JE ANON FIC MEME!!1!1!11

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JE ANON FIC MEME

Rules:

1) IP logged is OFF. Anon is ON
2) 1 of the character must be a Johnny. Example: you can request another PochixArashi or KamexSkull but NO to pedo fic
3) Please request whatever you want from gen to any higher rating
4) Use following format:

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Rating:
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*5) For kids underage, MUST

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[anonymous]

"You two," Yokoo's exasperated voice rings from somewhere in the distance, and Tamamori imagines the group mother is shaking his head at them as they are both covered entirely with a blanket. "I had no idea horror movies were so arousing."

Tamamori has something to say to that, but Fujigaya takes advantage of their quasi-privacy to trail his fingers along Tamamori's waistline, teasing the faint hairs underneath the button of his pants. A low moan forms in his throat and dies before it reaches the air, Fujigaya's mouth moving more than the rest of his body combined as their kiss deepens even more.

"Gaya," he gets out, his voice a faint whisper as Fujigaya pops the button and lowers the zipper.

"Are you going to tell me to stop?" Fujigaya replies, his words a rush of air between kisses, and Tamamori can tell how worked up he is by the level of effort he's making to open Tamamori's pants.

"No," Tamamori breathes in answer. "I was going to tell you to hurry up."

Fujigaya's laugh tickles Tamamori's tongue, turning into a low moan when Tamamori drags his hand around Fujigaya's waist to grope him. "Okay, okay."

"Shh," Tamamori hisses, and Fujigaya shoves his hand into Tamamori's underwear. His fingers are warm and confident, going straight for his hardening cock and swallowing the noises Tamamori threatens to make.

Absently Tamamori returns the favor, fumbling with Fujigaya's belt so much that Fujigaya has to let go of him long enough to help out, and Tamamori's only a little embarrassed as Fujigaya's hips rock towards the promising touch. Eventually he gets his hand around him, stroking as much as he can manage from this angle, but Fujigaya doesn't seem to have any complaints judging by the tiny little gasps that die on his tongue.

By now they've both fallen out of the kiss, but their lips stay pressed together to muffle any stray noises. The only thing moving is their wrists, barely disturbing the blanket that lay draped over them except when Fujigaya's body jerks involuntarily. Harsh breath hits Tamamori's skin and Fujigaya's rhythm falters a bit, but he makes up for it by tightening his fingers and Tamamori arches as the pressure becomes too much.

Suddenly Fujigaya tears his mouth away and presses it into Tamamori's neck, which stretches out to accommodate as Fujigaya moans quietly into his neck and pulses in Tamamori's hand, spilling over his fingers with a sharp shudder. It's so hot that Tamamori can't stop himself from following, pressing his face into Fujigaya's hair to keep from being heard as he comes.

Now Fujigaya curls up in his lap even more, bumping his nose into Tamamori's jaw until Tamamori lowers his head to kiss him again. It's kind of awkward with a mess on his hand, at least until Fujigaya grabs his wrist and guides him to part of the blanket that's not touching them. They both try unsuccessfully not to laugh as they wipe their hands, then Fujigaya laces their fingers together and Tamamori loses himself in the slow, sensual kiss.

Then there's an ear-piercing shriek from the couch and they both sit up straight, clinging to each other as the blanket falls from their faces and they see Senga burrowing into Kitayama's chest like he's trying to crawl inside him. Nikaido's not that much better off, peeking out from behind Yokoo's shoulder with a terrified expression while Miyata just sits on the floor in rapt attention.

Tamamori's eyes wander over to the TV, where someone is in the process of being chopped up, and wrinkles his nose. "Gross."

"You're gross," Kitayama tells him. "Fujigaya, really?"

"You're the one who dropped him in my lap," Tamamori replies with what is supposed to be a shrug, except that he doesn't lift his shoulders nearly enough.

"Shh," Miyata hisses, looking moderately annoyed as he strains to hear the movie.

Tamamori's eyes flutter shut as Fujigaya's lips return to his neck, the pair of them falling back onto the bean bag chair and pulling the blanket over their heads, because this is only the beginning of the horror movie marathon.

[anonymous]

OP
Nice one. Loved it. Loved how you included everyone in this, one could really picture everything easily. It was funny too! :D

I'm not so sure, but I think it was easy to know who you are? I could be wrong though..lol