Overture // Kis-My-Ft2
100% SELF-INDULGENT! Iffy characterization, imprecise writing, awkward sex. You have been warned!
Overture
Kitayama/Fujigaya
NC-17, 1985 words, pwp
Even a Johnnys has a first time.
In retrospect, Kitayama wasn’t sure why he never saw it coming, because the kid was, after all, only two years younger than him and obviously just discovering his sexuality. But he hadn’t expected it, so it took him by surprise when he walked out of the bathroom of their shared hotel room to find Fujigaya lying in bed with a hand down his pants and bottom lip clenched between his teeth in pleasure.
Fujigaya was more surprised, though. He let out a noise halfway between a mortified squeak and a groan, and whipped his hand out to shove it behind his back. It didn’t help the situation, only making his erection more embarrassingly obvious, tenting the front of the thin track pants he was wearing.
"Just... forgot my shirt," Kitayama said after a pregnant pause. He went to get it out of his bag, the sound of the zipper opening and closing cut sharply through the heavy silence, then padded back to the bathroom for his shower. But, because he was who he was, he stopped just before he closed the door and called out with a smirk in his voice, "Go ahead and carry on with what you were doing before. I don’t mind if you jerk off while thinking about me in the shower.”
There was no sound from Fujigaya’s direction.
No words were exchanged when Kitayama got out of the shower. Fujigaya simply walked around him, head down, his own towel and bag of toiletries in hand.
He was still quiet when he came out again, studiously not looking at Kitayama, who was lying on his bed pretending to be asleep.
One surreptitious glance at Fujigaya's face, though, had Kitayama abandoning the pretense. "Taisuke," he began. But they had just that day agreed to start using their given names, and the syllables felt too awkward on his tongue for this delicate topic, so he reverted back to habit. "Fujigaya. Were you- Your eyes are red. You okay?"
Fujigaya climbed into bed and turned onto his side, his back to the older boy. "...I just got some shampoo in my eyes."
"Oh. Right." Kitayama got up to turn out the light, but instead of going back to his own bed, he went around to the other side of Fujigaya's bed and sat down.
"Fujigaya..." he said, putting a hand on the other's arm when he would have turned over, "I'm sorry, I was wrong to make fun of you. You don't have to be embarrassed. Everyone does it. It's a natural part of growing up."
In the darkness, Fujigaya's eyes were luminous as they look up at him; and Fujigaya's voice was soft and velvety and low, a hint of how he'll sound when his voice fully develops and he turns twenty and becomes an adult. "No, it's not. That's not it, exactly."
Kitayama didn’t know what to say to that. He was only seventeen, still new to the jimusho, still unaccustomed to thoughts of ambition and public image and self-restraint that these idol kids have grown up with. He was so often surprised at some of the things these kids worried about. He wondered if he should have just gone to bed and let the incidence pass by, instead; he wondered if he should get someone who'd been around longer and knew Fujigaya better - Jimmy or Yokoo or Goseki.
"Can I trust you?" Fujigaya asked, interrupting his train of thought.
"Yeah," replied Kitayama, "If you want to."
At this, Fujigaya shifted over to the side a little, and Kitayama understood it to be an invitation to share the covers. By the time he got settled, Fujigaya moved up against him, seeking comfort.
"So?" Kitayama prompted after a moment, "Are you going to tell me all your deep dark secrets?"
A small sound of amusement escaped from Fujigaya. "Shut up. Just... give me a moment. Deep dark secrets take time to reveal, you know."
He took so long that Kitayama was all but asleep when he finally did say it: "I... boys turn me on. Or - some girls do too, but definitely boys too. That’s why I-I'm not normal."
"Hmm," Kitayama murmured, sounding supremely underwhelmed by the big reveal, “Seems pretty average to me. It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone you have the hots for me.”
Fujigaya huffed a little, but before he could muster up the courage to admit to anything, Kitayama's breathing had already evened out.
When Kitayama woke up, only a little after dawn, there was something hard pressing against his thigh. He was lying on his back, but Fujigaya had somehow wrapped around him so that their bodies were pressed closely together. Slow, even breathing in his ear told him that Fujigaya was still asleep, perhaps dreaming. Gently, so as not to wake the younger man, Kitayama moved his hand down between them to gently palm Fujigaya through his underwear.
It didn’t take long before Fujigaya was fully hard. He made a little snuffling sound that might have passed for a moan, and shifted around in his sleep, falling away from Kitayama. Kitayama took this opportunity to move too, slowly getting to his hands and knees and moving down to the bottom half of the bed.
A small gasp from Fujigaya indicated that he was awake. Kitayama glanced up through his bangs to see Fujigaya look down at him with an expression half disbelieving and half ecstatic.
“H-Hiromitsu? What are you...?”
Kitayama didn’t stop to answer, though, as his mouth was currently busy with Fujigaya’s cock. He made a bit of a humming sound, something like “what does it look like I’m doing stupid,” enjoying the way the slight vibration made Fujigaya’s eyes flutter closed.
Now that Fujigaya was awake, Kitayama moved his mouth with a surer rhythm, taking the younger boy all the way to the base on his way down, and making sure to pay special attention to that sensitive spot under the tip with his tongue on the way up. In no time at all, Fujigaya was letting out helpless little moans with every panting breath, thighs trembling in pleasure.
When Kitayama reached to fondle his balls lightly with one hand, Fujigaya’s hips snapped up involuntarily. “Gonna come!”
Except Fujigaya’s choked out warning wound up being basically pointless. Instead of letting Kitayama back off, he pushed the older boy’s head down, Kitayama’s mouth hot and wet and amazing around his cock as he came hard.
“S-sorry,” stammered a pink-faced Fujigaya, minutes later, looking anywhere but at Kitayama. “I meant to let you pull away... but it just... felt really good?”
Kitayama snorted, “Are you asking me?”
“No?"
Kitayama couldn’t help laughing at this, and a moment later Fujigaya joined in. The laughter seemed to relieve the tension in him, and glancing from the clock to Kitayama’s crotch, he said, “What I am asking you is... Do you want me to return the favor?”
“Well, it would be appreciated~”
“You’ll have to teach me,” said Fujigaya, lifting his chin defiantly, “I’ve never done this before.”
He started to reach for Kitayama’s pants, taking the initiative before he got too embarrassed about it all, but Kitayama reached out to still his hand for a moment. “Are you sure?” he asked with a suddenly serious look at Fujigaya, “You don’t want to save your first time for a special occasion? Someone special?”
Fujigaya laughed a little at this and swatted Kitayama’s hand away, reaching for the drawstring of his pants, “You should have thought of that before you blew me.”
The mechanics of it weren't very different from when he got himself off, Fujigaya reflected. Their anatomies were the same, after all, and Fujigaya was observant, so it didn’t take him long to figure out what Kitayama liked: a firm grip (firmer than what he preferred himself) with a bit of a twist when he reached the tip, a quick rhythm, and the older boy breathed sighs of appreciation when Fujigaya’s other hand wandered to caress an inner-thigh or tweak a nipple playfully.
Kitayama wasn’t vocal, exactly, but he was good about talking Fujigaya through the motions whenever the younger boy hesitated. “Keep going,” he encouraged, when Fujigaya had stroked him for a few solid minutes, “It’s just - sometimes it takes a while in the morning. You’re doing good though, feels really good.”
On impulse, Fujigaya leaned down and kissed the tip of Kitayama’s cock; the resulting sigh from Kitayama was unmistakable. Tentatively, he flicked at the underside of the shaft with his tongue. (A detached part of his mind thought how strange it was to be so close to another man’s penis that he could see the veins under the skin and smell the oddly tangy scent of sex.)
“God, Fujigaya,” said Kitayama, thrusting his hips up a little in an obvious suggestion.
“Taisuke,” corrected Fujigaya, rather irrelevantly. Then, with wrinkled brow, “I - How do you, um, prevent teeth?”
“Use your lips. Hmm, it’s hard to explain. Just try it out, slowly at first, and you’ll get the hang of it.” He winked down at Fujigaya. “I guess I’ll have to trust you.”
So Fujigaya licked his lips and ever-so-slowly took Kitayama into his mouth. Bit by bit, he moved down the length, then just as slowly back up. It really wasn't difficult, he discovered, to keep his teeth away when he used his lips to grip the shaft. Glancing up, he was gratified to see Kitayama’s eyes closed in appreciation.
As soon as he got the hang of the whole no teeth thing, he began to bob his head up and down quicker, slowly increasing the pace. Belatedly, he remembered to apply suction. Kitayama let out a low murmur of approval, and threaded his fingers through Fujigaya’s hair.
Kitayama wasn’t exactly huge by anyone’s standards (after all, the boy himself was only yea tall), but Fujigaya, new to all of it, had trouble getting his lips all the way to the base. After two or three awkward attempts, Kitayama helped him out by jerking himself off with thumb and forefinger, while Fujigaya put his efforts into finding the perfect speed and amount of suction. They found their rhythm quickly, and Fujigaya noticed Kitayama’s stomach tightening in pre-orgasmic tension.
“I’m getting close,” Kitayama said, putting a hand below Fujigaya’s chin. “You - ahh - better get up soon.”
Fujigaya pulled away, but only to place Kitayama’s hand firmly on the sheets and lick his lips to wet them again. He blew lightly over the tip of Kitayama’s cock, making it twitch, before taking it back into his mouth. He swirled his tongue right under the ridge of the head, just as Kitayama had done to him, and delighted in the way Kitayama’s cock twitched again in his mouth.
“Mmm, Taisuke,” moaned Kitayama, and then Fujigaya felt him pulsing, coming into his mouth.
“It tastes funny,” said Fujigaya, wrinkling his nose at Kitayama. "Ick."
“I told you to get up,” Kitayama told him wryly, but got out of bed to fetch Fujigaya a cup of water anyway.
This time, it was Kitayama who apologized. “Sorry about...” he waves a hand vaguely in the direction of Fujigaya’s pants.
“About what? Getting me off?”
“Well, that it was your first time. I guess I... forgot or didn’t really think it through or something.”
Fujigaya shoved him roughly on the shoulder, hard enough to unbalance at Kitayama at the edge of the bed and making him squawk and flail around a bit. “Stupid. You suck!”
“...Suck you, why yes, I did.”
Fujigaya shoved him again, this time making Kitayama actually fall off the bed with a thump.
When Kitayama stuck his head up over the mattress to whine at him, Fujigaya reached over to muss up already tousled hair. “It’s okay, you’re pretty special.”
(“Just what exactly do you mean by ‘special’?” said Kitayama suspiciously.
Fujigaya snickered.)
Note(s):
Overture n. 1. An introduction to something more substantial; 2. An approach or proposal made to someone with the aim of opening negotiations or establishing a relationship
Overture
Kitayama/Fujigaya
NC-17, 1985 words, pwp
Even a Johnnys has a first time.
In retrospect, Kitayama wasn’t sure why he never saw it coming, because the kid was, after all, only two years younger than him and obviously just discovering his sexuality. But he hadn’t expected it, so it took him by surprise when he walked out of the bathroom of their shared hotel room to find Fujigaya lying in bed with a hand down his pants and bottom lip clenched between his teeth in pleasure.
Fujigaya was more surprised, though. He let out a noise halfway between a mortified squeak and a groan, and whipped his hand out to shove it behind his back. It didn’t help the situation, only making his erection more embarrassingly obvious, tenting the front of the thin track pants he was wearing.
"Just... forgot my shirt," Kitayama said after a pregnant pause. He went to get it out of his bag, the sound of the zipper opening and closing cut sharply through the heavy silence, then padded back to the bathroom for his shower. But, because he was who he was, he stopped just before he closed the door and called out with a smirk in his voice, "Go ahead and carry on with what you were doing before. I don’t mind if you jerk off while thinking about me in the shower.”
There was no sound from Fujigaya’s direction.
No words were exchanged when Kitayama got out of the shower. Fujigaya simply walked around him, head down, his own towel and bag of toiletries in hand.
He was still quiet when he came out again, studiously not looking at Kitayama, who was lying on his bed pretending to be asleep.
One surreptitious glance at Fujigaya's face, though, had Kitayama abandoning the pretense. "Taisuke," he began. But they had just that day agreed to start using their given names, and the syllables felt too awkward on his tongue for this delicate topic, so he reverted back to habit. "Fujigaya. Were you- Your eyes are red. You okay?"
Fujigaya climbed into bed and turned onto his side, his back to the older boy. "...I just got some shampoo in my eyes."
"Oh. Right." Kitayama got up to turn out the light, but instead of going back to his own bed, he went around to the other side of Fujigaya's bed and sat down.
"Fujigaya..." he said, putting a hand on the other's arm when he would have turned over, "I'm sorry, I was wrong to make fun of you. You don't have to be embarrassed. Everyone does it. It's a natural part of growing up."
In the darkness, Fujigaya's eyes were luminous as they look up at him; and Fujigaya's voice was soft and velvety and low, a hint of how he'll sound when his voice fully develops and he turns twenty and becomes an adult. "No, it's not. That's not it, exactly."
Kitayama didn’t know what to say to that. He was only seventeen, still new to the jimusho, still unaccustomed to thoughts of ambition and public image and self-restraint that these idol kids have grown up with. He was so often surprised at some of the things these kids worried about. He wondered if he should have just gone to bed and let the incidence pass by, instead; he wondered if he should get someone who'd been around longer and knew Fujigaya better - Jimmy or Yokoo or Goseki.
"Can I trust you?" Fujigaya asked, interrupting his train of thought.
"Yeah," replied Kitayama, "If you want to."
At this, Fujigaya shifted over to the side a little, and Kitayama understood it to be an invitation to share the covers. By the time he got settled, Fujigaya moved up against him, seeking comfort.
"So?" Kitayama prompted after a moment, "Are you going to tell me all your deep dark secrets?"
A small sound of amusement escaped from Fujigaya. "Shut up. Just... give me a moment. Deep dark secrets take time to reveal, you know."
He took so long that Kitayama was all but asleep when he finally did say it: "I... boys turn me on. Or - some girls do too, but definitely boys too. That’s why I-I'm not normal."
"Hmm," Kitayama murmured, sounding supremely underwhelmed by the big reveal, “Seems pretty average to me. It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone you have the hots for me.”
Fujigaya huffed a little, but before he could muster up the courage to admit to anything, Kitayama's breathing had already evened out.
When Kitayama woke up, only a little after dawn, there was something hard pressing against his thigh. He was lying on his back, but Fujigaya had somehow wrapped around him so that their bodies were pressed closely together. Slow, even breathing in his ear told him that Fujigaya was still asleep, perhaps dreaming. Gently, so as not to wake the younger man, Kitayama moved his hand down between them to gently palm Fujigaya through his underwear.
It didn’t take long before Fujigaya was fully hard. He made a little snuffling sound that might have passed for a moan, and shifted around in his sleep, falling away from Kitayama. Kitayama took this opportunity to move too, slowly getting to his hands and knees and moving down to the bottom half of the bed.
A small gasp from Fujigaya indicated that he was awake. Kitayama glanced up through his bangs to see Fujigaya look down at him with an expression half disbelieving and half ecstatic.
“H-Hiromitsu? What are you...?”
Kitayama didn’t stop to answer, though, as his mouth was currently busy with Fujigaya’s cock. He made a bit of a humming sound, something like “what does it look like I’m doing stupid,” enjoying the way the slight vibration made Fujigaya’s eyes flutter closed.
Now that Fujigaya was awake, Kitayama moved his mouth with a surer rhythm, taking the younger boy all the way to the base on his way down, and making sure to pay special attention to that sensitive spot under the tip with his tongue on the way up. In no time at all, Fujigaya was letting out helpless little moans with every panting breath, thighs trembling in pleasure.
When Kitayama reached to fondle his balls lightly with one hand, Fujigaya’s hips snapped up involuntarily. “Gonna come!”
Except Fujigaya’s choked out warning wound up being basically pointless. Instead of letting Kitayama back off, he pushed the older boy’s head down, Kitayama’s mouth hot and wet and amazing around his cock as he came hard.
“S-sorry,” stammered a pink-faced Fujigaya, minutes later, looking anywhere but at Kitayama. “I meant to let you pull away... but it just... felt really good?”
Kitayama snorted, “Are you asking me?”
“No?"
Kitayama couldn’t help laughing at this, and a moment later Fujigaya joined in. The laughter seemed to relieve the tension in him, and glancing from the clock to Kitayama’s crotch, he said, “What I am asking you is... Do you want me to return the favor?”
“Well, it would be appreciated~”
“You’ll have to teach me,” said Fujigaya, lifting his chin defiantly, “I’ve never done this before.”
He started to reach for Kitayama’s pants, taking the initiative before he got too embarrassed about it all, but Kitayama reached out to still his hand for a moment. “Are you sure?” he asked with a suddenly serious look at Fujigaya, “You don’t want to save your first time for a special occasion? Someone special?”
Fujigaya laughed a little at this and swatted Kitayama’s hand away, reaching for the drawstring of his pants, “You should have thought of that before you blew me.”
The mechanics of it weren't very different from when he got himself off, Fujigaya reflected. Their anatomies were the same, after all, and Fujigaya was observant, so it didn’t take him long to figure out what Kitayama liked: a firm grip (firmer than what he preferred himself) with a bit of a twist when he reached the tip, a quick rhythm, and the older boy breathed sighs of appreciation when Fujigaya’s other hand wandered to caress an inner-thigh or tweak a nipple playfully.
Kitayama wasn’t vocal, exactly, but he was good about talking Fujigaya through the motions whenever the younger boy hesitated. “Keep going,” he encouraged, when Fujigaya had stroked him for a few solid minutes, “It’s just - sometimes it takes a while in the morning. You’re doing good though, feels really good.”
On impulse, Fujigaya leaned down and kissed the tip of Kitayama’s cock; the resulting sigh from Kitayama was unmistakable. Tentatively, he flicked at the underside of the shaft with his tongue. (A detached part of his mind thought how strange it was to be so close to another man’s penis that he could see the veins under the skin and smell the oddly tangy scent of sex.)
“God, Fujigaya,” said Kitayama, thrusting his hips up a little in an obvious suggestion.
“Taisuke,” corrected Fujigaya, rather irrelevantly. Then, with wrinkled brow, “I - How do you, um, prevent teeth?”
“Use your lips. Hmm, it’s hard to explain. Just try it out, slowly at first, and you’ll get the hang of it.” He winked down at Fujigaya. “I guess I’ll have to trust you.”
So Fujigaya licked his lips and ever-so-slowly took Kitayama into his mouth. Bit by bit, he moved down the length, then just as slowly back up. It really wasn't difficult, he discovered, to keep his teeth away when he used his lips to grip the shaft. Glancing up, he was gratified to see Kitayama’s eyes closed in appreciation.
As soon as he got the hang of the whole no teeth thing, he began to bob his head up and down quicker, slowly increasing the pace. Belatedly, he remembered to apply suction. Kitayama let out a low murmur of approval, and threaded his fingers through Fujigaya’s hair.
Kitayama wasn’t exactly huge by anyone’s standards (after all, the boy himself was only yea tall), but Fujigaya, new to all of it, had trouble getting his lips all the way to the base. After two or three awkward attempts, Kitayama helped him out by jerking himself off with thumb and forefinger, while Fujigaya put his efforts into finding the perfect speed and amount of suction. They found their rhythm quickly, and Fujigaya noticed Kitayama’s stomach tightening in pre-orgasmic tension.
“I’m getting close,” Kitayama said, putting a hand below Fujigaya’s chin. “You - ahh - better get up soon.”
Fujigaya pulled away, but only to place Kitayama’s hand firmly on the sheets and lick his lips to wet them again. He blew lightly over the tip of Kitayama’s cock, making it twitch, before taking it back into his mouth. He swirled his tongue right under the ridge of the head, just as Kitayama had done to him, and delighted in the way Kitayama’s cock twitched again in his mouth.
“Mmm, Taisuke,” moaned Kitayama, and then Fujigaya felt him pulsing, coming into his mouth.
“It tastes funny,” said Fujigaya, wrinkling his nose at Kitayama. "Ick."
“I told you to get up,” Kitayama told him wryly, but got out of bed to fetch Fujigaya a cup of water anyway.
This time, it was Kitayama who apologized. “Sorry about...” he waves a hand vaguely in the direction of Fujigaya’s pants.
“About what? Getting me off?”
“Well, that it was your first time. I guess I... forgot or didn’t really think it through or something.”
Fujigaya shoved him roughly on the shoulder, hard enough to unbalance at Kitayama at the edge of the bed and making him squawk and flail around a bit. “Stupid. You suck!”
“...Suck you, why yes, I did.”
Fujigaya shoved him again, this time making Kitayama actually fall off the bed with a thump.
When Kitayama stuck his head up over the mattress to whine at him, Fujigaya reached over to muss up already tousled hair. “It’s okay, you’re pretty special.”
(“Just what exactly do you mean by ‘special’?” said Kitayama suspiciously.
Fujigaya snickered.)
Note(s):
Overture n. 1. An introduction to something more substantial; 2. An approach or proposal made to someone with the aim of opening negotiations or establishing a relationship