let's call it a new year fic clearance sale?
HAPPY NEW YEAR, MY LOVELIES
to prove i'm alive and because it's sort of late and i really don't want to think about getting up early tomorrow morning and going to work after two weeks of holidays, dammit ;.; i bring you... bits and pieces of fic. mostly some things that never made it into anything longer, drabbles and, okay let's be real now, gratuitous porn. what else could it be?
o1. which is just porn
“Oh fuck,” Kimura says as he throws his head back and Nakai almost snaps at him that he’s going to end up with Kimura’s fabulous hair all over his face, and sure, they shouldn’t mess themselves up too much, but he is hoping Kimura’s fabulous hair will get ruined with sweat, and he is determined. “Owow, slow down,” Kimura hisses and okay, maybe Nakai got too determined.
This time, they don’t have more than around twenty minutes before the set is ready for filming and a part of Nakai hates those days when all of a sudden he finds Kimura’s chest pressed to his back and Kimura says, “I really wanna fuck right now,” into his ear and the reason Nakai hates it is because then Nakai wants it too. Sometimes he thinks that what they have, all of this, is only because Kimura has a way of putting thoughts into Nakai’s head that he would have never dared think himself.
Nothing else explains why he is now fucking his bandmate against a wall in this bandmate’s dressing room. And he isn’t even sure what it is. Not a relationship, and with how fucked-up Nakai’s relationships have been, that’s saying something.
All he knows is that when Kimura braces himself with his arms against the wall and groans, “harder,” Nakai has to, he has to and he’s addicted to it.
o2. in which they’re roleplaying and the author must’ve been drunk
“You’re Kimura,” Nakai says.
“No, you’re Kimura,” Goro replies stubbornly. “I’m Nakai.”
“Are you stupid? You can’t be Nakai.”
“Why not?”
Nakai pouts. “Because I can’t fuck myself.”
“But you won’t be fucking yourself, because you’re Kimura.”
“No way. I’m not calling you ‘Hiro’.”
“Is that what he calls you when he fucks you?”
Nakai hits Goro’s head. Then he continues undoing Goro’s pants.
“Nakai-kun?”
“What?”
“Let’s just call him.”
-
“Alright,” Kimura answers. “But I’m Goro.”
“Slut,” Goro says.
o3. more porn
Sometimes we get what we want through not getting what we want - Goro would think about that in some distracted moment of personal insight, but not now. Now he is bucking off the bed, wanting to get his hands on Takuya, and oh god to touch himself, striving for release, which, he can tell, won’t be coming any time soon. Not with how much fun Takuya is having, trailing his lips along Goro’s cock, his tongue sneaking out to lick, sometimes sucking lightly but never enough. Goro doesn’t know how long he’s been hard, it feels like he passed his limits eternity ago and he’s just floating now in this sweet frustration that scratches the back of his throat and strains his arms. His arms will be killing him later, he knows that at least, wrists well tied to the bed, and he’s moving but he can’t move. Takuya will occasionally shift up Goro’s body, rolling hips against hips to catch Goro’s mouth mid-moan, the kisses forceful and broken, leaving him unsatisfied. He knows he’ll beg a hundred more times and he knows he’ll do everything Takuya wants him to. And he knows it will be worth it. Because he trusts Takuya completely.
o4. a gratuitous 2top drabble
The first thing Kimura does as they sit down on the set of the show is pick up his glass and drink. Then he clears his throat. He brushes a hand through his hair to make sure it’s not messed up. Nakai notices and gives him a look, but really it’s the look. His face remains deadly grave but there is amusement dancing in Nakai’s eyes and Kimura licks his lips in response, trying very hard not to grin like an idiot.
He knows it’s Nakai’s way of telling him you shouldn’t suck me off five minutes before the filming starts, but the scolding is half-assed at best and entirely unconvincing.
o5. in which 2top go camping (sort of)
On a hazy afternoon in May, Kimura shows up and tells him they’re going camping. There’s perhaps a hundred other things he came to say, but he chooses this one and seems to expect Nakai to guess the others and reply to them all at once. Nakai tries to close the door, but Kimura has his foot in the doorway and the glow of his face that he tries in vain to conceal tells Nakai he has no chance of getting away.
“We’re not sixteen.”
“Exactly. So stop being so childish.”
Nakai rolls his eyes in a voiceless who’s being childish here? that he won’t say because he doesn’t want to argue. Years ago their arguments had this physical aspect of pushing, shoving, yanking at each other’s clothes until the tension would become too much and they would be walking away. They seemed to have grown out of it and that was when Nakai stopped picking arguments with Kimura altogether. It made him miss the past and feel old.
In the passenger seat, Nakai is fiddling with the cuff of his shirt. Kimura has his eyes focused on the road, ears filled with old American rock songs and he is humming along.
“Remember how we went ‘camping’ once?” he asks with a laugh bubbling under the surface of his voice.
“No,” Nakai says. Kimura’s face turns blank and Nakai almost takes that back. He doesn’t like this blank face. He never knows what’s hiding behind. Surprise would be fine, anger would be exciting, but if it’s disappointment… He doesn’t want Kimura’s disappointment.
Of course he remembers.
o6. Tsuyoshi’s crushes
Tsuyoshi has crushes on people he works with. It’s like a condition he has, and he’s long past trying to lie to himself about it. And who can blame him, really, with all these beautiful actresses he gets to co-star with. It seems there’s no point in fighting against himself and he quite welcomes the feeling of being infatuated when it grabs him yet again. It makes him even more excited about his work and it’s kind of easier when he doesn’t have to dig too deep for the emotions of love he is supposed to express as his character.
It’s not limited to women, though.
Tsuyoshi had a crush on Nakai for a year or so, and it was just too easy because they would go drinking together and a drunk Nakai was incredibly open and quick to pour his affection on Tsuyoshi. They’ve grown more distant since then and sometimes Tsuyoshi wishes they hadn’t, but it’s not like he has any illusions about what it could be like. He would say he has a bit of a crush on Shingo, too, but it’s more of a platonic kind and he never gets an urge for anything more than a hug. It would feel weird because Shingo is his best friend.
Kimura gives him all kinds of urges. And really, Tsuyoshi thinks, no one can blame him for that either. Kimura has a talent for making anything look sexual, from tying his shoelaces to cutting raw chicken when he’s cooking. And that’s when he’s not even trying.
But one thing about Tsuyoshi’s crushes is that he never acts upon them. He knows he just falls in and out of infatuations the way he breathes air and it’s not worth screwing up a professional relationship over something that will pass eventually. So maybe he has to bite his lip every time Kimura changes his shirt backstage, with that grin of his that makes him look like something that is sure to blow Tsuyoshi’s mind, but Tsuyoshi is not going to do anything about it. No. Not ever.
-
Kimura has to yank his head back by the hair and it’s only the sharp pain that makes him blink and breathe and pause and-no, not think yet.
“Kusanagi.” Kimura’s voice is a growl and now Tsuyoshi thinks. And the first thing he thinks is that he must be a masochist after all because he knew all along he was going to get punched in the face. “Did you just fucking kiss me?”
It’s most probably a rhetoric question, but Tsuyoshi nods just in case.
“I like you,” he says.
“Oh really? You would’ve fooled me, with how you almost sucked my tongue out of my mouth.”
Tsuyoshi blinks. Kimura still has a hand twisted in his hair but he’s not pushing him away. Nor punching him.
“Try again. Just slow down. And remember to breathe.”
Now Tsuyoshi blinks. Twice.
“What?”
Kimura shrugs.
“I never said I didn’t like you, did I?”
xxx
to prove i'm alive and because it's sort of late and i really don't want to think about getting up early tomorrow morning and going to work after two weeks of holidays, dammit ;.; i bring you... bits and pieces of fic. mostly some things that never made it into anything longer, drabbles and, okay let's be real now, gratuitous porn. what else could it be?
o1. which is just porn
“Oh fuck,” Kimura says as he throws his head back and Nakai almost snaps at him that he’s going to end up with Kimura’s fabulous hair all over his face, and sure, they shouldn’t mess themselves up too much, but he is hoping Kimura’s fabulous hair will get ruined with sweat, and he is determined. “Owow, slow down,” Kimura hisses and okay, maybe Nakai got too determined.
This time, they don’t have more than around twenty minutes before the set is ready for filming and a part of Nakai hates those days when all of a sudden he finds Kimura’s chest pressed to his back and Kimura says, “I really wanna fuck right now,” into his ear and the reason Nakai hates it is because then Nakai wants it too. Sometimes he thinks that what they have, all of this, is only because Kimura has a way of putting thoughts into Nakai’s head that he would have never dared think himself.
Nothing else explains why he is now fucking his bandmate against a wall in this bandmate’s dressing room. And he isn’t even sure what it is. Not a relationship, and with how fucked-up Nakai’s relationships have been, that’s saying something.
All he knows is that when Kimura braces himself with his arms against the wall and groans, “harder,” Nakai has to, he has to and he’s addicted to it.
o2. in which they’re roleplaying and the author must’ve been drunk
“You’re Kimura,” Nakai says.
“No, you’re Kimura,” Goro replies stubbornly. “I’m Nakai.”
“Are you stupid? You can’t be Nakai.”
“Why not?”
Nakai pouts. “Because I can’t fuck myself.”
“But you won’t be fucking yourself, because you’re Kimura.”
“No way. I’m not calling you ‘Hiro’.”
“Is that what he calls you when he fucks you?”
Nakai hits Goro’s head. Then he continues undoing Goro’s pants.
“Nakai-kun?”
“What?”
“Let’s just call him.”
-
“Alright,” Kimura answers. “But I’m Goro.”
“Slut,” Goro says.
o3. more porn
Sometimes we get what we want through not getting what we want - Goro would think about that in some distracted moment of personal insight, but not now. Now he is bucking off the bed, wanting to get his hands on Takuya, and oh god to touch himself, striving for release, which, he can tell, won’t be coming any time soon. Not with how much fun Takuya is having, trailing his lips along Goro’s cock, his tongue sneaking out to lick, sometimes sucking lightly but never enough. Goro doesn’t know how long he’s been hard, it feels like he passed his limits eternity ago and he’s just floating now in this sweet frustration that scratches the back of his throat and strains his arms. His arms will be killing him later, he knows that at least, wrists well tied to the bed, and he’s moving but he can’t move. Takuya will occasionally shift up Goro’s body, rolling hips against hips to catch Goro’s mouth mid-moan, the kisses forceful and broken, leaving him unsatisfied. He knows he’ll beg a hundred more times and he knows he’ll do everything Takuya wants him to. And he knows it will be worth it. Because he trusts Takuya completely.
o4. a gratuitous 2top drabble
The first thing Kimura does as they sit down on the set of the show is pick up his glass and drink. Then he clears his throat. He brushes a hand through his hair to make sure it’s not messed up. Nakai notices and gives him a look, but really it’s the look. His face remains deadly grave but there is amusement dancing in Nakai’s eyes and Kimura licks his lips in response, trying very hard not to grin like an idiot.
He knows it’s Nakai’s way of telling him you shouldn’t suck me off five minutes before the filming starts, but the scolding is half-assed at best and entirely unconvincing.
o5. in which 2top go camping (sort of)
On a hazy afternoon in May, Kimura shows up and tells him they’re going camping. There’s perhaps a hundred other things he came to say, but he chooses this one and seems to expect Nakai to guess the others and reply to them all at once. Nakai tries to close the door, but Kimura has his foot in the doorway and the glow of his face that he tries in vain to conceal tells Nakai he has no chance of getting away.
“We’re not sixteen.”
“Exactly. So stop being so childish.”
Nakai rolls his eyes in a voiceless who’s being childish here? that he won’t say because he doesn’t want to argue. Years ago their arguments had this physical aspect of pushing, shoving, yanking at each other’s clothes until the tension would become too much and they would be walking away. They seemed to have grown out of it and that was when Nakai stopped picking arguments with Kimura altogether. It made him miss the past and feel old.
In the passenger seat, Nakai is fiddling with the cuff of his shirt. Kimura has his eyes focused on the road, ears filled with old American rock songs and he is humming along.
“Remember how we went ‘camping’ once?” he asks with a laugh bubbling under the surface of his voice.
“No,” Nakai says. Kimura’s face turns blank and Nakai almost takes that back. He doesn’t like this blank face. He never knows what’s hiding behind. Surprise would be fine, anger would be exciting, but if it’s disappointment… He doesn’t want Kimura’s disappointment.
Of course he remembers.
o6. Tsuyoshi’s crushes
Tsuyoshi has crushes on people he works with. It’s like a condition he has, and he’s long past trying to lie to himself about it. And who can blame him, really, with all these beautiful actresses he gets to co-star with. It seems there’s no point in fighting against himself and he quite welcomes the feeling of being infatuated when it grabs him yet again. It makes him even more excited about his work and it’s kind of easier when he doesn’t have to dig too deep for the emotions of love he is supposed to express as his character.
It’s not limited to women, though.
Tsuyoshi had a crush on Nakai for a year or so, and it was just too easy because they would go drinking together and a drunk Nakai was incredibly open and quick to pour his affection on Tsuyoshi. They’ve grown more distant since then and sometimes Tsuyoshi wishes they hadn’t, but it’s not like he has any illusions about what it could be like. He would say he has a bit of a crush on Shingo, too, but it’s more of a platonic kind and he never gets an urge for anything more than a hug. It would feel weird because Shingo is his best friend.
Kimura gives him all kinds of urges. And really, Tsuyoshi thinks, no one can blame him for that either. Kimura has a talent for making anything look sexual, from tying his shoelaces to cutting raw chicken when he’s cooking. And that’s when he’s not even trying.
But one thing about Tsuyoshi’s crushes is that he never acts upon them. He knows he just falls in and out of infatuations the way he breathes air and it’s not worth screwing up a professional relationship over something that will pass eventually. So maybe he has to bite his lip every time Kimura changes his shirt backstage, with that grin of his that makes him look like something that is sure to blow Tsuyoshi’s mind, but Tsuyoshi is not going to do anything about it. No. Not ever.
-
Kimura has to yank his head back by the hair and it’s only the sharp pain that makes him blink and breathe and pause and-no, not think yet.
“Kusanagi.” Kimura’s voice is a growl and now Tsuyoshi thinks. And the first thing he thinks is that he must be a masochist after all because he knew all along he was going to get punched in the face. “Did you just fucking kiss me?”
It’s most probably a rhetoric question, but Tsuyoshi nods just in case.
“I like you,” he says.
“Oh really? You would’ve fooled me, with how you almost sucked my tongue out of my mouth.”
Tsuyoshi blinks. Kimura still has a hand twisted in his hair but he’s not pushing him away. Nor punching him.
“Try again. Just slow down. And remember to breathe.”
Now Tsuyoshi blinks. Twice.
“What?”
Kimura shrugs.
“I never said I didn’t like you, did I?”
xxx