[ficlet] Private Thoughts - 1/1
Title: Private Thoughts
Pairing: Ni~ya x Sakito
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not miiiine.
Summary: He really ought to stop indulging at work.
Comments: Birthday ficlet for izon_no_niwa. ♥ Posting now since it's already the 23rd where you are! Hope you have a great birthday~
“What are you doing?”
Niya jumped, and fumbled the remote before switching off the TV in a hurry. Not exactly the reaction he would have wanted had he not been concentrating quite so hard. Smooth explanation and diversion would have been a much better tactic if he wanted to keep this secret from Sakito. Once his heart started again, he was able to answer. “N-nothing…. Just watching this old live video.”
Sakito’s eyes were curious, thankfully without suspicion. “Oh, which one?”
“Jai 2006...” Niya answered, wary but mostly convinced Sakito wasn’t interested in joining him, since he was carrying a pile of crumpled notes in his arms. The guitarist peered at him over his glasses, looking strikingly like a young female teacher Niya had been in love with as a child, except hotter and more stylish and…male.
To Niya’s fortune, Sakito was indeed only passing by the lounge between studio and office. And apparently watching old lives was perfectly acceptable with Leader-sama when they were preparing for the next one. “Well, don’t watch too long. We have a lot of work to do yet before the end of the week.”
Niya gave a stiff salute, “Yessir.” He watched Sakito roll his eyes and walk away, hips swaying like a gentle wave as he retreated. Exhaling, Niya slumped into his chair and waited to restart the video until the echo of the guitarist’s footsteps disappeared. He really ought to stop indulging at work.
- - - - -
At home, it was much easier for Niya to enjoy himself, perched on the couch in front of his television. The lights were out; his imagination was far more potent in the dark, and he definitely needed a mental canvas blank of distractions for his current favorite activity. With the sound from the DVD muted, all he needed was a few minutes of visuals before the hand not hovering over the rewind button made it’s way to the front of his jeans.
“You know I like it when you wear those shorts,” Niya purred, stroking teasing fingers along bare upper thigh, the body seated in his lap arching slightly in response. He grinned maliciously, lightly grazing the skin with his nails before returning to softer touches.
“Niya…” he whined, trying to guide the hand upward, but meeting resistance. The bassist wasn’t quite ready to succumb.
“If you wore these more often, I wouldn’t have to make you wait so long while I admire you in them,” he commented, sliding a finger along the inside of the lower hem. He earned a tremble of taut leg muscle. “Plus they’re kind of hard to get off, you know.”
A snort came in reply, followed by a pair of strawberry glossed lips brushing against his. “I can help with that if you’ll let me up~” His voice was now light and playful, knowing Niya couldn’t deprive him for long.
The bassist obliged, suddenly nose to belly button where he sat on the couch, the perfect level to work down the fastening of the narrow black pleather shorts. They moment they dropped to the floor, he was back in Niya’s lap, eager hands unbuttoning his jeans and eager lips devouring his own. Maybe Niya didn’t want to move quite so fast, but they did have the rest of the night to experiment at their leisure. Now was only about the pleasure they had been waiting for all day.
Swift hands closed around his length, stroking and fondling they way he knew Niya liked. They withdrew, linking instead around his neck as he was lifted just so, Niya entering him as slowly as possible in their current position. They both groaned, and he started to move, Niya’s hands gripping his hips as he thrust up at the same time.
Niya’s hand moved over his erection with quick firm strokes, eyes squeezed shut and breath ragged. The DVD continued to play, forgotten for the moment, while the bassist sought release for his arousal. If he ever took the chance to think about it, which he painstakingly did not, Niya might consider how pathetic it was to masturbate to his own live DVD. But that was the best way to induce his fantasies. That or a few select issues of Shoxx he kept at hand with the appropriate pages marked.
He could feel the orgasm building up, perfectly timed to the scene playing in his mind. “Sa…ki…” he breathed to his phantom lover, giving his length a final squeeze as he came hard in his own hand. The warm loose feeling he experienced after as he sat slumped on the sofa was accompanied by thoughts of what Sakito would look like after sex, perhaps a mussed, heavy-lidded expression on his face. Ideally, there would be a smile there as well.
- - - - -
Work in the middle of the week was Niya’s least favorite activity. It had none of the hopefulness of the beginning and none of the relief of the end, only a dull sense of duty that made him yawn more than anything. That day was particularly bad - he had been up late after a few beers in a funk composing a confessional email to Sakito, but had fallen asleep on the keyboard before deciding whether or not to send it.
Nodding off was imminent. Niya leaned on his hand low to the table as he pretended to listen to Sakito and Ruka argue. The next thing he was aware of was his head hitting the table with a painful thump. “…the fuck?” Niya mumbled, and raised his sore head a few inches, squinting at the room around.
“Ah…” Sakito had stopped talking and was staring at him with a queer look in his eye. “Why don’t we take a ten minute break since someone can’t seem to stay awake.”
Three more sets of eyes fell on Niya with varying degrees of amusement. He ignored them and laid his cheek on the cool veneer tabletop facing away from Sakito and the verbal lashing he was likely about to receive. Ruka, Hitsugi, and Yomi left the room atwitter, talking about everything but the day’s meeting. They were glad of the break after an hour and half straight of work. Niya didn’t bother to move, knowing Sakito was going to ask him to stay anyway.
The guitarist was staring at him, or at least Niya was pretty sure he was judging from the burning feeling at the back of his head. “I was kind of wondering when you’d say something….” Sakito sounded bemused. “You’ve been so obvious about it that it was hard for me not to say something sooner.”
Wait…what? Niya raised his head, brow furrowed in confusion. “Huh?”
Sakito sighed, though there could have been the ghost of a smile on his lips. “The email.”
Niya didn’t say anything for a long time. He knew he hadn’t really wanted Sakito to know his private thoughts about the guitarist, but he had been betrayed by his technology. Literally falling asleep on top of the keyboard had been a bad move, but he couldn’t have known his cheek would fall directly on the enter button. And then the damn thing had shut down like he told it to after an hour of idleness, and Niya was none the wiser. “……….Well, fuck.”
“Indeed,” said Sakito, unable to repress the amused twitch of his lips at the irony of Niya’s comment. That maddening half smile which told him nothing about how the guitarist was feeling or what he was thinking.
“And…I suppose you never want to speak to me again? Fire me? Throw me off the roof?”
More twitching, almost as if he were suppressing a chuckle. “On the contrary…I thought it was kind of sweet.”
“You….what?!”
“I’ll think it over,” Sakito replied coyly, getting up to leave the room. Niya could only stare at the chair he had just been sitting in, wondering if that had really just happened, or if his imagination had finally turned into insanity. He sincerely hoped it was the former.
Pairing: Ni~ya x Sakito
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not miiiine.
Summary: He really ought to stop indulging at work.
Comments: Birthday ficlet for izon_no_niwa. ♥ Posting now since it's already the 23rd where you are! Hope you have a great birthday~
“What are you doing?”
Niya jumped, and fumbled the remote before switching off the TV in a hurry. Not exactly the reaction he would have wanted had he not been concentrating quite so hard. Smooth explanation and diversion would have been a much better tactic if he wanted to keep this secret from Sakito. Once his heart started again, he was able to answer. “N-nothing…. Just watching this old live video.”
Sakito’s eyes were curious, thankfully without suspicion. “Oh, which one?”
“Jai 2006...” Niya answered, wary but mostly convinced Sakito wasn’t interested in joining him, since he was carrying a pile of crumpled notes in his arms. The guitarist peered at him over his glasses, looking strikingly like a young female teacher Niya had been in love with as a child, except hotter and more stylish and…male.
To Niya’s fortune, Sakito was indeed only passing by the lounge between studio and office. And apparently watching old lives was perfectly acceptable with Leader-sama when they were preparing for the next one. “Well, don’t watch too long. We have a lot of work to do yet before the end of the week.”
Niya gave a stiff salute, “Yessir.” He watched Sakito roll his eyes and walk away, hips swaying like a gentle wave as he retreated. Exhaling, Niya slumped into his chair and waited to restart the video until the echo of the guitarist’s footsteps disappeared. He really ought to stop indulging at work.
- - - - -
At home, it was much easier for Niya to enjoy himself, perched on the couch in front of his television. The lights were out; his imagination was far more potent in the dark, and he definitely needed a mental canvas blank of distractions for his current favorite activity. With the sound from the DVD muted, all he needed was a few minutes of visuals before the hand not hovering over the rewind button made it’s way to the front of his jeans.
“You know I like it when you wear those shorts,” Niya purred, stroking teasing fingers along bare upper thigh, the body seated in his lap arching slightly in response. He grinned maliciously, lightly grazing the skin with his nails before returning to softer touches.
“Niya…” he whined, trying to guide the hand upward, but meeting resistance. The bassist wasn’t quite ready to succumb.
“If you wore these more often, I wouldn’t have to make you wait so long while I admire you in them,” he commented, sliding a finger along the inside of the lower hem. He earned a tremble of taut leg muscle. “Plus they’re kind of hard to get off, you know.”
A snort came in reply, followed by a pair of strawberry glossed lips brushing against his. “I can help with that if you’ll let me up~” His voice was now light and playful, knowing Niya couldn’t deprive him for long.
The bassist obliged, suddenly nose to belly button where he sat on the couch, the perfect level to work down the fastening of the narrow black pleather shorts. They moment they dropped to the floor, he was back in Niya’s lap, eager hands unbuttoning his jeans and eager lips devouring his own. Maybe Niya didn’t want to move quite so fast, but they did have the rest of the night to experiment at their leisure. Now was only about the pleasure they had been waiting for all day.
Swift hands closed around his length, stroking and fondling they way he knew Niya liked. They withdrew, linking instead around his neck as he was lifted just so, Niya entering him as slowly as possible in their current position. They both groaned, and he started to move, Niya’s hands gripping his hips as he thrust up at the same time.
Niya’s hand moved over his erection with quick firm strokes, eyes squeezed shut and breath ragged. The DVD continued to play, forgotten for the moment, while the bassist sought release for his arousal. If he ever took the chance to think about it, which he painstakingly did not, Niya might consider how pathetic it was to masturbate to his own live DVD. But that was the best way to induce his fantasies. That or a few select issues of Shoxx he kept at hand with the appropriate pages marked.
He could feel the orgasm building up, perfectly timed to the scene playing in his mind. “Sa…ki…” he breathed to his phantom lover, giving his length a final squeeze as he came hard in his own hand. The warm loose feeling he experienced after as he sat slumped on the sofa was accompanied by thoughts of what Sakito would look like after sex, perhaps a mussed, heavy-lidded expression on his face. Ideally, there would be a smile there as well.
- - - - -
Work in the middle of the week was Niya’s least favorite activity. It had none of the hopefulness of the beginning and none of the relief of the end, only a dull sense of duty that made him yawn more than anything. That day was particularly bad - he had been up late after a few beers in a funk composing a confessional email to Sakito, but had fallen asleep on the keyboard before deciding whether or not to send it.
Nodding off was imminent. Niya leaned on his hand low to the table as he pretended to listen to Sakito and Ruka argue. The next thing he was aware of was his head hitting the table with a painful thump. “…the fuck?” Niya mumbled, and raised his sore head a few inches, squinting at the room around.
“Ah…” Sakito had stopped talking and was staring at him with a queer look in his eye. “Why don’t we take a ten minute break since someone can’t seem to stay awake.”
Three more sets of eyes fell on Niya with varying degrees of amusement. He ignored them and laid his cheek on the cool veneer tabletop facing away from Sakito and the verbal lashing he was likely about to receive. Ruka, Hitsugi, and Yomi left the room atwitter, talking about everything but the day’s meeting. They were glad of the break after an hour and half straight of work. Niya didn’t bother to move, knowing Sakito was going to ask him to stay anyway.
The guitarist was staring at him, or at least Niya was pretty sure he was judging from the burning feeling at the back of his head. “I was kind of wondering when you’d say something….” Sakito sounded bemused. “You’ve been so obvious about it that it was hard for me not to say something sooner.”
Wait…what? Niya raised his head, brow furrowed in confusion. “Huh?”
Sakito sighed, though there could have been the ghost of a smile on his lips. “The email.”
Niya didn’t say anything for a long time. He knew he hadn’t really wanted Sakito to know his private thoughts about the guitarist, but he had been betrayed by his technology. Literally falling asleep on top of the keyboard had been a bad move, but he couldn’t have known his cheek would fall directly on the enter button. And then the damn thing had shut down like he told it to after an hour of idleness, and Niya was none the wiser. “……….Well, fuck.”
“Indeed,” said Sakito, unable to repress the amused twitch of his lips at the irony of Niya’s comment. That maddening half smile which told him nothing about how the guitarist was feeling or what he was thinking.
“And…I suppose you never want to speak to me again? Fire me? Throw me off the roof?”
More twitching, almost as if he were suppressing a chuckle. “On the contrary…I thought it was kind of sweet.”
“You….what?!”
“I’ll think it over,” Sakito replied coyly, getting up to leave the room. Niya could only stare at the chair he had just been sitting in, wondering if that had really just happened, or if his imagination had finally turned into insanity. He sincerely hoped it was the former.