of sexy hips and beautiful smiles (and sometimes fangirls) - JE/LJ, R
title: of sexy hips and beautiful smiles (and sometimes fangirls)
author: nihongofrancais
pairing: Kame/anamuan/YamaPi
rating: R
word count: 1,521 words
summary: "It's not like you can keep them both."
author's notes: originally a part of a comment!fic!spam that kind of spiraled out of control. anamuan demanded a happy threesome ending and I had to stand and deliver. XD This fic is purely a bizarre joke, so please read with a grain of salt. Cameos from nihongofrancais, tinyangl, 4_03_am, and maya_morning. ♥ As anamuan puts it, "All persons appearing are used sometimes without permission or knowledge. Except Nikki, who is still laughing."
She sighs contentedly, head resting against his chest, her fingers slipping lower until they are tracing the sharply defined curve of his hips. Ultimately it was his hips that were what attracted her more than anything else-more than finely manicured eyebrows, a shaped nose, or a strong jawline.
She can hear his breath hitch slightly in his chest, can feel it against her forehead as her bangs are gently tousled, and can't help but grin. She loves the effect she has on him, the power she has over this boy-yes,boy-who could command the will of thousands of ridiculously doe-eyed fangirls.
Kame's cell phone vibrates on the nightstand and he makes to reach for it, but she quickly straddles him, pinning him to the mattress with great ease. "What if it's work?" he insists.
She rolls her eyes, glancing at the alarm clock that reads 2:31 AM. "I bet it's Jin calling for his beloved Kame-chan."
Kame smirks as she leans in closer, mere centimeters separating their lips. "Jealous are we now, Nikki?"
"Hardly. Pi should be calling me any minute now anyway."
Nikki hardly is able to shut the front door behind herself before he's her pinned against it, kissing her hungrily. Ever the professional, she doesn't let out the yelp of surprise that echoes inside her and instead eagerly throws herself into the fray, kicking off one of her heeled sandals and twining her leg around his, drawing him closer.
They stay like that for a few moments, though she's sure she's got him thinking it's an eternity (one of her many skills), until he pulls away, panting heavily, forehead resting gently against hers. "What took you so long?" he whispers once he's managed to catch his breath.
"What took you so long to call?" Nikki turns the question on him. "You told me to wait for your call."
"Ryo insisted on ramen after the concert," YamaPi frowned slightly. "I couldn't say no."
"Sure you could have." Nikki smiles mischievously. "Just tell him you have a pretty, tight little girl to run off to. I'm sure he'd understand what with his libido and all."
YamaPi snickers. "Maybe I'll have him just call you next time and you can tell him for me."
"No problem. Maybe he can play too."
"You know, they don't actually pay me."
Peyton nods her head and sighs. "I know, I know. So you've told me time and time again. But don't you ever want to, I dunno, settle down with one of them?"
Nikki rolls her eyes lightly. "Says the girl who is boringly domestic with her boyfriend."
Peyton pouts, staring down into her white chocolate mocha. "You know, it's your fault we're together. You made me wear the red sweater, you made him knock over my latte! So you'll have to take blame for creating the boring."
"Okay, okay, fine." Nikki's waves off Peyton's predictably defensive babble. "But stop insisting I find domestic bliss or whatever the fuck that is. I'm young. Playing the field is important."
"Kamenashi-kun and Yamashita-kun at the same time? With them both knowing?"
Nikki shrugs. "It's healthy competition for them." She then smiles, remembering that morning's shower at YamaPi's before meeting up with Peyton for morning coffee. "Good and clean fun."
The new girl's name is Kami.
Nikki doesn't really like her much.
Originally, Peyton starts bringing her around to all the gatherings; apparently, she's one of Peyton's co-hosts on the many radio shows that she does. Appearance-wise, she's a nice girl, petite and bright, but something about her rubs Nikki the wrong way.
It takes her a bit to figure it out, but once she does, she can't go back to sleep and ends up calling Peyton.
"Hello?"
"It's the way she looks at Pi."
"...hah? What the fuck are you talking about? It's four in the morning, stupid."
YamaPi, who sleeps like the dead, hardly stirs at the phone conversation happening next to him in bed and only tightens his hold around Nikki's waist.
"I know why I don't like Kami. She looks at Pi like she's interested."
"...oh god. Is this going to be like that one time when you drove that Rhey girl away because she asked Kamenashi-kun out?" There's a pause as Nikki's hears a groggy male voice in the background and Peyton tells Kei to go back to sleep. "You really need to deal with your jealousy issues, Nikki. It's not like you can keep them both."
"Why not?"
Nikki likes to think she's a fairly rational person, hardly one to wear her heart on her sleeve.
Then Sarah shows up.
A friend of Jimmy Mackey's, she gets introduced to Kame by Jin one night when they are off clubbing in Roppongi and Nikki is off being banged by YamaPi in Shibuya. They were set to meet later than night after Kame finishes having his fun and needs a Nikki nightcap.
Nikki waits all night. Kame only comes home just as Nikki is getting ready to head off into the morning train rush to get to work.
He apologizes, she brushes it away, dismissing it like it's nothing. It's not like they are exclusively dating after all. She's not bothered at all.
Nikki cancels her lunch plans with Peyton and instead rides YamaPi in his car. She feels a little better afterward.
They don't officially meet until a week later when Nikki decides to go clubbing along with the rest of the gang because Peyton and a few of the other girls are going too. Even across the dim, smoky club, she can make out Kame's figure against the bar taking a tequila shot and some wide-eyed blonde girl saddled up next to him, chatting him up. And he's actually drunk enough to be playing along.
"Nikki?" Peyton's close enough to be heard over the blasting techno music. "Are you okay?"
Nikki can't even bring herself to answer and instead she runs out of the club.
Nikki's squatting on the sidewalk outside the club, face covered by her arms and she struggles to keep her composure (and to keep her makeup from running). She breathes in deeply, but the squeeze she feels on her heart and the emptiness of her stomach just won't go away.
A hand slides onto her shoulder and she automatically jerks away, losing her footing. The hand moves to quickly grab her arm, keeping her upright, and Nikki's silently grateful but she can't bring herself to look at her savior because she fears who it is.
"Nikki," YamaPi gently prods. "Why don't we go home?"
The two go home, and strangely, there is no sex. She curls to one side of the bed and YamaPi comfortingly spoons her, asking nothing more of her.
Late the next morning, Nikki pads into the kitchen to find both YamaPi and Kame.
Kame's clearly hungover, resting his head on the cool marble kitchen counter, pallor a bit pale and eyes barely open. YamaPi's standing on the other side of the island, eating from a bowl of cereal.
A part of Nikki wants to reach out and comfort the sick Kame, but another part still remembers the sting and hurt of what she saw last night. She neither advances further into the kitchen nor runs away. She stands still.
"You're awake." YamaPi smiles at her, and she gives him a small smile back. She loves YamaPi's smiles. So rare, but so genuinely beautiful. "He's here for you." YamaPi motions to beached Kame.
"...ughh, not so loud," Kame moans, slowly lifting his head from the counter.
Nikki resists the urge to frown at Kame (for fear of becoming like Peyton). "You have fun with your friend last night?" she asks cavalierly.
"I didn't do anything with Sarah," Kame insists, holding his hand against his head. "Really. You can ask anyone who was there. Even Peyton can vouch for me."
Nikki shrugs, letting his heavy words just roll off her back. "Then what were you doing?"
"Getting myself drunk enough to ask her how exactly I should go about fixing up a threesome with my girlfriend and her other boyfriend."
Nikki blinks, narrows her eyes, and then looks past Kame at YamaPi who's finishing off his cereal. "He's serious. He came over, banging on the door, practically screaming it in the hallway."
Nikki can't help but softly snicker at the thought. "How unlike you, Kame."
"This whole situation is totally not like me," he returns, and Nikki finds herself impressed with how coherent Kame is despite his ugly-looking hangover. "But I want you. And I'll do anything to keep you."
For the first time in a long time, Nikki thinks she might be speechless. She's wanted this for so long, but never really known how to it fix it (and admittedly, been lazy about it). And now, it's happening, that is if...
"Pi?" She looks back to YamaPi again.
YamaPi sets his bowl down and shrugs, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "You've always said competition was good for the spirit, Nikki. This could be very good for our spirit."
the end.
author: nihongofrancais
pairing: Kame/anamuan/YamaPi
rating: R
word count: 1,521 words
summary: "It's not like you can keep them both."
author's notes: originally a part of a comment!fic!spam that kind of spiraled out of control. anamuan demanded a happy threesome ending and I had to stand and deliver. XD This fic is purely a bizarre joke, so please read with a grain of salt. Cameos from nihongofrancais, tinyangl, 4_03_am, and maya_morning. ♥ As anamuan puts it, "All persons appearing are used sometimes without permission or knowledge. Except Nikki, who is still laughing."
She sighs contentedly, head resting against his chest, her fingers slipping lower until they are tracing the sharply defined curve of his hips. Ultimately it was his hips that were what attracted her more than anything else-more than finely manicured eyebrows, a shaped nose, or a strong jawline.
She can hear his breath hitch slightly in his chest, can feel it against her forehead as her bangs are gently tousled, and can't help but grin. She loves the effect she has on him, the power she has over this boy-yes,boy-who could command the will of thousands of ridiculously doe-eyed fangirls.
Kame's cell phone vibrates on the nightstand and he makes to reach for it, but she quickly straddles him, pinning him to the mattress with great ease. "What if it's work?" he insists.
She rolls her eyes, glancing at the alarm clock that reads 2:31 AM. "I bet it's Jin calling for his beloved Kame-chan."
Kame smirks as she leans in closer, mere centimeters separating their lips. "Jealous are we now, Nikki?"
"Hardly. Pi should be calling me any minute now anyway."
Nikki hardly is able to shut the front door behind herself before he's her pinned against it, kissing her hungrily. Ever the professional, she doesn't let out the yelp of surprise that echoes inside her and instead eagerly throws herself into the fray, kicking off one of her heeled sandals and twining her leg around his, drawing him closer.
They stay like that for a few moments, though she's sure she's got him thinking it's an eternity (one of her many skills), until he pulls away, panting heavily, forehead resting gently against hers. "What took you so long?" he whispers once he's managed to catch his breath.
"What took you so long to call?" Nikki turns the question on him. "You told me to wait for your call."
"Ryo insisted on ramen after the concert," YamaPi frowned slightly. "I couldn't say no."
"Sure you could have." Nikki smiles mischievously. "Just tell him you have a pretty, tight little girl to run off to. I'm sure he'd understand what with his libido and all."
YamaPi snickers. "Maybe I'll have him just call you next time and you can tell him for me."
"No problem. Maybe he can play too."
"You know, they don't actually pay me."
Peyton nods her head and sighs. "I know, I know. So you've told me time and time again. But don't you ever want to, I dunno, settle down with one of them?"
Nikki rolls her eyes lightly. "Says the girl who is boringly domestic with her boyfriend."
Peyton pouts, staring down into her white chocolate mocha. "You know, it's your fault we're together. You made me wear the red sweater, you made him knock over my latte! So you'll have to take blame for creating the boring."
"Okay, okay, fine." Nikki's waves off Peyton's predictably defensive babble. "But stop insisting I find domestic bliss or whatever the fuck that is. I'm young. Playing the field is important."
"Kamenashi-kun and Yamashita-kun at the same time? With them both knowing?"
Nikki shrugs. "It's healthy competition for them." She then smiles, remembering that morning's shower at YamaPi's before meeting up with Peyton for morning coffee. "Good and clean fun."
The new girl's name is Kami.
Nikki doesn't really like her much.
Originally, Peyton starts bringing her around to all the gatherings; apparently, she's one of Peyton's co-hosts on the many radio shows that she does. Appearance-wise, she's a nice girl, petite and bright, but something about her rubs Nikki the wrong way.
It takes her a bit to figure it out, but once she does, she can't go back to sleep and ends up calling Peyton.
"Hello?"
"It's the way she looks at Pi."
"...hah? What the fuck are you talking about? It's four in the morning, stupid."
YamaPi, who sleeps like the dead, hardly stirs at the phone conversation happening next to him in bed and only tightens his hold around Nikki's waist.
"I know why I don't like Kami. She looks at Pi like she's interested."
"...oh god. Is this going to be like that one time when you drove that Rhey girl away because she asked Kamenashi-kun out?" There's a pause as Nikki's hears a groggy male voice in the background and Peyton tells Kei to go back to sleep. "You really need to deal with your jealousy issues, Nikki. It's not like you can keep them both."
"Why not?"
Nikki likes to think she's a fairly rational person, hardly one to wear her heart on her sleeve.
Then Sarah shows up.
A friend of Jimmy Mackey's, she gets introduced to Kame by Jin one night when they are off clubbing in Roppongi and Nikki is off being banged by YamaPi in Shibuya. They were set to meet later than night after Kame finishes having his fun and needs a Nikki nightcap.
Nikki waits all night. Kame only comes home just as Nikki is getting ready to head off into the morning train rush to get to work.
He apologizes, she brushes it away, dismissing it like it's nothing. It's not like they are exclusively dating after all. She's not bothered at all.
Nikki cancels her lunch plans with Peyton and instead rides YamaPi in his car. She feels a little better afterward.
They don't officially meet until a week later when Nikki decides to go clubbing along with the rest of the gang because Peyton and a few of the other girls are going too. Even across the dim, smoky club, she can make out Kame's figure against the bar taking a tequila shot and some wide-eyed blonde girl saddled up next to him, chatting him up. And he's actually drunk enough to be playing along.
"Nikki?" Peyton's close enough to be heard over the blasting techno music. "Are you okay?"
Nikki can't even bring herself to answer and instead she runs out of the club.
Nikki's squatting on the sidewalk outside the club, face covered by her arms and she struggles to keep her composure (and to keep her makeup from running). She breathes in deeply, but the squeeze she feels on her heart and the emptiness of her stomach just won't go away.
A hand slides onto her shoulder and she automatically jerks away, losing her footing. The hand moves to quickly grab her arm, keeping her upright, and Nikki's silently grateful but she can't bring herself to look at her savior because she fears who it is.
"Nikki," YamaPi gently prods. "Why don't we go home?"
The two go home, and strangely, there is no sex. She curls to one side of the bed and YamaPi comfortingly spoons her, asking nothing more of her.
Late the next morning, Nikki pads into the kitchen to find both YamaPi and Kame.
Kame's clearly hungover, resting his head on the cool marble kitchen counter, pallor a bit pale and eyes barely open. YamaPi's standing on the other side of the island, eating from a bowl of cereal.
A part of Nikki wants to reach out and comfort the sick Kame, but another part still remembers the sting and hurt of what she saw last night. She neither advances further into the kitchen nor runs away. She stands still.
"You're awake." YamaPi smiles at her, and she gives him a small smile back. She loves YamaPi's smiles. So rare, but so genuinely beautiful. "He's here for you." YamaPi motions to beached Kame.
"...ughh, not so loud," Kame moans, slowly lifting his head from the counter.
Nikki resists the urge to frown at Kame (for fear of becoming like Peyton). "You have fun with your friend last night?" she asks cavalierly.
"I didn't do anything with Sarah," Kame insists, holding his hand against his head. "Really. You can ask anyone who was there. Even Peyton can vouch for me."
Nikki shrugs, letting his heavy words just roll off her back. "Then what were you doing?"
"Getting myself drunk enough to ask her how exactly I should go about fixing up a threesome with my girlfriend and her other boyfriend."
Nikki blinks, narrows her eyes, and then looks past Kame at YamaPi who's finishing off his cereal. "He's serious. He came over, banging on the door, practically screaming it in the hallway."
Nikki can't help but softly snicker at the thought. "How unlike you, Kame."
"This whole situation is totally not like me," he returns, and Nikki finds herself impressed with how coherent Kame is despite his ugly-looking hangover. "But I want you. And I'll do anything to keep you."
For the first time in a long time, Nikki thinks she might be speechless. She's wanted this for so long, but never really known how to it fix it (and admittedly, been lazy about it). And now, it's happening, that is if...
"Pi?" She looks back to YamaPi again.
YamaPi sets his bowl down and shrugs, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "You've always said competition was good for the spirit, Nikki. This could be very good for our spirit."
the end.