SMAP fic: Binetsu (A Slight Fever)
Ficspiration hit me after seeing that preview of the Shareotsu PV ♥ And apparently Mori's solos cause me to write better o.o
Title: Binetsu (A slight fever)
Pairing: 2top
Rating: NC-17
“40 degrees.” Goro read, pulling the tempered glass thermometer from between Nakai’s chapped lips.
A definite fever.
“Give me that!” Nakai whined, snatching the thermometer from Goro’s seemingly cold hands, or was he imagining things?
Sure enough, the red bar in the glass didn’t lie.
He had a fever.
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The room was spinning before his eyes, sweat coating his forehead. Everything seemed closer than it appeared, but he wasn’t looking in a mirror, no, he was staring at Kimura’s hand, spoon in hand with what looked like a red liquid dancing along the edges of the silver metallic object. It smelled faintly of cherry.
“Drink this.” Nudging the spoon in his face, with minimal effort.
“I’m not that sick.” A trickle of sweat disappearing behind his ear.
“Stop bitching and drink it!” His tone rose an octave.
“Make me.” His tone was defiant and rough, even for a sick man.
His moves were practically flawless. Within minutes of Nakai’s fever-induced protest, Kimura’s hands were tangled in the older man’s pajama shirt, faces only a breath apart, the now empty spoon hidden somewhere in the bed sheets. Nakai only saw a brief flash of red in his attacker’s mouth before it was pushed roughly against his own, the taste of cherry coating his tongue as Kimura’s tongue danced with his. Nakai, being overtaken by Kimura, and the fact that he was mouth feeding him his meds, dug his hands into Kimura’s hair, wanting him ever so closer.
Or was that just the fever talking?
Minutes seemed like hours as darkness began to fall over the Tokyo skyline, Nakai’s apartment now basked in the glow of the moon and Kimura’s naked body. His hands groping Nakai’s ass like a lion praying on its next meal. Nakai sure looked like the pray at this point. His mind all fuzzy from the cough syrup and Kimura’s passionate kiss, he was now putty in his hands, waiting to be sculpted. His beanie, which was mopping up the sweat from his forehead, was now slightly askew off his head, orange hair peeking through.
“If you’re going to do it, get it over with.” Nakai wheezed.
Kimura, not wanting to back down, eased down Nakai’s pajama pants and boxers, his hips pushing ever so slightly against cool skin, the contact almost painful to bear. Nakai arched back at his touch, his ass rubbing up against Kimura’s hardened cock, an invitation that Kimura took with pride. With no lubricant needed, he eased his way into Nakai, a groan escaping his lips at the sudden tightness.
Nakai shut his eyes tight, the pain clearly evident on his face, glad that Kimura couldn’t see.
Clawing at his thighs was enough to keep him steady as he continued, hungrily, thrusting into Nakai, who was remaining dead silent.
“Hiro-chan…” He breathed, his hand enclosing around Nakai’s length. Anything but that…
“It’s…no fun…when...you...hold…back...” He choked out, in between thrusts.
The weak sound of a semi-protesting moan coming from the older man was music to his ears.
“Just shut up and fuck me dammit!” Was Nakai’s hoarse reply, the cough medicine must be kicking in.
Almost instantly, Kimura’s hand tightened against Nakai’s cock, tugging at it with a lightning quickness, which even he couldn’t ignore.
The sounds of quickening breaths and skin to skin contact danced in the air of Nakai’s apartment. Their bodies practically super glued to one another, neither of them wanted to stop, as Kimura’s hands found its way past Nakai’s sweat-slickened forehead (from sex or fever, who knows?) into the orange mess that was his hair, trying to make it messier than it already was, proved to be difficult.
One of them was about to give way.
Kimura’s thrusts became more violent. Nakai’s moans went from innocent to ‘Oh god fuck me Takuya’, until with a final thrust of hips, Kimura broke, spilling inside of him. Followed by Nakai’s ragged moan and a sticky mess over Kimura’s hands and, tangled between the smaller man’s legs, his beanie.
“Next time you shouldn’t be so defiant.” Kimura laughed, untangling himself from Nakai and searching the floor for his boxers.
“Like hell, they’ll be a next time.” He replied, inspecting his now ruined beanie.
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“Nakai…?”
‘Goro’s voice? No it couldn’t be…how did he get into my apartment?’
“Nakai!”
‘Shingo too? Oh god is this turning into a foursome!? Kimura…that bastard…’
He felt himself being shaken back and forth.
Light spilling into his eyes, he could only make out the blurred, but concerned, faces of his two younger bandmates.
Then he realized.
They were in the SMAPxSMAP break room.
“Oh good! You’re finally awake!” Goro quipped with excitement, giving Shingo a reassuring smile.
“Kimura gave me this cough medicine to give to you, saying that it would help you feel better.” Shingo smiled, his hand gesturing to the unopened bottle sitting on the makeshift table next to the small cot, they so graciously set out for him.
Nakai’s head turned, eyes wide as saucers staring at the two men.
“Well, we’ll let you get some more rest Nakai-kun!”
They walked out quietly, closing the door behind them.
Nakai opened the bottle, sniffed the contents inside (it smells like cherry), and took a small sip from the included plastic measuring cup.
He rolled back over on his side, closing his eyes.
Secretly wishing for a next time.
A/N:
-The title comes from a song by Suneohair called "Binetsu". I sorta had it on repeat before writing this^^;
Title: Binetsu (A slight fever)
Pairing: 2top
Rating: NC-17
“40 degrees.” Goro read, pulling the tempered glass thermometer from between Nakai’s chapped lips.
A definite fever.
“Give me that!” Nakai whined, snatching the thermometer from Goro’s seemingly cold hands, or was he imagining things?
Sure enough, the red bar in the glass didn’t lie.
He had a fever.
----------
The room was spinning before his eyes, sweat coating his forehead. Everything seemed closer than it appeared, but he wasn’t looking in a mirror, no, he was staring at Kimura’s hand, spoon in hand with what looked like a red liquid dancing along the edges of the silver metallic object. It smelled faintly of cherry.
“Drink this.” Nudging the spoon in his face, with minimal effort.
“I’m not that sick.” A trickle of sweat disappearing behind his ear.
“Stop bitching and drink it!” His tone rose an octave.
“Make me.” His tone was defiant and rough, even for a sick man.
His moves were practically flawless. Within minutes of Nakai’s fever-induced protest, Kimura’s hands were tangled in the older man’s pajama shirt, faces only a breath apart, the now empty spoon hidden somewhere in the bed sheets. Nakai only saw a brief flash of red in his attacker’s mouth before it was pushed roughly against his own, the taste of cherry coating his tongue as Kimura’s tongue danced with his. Nakai, being overtaken by Kimura, and the fact that he was mouth feeding him his meds, dug his hands into Kimura’s hair, wanting him ever so closer.
Or was that just the fever talking?
Minutes seemed like hours as darkness began to fall over the Tokyo skyline, Nakai’s apartment now basked in the glow of the moon and Kimura’s naked body. His hands groping Nakai’s ass like a lion praying on its next meal. Nakai sure looked like the pray at this point. His mind all fuzzy from the cough syrup and Kimura’s passionate kiss, he was now putty in his hands, waiting to be sculpted. His beanie, which was mopping up the sweat from his forehead, was now slightly askew off his head, orange hair peeking through.
“If you’re going to do it, get it over with.” Nakai wheezed.
Kimura, not wanting to back down, eased down Nakai’s pajama pants and boxers, his hips pushing ever so slightly against cool skin, the contact almost painful to bear. Nakai arched back at his touch, his ass rubbing up against Kimura’s hardened cock, an invitation that Kimura took with pride. With no lubricant needed, he eased his way into Nakai, a groan escaping his lips at the sudden tightness.
Nakai shut his eyes tight, the pain clearly evident on his face, glad that Kimura couldn’t see.
Clawing at his thighs was enough to keep him steady as he continued, hungrily, thrusting into Nakai, who was remaining dead silent.
“Hiro-chan…” He breathed, his hand enclosing around Nakai’s length. Anything but that…
“It’s…no fun…when...you...hold…back...” He choked out, in between thrusts.
The weak sound of a semi-protesting moan coming from the older man was music to his ears.
“Just shut up and fuck me dammit!” Was Nakai’s hoarse reply, the cough medicine must be kicking in.
Almost instantly, Kimura’s hand tightened against Nakai’s cock, tugging at it with a lightning quickness, which even he couldn’t ignore.
The sounds of quickening breaths and skin to skin contact danced in the air of Nakai’s apartment. Their bodies practically super glued to one another, neither of them wanted to stop, as Kimura’s hands found its way past Nakai’s sweat-slickened forehead (from sex or fever, who knows?) into the orange mess that was his hair, trying to make it messier than it already was, proved to be difficult.
One of them was about to give way.
Kimura’s thrusts became more violent. Nakai’s moans went from innocent to ‘Oh god fuck me Takuya’, until with a final thrust of hips, Kimura broke, spilling inside of him. Followed by Nakai’s ragged moan and a sticky mess over Kimura’s hands and, tangled between the smaller man’s legs, his beanie.
“Next time you shouldn’t be so defiant.” Kimura laughed, untangling himself from Nakai and searching the floor for his boxers.
“Like hell, they’ll be a next time.” He replied, inspecting his now ruined beanie.
----------
“Nakai…?”
‘Goro’s voice? No it couldn’t be…how did he get into my apartment?’
“Nakai!”
‘Shingo too? Oh god is this turning into a foursome!? Kimura…that bastard…’
He felt himself being shaken back and forth.
Light spilling into his eyes, he could only make out the blurred, but concerned, faces of his two younger bandmates.
Then he realized.
They were in the SMAPxSMAP break room.
“Oh good! You’re finally awake!” Goro quipped with excitement, giving Shingo a reassuring smile.
“Kimura gave me this cough medicine to give to you, saying that it would help you feel better.” Shingo smiled, his hand gesturing to the unopened bottle sitting on the makeshift table next to the small cot, they so graciously set out for him.
Nakai’s head turned, eyes wide as saucers staring at the two men.
“Well, we’ll let you get some more rest Nakai-kun!”
They walked out quietly, closing the door behind them.
Nakai opened the bottle, sniffed the contents inside (it smells like cherry), and took a small sip from the included plastic measuring cup.
He rolled back over on his side, closing his eyes.
Secretly wishing for a next time.
A/N:
-The title comes from a song by Suneohair called "Binetsu". I sorta had it on repeat before writing this^^;