Tricks and Treats [Oneshot]
Title: Tricks and Treats
Fandom/Pairing: JE(NEWS)/Koyama Keiichiro/Kato Shigeaki
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own ... nothing to do with this fic except it's ill-conceived plot.
Warnings: Cross-dressing, abuse of furniture, etc.
Word Count: 4046
“This is what we’re going to do,” Yamapi had said in a commanding leader-like tone (or rather, as commanding and leader-like as Yamapi ever got), “We’ll draw names, and you have to choose a costume secretly for that person to wear. Costumes will be left anonymously so no one will know who got them. Be creative people, please, but try and remember that we’ll be on TV for this also, so try and make sure it’s publically presentable.”
Shige had wanted to ask if that meant they couldn’t come dressed like KAT-TUN but decided that insulting his leader’s best friend - however covertly - was probably not the best idea just in case Yamapi got his name.
There was a lot of general grumbling, face-making (and of course, squeeing) as names were drawn and they parted after practice. They had a full week off to choose, find, and drop off their costumes at the jimusho before their Music Station performance for Halloween.
At first Shige was one of the grumblers, of all of the other five why did he have to draw Ryo’s name? After setting the paper on his kitchen counter and abandoning it for a full twenty-four hours, he - in a burst of inspiration while studying - realized that this might really be a blessing in disguise. After all, this was his chance to force Ryo into any manner of humiliating outfit and best of all? Ryo would never know it was him!
The time between this realization and the last day to drop off their anonymous costumes seemed to speed up and Shige ended up crammed into a costume store the day before last trying (and succeeding) in remaining incognito in ratty jeans and a long-sleeved shirt and bomber jacket as he shopped, rifling through racks of costumes as he tried to decide what would be the most humiliating for Ryo; a sparkly princess costume (complete with tiara) or a full one piece bunny outfit with mitted hands and booted feet. It even came with face paint.
Deciding that the idea of Ryo as a cuddly bunny was more side splitting than Cinderella - considering the amount of drag he did with Kanjani∞ - Shige scooped the outfit off the rack with a cheek-splitting grin and paid for it quickly.
Nothing could dampen his mood as he boxed the outfit up, wrote Ryo’s name across the top (in purposefully messy writing) and dropped it off at the jimusho. Not even the thought that he was most likely going to end up in something equally as embarrassing - unless by some miracle Koyama got his name (and even then there was still a chance, after all, Koyama’s idea of embarrassing and his idea of it were probably worlds apart…) - could dampen his enthusiasm.
Or so he thought right up until half an hour before they were due to go onto Music Station and he was holding a box full of… clothes? Nudging the contents of the box with one finger as he frowned down at it, he glanced up and around at his band members as they too examined their outfits.
Ryo’s face was dark with a scowl, and for a moment Shige just stared, a small smile playing around his full lips as he enjoyed the older boy’s obvious irritation. It made him all warm inside to see him so annoyed.
Moving his gaze on before he was caught gloating, he passed over each of the other members, noting Tegoshi’s look of sullen disappointment, Massu’s grin, and Yamapi’s confused look at whatever his box held before his gaze finally landed on Koyama. He was surprised to see Koyama with his box closed and held tight against his chest, brown eyes staring at the floor intently and his ever present smile absent even as a soft blush painted his cheeks.
Shige wondered what kind of outfit Koyama could have been given to put that look on his face. After all, the older man had pranced around on stage in almost everything from a cheerleader’s uniform to a kindergarten outfit, so what could cause him to look half-embarrassed and half-interested?
“Twenty minutes, everyone!”
One of the Music Station stage managers gave them all a look that said they needed to be dressed and ready soon which caused them to scatter to various corners of the dressing room to change. Shige was surprised to see Koyama leave the room entirely and scurry into the bathroom and couldn’t help but grab his box and follow, missing Tegoshi’s amused look and Ryo’s smug one.
A stall door slammed just as he stepped into the bathroom, so he picked another at random, figuring he might as well change while he was stalking his best friend into washrooms. Closing the door and latching it, he kicked off his shoes and opened the box once more before speaking. “So what did you get stuck with?”
There was a moment of awkward silence when Shige thought Koyama was going to remain silent. In this silence he heard the clink of his friend’s belt and the rustle of clothing removal. When he realized he had paused in his own changing to listen to the older boy he flushed faintly and pulled off his own pants and shirt.
“Uhn… n-nothing interesting,” Koyama finally said softly, but there was a hitch in his breath along with a rustle of fabric that had Shige not believing him at all.
Frowning down at his ‘costume’ now that he’d pulled it from the box, he narrowed down his giver to one of two people as he struggled into the breath-stealing (literally) leather pants. Much cursing and hissing later and he managed to get them all the way on and not crush any important parts (like his dick). Lacing up the sides and feeling his face heat up at the idea that he was pretty much bare from hip to the top of the leather boots that had come with the outfit, he pulled on the shirt next - a half-mesh, half-silk affair that had him confused for a moment on what was an armhole and was just a strategically ripped hole hole.
“This is ridiculous,” Shige grumbled lowly, “I don’t think ‘prostitute’ is a valid costume.” Digging around the bottom of the box he glared at the small bag of make up and stepped out of the stall to use the counter and mirror to apply the smoky eye make up and lip gloss he’d been given before mussing up his hair. It was at that in-between stage; not as long as it had been, but not as short as he’d originally cut it. A little bit of gel and his hands and it rumpled around his face like he’d just had sex. In a back alley.
Glaring at his reflection he turned on his heel and leveled a kick at the stall door Koyama was behind. “Come on, it can’t be worse than mine. Get your skinny ass out here so we can go be humiliated for half an hour on live television.”
Another moment of silence and then the click of the stall lock being undone and the door swung slowly open. Crossing his arms across his chest as he glared at the door his friend was to step from, he felt his expression falter and slip at the same time his breath caught in his throat and his already impossibly tight pants got tighter.
“Shut up. You better not have been the one to pick this, Shige,” Koyama pouted as he stood there in a complete Alice in Wonderland outfit; blue dress with petticoats, white apron, thigh high white stockings, and even a blue headband sitting in soft light brown hair. He held a pair of black shoes in his free hand and the other was on one hip in a most likely unintentionally feminine gesture.
Shige struggled to find his voice, but his tongue felt too thick for words and he couldn’t seem to raise his eyes above the band of tan flesh that he could glimpse between the top of the stockings and the hem of the probably not Disney-sanctioned short dress. “Uh… l-lets go.”
Turning swiftly and surreptitiously trying to adjust the front of his already too tight pants, he walked as casually as he could back into the main room. Koyama was behind him, but not right behind him. There was a moment of hesitation before the oldest NEWS member stepped into the room as if he expected everyone to laugh. A soft breath of relief escaped him when he realized that everyone was too busy laughing at Ryo in a bunny suit who was currently being glomped by Massu in an oddly matching puppy outfit.
A strangled noise of laughter escaped Shige at the sight, momentarily causing him to forget about Koyama and allowing his unwilling and inappropriate erection to recede. That is until Koyama finally moved further into the room to put his little shiny black shoes on and somehow decided that bending at the waist with his back to Shige was the best way to do this.
The short dress followed Koyama’s forward motion and rose up as he buckled the shoes, revealing lacy underwear (pantaloons) that would have seemed almost like boxerbriefs (if only they weren’t so damn flouncy).
Once more, Shige’s breathing halted and he had this moment of temporary insanity that made him want to grab Koyama’s slim hips and press himself to that surprisingly round ass. He didn’t know where these urges were coming from and he hastily looked away, right at Ryo who was giving him a maliciously smug look.
A few pieces of the puzzle fell into place and the giver of his own outfit narrowed down to one person. Turning a dark scowl at Tegoshi, a sharp bark of laughter escaped him when he saw what the younger boy was wearing. Someone had given him a Catholic school boy’s outfit and obviously instructions that it wasn’t to be altered into anything slutty. Tegoshi was pouting and visibly annoyed - as well as an eerie image of himself a few years prior - only his hair was still current.
Resisting the urge to turn back and see if Koyama had straightened, Shige made his way over to Ryo and said softly, “I no longer feel any guilt for your outfit.”
It got him a scowl and light punch to the arm, but Ryo was obviously mellowed by his success with Koyama’s outfit and couldn’t dredge up any real anger. Still, Shige just had to ask, “Why Alice?”
Ryo’s grin returned at that. “Because you like him. And you’re fun to play with. And he has great legs?”
Shige fought back a flush at the last part. “Of course I like him, we’re best friends.”
“No,” Ryo shook his head with a ‘I pity you, you poor ignorant fool’ expression. “You like him.”
“Whu-what?!” Shige choked on air at Ryo’s words, face growing even redder as he struggled not to look compulsively in Koyama’s direction. Sure, he may spend more time than was probably considered even best friendly with Koyama, but considering he didn’t have many close friends (in or out of the entertainment business) it wasn’t odd to him to spend time with those he had.
“You like hi~m,” Ryo reiterated with a cheeky grin that was at odds with the pink make-up dotting his nose and the drawn on bunny whiskers. “You were thinking naughty thoughts when he bent over in that outfit.” Here he looked down pointedly at the front of Shige’s tight pants.
Covering his face with his hands and letting out a desolate whine, he heard the rustle of petticoats and the tap tap of Koyama’s shoes just before a hand touched his shoulder gently. Koyama’s palm felt unreasonably warm through the barely there fabric of his shirt and he had to fight the urge to squeak and jump away. All it would do was give Ryo one more thing to laugh at.
Instead he kept his blushing face covered and breathed slowly in order to keep his body from reacting to Koyama’s proximity. Stupid Ryo and his stupid big mouth. Saying things like he liked Koyama. Oh god… he liked Koyama…
“Shige… are you okay? We need to go on stage now.”
Shige held back a shiver at Koyama’s soft voice but managed to lower his hands and nod before heading towards the stage entrance. As they entered, he made sure he was sitting in the back row behind someone who was not Koyama so that he didn’t have to sit there before and after their performance of Push On!
The performance at least took his mind off his new dilemma for all of about three minutes, but it was at least three minutes where his eyes didn’t keep drifting over to the skin that Koyama kept flashing every time he uncrossed and re-crossed his legs as he talked - apparently over his embarrassment of his outfit as he chatted animatedly about their new concert tour and CD release.
Though they were only onstage for less than half an hour, to Shige it felt like a lifetime and he practically groaned with relief when the ending music started to play and they were allowed to leave the stage. Unfortunately, Koyama took that moment to bounce up beside him as they walked, slinging one arm around his shoulders and grinning over at him.
Shige cast a glare and a discrete middle finger to Ryo who chuckled as he went past, while struggling to stop his body from reacting to Koyama’s proximity. It was a losing battle and as soon as they were back in the green room he ran for the bathroom and locked himself into a stall, breathing heavily.
If he hid here long enough he hoped that everyone would have left by the time he emerged, giving him at least forty-eight hours to avoid Koyama before they had their next concert performance. As he stood there, he thought that maybe he should have brought his regular clothes with him so at least he could get changed while he waited. As it was, he settled for popping the button and unzipping the front of his pants, allowing himself to breathe a little easier. Struggling out of the shirt as well, he waited for what seemed like a lifetime before easing the door open and stepping out of the stall and finally out of the washroom itself.
A sigh of relief escaped him when what he could see of the room was empty and he was about to head towards the box that held his street clothes when a soft voice froze him in his tracks.
“Why were you hiding in the bathroom, Shige?”
Shit… Koyama was still there. Turning slowly towards the direction the other boy had spoken in, Shige felt all the blood in his body go from zero to his dick in less than three seconds.
The older boy was perched on the edge of a table and he hadn’t changed out of his costume. His legs were crossed, causing the dress to slide further up his thighs as he kicked the leg on top almost absently. Shige’s eyes went straight to the smooth tanned skin of his best friend’s thighs and wished that Ryo were here so he could choke him for putting dangerous thoughts in his head. Finally tearing his eyes up to Koyama’s face, he swallowed heavily at the dangerous smirk that curved pale pink lips.
Koyama’s expression was eerily reminiscent of Ryo when he was at his most devious and Shige felt this was not going to end well. Or it was going to end really well and then be really awkward afterwards.
“I uh…” he suddenly found himself standing in front of the table Koyama was sitting on and watched with dark eyes as the older boy slowly uncrossed his legs and spread them just a little. Almost against his own will, he reached out with one hand and settled it on one stockinged knee, touch light and delicate before it slid further up onto bare soft skin and under the hem of Koyama’s Alice skirt. “Hiding from you,” he managed to finish at the soft encouraging noise his friend made as his hand went higher until it met the scratchy lacy material of his undergarments.
He dropped the shirt he was holding in his other hand and matched what his other hand was doing under Koyama’s skirt until they had both settled on Koyama’s hips, fingers curled dangerously under the waistband of the underwear. Looking up at Koyama with a hungry expression he figured it would do no good to hide - as obviously both Koyama and Ryo had known something about him that he himself hadn’t noticed - he managed to form words.
“Koyama… please, can I?” He couldn’t say it so clearly, but he knew the other boy knew what he was asking from the way he nodded and licked his lips almost nervously before shifting his weight to his palms and lifting his hips to allow Shige to pull the underwear off and then down his legs.
Tossing the material to the floor with his previously abandoned shirt, Shige settled his hands flat against the now bare skin of Koyama’s hips and pulled him forward a little while at the same time stepping into the v of his spread legs. It was perverted and dirty and probably more than a little wrong that he was so hard from Koyama in this outfit but that was the last thing on his mind as his hands moved under the heavy material of the skirt to stroke across Koyama’s inner thighs before bumping against the hardness of his cock.
A sound escaped both of them at that, and then another escaped Koyama as he grew braver and wrapped one hand around it even as he continued to explore skin he couldn’t see with his other hand.
It was almost easier to do when he couldn’t see anything. There was a certain amount of boldness to his motions that he knew he wouldn’t have had if Koyama had been naked.
“Shige,” Koyama moaned softly, reaching behind him before holding something out. Sliding that hand not currently exploring the other boy’s cock out from under his dress he took the object absently before realizing it was a tube of lube. Blinking in surprise, he was greeted by a very Koyama-like giggle. “Ryo,” his friend explained softly. The answer not needing more than the one word to be a full explanation.
Flipping open the lid with his thumb he reluctantly pulled out his other hand even as he nudged Koyama to lay down fully on the table, his legs dangling over the edge on either side of Shige’s body.
His hands trembled as he poured some of the cool liquid onto them and bit out a curse as he missed his fingers entirely and some went right to the floor. Finally getting enough to use he set the tube aside and slid his hands back under Koyama’s costume.
Feeling a little braver at the soft sound of encouragement that the older boy made as one slick hand crept down towards the entrance of his body even as his other wrapped back around his cock, Shige breathed deeply to steady himself before sliding one finger gently inside.
“Shige…” Koyama’s back arched faintly as he tried to wiggle forward and control the depth of Shige’s touch in him.
It wasn’t long before Shige had three fingers inside of him, carefully avoiding his prostate not just to be a tease but so that Koyama didn’t come before he even got to be inside of him. He felt like he should say something as he finally pulled his fingers free and struggled to push his stupid tight pants down far enough before slicking his own cock with lube and pushing the skirt of Koyama’s dress up enough that he could see what he was doing as he guided himself inside but his voice was frozen in his throat as he pushed forward and it was all he could do to just breathe.
Koyama’s hands scrabbled uselessly at the slick surface of the table and his eyes fluttered shut. It was the most silent he had ever been when they were alone before and for a moment Shige couldn’t help but grin at the idea that all it took to shut Koyama up was to fuck him. That was until he was finally fully seated in Koyama’s tight body and all rational thought went as far away from him as much as rational thought avoided Aiba-chan.
Pulling out slowly, he pushed at the material of the dress until it was bunched up around Koyama’s waist, baring his lower body to Shige’s dark gaze. His cheeks flushed with equal parts embarrassment and arousal at the sight of Koyama’s cock heavy against his flat belly as well as his own halfway out of his friend’s body.
It was probably so wrong but felt so right to be doing this. He hadn’t even known he wanted it and yet here he was, fucking Koyama with slow hesitant movements that were steadily getting more confident. He couldn’t help but wonder how long they had been building up to this and how Koyama and Ryo had known before he had. After all, wasn’t he supposed to be the smart one?
“Shige, stop thinking and just do it,” Koyama managed to hiss out as his hips strained to lift and push to increase the speed of Shige’s motions.
At those roughly spoken words Shige felt the last of his anxiety melt away and he settled into a hard and fast rhythm that had the table beneath Koyama sliding slightly with every thrust. It wasn’t long before he could feel his orgasm sliding down his spine and he uncurled one hand from Koyama’s slender hip to wrap it around his cock and jerk him off.
A high noise escaped Koyama at the touch and his lashes fluttered on pink cheeks even as his mouth dropped open to gasp for air at the flood of sensation overwhelming his body. His knees tightened against Shige’s hips and his shoed feet found purchase against the backs of Shige’s legs as he too got closer to climax.
Eyes dropping shut as he felt Koyama’s climax rip through him, tightening his body around his cock, Shige let go of the control that had been holding his own release back and struggled to push through almost painful pressure to come inside of Koyama’s body. He continued to thrust until his body felt like it was about to fall apart from the pressure and then it took all of his remaining strength not to fall on top of Koyama and smoosh him into the tabletop.
Breathing heavily and wondering if he should have pulled out before he came, he struggled to open his eyes. When he did it was to meet Koyama giving him a look that he’d never seen on his friend’s face before. Lifting one shaking hand, he cupped the other boy’s cheek gently and couldn’t help but smile as Koyama pushed into the touch like a cat, his bright eyes covered by the lids once more as he let out a sated sigh.
“I’d apologize,” Shige said softly as he pulled out slowly, kicking his ridiculous pants all the way off, “but I think that might get me slapped.” He smiled again as Koyama once more opened his eyes at the loss of Shige’s warm body against him and propped himself up on his elbows.
Instead of looking at Shige though, he was looking past him with an amused smirk. “I don’t know, I think Ryo-chan needs an apology.”
Blanching - and feeling very exposed with his ass bared to the world (or at least the room) - Shige turned and looked to see Ryo standing in the room, a faintly shell-shocked look on his face. Clearly he hadn’t actually expected Shige to do anything about his attraction to Koyama, despite his goading.
Pulling himself together, Shige cleaned himself up with his shirt and tugged his regular boxers and jeans on before speaking somewhat nonchalantly. “I don’t know if he needs an apology so much as a thank you.”
Happy Halloween~!
Fandom/Pairing: JE(NEWS)/Koyama Keiichiro/Kato Shigeaki
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own ... nothing to do with this fic except it's ill-conceived plot.
Warnings: Cross-dressing, abuse of furniture, etc.
Word Count: 4046
“This is what we’re going to do,” Yamapi had said in a commanding leader-like tone (or rather, as commanding and leader-like as Yamapi ever got), “We’ll draw names, and you have to choose a costume secretly for that person to wear. Costumes will be left anonymously so no one will know who got them. Be creative people, please, but try and remember that we’ll be on TV for this also, so try and make sure it’s publically presentable.”
Shige had wanted to ask if that meant they couldn’t come dressed like KAT-TUN but decided that insulting his leader’s best friend - however covertly - was probably not the best idea just in case Yamapi got his name.
There was a lot of general grumbling, face-making (and of course, squeeing) as names were drawn and they parted after practice. They had a full week off to choose, find, and drop off their costumes at the jimusho before their Music Station performance for Halloween.
At first Shige was one of the grumblers, of all of the other five why did he have to draw Ryo’s name? After setting the paper on his kitchen counter and abandoning it for a full twenty-four hours, he - in a burst of inspiration while studying - realized that this might really be a blessing in disguise. After all, this was his chance to force Ryo into any manner of humiliating outfit and best of all? Ryo would never know it was him!
The time between this realization and the last day to drop off their anonymous costumes seemed to speed up and Shige ended up crammed into a costume store the day before last trying (and succeeding) in remaining incognito in ratty jeans and a long-sleeved shirt and bomber jacket as he shopped, rifling through racks of costumes as he tried to decide what would be the most humiliating for Ryo; a sparkly princess costume (complete with tiara) or a full one piece bunny outfit with mitted hands and booted feet. It even came with face paint.
Deciding that the idea of Ryo as a cuddly bunny was more side splitting than Cinderella - considering the amount of drag he did with Kanjani∞ - Shige scooped the outfit off the rack with a cheek-splitting grin and paid for it quickly.
Nothing could dampen his mood as he boxed the outfit up, wrote Ryo’s name across the top (in purposefully messy writing) and dropped it off at the jimusho. Not even the thought that he was most likely going to end up in something equally as embarrassing - unless by some miracle Koyama got his name (and even then there was still a chance, after all, Koyama’s idea of embarrassing and his idea of it were probably worlds apart…) - could dampen his enthusiasm.
Or so he thought right up until half an hour before they were due to go onto Music Station and he was holding a box full of… clothes? Nudging the contents of the box with one finger as he frowned down at it, he glanced up and around at his band members as they too examined their outfits.
Ryo’s face was dark with a scowl, and for a moment Shige just stared, a small smile playing around his full lips as he enjoyed the older boy’s obvious irritation. It made him all warm inside to see him so annoyed.
Moving his gaze on before he was caught gloating, he passed over each of the other members, noting Tegoshi’s look of sullen disappointment, Massu’s grin, and Yamapi’s confused look at whatever his box held before his gaze finally landed on Koyama. He was surprised to see Koyama with his box closed and held tight against his chest, brown eyes staring at the floor intently and his ever present smile absent even as a soft blush painted his cheeks.
Shige wondered what kind of outfit Koyama could have been given to put that look on his face. After all, the older man had pranced around on stage in almost everything from a cheerleader’s uniform to a kindergarten outfit, so what could cause him to look half-embarrassed and half-interested?
“Twenty minutes, everyone!”
One of the Music Station stage managers gave them all a look that said they needed to be dressed and ready soon which caused them to scatter to various corners of the dressing room to change. Shige was surprised to see Koyama leave the room entirely and scurry into the bathroom and couldn’t help but grab his box and follow, missing Tegoshi’s amused look and Ryo’s smug one.
A stall door slammed just as he stepped into the bathroom, so he picked another at random, figuring he might as well change while he was stalking his best friend into washrooms. Closing the door and latching it, he kicked off his shoes and opened the box once more before speaking. “So what did you get stuck with?”
There was a moment of awkward silence when Shige thought Koyama was going to remain silent. In this silence he heard the clink of his friend’s belt and the rustle of clothing removal. When he realized he had paused in his own changing to listen to the older boy he flushed faintly and pulled off his own pants and shirt.
“Uhn… n-nothing interesting,” Koyama finally said softly, but there was a hitch in his breath along with a rustle of fabric that had Shige not believing him at all.
Frowning down at his ‘costume’ now that he’d pulled it from the box, he narrowed down his giver to one of two people as he struggled into the breath-stealing (literally) leather pants. Much cursing and hissing later and he managed to get them all the way on and not crush any important parts (like his dick). Lacing up the sides and feeling his face heat up at the idea that he was pretty much bare from hip to the top of the leather boots that had come with the outfit, he pulled on the shirt next - a half-mesh, half-silk affair that had him confused for a moment on what was an armhole and was just a strategically ripped hole hole.
“This is ridiculous,” Shige grumbled lowly, “I don’t think ‘prostitute’ is a valid costume.” Digging around the bottom of the box he glared at the small bag of make up and stepped out of the stall to use the counter and mirror to apply the smoky eye make up and lip gloss he’d been given before mussing up his hair. It was at that in-between stage; not as long as it had been, but not as short as he’d originally cut it. A little bit of gel and his hands and it rumpled around his face like he’d just had sex. In a back alley.
Glaring at his reflection he turned on his heel and leveled a kick at the stall door Koyama was behind. “Come on, it can’t be worse than mine. Get your skinny ass out here so we can go be humiliated for half an hour on live television.”
Another moment of silence and then the click of the stall lock being undone and the door swung slowly open. Crossing his arms across his chest as he glared at the door his friend was to step from, he felt his expression falter and slip at the same time his breath caught in his throat and his already impossibly tight pants got tighter.
“Shut up. You better not have been the one to pick this, Shige,” Koyama pouted as he stood there in a complete Alice in Wonderland outfit; blue dress with petticoats, white apron, thigh high white stockings, and even a blue headband sitting in soft light brown hair. He held a pair of black shoes in his free hand and the other was on one hip in a most likely unintentionally feminine gesture.
Shige struggled to find his voice, but his tongue felt too thick for words and he couldn’t seem to raise his eyes above the band of tan flesh that he could glimpse between the top of the stockings and the hem of the probably not Disney-sanctioned short dress. “Uh… l-lets go.”
Turning swiftly and surreptitiously trying to adjust the front of his already too tight pants, he walked as casually as he could back into the main room. Koyama was behind him, but not right behind him. There was a moment of hesitation before the oldest NEWS member stepped into the room as if he expected everyone to laugh. A soft breath of relief escaped him when he realized that everyone was too busy laughing at Ryo in a bunny suit who was currently being glomped by Massu in an oddly matching puppy outfit.
A strangled noise of laughter escaped Shige at the sight, momentarily causing him to forget about Koyama and allowing his unwilling and inappropriate erection to recede. That is until Koyama finally moved further into the room to put his little shiny black shoes on and somehow decided that bending at the waist with his back to Shige was the best way to do this.
The short dress followed Koyama’s forward motion and rose up as he buckled the shoes, revealing lacy underwear (pantaloons) that would have seemed almost like boxerbriefs (if only they weren’t so damn flouncy).
Once more, Shige’s breathing halted and he had this moment of temporary insanity that made him want to grab Koyama’s slim hips and press himself to that surprisingly round ass. He didn’t know where these urges were coming from and he hastily looked away, right at Ryo who was giving him a maliciously smug look.
A few pieces of the puzzle fell into place and the giver of his own outfit narrowed down to one person. Turning a dark scowl at Tegoshi, a sharp bark of laughter escaped him when he saw what the younger boy was wearing. Someone had given him a Catholic school boy’s outfit and obviously instructions that it wasn’t to be altered into anything slutty. Tegoshi was pouting and visibly annoyed - as well as an eerie image of himself a few years prior - only his hair was still current.
Resisting the urge to turn back and see if Koyama had straightened, Shige made his way over to Ryo and said softly, “I no longer feel any guilt for your outfit.”
It got him a scowl and light punch to the arm, but Ryo was obviously mellowed by his success with Koyama’s outfit and couldn’t dredge up any real anger. Still, Shige just had to ask, “Why Alice?”
Ryo’s grin returned at that. “Because you like him. And you’re fun to play with. And he has great legs?”
Shige fought back a flush at the last part. “Of course I like him, we’re best friends.”
“No,” Ryo shook his head with a ‘I pity you, you poor ignorant fool’ expression. “You like him.”
“Whu-what?!” Shige choked on air at Ryo’s words, face growing even redder as he struggled not to look compulsively in Koyama’s direction. Sure, he may spend more time than was probably considered even best friendly with Koyama, but considering he didn’t have many close friends (in or out of the entertainment business) it wasn’t odd to him to spend time with those he had.
“You like hi~m,” Ryo reiterated with a cheeky grin that was at odds with the pink make-up dotting his nose and the drawn on bunny whiskers. “You were thinking naughty thoughts when he bent over in that outfit.” Here he looked down pointedly at the front of Shige’s tight pants.
Covering his face with his hands and letting out a desolate whine, he heard the rustle of petticoats and the tap tap of Koyama’s shoes just before a hand touched his shoulder gently. Koyama’s palm felt unreasonably warm through the barely there fabric of his shirt and he had to fight the urge to squeak and jump away. All it would do was give Ryo one more thing to laugh at.
Instead he kept his blushing face covered and breathed slowly in order to keep his body from reacting to Koyama’s proximity. Stupid Ryo and his stupid big mouth. Saying things like he liked Koyama. Oh god… he liked Koyama…
“Shige… are you okay? We need to go on stage now.”
Shige held back a shiver at Koyama’s soft voice but managed to lower his hands and nod before heading towards the stage entrance. As they entered, he made sure he was sitting in the back row behind someone who was not Koyama so that he didn’t have to sit there before and after their performance of Push On!
The performance at least took his mind off his new dilemma for all of about three minutes, but it was at least three minutes where his eyes didn’t keep drifting over to the skin that Koyama kept flashing every time he uncrossed and re-crossed his legs as he talked - apparently over his embarrassment of his outfit as he chatted animatedly about their new concert tour and CD release.
Though they were only onstage for less than half an hour, to Shige it felt like a lifetime and he practically groaned with relief when the ending music started to play and they were allowed to leave the stage. Unfortunately, Koyama took that moment to bounce up beside him as they walked, slinging one arm around his shoulders and grinning over at him.
Shige cast a glare and a discrete middle finger to Ryo who chuckled as he went past, while struggling to stop his body from reacting to Koyama’s proximity. It was a losing battle and as soon as they were back in the green room he ran for the bathroom and locked himself into a stall, breathing heavily.
If he hid here long enough he hoped that everyone would have left by the time he emerged, giving him at least forty-eight hours to avoid Koyama before they had their next concert performance. As he stood there, he thought that maybe he should have brought his regular clothes with him so at least he could get changed while he waited. As it was, he settled for popping the button and unzipping the front of his pants, allowing himself to breathe a little easier. Struggling out of the shirt as well, he waited for what seemed like a lifetime before easing the door open and stepping out of the stall and finally out of the washroom itself.
A sigh of relief escaped him when what he could see of the room was empty and he was about to head towards the box that held his street clothes when a soft voice froze him in his tracks.
“Why were you hiding in the bathroom, Shige?”
Shit… Koyama was still there. Turning slowly towards the direction the other boy had spoken in, Shige felt all the blood in his body go from zero to his dick in less than three seconds.
The older boy was perched on the edge of a table and he hadn’t changed out of his costume. His legs were crossed, causing the dress to slide further up his thighs as he kicked the leg on top almost absently. Shige’s eyes went straight to the smooth tanned skin of his best friend’s thighs and wished that Ryo were here so he could choke him for putting dangerous thoughts in his head. Finally tearing his eyes up to Koyama’s face, he swallowed heavily at the dangerous smirk that curved pale pink lips.
Koyama’s expression was eerily reminiscent of Ryo when he was at his most devious and Shige felt this was not going to end well. Or it was going to end really well and then be really awkward afterwards.
“I uh…” he suddenly found himself standing in front of the table Koyama was sitting on and watched with dark eyes as the older boy slowly uncrossed his legs and spread them just a little. Almost against his own will, he reached out with one hand and settled it on one stockinged knee, touch light and delicate before it slid further up onto bare soft skin and under the hem of Koyama’s Alice skirt. “Hiding from you,” he managed to finish at the soft encouraging noise his friend made as his hand went higher until it met the scratchy lacy material of his undergarments.
He dropped the shirt he was holding in his other hand and matched what his other hand was doing under Koyama’s skirt until they had both settled on Koyama’s hips, fingers curled dangerously under the waistband of the underwear. Looking up at Koyama with a hungry expression he figured it would do no good to hide - as obviously both Koyama and Ryo had known something about him that he himself hadn’t noticed - he managed to form words.
“Koyama… please, can I?” He couldn’t say it so clearly, but he knew the other boy knew what he was asking from the way he nodded and licked his lips almost nervously before shifting his weight to his palms and lifting his hips to allow Shige to pull the underwear off and then down his legs.
Tossing the material to the floor with his previously abandoned shirt, Shige settled his hands flat against the now bare skin of Koyama’s hips and pulled him forward a little while at the same time stepping into the v of his spread legs. It was perverted and dirty and probably more than a little wrong that he was so hard from Koyama in this outfit but that was the last thing on his mind as his hands moved under the heavy material of the skirt to stroke across Koyama’s inner thighs before bumping against the hardness of his cock.
A sound escaped both of them at that, and then another escaped Koyama as he grew braver and wrapped one hand around it even as he continued to explore skin he couldn’t see with his other hand.
It was almost easier to do when he couldn’t see anything. There was a certain amount of boldness to his motions that he knew he wouldn’t have had if Koyama had been naked.
“Shige,” Koyama moaned softly, reaching behind him before holding something out. Sliding that hand not currently exploring the other boy’s cock out from under his dress he took the object absently before realizing it was a tube of lube. Blinking in surprise, he was greeted by a very Koyama-like giggle. “Ryo,” his friend explained softly. The answer not needing more than the one word to be a full explanation.
Flipping open the lid with his thumb he reluctantly pulled out his other hand even as he nudged Koyama to lay down fully on the table, his legs dangling over the edge on either side of Shige’s body.
His hands trembled as he poured some of the cool liquid onto them and bit out a curse as he missed his fingers entirely and some went right to the floor. Finally getting enough to use he set the tube aside and slid his hands back under Koyama’s costume.
Feeling a little braver at the soft sound of encouragement that the older boy made as one slick hand crept down towards the entrance of his body even as his other wrapped back around his cock, Shige breathed deeply to steady himself before sliding one finger gently inside.
“Shige…” Koyama’s back arched faintly as he tried to wiggle forward and control the depth of Shige’s touch in him.
It wasn’t long before Shige had three fingers inside of him, carefully avoiding his prostate not just to be a tease but so that Koyama didn’t come before he even got to be inside of him. He felt like he should say something as he finally pulled his fingers free and struggled to push his stupid tight pants down far enough before slicking his own cock with lube and pushing the skirt of Koyama’s dress up enough that he could see what he was doing as he guided himself inside but his voice was frozen in his throat as he pushed forward and it was all he could do to just breathe.
Koyama’s hands scrabbled uselessly at the slick surface of the table and his eyes fluttered shut. It was the most silent he had ever been when they were alone before and for a moment Shige couldn’t help but grin at the idea that all it took to shut Koyama up was to fuck him. That was until he was finally fully seated in Koyama’s tight body and all rational thought went as far away from him as much as rational thought avoided Aiba-chan.
Pulling out slowly, he pushed at the material of the dress until it was bunched up around Koyama’s waist, baring his lower body to Shige’s dark gaze. His cheeks flushed with equal parts embarrassment and arousal at the sight of Koyama’s cock heavy against his flat belly as well as his own halfway out of his friend’s body.
It was probably so wrong but felt so right to be doing this. He hadn’t even known he wanted it and yet here he was, fucking Koyama with slow hesitant movements that were steadily getting more confident. He couldn’t help but wonder how long they had been building up to this and how Koyama and Ryo had known before he had. After all, wasn’t he supposed to be the smart one?
“Shige, stop thinking and just do it,” Koyama managed to hiss out as his hips strained to lift and push to increase the speed of Shige’s motions.
At those roughly spoken words Shige felt the last of his anxiety melt away and he settled into a hard and fast rhythm that had the table beneath Koyama sliding slightly with every thrust. It wasn’t long before he could feel his orgasm sliding down his spine and he uncurled one hand from Koyama’s slender hip to wrap it around his cock and jerk him off.
A high noise escaped Koyama at the touch and his lashes fluttered on pink cheeks even as his mouth dropped open to gasp for air at the flood of sensation overwhelming his body. His knees tightened against Shige’s hips and his shoed feet found purchase against the backs of Shige’s legs as he too got closer to climax.
Eyes dropping shut as he felt Koyama’s climax rip through him, tightening his body around his cock, Shige let go of the control that had been holding his own release back and struggled to push through almost painful pressure to come inside of Koyama’s body. He continued to thrust until his body felt like it was about to fall apart from the pressure and then it took all of his remaining strength not to fall on top of Koyama and smoosh him into the tabletop.
Breathing heavily and wondering if he should have pulled out before he came, he struggled to open his eyes. When he did it was to meet Koyama giving him a look that he’d never seen on his friend’s face before. Lifting one shaking hand, he cupped the other boy’s cheek gently and couldn’t help but smile as Koyama pushed into the touch like a cat, his bright eyes covered by the lids once more as he let out a sated sigh.
“I’d apologize,” Shige said softly as he pulled out slowly, kicking his ridiculous pants all the way off, “but I think that might get me slapped.” He smiled again as Koyama once more opened his eyes at the loss of Shige’s warm body against him and propped himself up on his elbows.
Instead of looking at Shige though, he was looking past him with an amused smirk. “I don’t know, I think Ryo-chan needs an apology.”
Blanching - and feeling very exposed with his ass bared to the world (or at least the room) - Shige turned and looked to see Ryo standing in the room, a faintly shell-shocked look on his face. Clearly he hadn’t actually expected Shige to do anything about his attraction to Koyama, despite his goading.
Pulling himself together, Shige cleaned himself up with his shirt and tugged his regular boxers and jeans on before speaking somewhat nonchalantly. “I don’t know if he needs an apology so much as a thank you.”
Happy Halloween~!