Je: It's All of Us (1/1)
Title: It's All of Us
Fandom: Bi Shadow
Author: blahchiharu
Pairing: Hokuto/BI SHADOW
Rating: PG?
wordcount: ~1000
Summary: Matsumura Hokuto is told that, in order to be properly initiated into BI Shadow, he needs to pass a test.
Matsumura Hokuto is told that, in order to be properly initiated into BI Shadow, he needs to pass a test. The test, Nakaken explains later, is to kiss all three current members.
“What?” Hokuto stares. He’s been told that jyannis have odd senses of humor, so he’s cross between laughing and running away. “That’s not funny, Kento-kun.”
“You’re not allowed to call me Kento unless you pass the test.” Nakaken whistles instead, busy situating himself next to Takahata.
“Um.” Hokuto swallows as an unexplainable fear washes over him. He leaves the room, ignoring the way Fuma’s eyes follow him as he exits.
“Suit yourself!” Nakaken’s laugh rings in Hokuto’s head for the rest of the day.
Hokuto has never kissed anyone in his life. He thinks, at age thirteen, he still has a long way to go. How stupid, he thinks, as he rolls around his bed that night. Yet, his mind wanders to Fuma’s knowing smile and Takahata’s even gaze. Something tells him that Nakaken wasn’t joking. Hokuto thinks about their footage in JUMP’s concert DVD and the dramas they already have to their names. Suddenly they seem so far away, and suddenly Hokuto feels unworthy of being in BI SHADOW.
Hokuto knows what he needs to do.
He gives his first kiss to Nakaken because, despite the boy’s constant teasing, Nakaken’s perpetual smile makes him oddly comfortable. They’re busy practicing the dance moves for the shokura medley when Hokuto trips. Nakaken laughs as he pulls the younger boy up, grinning, “Be careful, ne?”
Hokuto swallows his nervousness and grasps tighter on Nakaken’s arm, leaning forward to take the leap. Their noses bump instead, and Hokuto pulls away with a small wince.
Nakaken looks at him for a minute before grinning. “You’re cute,” he says while cupping the younger boy’s cheeks. Nakaken’s kiss is brisk and soft, but it makes the butterflies in Hokuto’s stomach flutter uncontrollably.
“You’ve never done this before, right?” Nakaken grins.
Hokuto shakes his head, face red.
“Well.” Nakaken smiles again. “Thanks for giving me so much credit.”
The younger boy sighs, suddenly relieved. It doesn’t last very long, because Nakaken now wants to know, “so was it good for you too?”
Fuma is a lot easier than Hokuto expects. In fact, Fuma kisses him instead.
“You had something there,” Fuma grins as he presses another kiss to the edge of Hokuto’s lips. Fuma’s tongue swipes lightly against Hokuto’s lower lip before he pulls back, beaming. “You taste sweet.”
“What?” The fresh junior stares, suddenly missing the other boy’s warmth from that one moment of audacity. By the time his voice comes back, Fuma has already bounced away with Hokuto’s box of orange juice.
“Sweet, huh?” Hokuto bites his own lips. The taste of bubble gum lingers, and he can’t help but bring a finger to his lip. He swears that Fuma is the sweeter one.
Hokuto doesn’t plan on approaching Takahata last. In fact, he doesn’t plan on approaching Takahata at all. He knows this fear of the boy is completely groundless. Takahata has harassed and teased him the least out of the three, probably because he has also acknowledged Hokuto the least.
Yet, there’s something unreadable in Takahata’s eyes when he looks up at Hokuto’s entrance. Takahata sits calmly on the couch, flipping through a notebook as he scribbles quick equations on the pages.
But he’s come so far, Hokuto thinks as he approaches the older boy. Takahata doesn’t look like he would punch him for this, Hokuto thinks, as he sets his hand on Takahata’s shoulder and leans down.
Takahata’s lips are warm and softer than Hokuto expected. He vaguely remembers hearing the sound of Takahata’s notebook falling to the ground before hands are tangled in his hair. Takahata meets his challenge heads on, pulling the boy further towards him with one hand while his other play lightly in the newcomer’s dark locks.
For some reason Hokuto is glad that he came to Takahata last. He melts a little into Takahata’s lap and continues until finally pulling away, lashes fluttering lightly as he glances down at the older boy.
Takahata looks a little smug at Hokuto’s lightness of breath. He doesn’t have time to comment, however, before Nakaken pulls his head around for his own kiss.
“Having fun?” Fuma asks, suddenly next to Hokuto as he helps the boy up. “Don’t expect a second one. They’ll be at it for awhile.”
“Huh?”
“Kento shares.” Fuma shrugs. “But sometimes he gets possessive too.”
“So, do all of you…” Hokuto trails off, suddenly shy.
“You mean, all of us?” Fuma tilts his head sideways with a smile. “Not very frequently, no. You know Kento was joking, right?”
“Oh, God.” Hokuto says, face red again.
“You’re mean,” Takahata tells Nakaken.
“He’s just shocked.” Nakaken shrugs. “You know, for making out with three other boys and actually enjoying it.”
“I think you just enjoy watching your boyfriend make out with other people.” Fuma smirks.
Hokuto is busy contemplating his grave mistake when three pairs of arms wrap around him and pull him down. Suddenly he is sprawled across the couch with his new bandmates. For some reason, he doesn’t mind the way Fuma leans his head on Hokuto’s shoulder or the way he feels Takahata’s breath on the back of his nape.
“The kissing works, Hokuto-kun.” Nakaken grins at the end of the group hug. “See? Now you’re completely comfortable around us.”
Hokuto laughs, because Nakaken is completely right.
[Fin]
AN: lol I hate random Japanese in fanfic titles, but fksj I'm in love with HSJ's "Memories", all right?
lol I feel somewhat ashamed of myself.. But then I thought about JJ and suddenly regained my pride.
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Fandom: Bi Shadow
Author: blahchiharu
Pairing: Hokuto/BI SHADOW
Rating: PG?
wordcount: ~1000
Summary: Matsumura Hokuto is told that, in order to be properly initiated into BI Shadow, he needs to pass a test.
Matsumura Hokuto is told that, in order to be properly initiated into BI Shadow, he needs to pass a test. The test, Nakaken explains later, is to kiss all three current members.
“What?” Hokuto stares. He’s been told that jyannis have odd senses of humor, so he’s cross between laughing and running away. “That’s not funny, Kento-kun.”
“You’re not allowed to call me Kento unless you pass the test.” Nakaken whistles instead, busy situating himself next to Takahata.
“Um.” Hokuto swallows as an unexplainable fear washes over him. He leaves the room, ignoring the way Fuma’s eyes follow him as he exits.
“Suit yourself!” Nakaken’s laugh rings in Hokuto’s head for the rest of the day.
Hokuto has never kissed anyone in his life. He thinks, at age thirteen, he still has a long way to go. How stupid, he thinks, as he rolls around his bed that night. Yet, his mind wanders to Fuma’s knowing smile and Takahata’s even gaze. Something tells him that Nakaken wasn’t joking. Hokuto thinks about their footage in JUMP’s concert DVD and the dramas they already have to their names. Suddenly they seem so far away, and suddenly Hokuto feels unworthy of being in BI SHADOW.
Hokuto knows what he needs to do.
He gives his first kiss to Nakaken because, despite the boy’s constant teasing, Nakaken’s perpetual smile makes him oddly comfortable. They’re busy practicing the dance moves for the shokura medley when Hokuto trips. Nakaken laughs as he pulls the younger boy up, grinning, “Be careful, ne?”
Hokuto swallows his nervousness and grasps tighter on Nakaken’s arm, leaning forward to take the leap. Their noses bump instead, and Hokuto pulls away with a small wince.
Nakaken looks at him for a minute before grinning. “You’re cute,” he says while cupping the younger boy’s cheeks. Nakaken’s kiss is brisk and soft, but it makes the butterflies in Hokuto’s stomach flutter uncontrollably.
“You’ve never done this before, right?” Nakaken grins.
Hokuto shakes his head, face red.
“Well.” Nakaken smiles again. “Thanks for giving me so much credit.”
The younger boy sighs, suddenly relieved. It doesn’t last very long, because Nakaken now wants to know, “so was it good for you too?”
Fuma is a lot easier than Hokuto expects. In fact, Fuma kisses him instead.
“You had something there,” Fuma grins as he presses another kiss to the edge of Hokuto’s lips. Fuma’s tongue swipes lightly against Hokuto’s lower lip before he pulls back, beaming. “You taste sweet.”
“What?” The fresh junior stares, suddenly missing the other boy’s warmth from that one moment of audacity. By the time his voice comes back, Fuma has already bounced away with Hokuto’s box of orange juice.
“Sweet, huh?” Hokuto bites his own lips. The taste of bubble gum lingers, and he can’t help but bring a finger to his lip. He swears that Fuma is the sweeter one.
Hokuto doesn’t plan on approaching Takahata last. In fact, he doesn’t plan on approaching Takahata at all. He knows this fear of the boy is completely groundless. Takahata has harassed and teased him the least out of the three, probably because he has also acknowledged Hokuto the least.
Yet, there’s something unreadable in Takahata’s eyes when he looks up at Hokuto’s entrance. Takahata sits calmly on the couch, flipping through a notebook as he scribbles quick equations on the pages.
But he’s come so far, Hokuto thinks as he approaches the older boy. Takahata doesn’t look like he would punch him for this, Hokuto thinks, as he sets his hand on Takahata’s shoulder and leans down.
Takahata’s lips are warm and softer than Hokuto expected. He vaguely remembers hearing the sound of Takahata’s notebook falling to the ground before hands are tangled in his hair. Takahata meets his challenge heads on, pulling the boy further towards him with one hand while his other play lightly in the newcomer’s dark locks.
For some reason Hokuto is glad that he came to Takahata last. He melts a little into Takahata’s lap and continues until finally pulling away, lashes fluttering lightly as he glances down at the older boy.
Takahata looks a little smug at Hokuto’s lightness of breath. He doesn’t have time to comment, however, before Nakaken pulls his head around for his own kiss.
“Having fun?” Fuma asks, suddenly next to Hokuto as he helps the boy up. “Don’t expect a second one. They’ll be at it for awhile.”
“Huh?”
“Kento shares.” Fuma shrugs. “But sometimes he gets possessive too.”
“So, do all of you…” Hokuto trails off, suddenly shy.
“You mean, all of us?” Fuma tilts his head sideways with a smile. “Not very frequently, no. You know Kento was joking, right?”
“Oh, God.” Hokuto says, face red again.
“You’re mean,” Takahata tells Nakaken.
“He’s just shocked.” Nakaken shrugs. “You know, for making out with three other boys and actually enjoying it.”
“I think you just enjoy watching your boyfriend make out with other people.” Fuma smirks.
Hokuto is busy contemplating his grave mistake when three pairs of arms wrap around him and pull him down. Suddenly he is sprawled across the couch with his new bandmates. For some reason, he doesn’t mind the way Fuma leans his head on Hokuto’s shoulder or the way he feels Takahata’s breath on the back of his nape.
“The kissing works, Hokuto-kun.” Nakaken grins at the end of the group hug. “See? Now you’re completely comfortable around us.”
Hokuto laughs, because Nakaken is completely right.
[Fin]
AN: lol I hate random Japanese in fanfic titles, but fksj I'm in love with HSJ's "Memories", all right?
lol I feel somewhat ashamed of myself.. But then I thought about JJ and suddenly regained my pride.
Love it? Hate it? Please leave some feedback, even if it may be a little late. You can also join the community, since I'll be locking up NC17 fics.