’s a perfect strategy,” Ueda just continues unfazed, “We can offer stable revenue, an innovative approach and high class security. We expand the hotel, show it around, and advertise a bit. Kame can get his five minutes of fame since he is popular with our gay customers, and Junno and Meisa will look good as image makers for the rest of them. Akanishi will be coordinating our English website for a few shares and will spread our portfolio around while he tries to be Johnny Ocean over in LA.”
“Isn’t he like a cabaret singer now?” Koki asks and gets ignored.
“Does this mean I can finally have my room with a huge billiard table that can actually be used instead of a bed?” Junno asks with interest.
“Taguchi, I told you that the felt is expensive,” Ueda hisses.
“But chains are not, so why can’t we have a bike gang hide out styled room with a nice old wire fence to tie people to?”
“If he can have a hide-out, I can have my pool table,” Junno says stubbornly.
“We’re going to be rich,” Kame says dreamily, counting the few chips he has left in front of him.
Ueda stares in disbelief.
“Well, that was easy,” Nakamaru whispers into his ear.
Ueda looks at him intently as Nakamaru slides the hand from his knee up his thigh.
“Let’s get out of here,” Ueda says resolutely.
“I checked; our best room is not taken,” Nakamaru nods and pulls Ueda up.
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