Crossroad hearts: Chapter 3/8
Crossroad hearts: Chapter 3/8
Fujigaya/Senga, Senga/Nikaido (Kis-My-Ft2)
He's curled up in the couch with Taisuke the following weekend, a little closer than they can be on normal days; their parents are away visiting relatives, not very far from home but far enough that they have decided to stay there over the night.
It's warm and cozy, Taisuke's arm around his shoulders and one of his hands playing with strands of his hair. He leans his head on his shoulder, breathes in the smell of his shampoo, the detergent that lingers in his clothes, the perfume he wore for work the same day; all familiar and comforting smells, a little bit like being home. Kento himself finds it weird to think so, because they are at home, but he's sure that even if they weren't, as long as he'd have this, he would feel a little bit like he was. As if his mind is being read the hand in his hair is lowered, the arm moves from his shoulders to his waist, pulls him a little closer, holds him a little tighter, and he leans more of his upper body against Taisuke. There's a soft, warm pressure against his forehead, then light breath in his fringe, and he leans into the kiss without a thought.
Kento knows what they'll be doing as soon as the movie on TV ends, as soon as they've cleaned up in the kitchen; honestly, he anticipates it. While he is getting more and more sure that what he feels when he is with Nikaido is more than he'd feel for any other friend, he's still not sure, not enough to take the step to tell him, and Taisuke's tending to him serves both as comfort as well as pleasure. And Taisuke has been stuck in his studio almost every day for a couple weeks now, they have barely touched each other and when they have, it's been when Taisuke has had enough energy to drag himself into Kento's bed for a sleepy handjob and lazy kisses.
So when the credits are rolling up the screen he turns his head upwards, and Taisuke is already leaning down to let their lips meet. It's just almost a kiss, rather a soft touch that is more affection than anything else; gentle, as always.
“Let's shower, Kento?” he mumbles against the corner of Kento's mouth, and even though Kento would rather not, he nods.
Not that he doesn't want to shower with Taisuke. He just knows that there will be so much teasing and he'd rather get straight to business than have Taisuke's fingers play with his body for much too long. It doesn't even start in the shower, because while they're cleaning up what's left since dinner preparations and Kento is doing the dishes, Taisuke walks by with their plates in one hand; the other is on Kento's butt as he leans around him. He puts the plates next to the sink, squeezes a little with the other hand, simultaneously placing a kiss on his neck, and Kento can't help the little sigh that slips out between his lips.
“Hurry up,” Taisuke sing-songs as he goes back to taking things off the table, and Kento is already cursing himself for agreeing to the shower.
Taisuke is done a couple minutes before him and goes ahead to the bathroom; by the time Kento turns off the lights in the kitchen he suspects Taisuke is already under the hot shower water. To his surprise he's not, he's just standing in his underwear in front of the half-body size mirror playing with his own hair.
“It looks good, don't worry,” Kento jokes, as if Taisuke was going somewhere he needed to be fancy. In response Taisuke just rolls his eyes and turns around, pulls him in by the fabric of his t-shirt, before he grabs the hems of it and pulls it up and off his body. Then he smiles, grabs Kento by the waist and kisses him for real now, careful like it was their first time, the tip of his tongue only teasing a little at Kento's lips until they part and let him in. The hands leave his waist and go for the front of his sweatpants, rubbing him through the fabric in just a couple of small circles, then he pushes them down along with his boxer briefs, and Kento steps out of them without a thought.
“Get in the shower,” Taisuke says, then gets a light slap on one of his buttcheeks, only hard enough that he actually reacts. And he does, turns the water on and waits for it to get hot before he steps under it, lets it hit his hair. He closes his eyes on reflex, runs hands through his own brown, wet strands of hair, and he's so up in the warmth of the water that he doesn't hear Taisuke entering until he's pressed to his back, arms wrapped around him and lips and tongue on his earlobe. “Want me to wash it for you?”
They do shower together sometimes. Like after the gym, if they get home early enough that neither their mother or father aren't home yet and won't be for a while, or when the parents are away for a while and they can get in there together without looking odd. And while they do have sex in the shower too, they usually do normal things, like washing each other's hair, and that's exactly what they do tonight as well. Taisuke takes his time rubbing the shampoo into Kento's hair, rinses it thoroughly, even gives him a quick shoulder massage before he presses a kiss to his cheek and turns around with a little smile. They switch, Taisuke gets his hair washed, and it's Kento's turn to smile at the little sounds he makes when he gets his back rubbed, but then he has apparently had enough. They're face to face again, then chest to chest as their lips come together, and he feels hands on his ass within seconds. He moans into Taisuke's mouth as he squeezes gently, even more so when one of the hands let go and come around to wrap around his cock instead. Somehow he manages to distract Kento enough that he doesn't even notice when he grabs the bottle he placed in the shower before Kento even got there, and suddenly there's fingers rubbing against his hole, and even though they haven't done it this way a lot, they have done it enough that he can tell that they're covered in lubrication, that it's not just water making them a little slippery.
The first finger slips in easily, helped by how relaxed Kento is after cuddling and showering, and he relocates his face to Taisuke's neck to just breath against it when it's joined by a second. He stretches with long, smooth thrusts, his other arm wrapped around Kento's torso to keep him close to his own body. Despite all the stimulation, on the inside as well as against his now fully hard cock that rubs against Taisuke's skin with every little thrust of his fingers, he feels Taisuke's body responding as well. Just a small shift and Taisuke's erection brushes against his own, and he moves a little against it, earning a short breath that is without doubt out of pleasure.
“Okay?” Taisuke mumbles against his the top of his head, and he doesn't need to specify more, Kento just nods and waits for the third finger. There is more of a stretch now, but it doesn't hurt; Taisuke is still so gentle, so careful, all while slowly rocking his hips into Kento's.
“I'm ready,” Kento eventually gets out, blushes a little because it's always embarrassing saying it, even more so now since he's sounding a lot more out of breath than he expected. The fingers don't stop moving in and out of him, though, and Taisuke breathes a laugh right next to his ear.
“You'll never beg me for it, will you?” he teases, maybe for his own imagination, cock twitching against Kento's, but he already knows the answer, is aware that he won't ever be able to. “Come.”
The fingers are pulled free, but he barely has time to feel empty before they're out of the shower, drying their own hair and wrapping themselves in towels, and then they go like that from the bathroom to Kento's bed. There's water drops falling onto the floor as they go, but neither of them care, and Taisuke laughs when he pushes Kento down on his bed, when he squirms as his towel is pulled away, the texture feeling weird against the sensitive head of his cock. Taisuke isn't much better, moans out loud when Kento reaches a hand out and lets it run up his erection, and he bends down to kiss him. Kento barely needs the touch to his inner thighs to spread his legs apart, and Taisuke settles between them, picking up the still wet bottle he brought from the bathroom. With lube on his fingers he slides two of them inside Kento, but they don't linger as he switches to his own cock, prepares himself with quick strokes.
Taisuke is looking into his eyes as he pushes in, his own dark and warm, watching for any kind of pain, but once he's all the way inside and Kento releases the breath he hadn't even known he was holding, he smirks instead.
“What would they say,” he whispers, like he's sharing a dirty secret, only Kento obviously already knows, “if they saw us like this.”
It's not clear who “they” are, but it doesn't matter; Kento almost goes cold on the inside, even though it hasn't bothered him much before. He knows that it's wrong, oh so wrong, but it doesn't feel wrong when he's with Taisuke. But ever since Nikaido pointed out that he had seen the hickeys, he's been thinking a lot more, hopes that no one ever finds out. Taisuke doesn't want to be found out either, Kento assumes, but it's been obvious for quite a while that the thought turns him on. That people would find out that his little brother is his, in more ways than he should be.
But then Taisuke pulls back, pushes back in, and all thoughts leave his mind; it feels good already and he knows it'll get even better. Taisuke looks so good on top of him, between his legs, hair dried a little out of order but it just looks hot anyway, just like he always does. The pace is slow, too slow, but Kento doesn't say anything about it, just reaches out and pulls him down towards himself, and he barely catches the little smile that finds its way onto Taisuke's face before their lips come together. It's still a nearly innocent kiss, until Kento sneaks a hand up and rubs one of his nipples, and Taisuke gasps in response. He seems to take it as a challenge, adds some force to his thrusts and next Kento is the one moaning, louder when Taisuke's mouth attaches to his neck. There's no question what he's intending to do, and yes, just a couple seconds later he's sucking on the skin, hard.
He lets go with a wet sound, presses a kiss to what must be a mark that is darker than usual, before he leans back up, places his hands on Kento's hips as he starts moving with more of a purpose.
“Fuck, Kento,” he groans, and it sounds like he's going to say something, ends the sentence in the same way he does when he's about to say something about how hot Kento is, but this time, he doesn't. “Touch yourself.”
Perhaps Taisuke had been more affected than he had seemed like even before they got to the bedroom, or he's just that impatient after weeks of not being able to be with him for real, but Kento doesn't mind. It's fast and hard by the time he comes onto his own stomach, and Taisuke groans deep in his throat when he lets go as well, pulses inside Kento as he stills.
“Mm.” He just makes a sound when he pulls out, a little bit like he's thinking, but he only settles on his side next to Kento, pulls him close. Kisses his cheek. “Let's do it again later.”
-
When Kento opens the door to his house to let Nikaido in, he can see that he's nervous. They hug quickly, but then he steps aside and gives Nikaido the space to take off his shoes while he takes care of his jacket.
“My brother and mom are at home,” Kento tells him, supposes that's why he's not as loud and cheerful as he usually is. Meeting people's families is always a little awkward the first time.
“Oh, okay.” There's footsteps approaching and Nikaido stiffens at first, but he looks up and is met by Taisuke's warm smile.
“You're Nikaido, right?” They shake hands. “So you're the reason he nearly falls down the stairs in the morning.”
Senga blushes. “I walk and text, okay?” Nikaido laughs at that, seems to go back to his usual behavior. At least a little.
“I'm Taisuke, anyway. Nice to meet you.” He disappears up the stairs, most likely to his own room, and with a smile Kento grabs Nikaido's wrists and pulls him into the living room to meet his mother.
They don't really do anything in particular; they meet almost every day anyway and when they don't, they text each other most of their awake time. They're just laying around talking, playing games, and they're just about to pick a movie to watch when Kento's mom calls for them and Taisuke to say that dinner is ready. It's really thanks to Taisuke that the dinner isn't just one big awkward silence; he jokes with both Kento and their parents, pulls Nikaido along in laughter, and in the end they are all involved in a lively discussion. Kento does listen to it, but it's hard to not be distracted by the profile of Nikaido's face when he pays attention to what Kento's father says. Or when he laughs, so happily that his eyes seem to sparkle. Somehow, it feels warm in his chest, and he has to remind himself not to stare. Especially since he has told his family that it's just a friend, especially considering the glances he feels from his other side, where Taisuke is sitting. Curious ones, that aren't in any way hateful, for which he's relieved. He hadn't know what to expect of Taisuke, but he's being surprisingly nice about it even though he's suspecting that Kento likes the boy.
“You have a really nice brother,” Nikaido says when they collapse on the couch in front of the TV.
“Yeah, I guess I was lucky,” Kento plays along, winks, and Nikaido laughs a little because he knows he's hinting at him not being a great brother to his little sister. “But yeah, he is nice. He has the social skills, for sure.”
“He's so easy to talk to, you know? And he's handsome. But then again so are you,” he smiles, then gets comfortable against the cushions, stretches his legs out across Kento's legs. “And I like you better anyway.”
When he hears that his heart skips a beat, and that's when he knows that it's too late. He's definitely in love with Nikaido.
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Fujigaya/Senga, Senga/Nikaido (Kis-My-Ft2)
He's curled up in the couch with Taisuke the following weekend, a little closer than they can be on normal days; their parents are away visiting relatives, not very far from home but far enough that they have decided to stay there over the night.
It's warm and cozy, Taisuke's arm around his shoulders and one of his hands playing with strands of his hair. He leans his head on his shoulder, breathes in the smell of his shampoo, the detergent that lingers in his clothes, the perfume he wore for work the same day; all familiar and comforting smells, a little bit like being home. Kento himself finds it weird to think so, because they are at home, but he's sure that even if they weren't, as long as he'd have this, he would feel a little bit like he was. As if his mind is being read the hand in his hair is lowered, the arm moves from his shoulders to his waist, pulls him a little closer, holds him a little tighter, and he leans more of his upper body against Taisuke. There's a soft, warm pressure against his forehead, then light breath in his fringe, and he leans into the kiss without a thought.
Kento knows what they'll be doing as soon as the movie on TV ends, as soon as they've cleaned up in the kitchen; honestly, he anticipates it. While he is getting more and more sure that what he feels when he is with Nikaido is more than he'd feel for any other friend, he's still not sure, not enough to take the step to tell him, and Taisuke's tending to him serves both as comfort as well as pleasure. And Taisuke has been stuck in his studio almost every day for a couple weeks now, they have barely touched each other and when they have, it's been when Taisuke has had enough energy to drag himself into Kento's bed for a sleepy handjob and lazy kisses.
So when the credits are rolling up the screen he turns his head upwards, and Taisuke is already leaning down to let their lips meet. It's just almost a kiss, rather a soft touch that is more affection than anything else; gentle, as always.
“Let's shower, Kento?” he mumbles against the corner of Kento's mouth, and even though Kento would rather not, he nods.
Not that he doesn't want to shower with Taisuke. He just knows that there will be so much teasing and he'd rather get straight to business than have Taisuke's fingers play with his body for much too long. It doesn't even start in the shower, because while they're cleaning up what's left since dinner preparations and Kento is doing the dishes, Taisuke walks by with their plates in one hand; the other is on Kento's butt as he leans around him. He puts the plates next to the sink, squeezes a little with the other hand, simultaneously placing a kiss on his neck, and Kento can't help the little sigh that slips out between his lips.
“Hurry up,” Taisuke sing-songs as he goes back to taking things off the table, and Kento is already cursing himself for agreeing to the shower.
Taisuke is done a couple minutes before him and goes ahead to the bathroom; by the time Kento turns off the lights in the kitchen he suspects Taisuke is already under the hot shower water. To his surprise he's not, he's just standing in his underwear in front of the half-body size mirror playing with his own hair.
“It looks good, don't worry,” Kento jokes, as if Taisuke was going somewhere he needed to be fancy. In response Taisuke just rolls his eyes and turns around, pulls him in by the fabric of his t-shirt, before he grabs the hems of it and pulls it up and off his body. Then he smiles, grabs Kento by the waist and kisses him for real now, careful like it was their first time, the tip of his tongue only teasing a little at Kento's lips until they part and let him in. The hands leave his waist and go for the front of his sweatpants, rubbing him through the fabric in just a couple of small circles, then he pushes them down along with his boxer briefs, and Kento steps out of them without a thought.
“Get in the shower,” Taisuke says, then gets a light slap on one of his buttcheeks, only hard enough that he actually reacts. And he does, turns the water on and waits for it to get hot before he steps under it, lets it hit his hair. He closes his eyes on reflex, runs hands through his own brown, wet strands of hair, and he's so up in the warmth of the water that he doesn't hear Taisuke entering until he's pressed to his back, arms wrapped around him and lips and tongue on his earlobe. “Want me to wash it for you?”
They do shower together sometimes. Like after the gym, if they get home early enough that neither their mother or father aren't home yet and won't be for a while, or when the parents are away for a while and they can get in there together without looking odd. And while they do have sex in the shower too, they usually do normal things, like washing each other's hair, and that's exactly what they do tonight as well. Taisuke takes his time rubbing the shampoo into Kento's hair, rinses it thoroughly, even gives him a quick shoulder massage before he presses a kiss to his cheek and turns around with a little smile. They switch, Taisuke gets his hair washed, and it's Kento's turn to smile at the little sounds he makes when he gets his back rubbed, but then he has apparently had enough. They're face to face again, then chest to chest as their lips come together, and he feels hands on his ass within seconds. He moans into Taisuke's mouth as he squeezes gently, even more so when one of the hands let go and come around to wrap around his cock instead. Somehow he manages to distract Kento enough that he doesn't even notice when he grabs the bottle he placed in the shower before Kento even got there, and suddenly there's fingers rubbing against his hole, and even though they haven't done it this way a lot, they have done it enough that he can tell that they're covered in lubrication, that it's not just water making them a little slippery.
The first finger slips in easily, helped by how relaxed Kento is after cuddling and showering, and he relocates his face to Taisuke's neck to just breath against it when it's joined by a second. He stretches with long, smooth thrusts, his other arm wrapped around Kento's torso to keep him close to his own body. Despite all the stimulation, on the inside as well as against his now fully hard cock that rubs against Taisuke's skin with every little thrust of his fingers, he feels Taisuke's body responding as well. Just a small shift and Taisuke's erection brushes against his own, and he moves a little against it, earning a short breath that is without doubt out of pleasure.
“Okay?” Taisuke mumbles against his the top of his head, and he doesn't need to specify more, Kento just nods and waits for the third finger. There is more of a stretch now, but it doesn't hurt; Taisuke is still so gentle, so careful, all while slowly rocking his hips into Kento's.
“I'm ready,” Kento eventually gets out, blushes a little because it's always embarrassing saying it, even more so now since he's sounding a lot more out of breath than he expected. The fingers don't stop moving in and out of him, though, and Taisuke breathes a laugh right next to his ear.
“You'll never beg me for it, will you?” he teases, maybe for his own imagination, cock twitching against Kento's, but he already knows the answer, is aware that he won't ever be able to. “Come.”
The fingers are pulled free, but he barely has time to feel empty before they're out of the shower, drying their own hair and wrapping themselves in towels, and then they go like that from the bathroom to Kento's bed. There's water drops falling onto the floor as they go, but neither of them care, and Taisuke laughs when he pushes Kento down on his bed, when he squirms as his towel is pulled away, the texture feeling weird against the sensitive head of his cock. Taisuke isn't much better, moans out loud when Kento reaches a hand out and lets it run up his erection, and he bends down to kiss him. Kento barely needs the touch to his inner thighs to spread his legs apart, and Taisuke settles between them, picking up the still wet bottle he brought from the bathroom. With lube on his fingers he slides two of them inside Kento, but they don't linger as he switches to his own cock, prepares himself with quick strokes.
Taisuke is looking into his eyes as he pushes in, his own dark and warm, watching for any kind of pain, but once he's all the way inside and Kento releases the breath he hadn't even known he was holding, he smirks instead.
“What would they say,” he whispers, like he's sharing a dirty secret, only Kento obviously already knows, “if they saw us like this.”
It's not clear who “they” are, but it doesn't matter; Kento almost goes cold on the inside, even though it hasn't bothered him much before. He knows that it's wrong, oh so wrong, but it doesn't feel wrong when he's with Taisuke. But ever since Nikaido pointed out that he had seen the hickeys, he's been thinking a lot more, hopes that no one ever finds out. Taisuke doesn't want to be found out either, Kento assumes, but it's been obvious for quite a while that the thought turns him on. That people would find out that his little brother is his, in more ways than he should be.
But then Taisuke pulls back, pushes back in, and all thoughts leave his mind; it feels good already and he knows it'll get even better. Taisuke looks so good on top of him, between his legs, hair dried a little out of order but it just looks hot anyway, just like he always does. The pace is slow, too slow, but Kento doesn't say anything about it, just reaches out and pulls him down towards himself, and he barely catches the little smile that finds its way onto Taisuke's face before their lips come together. It's still a nearly innocent kiss, until Kento sneaks a hand up and rubs one of his nipples, and Taisuke gasps in response. He seems to take it as a challenge, adds some force to his thrusts and next Kento is the one moaning, louder when Taisuke's mouth attaches to his neck. There's no question what he's intending to do, and yes, just a couple seconds later he's sucking on the skin, hard.
He lets go with a wet sound, presses a kiss to what must be a mark that is darker than usual, before he leans back up, places his hands on Kento's hips as he starts moving with more of a purpose.
“Fuck, Kento,” he groans, and it sounds like he's going to say something, ends the sentence in the same way he does when he's about to say something about how hot Kento is, but this time, he doesn't. “Touch yourself.”
Perhaps Taisuke had been more affected than he had seemed like even before they got to the bedroom, or he's just that impatient after weeks of not being able to be with him for real, but Kento doesn't mind. It's fast and hard by the time he comes onto his own stomach, and Taisuke groans deep in his throat when he lets go as well, pulses inside Kento as he stills.
“Mm.” He just makes a sound when he pulls out, a little bit like he's thinking, but he only settles on his side next to Kento, pulls him close. Kisses his cheek. “Let's do it again later.”
-
When Kento opens the door to his house to let Nikaido in, he can see that he's nervous. They hug quickly, but then he steps aside and gives Nikaido the space to take off his shoes while he takes care of his jacket.
“My brother and mom are at home,” Kento tells him, supposes that's why he's not as loud and cheerful as he usually is. Meeting people's families is always a little awkward the first time.
“Oh, okay.” There's footsteps approaching and Nikaido stiffens at first, but he looks up and is met by Taisuke's warm smile.
“You're Nikaido, right?” They shake hands. “So you're the reason he nearly falls down the stairs in the morning.”
Senga blushes. “I walk and text, okay?” Nikaido laughs at that, seems to go back to his usual behavior. At least a little.
“I'm Taisuke, anyway. Nice to meet you.” He disappears up the stairs, most likely to his own room, and with a smile Kento grabs Nikaido's wrists and pulls him into the living room to meet his mother.
They don't really do anything in particular; they meet almost every day anyway and when they don't, they text each other most of their awake time. They're just laying around talking, playing games, and they're just about to pick a movie to watch when Kento's mom calls for them and Taisuke to say that dinner is ready. It's really thanks to Taisuke that the dinner isn't just one big awkward silence; he jokes with both Kento and their parents, pulls Nikaido along in laughter, and in the end they are all involved in a lively discussion. Kento does listen to it, but it's hard to not be distracted by the profile of Nikaido's face when he pays attention to what Kento's father says. Or when he laughs, so happily that his eyes seem to sparkle. Somehow, it feels warm in his chest, and he has to remind himself not to stare. Especially since he has told his family that it's just a friend, especially considering the glances he feels from his other side, where Taisuke is sitting. Curious ones, that aren't in any way hateful, for which he's relieved. He hadn't know what to expect of Taisuke, but he's being surprisingly nice about it even though he's suspecting that Kento likes the boy.
“You have a really nice brother,” Nikaido says when they collapse on the couch in front of the TV.
“Yeah, I guess I was lucky,” Kento plays along, winks, and Nikaido laughs a little because he knows he's hinting at him not being a great brother to his little sister. “But yeah, he is nice. He has the social skills, for sure.”
“He's so easy to talk to, you know? And he's handsome. But then again so are you,” he smiles, then gets comfortable against the cushions, stretches his legs out across Kento's legs. “And I like you better anyway.”
When he hears that his heart skips a beat, and that's when he knows that it's too late. He's definitely in love with Nikaido.
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