Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands
Title: Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands
Pairing: YokoKita, Fujikita
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: genderswitch
Summary: Kitayama is on a whole other level of strange and Yokoo can totally get into that
Notes: written for based off the random hinted YokoKita in the middle of Kiss your face, you try to deck me
He bumps into Kitayama two months after freshmen orientation who falls to the ground with a thud books spilling all over the place from a bag. Kitayama looks soft from a distance; round in the face and short, but from this sudden encounter Yokoo can tell that Kitayama is anything but soft.
He looks down at the floor with wide eyes and an apology just on the tip of his tongue. Kitayama looks as perplexed as he does.
“Why are you on the floor Kitayama,” their professor asks from behind them with a glower.
“Um,” Kitayama stumbles to get up gathering the books. “No real reason, just...” Taking a glances at Yokoo, Kitayama tries to think up an excuse. “Enjoying the view?”
The professor purses his lips and steps around them without another word.
“He hates me because I dropped his class,” Kitayama says once they get into the corridor. “It was a boring class anyway. Have you noticed how his voice just drones on and one--monotones, I swear.”
Yokoo isn’t really sure what to say so he just follows along with the conversation and a small nod of his head.
Kitayama seems to notice the lack of response on his end. “Who are you anyway?”
“Yokoo Wataru.”
Kitayama nods, “Yo.”
“Y-yo...”
*
Yokoo doesn’t seem to give a damn whether Kitayama is a girl or not (it has nothing to do with the fact that even after three weeks of friendship he has no clue-of course not). He just knows that Kitayama sometimes talks way too much and despite the fact that he wouldn’t mind watching those full lips move for a while he’d rather know how they feel against his own.
When Yokoo presses his lips against Kitayama’s from across the table in the campus library everything stills. The way Kitayama’s voice stops suddenly has him smirk before pulling back.
Kitayama looks perplexed. “Did you seriously just...”
“Should I not have?” There’s a smile playing at his lips.
“How do you know you’re my type?”
“Took a guess.”
Kitayama hums for a moment looking over the situation. “We’ll see vampire boy.”
*
It’s all a gamble on whether or not Yokoo wants to pursue these feelings for Kitayama until they’re kissing against a wall behind then university. He’s always been told he moves way too fast, taking things more than asking for them, but Kitayama doesn’t seem to mind at the moment.
“I was worried for a while,” he whispers. “I couldn’t tell if you were a girl.”
This pulls a breathy laugh from Kitayama whose head falls back against the wall exposing her neck which Yokoo quickly attaches his mouth too. He lets the hand on her shoulder slip down to her chest through her sweater. She moves to the touch slightly then hisses when he bites her neck.
Kitayama’s pushes against his chest slightly. “Teeth,” Kitayama gasps trying to turn her head and press her nose by the shell of his ear.
Yokoo chuckles at this and pulls back a little letting his hands fall to her hips. They stand there like that for a moment comfortable in each other’s company.
“I have to go,” he mumbles against her hairline where he fringe his pushed up today into one of her messy hairstyles. “Japanese history calls.”
Kitama groans. “Monotone. Do not miss that in the least. He still hates me.”
*
Things fall apart as quickly as they started. But Yokoo should’ve probably seen this coming from the moment Kitayama protested about the small bite. He can tell she plays along with what he wants, letting him kiss her when he feels so inclined, fooling around when they’re at his apartment.
Kitayama is lying on her back along the length of Yokoo’s couch with the other looming over her. His eyes are dark as he moves down to kiss along the line of her bra. He holds himself up with an arm to the left of her head and a knee braced between her thighs with the other foot on the floor. The palms of Kitayama’s hands are soft against his biceps but the tips of her fingers are calloused from playing the guitar.
He doesn’t miss the way she gently squeezed his arms when things look like they’re advancing and he’s running a hand along her thigh.
Even as the kissing gets more heated and Yokoo tries to slip her bra off her shoulders he feels the sudden protest as her hand hold onto him tighter.
“Wataru,” Kitayama breaths out pulling her mouth away and turning her head. “Stop. We-I-” He kisses her again roughly.
It’s over when Yokoo lowers his hips and Kitayama feels the bulge of his erection through their jeans. “Stop.” She pushes him away roughly causing him to fall back in between the space of her legs on the couch.
Kitayama isn’t weak. She’s strong, loud, and Yokoo’s learned that she doesn’t take anyone’s shit no matter who they are. But as he looks at her lying down staring up at the ceiling with bruised lips, red eyes, and chest heaving for breath as she catching her bearings he knows he was being stupid.
It’s Kitayama who breaks the silence first, “fuck,” she says softly bringing a hand up to her hair and ruffling it in her hand. She looks more guilty than anything. “I’m sorry.”
Yokoo doesn’t know what to say, mind still clouded by arousal and confusion as to what just happened. In the end he doesn’t say anything. Slowly she untangles herself from the couch and pulls back on her shirt and sweatshirt not even bothering to worry about what her hair looks like. Kitayama’s bag lies on the floor next to the coffee table. For a minute after she picks up she contemplates her next action, thumbing at the fabric of the strap of her bag.
She leaves with another soft sorry, closing the door quietly behind her. Yokoo sits in his living room for a while before picking his shirt up off the floor and pulling it back on.
*
A few years later, when they’ve both decided to forget about that whole mess, Yokoo watches as his friend Fujigaya meets Kitayama at some Indie concert, he doesn’t say anything. Ignores the exchange wanting to leave as quickly as possible. In the coming months they meet again and Yokoo doesn’t miss the tell signs of them falling for each other, Kitayama comfortable with Fujigaya in ways that she never was with him. He can’t say that he’s jealous, it’s not that, it just bothers him a little bit because he never got that chance.
Yokoo supports them nonetheless, his feelings for Kitayama long gone now, with smiles and jokes. Some days he’d rather not hang around with them though feeling something in the air that tells him it should just be them so he finds ways out of it.
They never tell him they’re going out and he never asks, but he thinks he’s figured it out one day when Kitayama complains about a pain in her lower back and asking in this sweet voice, “Wataru can you do something about this? Fujigaya sucks with his fingers as we both know.” She’s baring her lower back for him to massage really fast for her. Just a quick fix for now until she has time to relax.
Yokoo doesn’t miss Fujigaya’s retort from across the room, “that’s not what you said yesterday.” He pauses working the knots out of Kitayama’s back to look between them for a second. When Kitayama whines though telling him to hurry up he forgets the conversation and goes back to what he was doing. It’s not his business anyway. He figures as long as Kitayama is happy then it shouldn’t really matter what he thinks.
Some days he’s still a little bitter about what happened and the next day he wakes up with some random person in the bed next to him, or in their bed. Fujigaya makes fun of him for it, saying that’s just how their manager should be. Yokoo’s never actually agreed to this job nor does he want it but he can’t say no. Maybe he still has feelings for Kitayama because it’s always her that’s begging him to stick around, or blackmailing him. He doesn’t know and doesn’t investigate his feelings long enough to find out. Better not to risk the heartache.
Pairing: YokoKita, Fujikita
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: genderswitch
Summary: Kitayama is on a whole other level of strange and Yokoo can totally get into that
Notes: written for based off the random hinted YokoKita in the middle of Kiss your face, you try to deck me
He bumps into Kitayama two months after freshmen orientation who falls to the ground with a thud books spilling all over the place from a bag. Kitayama looks soft from a distance; round in the face and short, but from this sudden encounter Yokoo can tell that Kitayama is anything but soft.
He looks down at the floor with wide eyes and an apology just on the tip of his tongue. Kitayama looks as perplexed as he does.
“Why are you on the floor Kitayama,” their professor asks from behind them with a glower.
“Um,” Kitayama stumbles to get up gathering the books. “No real reason, just...” Taking a glances at Yokoo, Kitayama tries to think up an excuse. “Enjoying the view?”
The professor purses his lips and steps around them without another word.
“He hates me because I dropped his class,” Kitayama says once they get into the corridor. “It was a boring class anyway. Have you noticed how his voice just drones on and one--monotones, I swear.”
Yokoo isn’t really sure what to say so he just follows along with the conversation and a small nod of his head.
Kitayama seems to notice the lack of response on his end. “Who are you anyway?”
“Yokoo Wataru.”
Kitayama nods, “Yo.”
“Y-yo...”
*
Yokoo doesn’t seem to give a damn whether Kitayama is a girl or not (it has nothing to do with the fact that even after three weeks of friendship he has no clue-of course not). He just knows that Kitayama sometimes talks way too much and despite the fact that he wouldn’t mind watching those full lips move for a while he’d rather know how they feel against his own.
When Yokoo presses his lips against Kitayama’s from across the table in the campus library everything stills. The way Kitayama’s voice stops suddenly has him smirk before pulling back.
Kitayama looks perplexed. “Did you seriously just...”
“Should I not have?” There’s a smile playing at his lips.
“How do you know you’re my type?”
“Took a guess.”
Kitayama hums for a moment looking over the situation. “We’ll see vampire boy.”
*
It’s all a gamble on whether or not Yokoo wants to pursue these feelings for Kitayama until they’re kissing against a wall behind then university. He’s always been told he moves way too fast, taking things more than asking for them, but Kitayama doesn’t seem to mind at the moment.
“I was worried for a while,” he whispers. “I couldn’t tell if you were a girl.”
This pulls a breathy laugh from Kitayama whose head falls back against the wall exposing her neck which Yokoo quickly attaches his mouth too. He lets the hand on her shoulder slip down to her chest through her sweater. She moves to the touch slightly then hisses when he bites her neck.
Kitayama’s pushes against his chest slightly. “Teeth,” Kitayama gasps trying to turn her head and press her nose by the shell of his ear.
Yokoo chuckles at this and pulls back a little letting his hands fall to her hips. They stand there like that for a moment comfortable in each other’s company.
“I have to go,” he mumbles against her hairline where he fringe his pushed up today into one of her messy hairstyles. “Japanese history calls.”
Kitama groans. “Monotone. Do not miss that in the least. He still hates me.”
*
Things fall apart as quickly as they started. But Yokoo should’ve probably seen this coming from the moment Kitayama protested about the small bite. He can tell she plays along with what he wants, letting him kiss her when he feels so inclined, fooling around when they’re at his apartment.
Kitayama is lying on her back along the length of Yokoo’s couch with the other looming over her. His eyes are dark as he moves down to kiss along the line of her bra. He holds himself up with an arm to the left of her head and a knee braced between her thighs with the other foot on the floor. The palms of Kitayama’s hands are soft against his biceps but the tips of her fingers are calloused from playing the guitar.
He doesn’t miss the way she gently squeezed his arms when things look like they’re advancing and he’s running a hand along her thigh.
Even as the kissing gets more heated and Yokoo tries to slip her bra off her shoulders he feels the sudden protest as her hand hold onto him tighter.
“Wataru,” Kitayama breaths out pulling her mouth away and turning her head. “Stop. We-I-” He kisses her again roughly.
It’s over when Yokoo lowers his hips and Kitayama feels the bulge of his erection through their jeans. “Stop.” She pushes him away roughly causing him to fall back in between the space of her legs on the couch.
Kitayama isn’t weak. She’s strong, loud, and Yokoo’s learned that she doesn’t take anyone’s shit no matter who they are. But as he looks at her lying down staring up at the ceiling with bruised lips, red eyes, and chest heaving for breath as she catching her bearings he knows he was being stupid.
It’s Kitayama who breaks the silence first, “fuck,” she says softly bringing a hand up to her hair and ruffling it in her hand. She looks more guilty than anything. “I’m sorry.”
Yokoo doesn’t know what to say, mind still clouded by arousal and confusion as to what just happened. In the end he doesn’t say anything. Slowly she untangles herself from the couch and pulls back on her shirt and sweatshirt not even bothering to worry about what her hair looks like. Kitayama’s bag lies on the floor next to the coffee table. For a minute after she picks up she contemplates her next action, thumbing at the fabric of the strap of her bag.
She leaves with another soft sorry, closing the door quietly behind her. Yokoo sits in his living room for a while before picking his shirt up off the floor and pulling it back on.
*
A few years later, when they’ve both decided to forget about that whole mess, Yokoo watches as his friend Fujigaya meets Kitayama at some Indie concert, he doesn’t say anything. Ignores the exchange wanting to leave as quickly as possible. In the coming months they meet again and Yokoo doesn’t miss the tell signs of them falling for each other, Kitayama comfortable with Fujigaya in ways that she never was with him. He can’t say that he’s jealous, it’s not that, it just bothers him a little bit because he never got that chance.
Yokoo supports them nonetheless, his feelings for Kitayama long gone now, with smiles and jokes. Some days he’d rather not hang around with them though feeling something in the air that tells him it should just be them so he finds ways out of it.
They never tell him they’re going out and he never asks, but he thinks he’s figured it out one day when Kitayama complains about a pain in her lower back and asking in this sweet voice, “Wataru can you do something about this? Fujigaya sucks with his fingers as we both know.” She’s baring her lower back for him to massage really fast for her. Just a quick fix for now until she has time to relax.
Yokoo doesn’t miss Fujigaya’s retort from across the room, “that’s not what you said yesterday.” He pauses working the knots out of Kitayama’s back to look between them for a second. When Kitayama whines though telling him to hurry up he forgets the conversation and goes back to what he was doing. It’s not his business anyway. He figures as long as Kitayama is happy then it shouldn’t really matter what he thinks.
Some days he’s still a little bitter about what happened and the next day he wakes up with some random person in the bed next to him, or in their bed. Fujigaya makes fun of him for it, saying that’s just how their manager should be. Yokoo’s never actually agreed to this job nor does he want it but he can’t say no. Maybe he still has feelings for Kitayama because it’s always her that’s begging him to stick around, or blackmailing him. He doesn’t know and doesn’t investigate his feelings long enough to find out. Better not to risk the heartache.