[027] Threshold
Title: Threshold
Group: TOKIO
Pairing/Genre: Nagase/Leader; PWP
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; language, penises
Word Count: 1150
Summary: NAGASE LIKES TO HAVE SEX IN ALL KINDS OF WEIRD PLACES. Props to him popping out at inappropriate times and places and doing things like taking Leader up against the nearest wall having to get creative. 8Db Snark is encouraged.
Notes: Written for the happyjenewyear Bunny Meme. :D Originally posted HERE. Unbeta'd and pretty much ridic.
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They're in the jimusho building the first time Nagase realized he needed to fuck someone and he needed to do it now. Nagase'd been horny practically since birth, but something about that particular day, five years into their career, had him hard as a rock. Not even jerking off in the bathroom was enough (he'd already done that twice, much to the horror of a couple juniors). When it came down to it, Nagase knew the only way to feel better was, quite simply, to fuck someone's brains out.
Unfortunately (or fortunately) for Joshima, he happened to be the first person Nagase encountered as he rounded the corner.
"Leader," Nagase whispered as he hurried up to Joshima excitedly. "I need you."
Joshima blinked a few times, as if trying to comprehend the words coming out of Nagase's mouth.
"Need....me?" he whispered back. "Why are we whispering?"
"Secret," Nagase replied, winking. He grasped Joshima firmly by his upper arm, surprised by the hidden strength there, and tugged, looking for an empty practice room.
Nagase pulled him into the first unlocked storage cupboard he could find and slammed the door behind them, twisting the lock just in case some nosy juniors were looking for further education. Joshima was still blinking up at him with those puppy eyes when Nagase turned, ready to pounce.
"What's going on, Tomoya?" Joshima asked quietly.
Nagase grinned that wolfish grin and stalked toward Joshima slowly. "I told you, Leader. I need you."
He watched Joshima's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed thickly, finally starting to catch on a bit. It was only when Joshima's eyes flicked down to Nagase's growing bulge and widened, if possible, even further, that Nagase knew it finally clicked. Sliding one hand through Joshima's hair, Nagase practically purred his request.
"Please, Leader? You're the only one that can help."
And there it was - Nagase's moment of victory. Joshima looked up in Nagase's eyes, paused just long enough to make Nagase wonder if one of the juniors was up for the task, then nodded almost imperceptibly.
Moments later, Joshima was propped up against a shelving unit, screaming into his fist and thrusting back onto Nagase's thick cock. Nagase felt an odd combination of pride and shame rush through him as he pounded his leader's ass, but all of that was quickly wiped away as Joshima threw his head back and screamed Nagase's name as he came on his shirt. Nagase followed a beat behind, shuddering slightly as the tension that had been invading his mind all day left his body.
They never spoke of the incident to anyone, though the rest of the band did whisper amongst themselves why Joshima was wearing a different shirt for the rest of the day. And why Nagase was suddenly so nice to him for the next week.
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The next time Nagase's libido went into overdrive was months after the first. Neither Nagase nor Joshima had commented on the first incident, but Nagase couldn't get the image of Joshima's face as he came out of his head.
They were filming an episode of the DASH at an amusement park - a competition to see who could get the most rides in one day. Nagase was on his third roller coaster when he felt the unmistakable swell in his pants and groaned. He'd be getting a ride, that's for sure.
It took him almost 20 minutes to shake his film crew and find Joshima. The latter was chatting companionably with some of the staff from the park as they ate hot dogs. Nagase groaned again. That just wasn't fair. Joshima looked up and caught Nagase's eye before taking another painfully slow bite. That really really wasn't fair, Nagase thought, eyebrows narrowing. Without a word, he lifted one hand and beckoned to Joshima before disappearing around the corner.
It was far too long before Joshima rounded the corner, still laughing at someone's joke. Nagase grabbed him and shoved him against the wall he'd been leaning against.
"Something funny, Leader?" he growled, nipping at Joshima's ear and enjoying the shiver that ran down his body.
"Only how bad you want me," Joshima replied, more confidence in his voice than Nagase thought possible.
Pulling back, Nagase caught the glint in Joshima's eyes and smiled. He fumbled with his belt with one hand and shoved Joshima to his knees with the other, knocking the cockiness right out of his eyes. Nagase groaned as he pulled himself free and inched forward, bracing one hand against the wall and offering his cock to Joshima's mouth.
"Suck," he commanded.
Joshima's eyes were wide, almost scared, and Nagase wondered for a moment if he'd gone too far this time. Maintaining eye contact, Joshima leaned in slightly and lapped the head once. Nagase's eyes slammed shut. Joshima took his time, lapping at the head of Nagase's cock, picking up every drop of precome before dipping forward a few inches to take the very tip of Nagase in his mouth. Nagase resisted the urge to thrust and moaned into his sleeve instead.
"We don't have time for this," he half-wheezed as Joshima's calloused hands worked him slowly.
"What do you want, Tomoya?" Joshima asked innocently, owlish eyes looking up at him.
"I...." Nagase paused for a moan, dick still being pulled and licked at Joshima's bidding. "I want to fuck your face."
"Then do it," Joshima whispered, moving his hands to Nagase's thighs and taking him deep in his mouth. Nagase could feel the back of Joshima's throat and bit down on his hand to keep from making too much noise.
He pulled back experimentally and watched his cock slide out of Joshima's mouth, the tip resting on his swollen lips. Joshima's tongue flicked out again and Nagase lost control, twining his fingers in Joshima's hair and pushing forward with abandon. Joshima's lips tightened and relaxed in time with Nagase's thrusts, his tongue sliding along the bottom of Nagase's cock in the most deliciously sinful way.
A laugh echoed across the grounds, bringing Nagase back to the present with the realization that they were in public.
"Leader, I'm gonna," Nagase gasped, trying to pull out. Joshima would have none of it, wrapping his hands around the backs of Nagase's thighs and pulling him closer still, swallowing deeply as Nagase's orgasm rocked through him.
Joshima stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and looking at the ground. Nagase grinned sleepily at the pink rising in his cheeks.
"You're just a bit of a slut, aren't you Leader?" he teased.
Joshima's head shot up, eyes doing that innocent and disarming thing again. "N-no," he murmured, shaking his head a bit. Nagase laughed and started tucking himself back in.
"Kidding, Leader," he started. "I know you just like it when I fuck you."
Joshima didn't respond, nodding quickly in Nagase's direction, and shuffling off, back to his crew to finish filming for the day. Nagase wasn't sure what to make of that and hurried off to find his own crew.
He really just needed a nap. And a beer. And maybe a lap dance.
Group: TOKIO
Pairing/Genre: Nagase/Leader; PWP
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; language, penises
Word Count: 1150
Summary: NAGASE LIKES TO HAVE SEX IN ALL KINDS OF WEIRD PLACES. Props to him popping out at inappropriate times and places and doing things like taking Leader up against the nearest wall having to get creative. 8Db Snark is encouraged.
Notes: Written for the happyjenewyear Bunny Meme. :D Originally posted HERE. Unbeta'd and pretty much ridic.
•••••
They're in the jimusho building the first time Nagase realized he needed to fuck someone and he needed to do it now. Nagase'd been horny practically since birth, but something about that particular day, five years into their career, had him hard as a rock. Not even jerking off in the bathroom was enough (he'd already done that twice, much to the horror of a couple juniors). When it came down to it, Nagase knew the only way to feel better was, quite simply, to fuck someone's brains out.
Unfortunately (or fortunately) for Joshima, he happened to be the first person Nagase encountered as he rounded the corner.
"Leader," Nagase whispered as he hurried up to Joshima excitedly. "I need you."
Joshima blinked a few times, as if trying to comprehend the words coming out of Nagase's mouth.
"Need....me?" he whispered back. "Why are we whispering?"
"Secret," Nagase replied, winking. He grasped Joshima firmly by his upper arm, surprised by the hidden strength there, and tugged, looking for an empty practice room.
Nagase pulled him into the first unlocked storage cupboard he could find and slammed the door behind them, twisting the lock just in case some nosy juniors were looking for further education. Joshima was still blinking up at him with those puppy eyes when Nagase turned, ready to pounce.
"What's going on, Tomoya?" Joshima asked quietly.
Nagase grinned that wolfish grin and stalked toward Joshima slowly. "I told you, Leader. I need you."
He watched Joshima's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed thickly, finally starting to catch on a bit. It was only when Joshima's eyes flicked down to Nagase's growing bulge and widened, if possible, even further, that Nagase knew it finally clicked. Sliding one hand through Joshima's hair, Nagase practically purred his request.
"Please, Leader? You're the only one that can help."
And there it was - Nagase's moment of victory. Joshima looked up in Nagase's eyes, paused just long enough to make Nagase wonder if one of the juniors was up for the task, then nodded almost imperceptibly.
Moments later, Joshima was propped up against a shelving unit, screaming into his fist and thrusting back onto Nagase's thick cock. Nagase felt an odd combination of pride and shame rush through him as he pounded his leader's ass, but all of that was quickly wiped away as Joshima threw his head back and screamed Nagase's name as he came on his shirt. Nagase followed a beat behind, shuddering slightly as the tension that had been invading his mind all day left his body.
They never spoke of the incident to anyone, though the rest of the band did whisper amongst themselves why Joshima was wearing a different shirt for the rest of the day. And why Nagase was suddenly so nice to him for the next week.
---
The next time Nagase's libido went into overdrive was months after the first. Neither Nagase nor Joshima had commented on the first incident, but Nagase couldn't get the image of Joshima's face as he came out of his head.
They were filming an episode of the DASH at an amusement park - a competition to see who could get the most rides in one day. Nagase was on his third roller coaster when he felt the unmistakable swell in his pants and groaned. He'd be getting a ride, that's for sure.
It took him almost 20 minutes to shake his film crew and find Joshima. The latter was chatting companionably with some of the staff from the park as they ate hot dogs. Nagase groaned again. That just wasn't fair. Joshima looked up and caught Nagase's eye before taking another painfully slow bite. That really really wasn't fair, Nagase thought, eyebrows narrowing. Without a word, he lifted one hand and beckoned to Joshima before disappearing around the corner.
It was far too long before Joshima rounded the corner, still laughing at someone's joke. Nagase grabbed him and shoved him against the wall he'd been leaning against.
"Something funny, Leader?" he growled, nipping at Joshima's ear and enjoying the shiver that ran down his body.
"Only how bad you want me," Joshima replied, more confidence in his voice than Nagase thought possible.
Pulling back, Nagase caught the glint in Joshima's eyes and smiled. He fumbled with his belt with one hand and shoved Joshima to his knees with the other, knocking the cockiness right out of his eyes. Nagase groaned as he pulled himself free and inched forward, bracing one hand against the wall and offering his cock to Joshima's mouth.
"Suck," he commanded.
Joshima's eyes were wide, almost scared, and Nagase wondered for a moment if he'd gone too far this time. Maintaining eye contact, Joshima leaned in slightly and lapped the head once. Nagase's eyes slammed shut. Joshima took his time, lapping at the head of Nagase's cock, picking up every drop of precome before dipping forward a few inches to take the very tip of Nagase in his mouth. Nagase resisted the urge to thrust and moaned into his sleeve instead.
"We don't have time for this," he half-wheezed as Joshima's calloused hands worked him slowly.
"What do you want, Tomoya?" Joshima asked innocently, owlish eyes looking up at him.
"I...." Nagase paused for a moan, dick still being pulled and licked at Joshima's bidding. "I want to fuck your face."
"Then do it," Joshima whispered, moving his hands to Nagase's thighs and taking him deep in his mouth. Nagase could feel the back of Joshima's throat and bit down on his hand to keep from making too much noise.
He pulled back experimentally and watched his cock slide out of Joshima's mouth, the tip resting on his swollen lips. Joshima's tongue flicked out again and Nagase lost control, twining his fingers in Joshima's hair and pushing forward with abandon. Joshima's lips tightened and relaxed in time with Nagase's thrusts, his tongue sliding along the bottom of Nagase's cock in the most deliciously sinful way.
A laugh echoed across the grounds, bringing Nagase back to the present with the realization that they were in public.
"Leader, I'm gonna," Nagase gasped, trying to pull out. Joshima would have none of it, wrapping his hands around the backs of Nagase's thighs and pulling him closer still, swallowing deeply as Nagase's orgasm rocked through him.
Joshima stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and looking at the ground. Nagase grinned sleepily at the pink rising in his cheeks.
"You're just a bit of a slut, aren't you Leader?" he teased.
Joshima's head shot up, eyes doing that innocent and disarming thing again. "N-no," he murmured, shaking his head a bit. Nagase laughed and started tucking himself back in.
"Kidding, Leader," he started. "I know you just like it when I fuck you."
Joshima didn't respond, nodding quickly in Nagase's direction, and shuffling off, back to his crew to finish filming for the day. Nagase wasn't sure what to make of that and hurried off to find his own crew.
He really just needed a nap. And a beer. And maybe a lap dance.