JE fic: Let Me [Yamapi/Kame; NC-17]
Let Me [Yamapi/Kame; NC-17]
by momo (
omoshiroina)
short and sweet pikame porn, yo.
notes: happy boobday birthday, pi ♥. inspired by staring at pi's h00j arms on the "let me" SC perf. also, the pikame fandom needs more pr0n. even though i sort of cheated on the sex and oh lord i seriously FAIL at this
They are surrounded by mirrors. Yamapi feels each and every one of them on his back, chest, face. He feels sometimes that while the mirrors afforded them less privacy, it was an invasion that was much welcomed, anyway. If he squints, he could see clearly the subtle outline of Ryo’s back muscles, the bounce of Tegoshi’s rear, the twitch of Koyama’s arms as they sling around a giggling Shigeaki.
Ah, Yamapi sighs in pleasure. Times like these were when he felt great to be leader. He sits back on the plastic chair, letting the cool water pass down his throat. He was beat, he truly was. In his long years spent in the business, he also knew how to take opportunities such as this - what with long nights spent rehearsing, dancing, bruising his legs and twisting his nerves into an anxious knot over murmured questions such as “How will the concert turn out?” and veiled comments of “Wonder how Uchi and Kusano are doing.” Yamapi knew the fine art of observation meant for purposes other than strictly observing alone. He lets go of the water bottle, his hand resting on his inner thigh. His hand is strangely warm even after holding something cool.
Yamapi closes his eyes, his hand vaguely caressing the cloth near his thighs. He wonders somewhere in the back of his head where his lover is, if he’s coming back today, will he see him in the studio for a long, slow fuck pressed against the--
“Oi, Pi, we’re going to the cafeteria for lunch. You coming?” Ryo’s voice breaks through his dreamlike lull. Yamapi doesn’t jerk awake like his first instinct tells him to. Instead he plays it cool and lazily cracks open an eye at the rest of his bandmates, who are all looking at him somewhat strangely with the exception of Ryo, whose eyes glint with knowing.
Shit, I’m always busted with Ryo. Yamapi returns Ryo’s knowing look with a small smirk. “Nah, you guys hurry on up. I’ll just change into something else and I’ll be down with you guys in a while.”
They all nod at him, taking their exits one by one. Yamapi watches Ryo as he’s the last to leave, and he’s surprised that Ryo does a double take by the door. He faintly hears Ryo’s “Go on inside, he’s waiting for you. Just finish your business before we all come back for rehearsals. Nobody likes seeing your skinny ass bouncing on Yamashita’s dick.” Yamapi’s ears perk up and this time he really does almost jerk out of his seat.
There is a faint laugh on the other side and a perfectly manicured hand reaches out to slap Ryo’s cheek gently. “Nishikido, you pervert.”
Ryo huffs before pushing past. Yamapi quickly leans back on his chair, crossing his arms on his chest and pretending to be asleep. He hears small footsteps coming closer and closer to him. Yamapi knows it’s his lover without even needing to see - he knows the timbre of his steps anywhere.
“Ya-ma-pi,” he blows into his ear, and on other people it might sound childish, but this is him and it promises of nothing but sweet temptations. Yamapi instantly feels his body heat rise up a few notches.
It takes a lot of self-control for him to not give in to the violent desire to push the other down right then and there and pound him onto one of the exercise mats. He opens an eye and allows a smile to rest on his lips. He then sits up and grabs the other by the waist, eliciting a soft “oh” as he rests his weight on Yamapi’s lap, legs on either side.
Yamapi takes a leisurely look at his lover, famed Japanese idol Kamenashi Kazuya - but to him he was just this adorable (but at this moment, oh so hot, mind you) boy, his Kazuya, wearing a faded navy blue shirt showing the outline of his nipples and artfully ripped, loose jeans. There is a faint odor of Burberry Cologne. Kazuya’s perfume and his sweat, the two odors combined - it all speaks of things to come.
“Ka-zu-ya,” Yamapi pulls Kazuya’s head down and says into the other’s mouth, nipping at Kazuya’s bottom lip. Kazuya’s hands are roaming his hair, going down to his neck and slowly, slowly traveling across his chest, rubbing the sweat-streaked nipples. And they are kissing, soft and sweet and then it turns rough as Yamapi’s touch grows hot and demanding.
A warm glow begins to build in Yamapi’s lower abdomen, reaching soft tendrils of heat into his limbs. He is wearing sweatpants, but he feels it growing tight, anyway.
“W-Wait,” Kazuya pulls away so suddenly that Yamapi almost groans out loud at the sudden loss of that much needed heat. And just when Kazuya’s ass was (probably unintentionally - or was it?) rubbing against the soft cloth on his groin-
“What are you doing?” Yamapi asks, blinking rapidly as Kazuya is across the room and rummaging through the various CDs on the rack. He is about to stand up to drag Kazuya away to finish their business which needed attending to now, thank you very much. But Kazuya stretches one arm, palm out, clearly telling him to stay put and so he does.
“How much time do we have?” Kazuya inquires. Pi could not believe the nerve of his lover. Didn’t he know that he was rapidly losing his erection and it was not nice to be such a fucking tease and was that his song playing?
Uh Ah motto motto kasanete together let’s dance
“Kazuya, why is Let Me playing?”
“I prepared a little number for you while riding the bus back to the building,” Kazuya winks, walking up to him at an agonizingly slow pace.
“Must have-” Yamapi discovers his voice is hoarse with want. “-taken you a long time.”
“Mm, not really,” Kazuya’s hands go down his shirt the exact moment that Yamapi’s Uh Ah resonates in the room. “My imagination works at an incredibly fast pace.”
Yamapi is left transfixed in his seat as Kazuya sways to the thrum of his voice. In record time he feels himself hardening yet again. He simply couldn’t think of a sight more erotic than this - seeing Kazuya’s wet his lips as he slowly takes off his shirt, wiggling out of it in a show that could be deemed illegal. His desire was swelling painfully oh god when was this going to end, but oh on second thought he didn’t exactly want it to end when the heat from Kazuya’s gaze was punctuated by the sound of his own groans from the blasted song. He never thought of his own voice as particularly arousing (that was probably more of Ryo or Jin’s area), but coupled with Kazuya’s hips jutting out in a steady rhythm, begging to be held down and dominated, he’d never thanked the gods more for the power of sound technology.
Tell me why aisuru imi tte nani
Love (kiss) me baby ima sugu ni kiss shitai
He hears himself pleading for a kiss and he feels the urgency. He wants to touch Kazuya’s lips, wants to put his mouth everywhere and suck him dry. It amazes him to hear himself panting, see himself in the array of mirrors - his flushed face is everywhere and Kazuya’s multiple reflections are all teasing him.
Cheat. Bastard - Yamapi thinks affectionately, wanting to say it out loud but he finds that he can’t; what comes out is a strangled moan that doesn’t quite sound like the one in the audio. This one is natural, guttural and real.
Yamapi’s vision blurs as Kazuya smiles at him, and then as the song ends Kazuya unexpectedly does the violent hip thrusts he too did on the performance of it. On the last thrust his whole body leans forward and he falls gracefully on his knees - right in front of his crotch.
“Oops,” Kazuya whispers, looking up at him through dark, lined lashes. “I tripped.” It’s the last thing he hears from Kazuya as the other pulls his pants and underwear down in one swift movement, freeing his cock, already tinged with an angry red. Yamapi takes hold of Kazuya’s soft hair and in a moment Kazuya’s mouth is on him, his fingers moving over his length slowly.
“God,” Yamapi gasps painfully, aching with pleasure. His Kazuya’s hot mouth moving against the grooves of his cock, he could feel the lines of Kazuya’s palm against the sensitive skin of his balls - he was going to explode soon, resistance be damned. Still, Yamapi blindly reaches down and tweaks Kazuya’s nipple in an effort to hold on a little longer.
“Don’t…don’t come yet,” Kazuya pants, releasing his cock with a soft pop. He gets up, brushes his knees for a second and holds out a hand to Yamapi. He tilts his head to the mats and Yamapi nods once, an amazing feat as he is currently on the verge of climax. He is thankful for the short distance from his chair to the mats, as he can’t exactly walk further than two meters thanks to his rock hard erection. He is sure that Kazuya feels the same, too, since he clearly stumbles as he unbuckles his belt and strips off his jeans. It would have made Yamapi chuckle if he wasn’t feeling so much heat.
“Let’s hurry, Pi,” Kazuya lays down on the mats and it doesn’t take long for Yamapi to be all over him, lips kissing a trail up his neck and hand pumping his cock. “They’re ahh going to be mmm done with lunch soon.”
Yamapi loves his group, but he doesn’t give a damn about them now. All that matters is Kazuya mewling into his mouth, bucking his hips against his hand’s ministrations.
“I want to be inside you,” Yamapi whispers harshly, desperately, fist tightening around Kazuya’s cock and tugging up and down, up and down. The precome gathered on the head smacks wetly under the force of his fingers. A twist of pleasure so fierce that Kazuya throws his head back for a moment and clutches at his Yamapi’s arms so tight he is afraid it would bruise.
“We - we can’t,” Kazuya raggedly replies in between moans. “I didn’t b-bring condoms or lube and your lunch break is almost over--”
Yamapi buries his face into Kazuya’s neck and a groans in a combination of frustration and utter pleasure. A raw, gutted sound tears its way out from his chest when Kazuya’s hand gripping his arm finds it way again to his cock.
Soon enough, Kazuya could feel pulses under his palm, a wet heat spreading under his fingers. That is all Kazuya needs. Crumpling in against Yamapi and shoving his cock into the tight circle of fingers, Kazuya comes, too, the head of his length leaving heavy smears of seed in its wake.
Yamapi’s body falls on top of Kazuya in a weary heap. He feels delirious all over, his mind still reeling from the experience. Sweat falls from his eyelids as he tiredly kisses Kazuya’s cheek and breathes,
“We’re not done here.”
Kazuya, chest rising and falling heavily and idly stroking his hair, smirks down at him. “Oh?”
“I still haven’t gotten to the main prize,” Yamapi gently turns Kazuya to the side, patting his butt cheek.
Kazuya laughs and swats his hand away, before his gaze catches the clock on the wall.
“Let’s finish this later,” he kisses Yamapi’s mouth and forces himself to get up.
Yamapi purses his lips into a pout, but he gets up to join his lover in cleaning up, anyway. He can still dream of future escapades, especially with Kazuya’s multiple reflections staring at him with looks that went straight to his groin.
“Ow!” Massu tumbles back to the floor after an unsuccessful backflip. Instantly, Tegoshi is all over him, inquiring.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Massu nods, his hands reaching up to grasp at something in his hair. “What the--”
Ryo blatantly pauses in his stretching to eavesdrop. Yamapi stiffens and tries to look everywhere but at Massu.
“Aw, you got rice in your hair. Or is this that sticky fish sauce we had?” Tegoshi cheerfully plucks the offending small clump of something from his friend’s hair. “Wow, it’s really sticky,” he titters, stretching it between his thumb and forefinger.
Shige, who has been observing the entire time, points to the substance with wide eyes.
“Uhh, Tego…”
Ryo has to bite his lip to keep from guffawing at the sudden shriek of realization from Tegoshi.
Yamapi goes into a corner and bangs his head repeatedly on the wall. It must be some sort of elaborate set up by KAT-TUN designed to kill off NewS one by one through casual acts of perversion.
Oh, you are most definitely paying later, Kamenashi.
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