Procrastination.
I should be studying. Or maybe reading articles for Asian Studies, but I'm really not in the mood. Let me have TODAY plz. And then I'll go full force into studying tomorrow. And Sunday. And Monday. And probably into Tuesday. *cries* I hate school right now, but I have to thank it for allowing me to be able to write instead of the streak of writer's block I had going throughout most of the summer.
Guys. I have a lot of things to post about. Picture wise anyway. I have these Russ-K caps that I took a VERY LONG TIME AGO. And I should write them up in honor of the Weeeek. Plus a lot (and by lot, I mean like 4 episodes worth with 70 and above each) of Yax3 caps in honor of *sobs* the cancelled Yax3 show. Oh so sadness. Plus a friend reminded me that, DUH, I still haven't posted my pictures from California and I have pictures from Sunday that I totally wanna brag about. :D So yay! Next week or so, because I don't see it happening anytime this week.
I also got a job for WORK STUDY. I'm excited. Although when I calculated it, if the minimum amount of hours is 8 like I think it is. I'll only end up working twice a month for three months, and then once a month for about 5 months. ...Isn't that sad? ~_~;;
Um. I should get back to comments sooner or later. I'm so bad at this lately. ~_~;;
Because of this, I couldn't resist. (Picture's curtesy of Rhey. AKA, I'm so fucking lazy and don't feel like uploading it myself.
Jin's a little surprised when Myojo approaches him with the idea of a photoshoot with his hand half down his pants. "Isn't that... a little unappropriate?" their manager asks, a little uncertain with how this'll make Jin look. Jin almost wants to laugh at that concern; Jin's not exactly worried about how this'll make him look (he can just see the faces on certain people (or person rather) when they see the cover).
"I'll do it," Jin quickly says before anyone can answer his manager's question. He blinks for a second before adding in, "The shoot, that is. I'll do the shoot."
The photographer looks absolutely ecstatic and a few days later, Jin finds himself in the studio, a bit late but not too bad. The clothing department had taken forever to decide what they would have him wear and in the end had give him a simple white short-sleeved shirt, buttoning only two buttons in the middle and jeans. He's a little startled when at the set of the shoot, the photographer tells him to push his pants down enough to see the top line of his boxers.
Jin accepts without complaint. He leans his back against a wall, his hand slowly making its way inside his boxers and pants, and Jin has to concentrate to make sure that he doesn't touch anything in particular that'll make things go extremely wrong.
"Turn your head sideways." Click. Click.
Jin can feel his breath catching. The cool air from the ceiling fan is going down his pants and he can't help but shiver. By accident, his finger brush against his cock and Jin's heart starts to race. The camera's still clicking away and he's forced into other positions (not that there's really much to begin with in that situation).
"Into the camera, Akanaishi."
Jin's free arm instinctually raises up, his mouth falls open and his head tilts sideways. Click. Click. Clickclickclick. Jin's hip shifts from one side to the other and his fingers lightly brush against his cock again and he has to resist from repeating the action.
"That was great, Akanishi."
Jin is inclined to think otherwise as he shuffles to his break room, trying to hide the hard-on.
~*~
Jin throws open his break room door, and blinks for a second before stepping back to look at the name on the door. It's definitely his own. He looks back at the figure in the room and then walks inside his room, closing the door behind him. "Pi, what exactly are you doing here?" he asks, his hands at the buttons on his shirt, slowly unbuttoning the two that he needs.
Yamapi's lounging on the couch, watching Jin undress with a lazy eye. "Visiting," he murmurs. His elbow's leaning against the arm rest and his fingertips are lightly brushing his cheek. "Had a fun shoot?" he asks with a low voice.
Jin's still staring straight at Yamapi, his shirt completely unbuttoned now and his hands move from his shirt to his jeans, unbuckling his belt. "A shoot's a shoot." He can feel his hard-on throbbing and he tries to keep his breathing calm, but it's not the easiest task when Yamapi's looking at him with eyes that show his intentions. He licks at his lips and his hands are hovering above his crouch, unbuttoning the sole button and slowly unzippering. Yamapi still hasn't changed his gaze. "Wasn't your shoot yesterday?"
Yamapi stands up, walking over to Jin, stopping his hands in mid action. "That it was. But I heard about your shoot and I thought you'd need some..." he pauses here, almost dramatically Jin thinks and his hand has somehow found its way inside his underwear and his fingers are lightly brushing against his cock and Jin almost wants to shudder then and there. "Help," he continues seamlessly.
For a long moment, there's a bit of standoff as Jin stares at Yamapi with hooded eyes and Yamapi's almost smirking at him. As though an imaginary gun goes off, Jin grabs Yamapi by the neck, pressing their lips together forcefully. Yamapi's hand grips tightly at Jin's hard on and starts stroking. Jin's practically helping him along. Jin's mouth moves down the side of Yamapi's face, trailing kisses along the line of his jaw and his hands have trailed down Yamapi's back, following the curve of his ass and gripping it tightly.
Jin hisses when Yamapi's nails dig into his skin and he growls, "What the fuck is that?"
Yamapi laughs low in his ear, nipping at the bottom edge, "As though you didn't like."
Jin wants to deny any accusation but then Yamapi starts stroking again and Jin finds himself arching back. He climaxes after a few more strokes and he slumps against Yamapi's body. He can feel Yamapi's hot breath against his as he murmurs, "See, I knew you'd need help."
The door opens a second later and Jin hears a snarky "You guys are fucking gross" from someone that can't be mistaken.
Yamapi laughs and Jin can feel the vibrations shake through his body as Yamapi removes his hands from inside Jin's pants. "You're just jealous you weren't invited."
Jin half turns his head so he can get a good look at Ryo who's rolling his eyes. "Clean up. We're going for dinner." He promptly walks out, but not before Jin can catch him muttering to himself, "Pair of horny assholes."
Yamapi laughs again and Jin catches his eye this time. "I think we should go get cleaned up."
Jin raises an eyebrow, "That'll take forever."
With a wicked grin, Yamapi says, "I'm sure Ryo can wait. And if not, he's free to join us." Jin thinks that's a great idea.
Okay. Again. Ending. Fail.
Guys. I have a lot of things to post about. Picture wise anyway. I have these Russ-K caps that I took a VERY LONG TIME AGO. And I should write them up in honor of the Weeeek. Plus a lot (and by lot, I mean like 4 episodes worth with 70 and above each) of Yax3 caps in honor of *sobs* the cancelled Yax3 show. Oh so sadness. Plus a friend reminded me that, DUH, I still haven't posted my pictures from California and I have pictures from Sunday that I totally wanna brag about. :D So yay! Next week or so, because I don't see it happening anytime this week.
I also got a job for WORK STUDY. I'm excited. Although when I calculated it, if the minimum amount of hours is 8 like I think it is. I'll only end up working twice a month for three months, and then once a month for about 5 months. ...Isn't that sad? ~_~;;
Um. I should get back to comments sooner or later. I'm so bad at this lately. ~_~;;
Because of this, I couldn't resist. (Picture's curtesy of Rhey. AKA, I'm so fucking lazy and don't feel like uploading it myself.
Jin's a little surprised when Myojo approaches him with the idea of a photoshoot with his hand half down his pants. "Isn't that... a little unappropriate?" their manager asks, a little uncertain with how this'll make Jin look. Jin almost wants to laugh at that concern; Jin's not exactly worried about how this'll make him look (he can just see the faces on certain people (or person rather) when they see the cover).
"I'll do it," Jin quickly says before anyone can answer his manager's question. He blinks for a second before adding in, "The shoot, that is. I'll do the shoot."
The photographer looks absolutely ecstatic and a few days later, Jin finds himself in the studio, a bit late but not too bad. The clothing department had taken forever to decide what they would have him wear and in the end had give him a simple white short-sleeved shirt, buttoning only two buttons in the middle and jeans. He's a little startled when at the set of the shoot, the photographer tells him to push his pants down enough to see the top line of his boxers.
Jin accepts without complaint. He leans his back against a wall, his hand slowly making its way inside his boxers and pants, and Jin has to concentrate to make sure that he doesn't touch anything in particular that'll make things go extremely wrong.
"Turn your head sideways." Click. Click.
Jin can feel his breath catching. The cool air from the ceiling fan is going down his pants and he can't help but shiver. By accident, his finger brush against his cock and Jin's heart starts to race. The camera's still clicking away and he's forced into other positions (not that there's really much to begin with in that situation).
"Into the camera, Akanaishi."
Jin's free arm instinctually raises up, his mouth falls open and his head tilts sideways. Click. Click. Clickclickclick. Jin's hip shifts from one side to the other and his fingers lightly brush against his cock again and he has to resist from repeating the action.
"That was great, Akanishi."
Jin is inclined to think otherwise as he shuffles to his break room, trying to hide the hard-on.
~*~
Jin throws open his break room door, and blinks for a second before stepping back to look at the name on the door. It's definitely his own. He looks back at the figure in the room and then walks inside his room, closing the door behind him. "Pi, what exactly are you doing here?" he asks, his hands at the buttons on his shirt, slowly unbuttoning the two that he needs.
Yamapi's lounging on the couch, watching Jin undress with a lazy eye. "Visiting," he murmurs. His elbow's leaning against the arm rest and his fingertips are lightly brushing his cheek. "Had a fun shoot?" he asks with a low voice.
Jin's still staring straight at Yamapi, his shirt completely unbuttoned now and his hands move from his shirt to his jeans, unbuckling his belt. "A shoot's a shoot." He can feel his hard-on throbbing and he tries to keep his breathing calm, but it's not the easiest task when Yamapi's looking at him with eyes that show his intentions. He licks at his lips and his hands are hovering above his crouch, unbuttoning the sole button and slowly unzippering. Yamapi still hasn't changed his gaze. "Wasn't your shoot yesterday?"
Yamapi stands up, walking over to Jin, stopping his hands in mid action. "That it was. But I heard about your shoot and I thought you'd need some..." he pauses here, almost dramatically Jin thinks and his hand has somehow found its way inside his underwear and his fingers are lightly brushing against his cock and Jin almost wants to shudder then and there. "Help," he continues seamlessly.
For a long moment, there's a bit of standoff as Jin stares at Yamapi with hooded eyes and Yamapi's almost smirking at him. As though an imaginary gun goes off, Jin grabs Yamapi by the neck, pressing their lips together forcefully. Yamapi's hand grips tightly at Jin's hard on and starts stroking. Jin's practically helping him along. Jin's mouth moves down the side of Yamapi's face, trailing kisses along the line of his jaw and his hands have trailed down Yamapi's back, following the curve of his ass and gripping it tightly.
Jin hisses when Yamapi's nails dig into his skin and he growls, "What the fuck is that?"
Yamapi laughs low in his ear, nipping at the bottom edge, "As though you didn't like."
Jin wants to deny any accusation but then Yamapi starts stroking again and Jin finds himself arching back. He climaxes after a few more strokes and he slumps against Yamapi's body. He can feel Yamapi's hot breath against his as he murmurs, "See, I knew you'd need help."
The door opens a second later and Jin hears a snarky "You guys are fucking gross" from someone that can't be mistaken.
Yamapi laughs and Jin can feel the vibrations shake through his body as Yamapi removes his hands from inside Jin's pants. "You're just jealous you weren't invited."
Jin half turns his head so he can get a good look at Ryo who's rolling his eyes. "Clean up. We're going for dinner." He promptly walks out, but not before Jin can catch him muttering to himself, "Pair of horny assholes."
Yamapi laughs again and Jin catches his eye this time. "I think we should go get cleaned up."
Jin raises an eyebrow, "That'll take forever."
With a wicked grin, Yamapi says, "I'm sure Ryo can wait. And if not, he's free to join us." Jin thinks that's a great idea.
Okay. Again. Ending. Fail.