[one-shots] Fics memes : 3 of them
Second and last batch. The two first ones are porny, the last one is... simply boring, I'd say. Ah-ah.
Title : Party for Two (one-shot)
Pairing : Murakami Shingo/Ohkura Tadayoshi yum, Hina!porn.
Rating : NC-17. it's definitely PWP.
Genre : Humor / Smut.
NB : Some anon-san wanted a slutty!Tacchon having his way with Hina. I can't remember if the car was requested, but well... I love this one, eheh... Unbeta'ed, brain too fried.
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Murakami was walking straight to his car after a long day of work when he saw Ohkura. Who was almost sprawled on his damn car. Nandeyanen?
- Can you tell me what you're doing?
Tacchon immediately jumped off the car, dashing to his older friend with a wide smile.
- Hina-chan, let's go party!
- I'm sorry?
- Come oooon, I want to have fun!
Hina tried not to hear the sluttish tone in those words, and sighed.
- But why me? Why don't you ask Yasu, I'm sure he'll-
A frustrated growl later, Ohkura had Hina back against the nearest wall, hands under his shirt. Hina thought it wasn't time to be aroused. Or maybe it was. Anyway, it was too late, because Tacchon's sudden behavior was turning him on like mad.
- Okay, said the youngest while running his fingers up and down Hina's perfectly muscled chest, if you don't want to come with me, I guess I'll have you here.
- You'll... Have me?
Ohkura grinned like a Cheshire cat and bent to lick on his friend's neck.
- Or if you want, he murmured into the skin, you can have me... I heard you have a pretty impressive cock, I wonder how it would feel inside of me...
- Oh god...
Letting his head fall back against the concrete wall, Murakami closed his eyes. He would like that, so much. And now even more as Tacchon was alternating bites and licks on his skin, and suddenly biting him hard just under his jaw, making him squirm and moan.
- Okay, okay, I get it, into the car, now…
Ohkura smiled like a kid and almost ran to the vehicle. Hina followed him, getting in the driver's seat, before seeing his bandmate going on the back-seat, licking his lips on purpose.
- What? Uh, no, no-no-no, we're not doing it in the parking lot, anyone could pass by and...
- So how about you get your pretty ass here while no one's around? I swear it's getting really hot in my pants, you should come and take a look.
Hina restrained himself from tsukkomi the drummer, and looked around. Well, it was half-past nine, so there wasn't going to be much people anyway...
By the time he was agreeing with himself and going in the back-seat, Ohkura was already half-naked, wasting no time. He barely had anytime to do the same that the younger one was attacking his belt, un-buttoning his pants.
- Okay, when did you get so impatient to sleep with me?
- Since the first time I saw you in those jeans, answered Tacchon, tugging at said jeans to get them down. You can't possibly imagine what I want to do to you when you have them on.
- What, gulped Hina, what do you want to do to me?
- That.
And for a better example, Ohkura bent down and took Hina's cock in his mouth, getting straight to the point. The older man could do nothing but squirm and moan, trapped in the cramped space and held firmly by the hips. Tacchon's lips around him felt wonderful, and the way he was playing with his tongue was making him dizzy. He knew he would come right now and there if his friend kept this pace.
- W-wait... Didn't you want to... Be fucked?
This was apparently the right thing to say as Tacchon's mouth left his painfully hard cock to kiss him hard, hands moving to definitely remove his shirt.
Next thing Shingo knew, Ohkura had a condom in hand - Hina didn't even bother wondering where the hell it was coming from - and was putting it on Hina's cock with long and calculated strokes, along with licking at his neck, never stopping the dirty talk.
- Oh god this is so big... I'm gonna feel it so well, when you'll be all inside of me, stretching me wide and fucking me good... Do you want me? Do you want to pound into me, Hina-chan?
Currently unable to talk, Hina grabbed Tacchon's hips as an answer and pulled him out of his pants, before making him sit in his lap.
- Ride me...
- Oh you bet I will.
With one swift move, Ohkura downed himself on Hina's cock, wincing at the light pain but never stopping, nails scratching at Murakami's shoulders. Once he was full, he stopped for a few seconds, before beginning his motions, fast and hard, head thrown back and moaning like a whore. Hina couldn't resist at this, and started to thrust up as hard as he could with the front seats restraining his moves and blocking his knees.
- Come on, whined Tacchon, take me deep, make me scream, please...
Hina groaned and found a way to pound in his friend like he wanted, back arched off the back-seat; this was apparently the right way to go as Tacchon's moans turned into high-pitched screams, fingers gripping and scratching on Hina's neck, his breathing now erratic, while his other hand was stroking his cock fast.
- Tatsu... I'm close...
- Come in me... I... I wanna feel you coming in me...
The words alone were enough to send the older man off the edge, with a few last thrusts and a low moan, eyes tightly shut. Just when he was coming down of his high, he felt something sticky on his abs, and realized that Tacchon had come too. The drummer landed unceremoniously on his older friend, kissing his neck lightly.
- Thank you, Hina-chan...
- No problem... But you better pray... Because if someone saw us...
Ohkura just giggled at that.
.OWARI.
******
Title : That Damn Outfit (one-shot)
Pairing : Yokoyama Yuu/Sakurai Sho
Rating : NC-17. am I always writing Yoko in porn? yes.
Genre : Smut / Humor.
NB : I've always wanted to write some Quizz Show 2 related porn. The anon-san requesting gave me the best opportunity ever. Unbeta'ed, for the same reason stated in the previous one-shot.
But, when he got into the Quiz Show, he wouldn't have thought that it would be this hard. And it wasn't because of the acting part. -'>******
As far as dramas were concerned, Yoko always thought it was easy. Acting wasn't really a problem for him, and the roles he was given were far from being difficult.
But, when he got into the Quiz Show, he wouldn't have thought that it would be this hard.
And it wasn't because of the acting part.
More because of Sho, and mostly because of that costume.
At first it was only a problem of attention; his eyes got caught too many times by the outfit than he dared say, but it was still okay. Then he started to think about it even when he wasn't in the same room. And finally he dreamt about it. Now, everytime he was seeing his mates dressed like that, he was having a goddamn hard-on in less than a second.
He couldn't quite explain it, but this was driving him crazy, crazy of lust and want, and it was even harder when they had to be together in the same scene, because this implied Yoko thinking about Sho in the outfit with his face flushed and his eyes burning and-
Damn it, not again.
Closing the script and putting off his glasses, Yoko sighed and tried to think about something else, but this wasn't easy, even more when his co-star was sleeping peacefully on the couch next to him -but at least he wasn't wearing that goddamn thing-and ooooh, here we go again, soldier mini-Yoko standing proud and ready to fight.
Facepalming with all his might, he stood up and went to the bathroom, deciding that a little of release would be great. But when he came back, Sho was awake and-
- Why are you already dressed up?
The younger man looked up and smiled.
- Oh, here you are. I just wanted to rehearse a bit, and it helps when I'm wearing-
Yoko didn't even listen, eyes glued to the shiny-sparkling texture, scanning every curves of the body in front of him.
- Hmm, Yokoyama-kun? Is there something on my outfit?
Blushing slightly, Yoko adverted his gaze.
- Ah, uh, sorry, I wasn't-you were saying?
Sakurai frowned.
- Are you alright? You look a bit… I don't know, lemme see.
Walking to his friend, Sho put a hand on Yoko's head, checking he wasn't having a fever.
- Uh, no, you seem alright…
During the whole process, Yuu just stayed still, not trusting his body to remain under his control, and actually doing anything with a new hard-on wasn't really a good idea.
- Yokoyama… Do you feel-
Too late. The brush of the fabric against his body had him turning wild in a moment, grabbing at Sho's wrists and backing him against the nearest surface, which happened to be the table. Sho produced a nice squealing sound out of surprise, and Yoko grinned.
- I feel, he finally said, rather hot, yeah. But it's not fever.
And he wasn't even feeling shy from saying this. The world was acting weird today.
- Yo-Yokoyama…
Admiring the nice pink color coming on his co-star's cheeks, Yuu bent down and licked his lips before stealing Sho's own for a kiss. At first trying to push him away, Sakurai finally had to admit that it was a seriously hot kiss, and Yoko's tongue was doing wonders, and no he didn't moaned, or maybe he did. Okay, he even did it again, but who could have known that the older of all Kanjanis would be this good with his hands?
…wait, what?
- No-no-no, Sho said breathlessly, pushing Yoko as much as he could, don't do this-the outfit, you're going to-
- It's okay, Yokoyama murmured in his ear, making him shiver, I'll be very careful.
- O-okay…
Gulping, he turned a bit his head to allow more access to his neck, and Yuu realized that his friend was actually far more submissive than he would have thought. Licking and biting lightly at the flesh offered to him, he started to unbutton Sho's pants, while his other hand grabbed at Sho's butt, massaging it through the fabric, making the other man moan and pant surprisingly quick.
His surprise didn't stop here, as soon Sakurai was trying to get him off his clothes, pulling at the shirt with an annoyed sound. But Yoko had other plans.
- No, I want you full clothed.
Sho hissed and groaned. Yoko grinned and licked at the other man's ear-shell.
- I want to take you with your costume on, like if we were the real Honma and Kamiyama, fucking on the set of the show… Would you like that?
Sho moaned, louder this time, and rubbed himself against Yoko's body. This was perfect.
- Turn around.
And the Arashi member did, not even objecting nor complaining, bending over the table with uneven breathing and fingers shaking. When Yuu finally pushed Sho's pants out of the way, he chuckled.
- What, no underwear? I didn't know you were going commando.
He started stroking the other man's erection steadily, thumbing the tip and eliciting beautiful moans and gasps from Sho, while, with his other hand, he was taking off his own jeans and underwear. When he started to rub his own hard-on against Sho's ass, this one backed off, seeking more friction, sweat running on his forehead and skin flushed. Yoko would never had thought he would be this easy to get his co-star turned on.
Soon enough, though, he was being the one of the edge. This outfit against his skin was making him dizzy, and Sho's smell was addictive.
- Lube, he growled.
- Wait…
Sakurai bent even more, stretching across the table to grab a tube and give it to Yuu.
- What, hand lotion?
- That's all I have… Didn't thought I would sleep with anyone…
Grinning, Yoko didn't argue more and took some of the substance onto his fingers, before directing them straight to Sho's hole. Preparing him slowly -contrasting a lot with the quick pace they had since he got out of the bathroom- he kept on stroking him and taking care of him, not wanting to hurt his friend, and actually all this foreplay was arousing him even more, making him achingly hard, little bits of precome already smearing Sho's butt as he was grinding against him.
- N-now, please, I can't-
Taking a deep breath, Yoko pulled his fingers out of Sho's cavern and lubed his cock before starting to thrust inside him. Going slow was torturous, but judging on Sho's grunts and hisses, going faster would be a mistake. Once he got fully seated, he waited for the other man to adjust, and moved in and out experimentally. Sakurai groaned.
- Do I hurt you?
Sho shook his head.
- No, it's just- I'm not used to it, it's a bit uncomfortable, but-Please, keep going…
Yoko nodded and went a wee bit faster. He kept his pace for a while, enjoying the feeling that was giving him, but then Sho shifted a bit forward and bent a bit more, and a squeal escaped his lips. Yuu smiled.
- Good?
- Faster-please…
No need to say it twice; Yoko got a firm grip of Sho's hips and started to thrust far more quickly, and even harder, delighted in the sounds Sho was making under him.
Slowly his pace turned erratic, skin slapping against skin and moans coming from them both; his eyes weren't leaving the body writhing under him, the outfit still attracting his gaze like a butterfly attracted by light, and his brain shut off as he started to pound mercilessly inside his co-star, not even caring about anything else than the absolutely awesome feeling of this moment.
Though he wasn't the only one far too gone to care, as Sho was stroking himself in rhythm with the way he was being fucked, and when he raised his gaze and saw his own reflection in the mirror, and Yokoyama taking him deeply, when he saw Honma fucking Kamiyama, he was done, coming with a loud moan on the table and his fingers, not caring that some of his semen had gotten onto the outfit. The action brought Yoko to and end too, and he came hard, fingers gripping almost painfully on Sho's hips, with a grunt, before falling unceremoniously on his friend.
A few minutes later, yawning and sighing contently, they were both back on the couch, the costume back on his hanger and Sho back in his clothes, sated and sleepy, while Yoko was grinning stupidly and satisfied.
- T'was about time you do something, Sakurai growled before falling asleep, his head on Yuu's shoulder.
- Uh?
- Nevermind…
Yoko just shrugged and fell asleep too. Sho was really full of surprises.
.OWARI.
******
Title : Happy New Year (one-shot)
Pairing : none.
Characters : KanjaniEIGHT. yes, that means Eitos + Uchi.
Rating : PG-13. wow, no more smut.
Genre : Hurt&Comfort / Humore / idek.
NB : Oh crap, my first (and only) Uchi-centric fic, Countdown-related. I guess the anon-san wanted a bit of smut, but oops, for once I didn't make them hump each other. Might be a bit over-dramatic though. Unbeta'ed, just because.
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It would have been a perfectly happy night if he hadn't watched the screen. But he did.
Uchi got stuck for a few seconds watching as Kanjani8 were having fun in Osaka, for their own Countdown, and his happiness got crushed.
I should be there too, he thought. I should be with them, not in Tokyo as a junior.
Dark memories came back to him, and even if he did his best at dancing and everything this night, the sadness was still here, inside of him, fully back after all these years. If only he had been more careful, if only he wouldn't have made the same mistake twice…
His mind wandered after the show, while he was standing in the changing room. He thought at how it would be, being a Eito. He would have been in Osaka with them, dressed as a ninja or as the Pink Ranger. He would have sing all those new songs they have, all so great. He would have been part of a REAL unit, back with the only guys he could really call friends back then.
His dreams disappeared when he looked around him. Juniors, more juniors, and even more juniors, not to mention the kids who had debuted by now, while he would be stuck in the lower level all his life; or, if he was lucky, maybe he'll debut too… As an addition to Question?, or to FiVe.
Uchi sighed.
It was pathetic how he destroyed his own life.
At least he could always sing and dance, but… This was nothing, compared to what he was living before.
He got out of the room just in time to hide his tears.
Later this night, when his cellphone rang, he was half-asleep on his sofa and still mourning over his lost unit. Not even looking at who the hell could be calling at two in the morning, he growled :
- Yeah?
- Hey, Hiro-kun, it's meeee!
Jumping on his feet and fully awake in a second, Uchi smiled.
- Yokocho?
- Happy new yeaaaar!
- Ah, yeah-Happy new year to you too, but-
- Say, we're having a party, want to join?
The younger man sighed.
- I'd like to, but it's too far, don't you think? And I-
- Ah, that's what I thought, hang on…
There were noises in the background voices talking behind Yoko, and Uchi jumped, this time in surprise, when someone knocked at his door. Still gripping on his phone, he walked to the entry, expecting some drunkards to be lost in the building, but when he opened-
- HAPPY NEW YEAR HIRO-CHAAAN!
-he got literally assaulted by a bear-like hug, coming from Maruyama Ryuhei himself. Behind Maru, there were Ohkura and Subaru carrying food, and the other Eitos were here too; wriggling his eyebrows Yokoyama winked at their former member.
- So, how do you like our party?
Uchi let go of his cellphone, letting it hit the floor without even caring, and hugged back, grinning from ears to ears.
- But-what are you doing here? I mean-
- You'll always be a Kanjani8 member to us, Murakami told him with a smile. So this party couldn't have been a real one without you.
- If one is missing, everybody's missing, Yasu chirped cheerfully.
- And you're drunk, Ryo pointed out.
Shota just giggled and pushed Maru so he could hug Uchi too.
Finally, that was the best New Year's Eve, ever.
.OWARI.
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All done. Coming soon : a chaptered fic, and more one-shot sleeping in my hard-drive. Also, a lot of HinaYasu. Don't ask. (Tati, I can hear you mocking me from behind your screen)
Title : Party for Two (one-shot)
Pairing : Murakami Shingo/Ohkura Tadayoshi yum, Hina!porn.
Rating : NC-17. it's definitely PWP.
Genre : Humor / Smut.
NB : Some anon-san wanted a slutty!Tacchon having his way with Hina. I can't remember if the car was requested, but well... I love this one, eheh... Unbeta'ed, brain too fried.
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Murakami was walking straight to his car after a long day of work when he saw Ohkura. Who was almost sprawled on his damn car. Nandeyanen?
- Can you tell me what you're doing?
Tacchon immediately jumped off the car, dashing to his older friend with a wide smile.
- Hina-chan, let's go party!
- I'm sorry?
- Come oooon, I want to have fun!
Hina tried not to hear the sluttish tone in those words, and sighed.
- But why me? Why don't you ask Yasu, I'm sure he'll-
A frustrated growl later, Ohkura had Hina back against the nearest wall, hands under his shirt. Hina thought it wasn't time to be aroused. Or maybe it was. Anyway, it was too late, because Tacchon's sudden behavior was turning him on like mad.
- Okay, said the youngest while running his fingers up and down Hina's perfectly muscled chest, if you don't want to come with me, I guess I'll have you here.
- You'll... Have me?
Ohkura grinned like a Cheshire cat and bent to lick on his friend's neck.
- Or if you want, he murmured into the skin, you can have me... I heard you have a pretty impressive cock, I wonder how it would feel inside of me...
- Oh god...
Letting his head fall back against the concrete wall, Murakami closed his eyes. He would like that, so much. And now even more as Tacchon was alternating bites and licks on his skin, and suddenly biting him hard just under his jaw, making him squirm and moan.
- Okay, okay, I get it, into the car, now…
Ohkura smiled like a kid and almost ran to the vehicle. Hina followed him, getting in the driver's seat, before seeing his bandmate going on the back-seat, licking his lips on purpose.
- What? Uh, no, no-no-no, we're not doing it in the parking lot, anyone could pass by and...
- So how about you get your pretty ass here while no one's around? I swear it's getting really hot in my pants, you should come and take a look.
Hina restrained himself from tsukkomi the drummer, and looked around. Well, it was half-past nine, so there wasn't going to be much people anyway...
By the time he was agreeing with himself and going in the back-seat, Ohkura was already half-naked, wasting no time. He barely had anytime to do the same that the younger one was attacking his belt, un-buttoning his pants.
- Okay, when did you get so impatient to sleep with me?
- Since the first time I saw you in those jeans, answered Tacchon, tugging at said jeans to get them down. You can't possibly imagine what I want to do to you when you have them on.
- What, gulped Hina, what do you want to do to me?
- That.
And for a better example, Ohkura bent down and took Hina's cock in his mouth, getting straight to the point. The older man could do nothing but squirm and moan, trapped in the cramped space and held firmly by the hips. Tacchon's lips around him felt wonderful, and the way he was playing with his tongue was making him dizzy. He knew he would come right now and there if his friend kept this pace.
- W-wait... Didn't you want to... Be fucked?
This was apparently the right thing to say as Tacchon's mouth left his painfully hard cock to kiss him hard, hands moving to definitely remove his shirt.
Next thing Shingo knew, Ohkura had a condom in hand - Hina didn't even bother wondering where the hell it was coming from - and was putting it on Hina's cock with long and calculated strokes, along with licking at his neck, never stopping the dirty talk.
- Oh god this is so big... I'm gonna feel it so well, when you'll be all inside of me, stretching me wide and fucking me good... Do you want me? Do you want to pound into me, Hina-chan?
Currently unable to talk, Hina grabbed Tacchon's hips as an answer and pulled him out of his pants, before making him sit in his lap.
- Ride me...
- Oh you bet I will.
With one swift move, Ohkura downed himself on Hina's cock, wincing at the light pain but never stopping, nails scratching at Murakami's shoulders. Once he was full, he stopped for a few seconds, before beginning his motions, fast and hard, head thrown back and moaning like a whore. Hina couldn't resist at this, and started to thrust up as hard as he could with the front seats restraining his moves and blocking his knees.
- Come on, whined Tacchon, take me deep, make me scream, please...
Hina groaned and found a way to pound in his friend like he wanted, back arched off the back-seat; this was apparently the right way to go as Tacchon's moans turned into high-pitched screams, fingers gripping and scratching on Hina's neck, his breathing now erratic, while his other hand was stroking his cock fast.
- Tatsu... I'm close...
- Come in me... I... I wanna feel you coming in me...
The words alone were enough to send the older man off the edge, with a few last thrusts and a low moan, eyes tightly shut. Just when he was coming down of his high, he felt something sticky on his abs, and realized that Tacchon had come too. The drummer landed unceremoniously on his older friend, kissing his neck lightly.
- Thank you, Hina-chan...
- No problem... But you better pray... Because if someone saw us...
Ohkura just giggled at that.
.OWARI.
******
Title : That Damn Outfit (one-shot)
Pairing : Yokoyama Yuu/Sakurai Sho
Rating : NC-17. am I always writing Yoko in porn? yes.
Genre : Smut / Humor.
NB : I've always wanted to write some Quizz Show 2 related porn. The anon-san requesting gave me the best opportunity ever. Unbeta'ed, for the same reason stated in the previous one-shot.
But, when he got into the Quiz Show, he wouldn't have thought that it would be this hard. And it wasn't because of the acting part. -'>******
As far as dramas were concerned, Yoko always thought it was easy. Acting wasn't really a problem for him, and the roles he was given were far from being difficult.
But, when he got into the Quiz Show, he wouldn't have thought that it would be this hard.
And it wasn't because of the acting part.
More because of Sho, and mostly because of that costume.
At first it was only a problem of attention; his eyes got caught too many times by the outfit than he dared say, but it was still okay. Then he started to think about it even when he wasn't in the same room. And finally he dreamt about it. Now, everytime he was seeing his mates dressed like that, he was having a goddamn hard-on in less than a second.
He couldn't quite explain it, but this was driving him crazy, crazy of lust and want, and it was even harder when they had to be together in the same scene, because this implied Yoko thinking about Sho in the outfit with his face flushed and his eyes burning and-
Damn it, not again.
Closing the script and putting off his glasses, Yoko sighed and tried to think about something else, but this wasn't easy, even more when his co-star was sleeping peacefully on the couch next to him -but at least he wasn't wearing that goddamn thing-and ooooh, here we go again, soldier mini-Yoko standing proud and ready to fight.
Facepalming with all his might, he stood up and went to the bathroom, deciding that a little of release would be great. But when he came back, Sho was awake and-
- Why are you already dressed up?
The younger man looked up and smiled.
- Oh, here you are. I just wanted to rehearse a bit, and it helps when I'm wearing-
Yoko didn't even listen, eyes glued to the shiny-sparkling texture, scanning every curves of the body in front of him.
- Hmm, Yokoyama-kun? Is there something on my outfit?
Blushing slightly, Yoko adverted his gaze.
- Ah, uh, sorry, I wasn't-you were saying?
Sakurai frowned.
- Are you alright? You look a bit… I don't know, lemme see.
Walking to his friend, Sho put a hand on Yoko's head, checking he wasn't having a fever.
- Uh, no, you seem alright…
During the whole process, Yuu just stayed still, not trusting his body to remain under his control, and actually doing anything with a new hard-on wasn't really a good idea.
- Yokoyama… Do you feel-
Too late. The brush of the fabric against his body had him turning wild in a moment, grabbing at Sho's wrists and backing him against the nearest surface, which happened to be the table. Sho produced a nice squealing sound out of surprise, and Yoko grinned.
- I feel, he finally said, rather hot, yeah. But it's not fever.
And he wasn't even feeling shy from saying this. The world was acting weird today.
- Yo-Yokoyama…
Admiring the nice pink color coming on his co-star's cheeks, Yuu bent down and licked his lips before stealing Sho's own for a kiss. At first trying to push him away, Sakurai finally had to admit that it was a seriously hot kiss, and Yoko's tongue was doing wonders, and no he didn't moaned, or maybe he did. Okay, he even did it again, but who could have known that the older of all Kanjanis would be this good with his hands?
…wait, what?
- No-no-no, Sho said breathlessly, pushing Yoko as much as he could, don't do this-the outfit, you're going to-
- It's okay, Yokoyama murmured in his ear, making him shiver, I'll be very careful.
- O-okay…
Gulping, he turned a bit his head to allow more access to his neck, and Yuu realized that his friend was actually far more submissive than he would have thought. Licking and biting lightly at the flesh offered to him, he started to unbutton Sho's pants, while his other hand grabbed at Sho's butt, massaging it through the fabric, making the other man moan and pant surprisingly quick.
His surprise didn't stop here, as soon Sakurai was trying to get him off his clothes, pulling at the shirt with an annoyed sound. But Yoko had other plans.
- No, I want you full clothed.
Sho hissed and groaned. Yoko grinned and licked at the other man's ear-shell.
- I want to take you with your costume on, like if we were the real Honma and Kamiyama, fucking on the set of the show… Would you like that?
Sho moaned, louder this time, and rubbed himself against Yoko's body. This was perfect.
- Turn around.
And the Arashi member did, not even objecting nor complaining, bending over the table with uneven breathing and fingers shaking. When Yuu finally pushed Sho's pants out of the way, he chuckled.
- What, no underwear? I didn't know you were going commando.
He started stroking the other man's erection steadily, thumbing the tip and eliciting beautiful moans and gasps from Sho, while, with his other hand, he was taking off his own jeans and underwear. When he started to rub his own hard-on against Sho's ass, this one backed off, seeking more friction, sweat running on his forehead and skin flushed. Yoko would never had thought he would be this easy to get his co-star turned on.
Soon enough, though, he was being the one of the edge. This outfit against his skin was making him dizzy, and Sho's smell was addictive.
- Lube, he growled.
- Wait…
Sakurai bent even more, stretching across the table to grab a tube and give it to Yuu.
- What, hand lotion?
- That's all I have… Didn't thought I would sleep with anyone…
Grinning, Yoko didn't argue more and took some of the substance onto his fingers, before directing them straight to Sho's hole. Preparing him slowly -contrasting a lot with the quick pace they had since he got out of the bathroom- he kept on stroking him and taking care of him, not wanting to hurt his friend, and actually all this foreplay was arousing him even more, making him achingly hard, little bits of precome already smearing Sho's butt as he was grinding against him.
- N-now, please, I can't-
Taking a deep breath, Yoko pulled his fingers out of Sho's cavern and lubed his cock before starting to thrust inside him. Going slow was torturous, but judging on Sho's grunts and hisses, going faster would be a mistake. Once he got fully seated, he waited for the other man to adjust, and moved in and out experimentally. Sakurai groaned.
- Do I hurt you?
Sho shook his head.
- No, it's just- I'm not used to it, it's a bit uncomfortable, but-Please, keep going…
Yoko nodded and went a wee bit faster. He kept his pace for a while, enjoying the feeling that was giving him, but then Sho shifted a bit forward and bent a bit more, and a squeal escaped his lips. Yuu smiled.
- Good?
- Faster-please…
No need to say it twice; Yoko got a firm grip of Sho's hips and started to thrust far more quickly, and even harder, delighted in the sounds Sho was making under him.
Slowly his pace turned erratic, skin slapping against skin and moans coming from them both; his eyes weren't leaving the body writhing under him, the outfit still attracting his gaze like a butterfly attracted by light, and his brain shut off as he started to pound mercilessly inside his co-star, not even caring about anything else than the absolutely awesome feeling of this moment.
Though he wasn't the only one far too gone to care, as Sho was stroking himself in rhythm with the way he was being fucked, and when he raised his gaze and saw his own reflection in the mirror, and Yokoyama taking him deeply, when he saw Honma fucking Kamiyama, he was done, coming with a loud moan on the table and his fingers, not caring that some of his semen had gotten onto the outfit. The action brought Yoko to and end too, and he came hard, fingers gripping almost painfully on Sho's hips, with a grunt, before falling unceremoniously on his friend.
A few minutes later, yawning and sighing contently, they were both back on the couch, the costume back on his hanger and Sho back in his clothes, sated and sleepy, while Yoko was grinning stupidly and satisfied.
- T'was about time you do something, Sakurai growled before falling asleep, his head on Yuu's shoulder.
- Uh?
- Nevermind…
Yoko just shrugged and fell asleep too. Sho was really full of surprises.
.OWARI.
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Title : Happy New Year (one-shot)
Pairing : none.
Characters : KanjaniEIGHT. yes, that means Eitos + Uchi.
Rating : PG-13. wow, no more smut.
Genre : Hurt&Comfort / Humore / idek.
NB : Oh crap, my first (and only) Uchi-centric fic, Countdown-related. I guess the anon-san wanted a bit of smut, but oops, for once I didn't make them hump each other. Might be a bit over-dramatic though. Unbeta'ed, just because.
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It would have been a perfectly happy night if he hadn't watched the screen. But he did.
Uchi got stuck for a few seconds watching as Kanjani8 were having fun in Osaka, for their own Countdown, and his happiness got crushed.
I should be there too, he thought. I should be with them, not in Tokyo as a junior.
Dark memories came back to him, and even if he did his best at dancing and everything this night, the sadness was still here, inside of him, fully back after all these years. If only he had been more careful, if only he wouldn't have made the same mistake twice…
His mind wandered after the show, while he was standing in the changing room. He thought at how it would be, being a Eito. He would have been in Osaka with them, dressed as a ninja or as the Pink Ranger. He would have sing all those new songs they have, all so great. He would have been part of a REAL unit, back with the only guys he could really call friends back then.
His dreams disappeared when he looked around him. Juniors, more juniors, and even more juniors, not to mention the kids who had debuted by now, while he would be stuck in the lower level all his life; or, if he was lucky, maybe he'll debut too… As an addition to Question?, or to FiVe.
Uchi sighed.
It was pathetic how he destroyed his own life.
At least he could always sing and dance, but… This was nothing, compared to what he was living before.
He got out of the room just in time to hide his tears.
Later this night, when his cellphone rang, he was half-asleep on his sofa and still mourning over his lost unit. Not even looking at who the hell could be calling at two in the morning, he growled :
- Yeah?
- Hey, Hiro-kun, it's meeee!
Jumping on his feet and fully awake in a second, Uchi smiled.
- Yokocho?
- Happy new yeaaaar!
- Ah, yeah-Happy new year to you too, but-
- Say, we're having a party, want to join?
The younger man sighed.
- I'd like to, but it's too far, don't you think? And I-
- Ah, that's what I thought, hang on…
There were noises in the background voices talking behind Yoko, and Uchi jumped, this time in surprise, when someone knocked at his door. Still gripping on his phone, he walked to the entry, expecting some drunkards to be lost in the building, but when he opened-
- HAPPY NEW YEAR HIRO-CHAAAN!
-he got literally assaulted by a bear-like hug, coming from Maruyama Ryuhei himself. Behind Maru, there were Ohkura and Subaru carrying food, and the other Eitos were here too; wriggling his eyebrows Yokoyama winked at their former member.
- So, how do you like our party?
Uchi let go of his cellphone, letting it hit the floor without even caring, and hugged back, grinning from ears to ears.
- But-what are you doing here? I mean-
- You'll always be a Kanjani8 member to us, Murakami told him with a smile. So this party couldn't have been a real one without you.
- If one is missing, everybody's missing, Yasu chirped cheerfully.
- And you're drunk, Ryo pointed out.
Shota just giggled and pushed Maru so he could hug Uchi too.
Finally, that was the best New Year's Eve, ever.
.OWARI.
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All done. Coming soon : a chaptered fic, and more one-shot sleeping in my hard-drive. Also, a lot of HinaYasu. Don't ask. (Tati, I can hear you mocking me from behind your screen)