{fic} 1 career choice that Ueda maybe shouldn't have chosen
Title: 1 career choice that Ueda maybe shouldn't have chosen
Fandom: KAT-TUN
Pairing: Kanzaki Shizuku (Kami no Shizuku) / Ueda Tatsuya
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "Instead of Miyabi, Ueda is Shizuku's sidekick in wine, except Ueda has very low alcohol tolerance, and is a very horny drunk."
Notes: For the spring meme, here. :D atenishinai, if you see this, this is why I started watching KnS. |D And also what I wrote while watching Higurashi orz.
thomas baudinette if you see this you're a bitch.
"Hey, Shizuku~n," Ueda says as Shizuku closes the door, "you should try this!" He gestures towards the bottle held loosely in one hand, and giggles as the other rushes over before Ueda can drop it, carefully taking the bottle from his hands.
"What are you doing in my apartment?" Shizuku asks. "And when did you get this?"
He waves a hand. "I'm a sommelier-in-training, when do you think I got it?"
"If I don't think about it too much," Shizuku says, "that actually makes sense. And you didn't answer my other question." He sighs. "You know you can't hold your alcohol."
"I can so!" Ueda pouts, sitting up and crossing his arms, looking very much like he's going to faint at any minute now. Shizuku's stare is unwavering, and Ueda deflates after a little. "Okay, maybe I can't. But I have to learn to at some point!"
"You can't really learn to hold your alcohol," Shizuku says knowledgeably. "All you can really do is get your body used to it a bit at a time, not--hey, that's beside the point. Let's get you to bed before you puke on the couch or something." He sets the bottle down on the side table ("Christ, you didn't even drink that much--how're you already drunk?!" he mutters to himself) and tries to pull Ueda up off the couch.
It fails. Somehow, Ueda is still just as strong drunk as he is sober, and Shizuku's attempt ends in him getting pulled down into Ueda's lap. He sighs again, ignores the fluttery feeling in his stomach and tries to get up.
"Don't go, Shizu-kun," Ueda whines, and his arms wrap around Shizuku's stomach before the other can fully get away, pulling him in close again. "I'm lone~ly."
"I just saw you this morning," Shizuku says.
"But I still missed you," Ueda breathes into his ear. The butterflies double in force and Shizuku shifts uncomfortably on Ueda's legs. "Didn't you miss me?"
"Maybe," Shizuku says uncomfortably, as one of Ueda's hands slips from his lower back to his stomach. "God, you're awfully clingy--oh my god what are you doing?!" he shouts, manage to break Ueda's grip and springing away.
"What does it look like?" he pouts, sitting back with his legs spread, shoulders tucked inward and looking away demurely.
"I don't know?" Shizuku says, flailing a little in his mind. Ueda--if it's even possible--pouts more.
"This is why you're not doing well," Ueda says finally. Shizuku just looks at him funny. Ueda nods to himself, gets up (and nearly falls down) before moving forward and practically hanging off of Shizuku's shoulder. "Shizuku," he breathes (When did he drop the -kun?, Shizuku wonders), and--
He freezes. "...that had better be a bottle opener in your pocket," Shizuku states as something digs into his hip.
"What? Um, mine's on the table," Ueda says, not quite getting it. There's a brief silence.
"Oh my god, how the hell did I get into this situation," Shizuku says despairingly. He doesn't quite know what to think (his best friend, or as close as he can get to one, is possibly gay for him and he might possibly be gay back) or do (--but it can't possibly get worse, right?).
Luckily for him, Ueda still has enough of his brain functioning to think for the both of them. "Shizuku," he says again, "do you want me?" He's sloppy-looking and drunk and his shirt is slipping off a shoulder and his hair is a tousled mess but Shizuku thinks that maybe he wants Ueda more right now than he's ever before. He doesn't say anything, though, he's too afraid of what might--or might not--happen.
Ueda glances down, and smiles. "You don't have to answer," he says, as a hand slips down to trail along the waistband of his pants. "I think I already know, ne?" And with a deftness that shouldn't be possible for someone as drunk as he is, he unbuttons Shizuku's pants with one hand and before Shizuku realizes what's happening, a hand (--Ueda's hand) is on his cock, stroking lightly.
"Please?" he whispers into Shizuku's ear, breathy and needless. Shizuku hesitates. And then nods, just once.
"We shouldn't be doing this," Shizuku says, leaning over Ueda on his bed, both naked where it counts.
"Oh my god, this isn't a J-drama," Ueda says in return. "Would you just get on with it?" Shizuku sighs in defeat and dips down to capture Ueda's lips in an open-mouthed kiss, slick and hot and everything he's ever dreamed of. It lasts for what feels like ages, until--regrettably--they both have to pull away for air.
“Please,” Ueda says, thrusting his hips up. “Do something, Shizuku…”
“What do you want me to do?” he hums, pressuring back and leaning down to lick up his neck.
“As long is it’s you, I don’t care,” Ueda says, sighing in pleasure. Kanzaki reaches down, stroking the sharp line of his hipbone.
“Are you sure?” he asks, fingers slowly edging towards Ueda’s cock. Ueda nods, pulling him closer. “Anything,” Ueda whispers into his ear. “Please.”
Shizuku hesitates. On one hand, he doesn’t want to hurt Ueda because he cares about him and he’d feel bad if he did. On the other hand, they both want this-it’s obvious, by the breathy sounds Ueda is making (and Shizuku knows what he wants himself)-and he’s pretty sure that Ueda’s drunk enough, even on that small amount of alcohol, to not feel any pain.
And so he decides.
He gets onto his knees, the hand on Ueda’s hip finally making it to his cock. The other comes up to trace his jawline, as Shizuku licks and sucks at Ueda’s neck. “More,” Ueda moans, “please.” (It figures that he’s a horny drunk-he’s clingy enough sober.)
“I don’t have anything,” Shizuku says. “Are you sure?”
“I don’t care,” Ueda says. He reaches up, taking Shizuku’s cock into his hand and does something with the tip that makes him see stars and want to be in him, now. He prods at Ueda’s mouth with two fingers, who takes them in and sucks and licks for most everything he’s worth. Shizuku shudders (he can’t last much longer), taking them out and going down Ueda’s body until he reaches Ueda’s ass.
“This might sting a little,” Shizuku says, tracing Ueda’s entrance. Ueda locks eyes with him, nods and Shizuku presses his index finger in. It’s tight, and the lack of proper lube isn’t making things any easier, but Ueda seems to love it (if his moans and calls for “more, oh my god” where any indication) and Shizuku-Shizuku thinks that he must be dreaming, or something utterly as amazing.
“I’m ready,” Ueda says finally, fidgeting and-even if he doesn’t mean to-trying to push down onto Shizuku’s fingers. Shizuku smirks, taking his fingers out-Ueda whimpers-and positions his cock at Ueda’s entrance.
“Just say the word,” Shizuku teases, pushing at it lighter.
“Please,” Ueda says again, “would you?”
“Would I what?” Shizuku asks innocently.
“Fuck me,” Ueda pleads, trying to push down onto Shizuku’s cock. “I need it...” Shizuku laughs, and thrusts fully in at his words. He sighs at the feel of Ueda’s muscles clenching around him, and revels in the breathy (and whorish, he has to kind of admit) moans that slip from Ueda’s lips.
“Harder,” Ueda says, “harder.” Shizuku can’t believe that he can say that when he’s obviously going to be sore in the morning, but he tells himself that it’s the alcohol talking and-if Ueda’s offering, he’s not going to turn it down.
Ueda’s drunk and Shizuku’s high on the mood and both of them love the sex. Or, at least, they love it right now. Shizuku’s pretty sure he’ll still love it in the morning, but he’s not so sure that Ueda will like it in the morning.
It lasts for what seems like forever, the sensations assaulting Shizuku, but at the same time it isn’t long before he can feel himself about to come. Ueda is, apparently, very good at being on the receiving end of gay sex-even if he doesn’t know it himself. He reaches up to grasp Ueda’s cock, stroking and squeezing in sync with his own thrusts.
“Hey, hey,” Ueda says, “I’m going to-I’m going to-“
“Go ahead,” Shizuku whispers hotly, licking the shell of Ueda’s ear before nipping it lightly.
And Ueda does, moaning and arching up, come splashing over his stomach. Shizuku moans as well, before coming, arms giving out so that he rests right on Ueda.
“Thanks,” Ueda murmurs in his ear. “That was…really nice.” He yawns.
“Oh my god, don’t fall asleep on me,” Shizuku says frantically.
The next morning, when he wakes up, he sees Ueda looking at him with a curious stare.
“That was…” Ueda starts as Shizuku starts waking up more. He sits up and tries to get out of bed, before falling, obviously due to the fact that his ass is very, very sore.
“Painful?” Shizuku supplies, looking over the edge at Ueda
“No, I’m actually wondering why we didn’t do it before,” Ueda says, looking back up at Shizuku. He smiles widely, and Shizuku, for some reason, feels himself smiling back.
Fandom: KAT-TUN
Pairing: Kanzaki Shizuku (Kami no Shizuku) / Ueda Tatsuya
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "Instead of Miyabi, Ueda is Shizuku's sidekick in wine, except Ueda has very low alcohol tolerance, and is a very horny drunk."
Notes: For the spring meme, here. :D atenishinai, if you see this, this is why I started watching KnS. |D And also what I wrote while watching Higurashi orz.
thomas baudinette if you see this you're a bitch.
"Hey, Shizuku~n," Ueda says as Shizuku closes the door, "you should try this!" He gestures towards the bottle held loosely in one hand, and giggles as the other rushes over before Ueda can drop it, carefully taking the bottle from his hands.
"What are you doing in my apartment?" Shizuku asks. "And when did you get this?"
He waves a hand. "I'm a sommelier-in-training, when do you think I got it?"
"If I don't think about it too much," Shizuku says, "that actually makes sense. And you didn't answer my other question." He sighs. "You know you can't hold your alcohol."
"I can so!" Ueda pouts, sitting up and crossing his arms, looking very much like he's going to faint at any minute now. Shizuku's stare is unwavering, and Ueda deflates after a little. "Okay, maybe I can't. But I have to learn to at some point!"
"You can't really learn to hold your alcohol," Shizuku says knowledgeably. "All you can really do is get your body used to it a bit at a time, not--hey, that's beside the point. Let's get you to bed before you puke on the couch or something." He sets the bottle down on the side table ("Christ, you didn't even drink that much--how're you already drunk?!" he mutters to himself) and tries to pull Ueda up off the couch.
It fails. Somehow, Ueda is still just as strong drunk as he is sober, and Shizuku's attempt ends in him getting pulled down into Ueda's lap. He sighs again, ignores the fluttery feeling in his stomach and tries to get up.
"Don't go, Shizu-kun," Ueda whines, and his arms wrap around Shizuku's stomach before the other can fully get away, pulling him in close again. "I'm lone~ly."
"I just saw you this morning," Shizuku says.
"But I still missed you," Ueda breathes into his ear. The butterflies double in force and Shizuku shifts uncomfortably on Ueda's legs. "Didn't you miss me?"
"Maybe," Shizuku says uncomfortably, as one of Ueda's hands slips from his lower back to his stomach. "God, you're awfully clingy--oh my god what are you doing?!" he shouts, manage to break Ueda's grip and springing away.
"What does it look like?" he pouts, sitting back with his legs spread, shoulders tucked inward and looking away demurely.
"I don't know?" Shizuku says, flailing a little in his mind. Ueda--if it's even possible--pouts more.
"This is why you're not doing well," Ueda says finally. Shizuku just looks at him funny. Ueda nods to himself, gets up (and nearly falls down) before moving forward and practically hanging off of Shizuku's shoulder. "Shizuku," he breathes (When did he drop the -kun?, Shizuku wonders), and--
He freezes. "...that had better be a bottle opener in your pocket," Shizuku states as something digs into his hip.
"What? Um, mine's on the table," Ueda says, not quite getting it. There's a brief silence.
"Oh my god, how the hell did I get into this situation," Shizuku says despairingly. He doesn't quite know what to think (his best friend, or as close as he can get to one, is possibly gay for him and he might possibly be gay back) or do (--but it can't possibly get worse, right?).
Luckily for him, Ueda still has enough of his brain functioning to think for the both of them. "Shizuku," he says again, "do you want me?" He's sloppy-looking and drunk and his shirt is slipping off a shoulder and his hair is a tousled mess but Shizuku thinks that maybe he wants Ueda more right now than he's ever before. He doesn't say anything, though, he's too afraid of what might--or might not--happen.
Ueda glances down, and smiles. "You don't have to answer," he says, as a hand slips down to trail along the waistband of his pants. "I think I already know, ne?" And with a deftness that shouldn't be possible for someone as drunk as he is, he unbuttons Shizuku's pants with one hand and before Shizuku realizes what's happening, a hand (--Ueda's hand) is on his cock, stroking lightly.
"Please?" he whispers into Shizuku's ear, breathy and needless. Shizuku hesitates. And then nods, just once.
"We shouldn't be doing this," Shizuku says, leaning over Ueda on his bed, both naked where it counts.
"Oh my god, this isn't a J-drama," Ueda says in return. "Would you just get on with it?" Shizuku sighs in defeat and dips down to capture Ueda's lips in an open-mouthed kiss, slick and hot and everything he's ever dreamed of. It lasts for what feels like ages, until--regrettably--they both have to pull away for air.
“Please,” Ueda says, thrusting his hips up. “Do something, Shizuku…”
“What do you want me to do?” he hums, pressuring back and leaning down to lick up his neck.
“As long is it’s you, I don’t care,” Ueda says, sighing in pleasure. Kanzaki reaches down, stroking the sharp line of his hipbone.
“Are you sure?” he asks, fingers slowly edging towards Ueda’s cock. Ueda nods, pulling him closer. “Anything,” Ueda whispers into his ear. “Please.”
Shizuku hesitates. On one hand, he doesn’t want to hurt Ueda because he cares about him and he’d feel bad if he did. On the other hand, they both want this-it’s obvious, by the breathy sounds Ueda is making (and Shizuku knows what he wants himself)-and he’s pretty sure that Ueda’s drunk enough, even on that small amount of alcohol, to not feel any pain.
And so he decides.
He gets onto his knees, the hand on Ueda’s hip finally making it to his cock. The other comes up to trace his jawline, as Shizuku licks and sucks at Ueda’s neck. “More,” Ueda moans, “please.” (It figures that he’s a horny drunk-he’s clingy enough sober.)
“I don’t have anything,” Shizuku says. “Are you sure?”
“I don’t care,” Ueda says. He reaches up, taking Shizuku’s cock into his hand and does something with the tip that makes him see stars and want to be in him, now. He prods at Ueda’s mouth with two fingers, who takes them in and sucks and licks for most everything he’s worth. Shizuku shudders (he can’t last much longer), taking them out and going down Ueda’s body until he reaches Ueda’s ass.
“This might sting a little,” Shizuku says, tracing Ueda’s entrance. Ueda locks eyes with him, nods and Shizuku presses his index finger in. It’s tight, and the lack of proper lube isn’t making things any easier, but Ueda seems to love it (if his moans and calls for “more, oh my god” where any indication) and Shizuku-Shizuku thinks that he must be dreaming, or something utterly as amazing.
“I’m ready,” Ueda says finally, fidgeting and-even if he doesn’t mean to-trying to push down onto Shizuku’s fingers. Shizuku smirks, taking his fingers out-Ueda whimpers-and positions his cock at Ueda’s entrance.
“Just say the word,” Shizuku teases, pushing at it lighter.
“Please,” Ueda says again, “would you?”
“Would I what?” Shizuku asks innocently.
“Fuck me,” Ueda pleads, trying to push down onto Shizuku’s cock. “I need it...” Shizuku laughs, and thrusts fully in at his words. He sighs at the feel of Ueda’s muscles clenching around him, and revels in the breathy (and whorish, he has to kind of admit) moans that slip from Ueda’s lips.
“Harder,” Ueda says, “harder.” Shizuku can’t believe that he can say that when he’s obviously going to be sore in the morning, but he tells himself that it’s the alcohol talking and-if Ueda’s offering, he’s not going to turn it down.
Ueda’s drunk and Shizuku’s high on the mood and both of them love the sex. Or, at least, they love it right now. Shizuku’s pretty sure he’ll still love it in the morning, but he’s not so sure that Ueda will like it in the morning.
It lasts for what seems like forever, the sensations assaulting Shizuku, but at the same time it isn’t long before he can feel himself about to come. Ueda is, apparently, very good at being on the receiving end of gay sex-even if he doesn’t know it himself. He reaches up to grasp Ueda’s cock, stroking and squeezing in sync with his own thrusts.
“Hey, hey,” Ueda says, “I’m going to-I’m going to-“
“Go ahead,” Shizuku whispers hotly, licking the shell of Ueda’s ear before nipping it lightly.
And Ueda does, moaning and arching up, come splashing over his stomach. Shizuku moans as well, before coming, arms giving out so that he rests right on Ueda.
“Thanks,” Ueda murmurs in his ear. “That was…really nice.” He yawns.
“Oh my god, don’t fall asleep on me,” Shizuku says frantically.
The next morning, when he wakes up, he sees Ueda looking at him with a curious stare.
“That was…” Ueda starts as Shizuku starts waking up more. He sits up and tries to get out of bed, before falling, obviously due to the fact that his ass is very, very sore.
“Painful?” Shizuku supplies, looking over the edge at Ueda
“No, I’m actually wondering why we didn’t do it before,” Ueda says, looking back up at Shizuku. He smiles widely, and Shizuku, for some reason, feels himself smiling back.