Okay
Title - Okay
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - NC-17
Word Count - 2,012
Pairing - Gackt x Jon
Characters - Gackt, Jon
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt and Jon are both good friends and fuck buddies - just not at the same time.
Notes - set in February of this year, around the time YFC were recording their album
Gackt and Jon had actually seen quite a lot of each other since the tour had finished. YFC were still recording together and were doing all of that unseen preparation work that was needed before an album was released. They hadn’t gone more than three days without being in the same room, so they could hardly say that they were missing each other.
But, with an album deadline quickly approaching, Jon’s responsibilities with Fade and Gackt’s responsibilities with his solo career, play and the million other projects he was juggling, their chance to spend any quality time alone had been minimal.
Or rather, non-existent.
Maybe that was why Gackt hadn’t complained when Jon had insisted that they move to that comfortable bed in Gackt’s uncomfortable bedroom instead of simply fucking on the sofa like they had so many times before. It had been three months since they’d last had sex after all, they deserved a nice mattress underneath them even if they’d never been concerned with things like that previously.
Likewise, Gackt wasn’t going to complain when he found himself on his back and with a lapful of hot American kissing him until his lungs ached. They had never kissed that much as their times together had usually been too rushed, too hot and too fiery for anything approaching affection, but Jon was a good kisser and Gackt did, in general, love to kiss people.
When Jon pulled away and slowly began to lift up Gackt’s shirt, keeping the pace maddeningly slow as his lips covered every inch of freshly bared skin, Gackt began to question things slightly. Shirts were usually torn off, that’s if they even bothered undressing at all, but Jon was taking his time, mapping out Gackt’s flat stomach and quivering abs with his tongue and simply tracing shapes across his skin. Jon was exploring, trying to find Gackt’s sensitive spots and Gackt saw Jon smile when he realised exactly how much Gackt enjoyed a hot tongue on his nipples. Jon had never taken the time to discover that before and although Gackt really was enjoying the attention, he was beginning to wonder why Jon was taking the time now.
Soon Jon was kissing him again, his lips working against Gackt’s as he coaxed Gackt’s tongue into dancing with his. The kisses then moved - across Gackt’s cheekbones, his jaw, his neck… Gackt felt like he was drowning in something that almost resembled affection, and he wasn’t sure that he approved.
Things seemed to get back on track when Jon’s hands began working at opening Gackt’s belt and although Gackt cocked an eyebrow at Jon’s uncharacteristic fumbling, he made no comment. It had been sometime, after all. Passion and urgency could easily result in nerves, even if Jon had never faltered before.
Gackt stopped thinking when Jon’s mouth wrapped around his cock. He thrust his hips and Jon allowed it, sucking in the right places and tracing patterns with his tongue as Gackt did all of the work. Gackt couldn’t figure out why he was getting so worked up so quickly and refused to acknowledge that maybe, just maybe, Jon’s change of pace was having an affect on him too.
Jon’s strong hands spread Gackt’s thighs and Gackt complied, spreading his legs wider than Jon was requesting. It was time to get things back on track, Gackt thought, to forget this slowness and care that Jon had showed him so far and instead return to the bruising passion that had seen them through the stresses of the tour. Their previous times together had always happened after lives, when the blood was still pumping, the adrenaline still running high and the testosterone still racing through their veins. They’d never paused to find a comfortable surface before, Jon had never undressed him with care and Gackt had never wanted any of that.
Gackt shifted his hips slightly when Jon’s index finger entered him, but it was a welcome intrusion. He had never needed that much preparation before, if any, and Jon knew that. Jon loved that. But this time, Jon was taking things slow. As a second finger slipped inside and pressed against his prostrate, Gackt forced his sleepy eyes open and saw that Jon was simply watching him, his hazel eyes scrutinising every reaction Gackt made, as if he was cataloguing them and saving them for future reference.
Jon had never watched him before. Their sex sessions had always been selfish as each man had been striving to expel some tension and get themselves off, not their partner. It made for hot and explosive, hurried and frantic sex and usually just thinking about it was enough to make Gackt hard. This time, however, Jon seemed more concerned with Gackt’s pleasure than with his own. Jon was still dressed and his fingers were playing with Gackt, teasing reactions from him instead of preparing him.
Gackt suddenly felt very confused and uncomfortable.
The singer didn’t want Jon’s attention or affections. It had been the complete disconnection of feelings that had made him keep coming back to Jon for more as the tour had progressed. Gackt was in demand from all corners all of the time purely because he was Gackt - famous, rich and overworked. It was a relief to be in demand for no reason other than his body and those things he could do with his tongue. The two vocalists had become close friends over the last several months but all of that was discarded and left behind when they fucked and that was how Gackt liked it. It was simpler, cleaner.
Gackt decided to stop thinking when Jon withdrew his fingers and finally removed his pants.
Fuck, Gackt hadn’t even had chance to touch Jon yet but he could see how hard and ready the other man was for him. Gackt shifted and began to roll onto his stomach but a firm hand pressed into his chest and silently asked him not to move. They had always fucked from behind as it allowed that disconnection that Gackt craved, and the power, bruises and release that they both needed. Gackt arched an perfectly shaped eyebrow in question at Jon but the American didn’t respond verbally, he simply shook his head and ran his hands over Gackt’s thighs, spreading them again as he did so.
That feeling of being uncomfortable washed over Gackt again, but when Jon lay on top of him and rolled his hips causing his hard cock to rub against Gackt’s equally hard length, Gackt found it hard to care anymore. Jon’s mouth was at his neck, nibbling and tasting the salty sweat slicked skin and without thinking Gackt wrapped his arms around Jon’s shoulders, pulling him closer as he arched his hips into the American’s.
When Jon entered him, Gackt realised how much he’d missed this. There’d been people, men and women, since the last time the two singers had fucked and there’d been others even during the time they’d been fucking regularly, but Gackt had truly missed fucking around with Jon. It was that strange combination of caring for the man as a friend and being cared about in return, yet abandoning that in favour of simply letting go and listening to their bodies that Gackt had loved.
Gackt soon realised that this time really was different.
Jon had never looked into Gackt’s eyes before as he’d entered him. There had never been fingers that bordered on actually being gentle stroking his face or a hot mouth coaxing Gackt into lazy kisses. Jon had never a chosen a pace this slow before and the thought had never entered Gackt’s mind when their roles had been reversed.
Gackt didn’t like how things were progressing as it spoke of things that he didn’t want to address. Not with Jon, and not with anyone. Yet, he found himself kissing back and running his fingers through Jon’s hair all the same. He bared his neck when Jon turned his attention to it, giving him greater access and bucking his hips when Jon found that sensitive spot underneath his jawline. Without even thinking, Gackt wrapped his legs around Jon’s waist and pulled him closer, despite knowing that really, he should have been pushing him away.
Jon was talking to him in-between kissing his neck, breathlessly muttering about how good Gackt felt whenever he thrust into him, how beautiful the Japanese singer looked writhing underneath him and, most dangerously, how much he’d missed touching Gackt. Jon had never spoken during sex before other than to mutter a few expletives before he came and Gackt had never been one to speak during sex either, but he still found himself straining to hear the compliments endlessly dripping from Jon’s lips over the sounds of their heavy breathing and bodies coming together.
Gackt knew that he shouldn’t have smiled as broadly as he did when Jon said that he’d simply missed him.
It was a particularly hard thrust and skilled hand working his cock that made Gackt come. He had the vague impression that Jon was watching him again and adding more images to the collection of Gackt that the American was rapidly building in his mind, but he couldn’t question it. He couldn’t question anything when his nerves were still alive with his own orgasm and when Jon was finding his own inside Gackt’s body with one long groan of Gackt’s name.
And it wasn’t “G”, the name Jon always called him that he groaned into Gackt’s ear. It was Gackt. English pronunciation of course, but hearing every letter of his name drawled in Jon’s deep voice travelled straight to Gackt’s still sensitive cock.
There was never any post sex cuddling because as soon as the afterglow had diminished, the breathing slowed down and senses returned the two vocalists would switch from being fuck buddies back to being friends. That was another reason why Gackt had kept coming back to Jon -he’d always been able to switch from fucking Gackt to discussing tomorrow’s schedule without any awkwardness or even an acknowledgement of what they had just done together. Jon had been just as able to calmly discuss new lyrics and staging ideas while they were waiting for their breathing to return to normal as Gackt had been. The sex was disconnected, as if it had never happened despite the conversations happening when they were both still naked, sweat slicked and surrounded by hastily discarded clothes.
But Jon hadn’t moved. He was still lying on top of Gackt, nestled between his legs with his face pressed against Gackt’s and hand tracing idle patterns across the blonde’s hip. Gackt shuffled a little to get his hips into a more comfortable position yet he didn’t ask Jon to move.
After several moments of silence, Jon spoke. “G,” he began, “what are you doing tomorrow night? Do you want to get a drink together?”
The two vocalists had gone drinking several times throughout the course of their time together in the band. Some nights they’d get drunk, stumble back into Gackt’s house and fuck in the hallway and some nights they wouldn’t but those nights always started out and ended as two friends simply enjoying each other’s company. Gackt could tell from the quiet hesitation that laced Jon’s usually strong, cheerful and enthusiastic voice that his time, Jon wasn’t asking him as a friend.
There were a million reasons why Gackt knew he should say no and a million excuses that he could give. He didn’t want to travel down that road with Jon, or with anyone, and was angry with himself for allowing the night to progress as it had and give Jon the wrong idea. He tried to rationalise his quiet acceptance of Jon’s affection as simply longing for something he hadn’t felt in a while and that now it was out of his system, he didn’t want to feel a gentle hand again.
But really, he knew that he was lying to himself and had been all evening.
He answered Jon with one, simple word. “Okay.”
~owari
Notes
1) that's one fic out of the WIP folder! Only another zillion to go.
2) I love writing Ice Queen Gackt.
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - NC-17
Word Count - 2,012
Pairing - Gackt x Jon
Characters - Gackt, Jon
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt and Jon are both good friends and fuck buddies - just not at the same time.
Notes - set in February of this year, around the time YFC were recording their album
Gackt and Jon had actually seen quite a lot of each other since the tour had finished. YFC were still recording together and were doing all of that unseen preparation work that was needed before an album was released. They hadn’t gone more than three days without being in the same room, so they could hardly say that they were missing each other.
But, with an album deadline quickly approaching, Jon’s responsibilities with Fade and Gackt’s responsibilities with his solo career, play and the million other projects he was juggling, their chance to spend any quality time alone had been minimal.
Or rather, non-existent.
Maybe that was why Gackt hadn’t complained when Jon had insisted that they move to that comfortable bed in Gackt’s uncomfortable bedroom instead of simply fucking on the sofa like they had so many times before. It had been three months since they’d last had sex after all, they deserved a nice mattress underneath them even if they’d never been concerned with things like that previously.
Likewise, Gackt wasn’t going to complain when he found himself on his back and with a lapful of hot American kissing him until his lungs ached. They had never kissed that much as their times together had usually been too rushed, too hot and too fiery for anything approaching affection, but Jon was a good kisser and Gackt did, in general, love to kiss people.
When Jon pulled away and slowly began to lift up Gackt’s shirt, keeping the pace maddeningly slow as his lips covered every inch of freshly bared skin, Gackt began to question things slightly. Shirts were usually torn off, that’s if they even bothered undressing at all, but Jon was taking his time, mapping out Gackt’s flat stomach and quivering abs with his tongue and simply tracing shapes across his skin. Jon was exploring, trying to find Gackt’s sensitive spots and Gackt saw Jon smile when he realised exactly how much Gackt enjoyed a hot tongue on his nipples. Jon had never taken the time to discover that before and although Gackt really was enjoying the attention, he was beginning to wonder why Jon was taking the time now.
Soon Jon was kissing him again, his lips working against Gackt’s as he coaxed Gackt’s tongue into dancing with his. The kisses then moved - across Gackt’s cheekbones, his jaw, his neck… Gackt felt like he was drowning in something that almost resembled affection, and he wasn’t sure that he approved.
Things seemed to get back on track when Jon’s hands began working at opening Gackt’s belt and although Gackt cocked an eyebrow at Jon’s uncharacteristic fumbling, he made no comment. It had been sometime, after all. Passion and urgency could easily result in nerves, even if Jon had never faltered before.
Gackt stopped thinking when Jon’s mouth wrapped around his cock. He thrust his hips and Jon allowed it, sucking in the right places and tracing patterns with his tongue as Gackt did all of the work. Gackt couldn’t figure out why he was getting so worked up so quickly and refused to acknowledge that maybe, just maybe, Jon’s change of pace was having an affect on him too.
Jon’s strong hands spread Gackt’s thighs and Gackt complied, spreading his legs wider than Jon was requesting. It was time to get things back on track, Gackt thought, to forget this slowness and care that Jon had showed him so far and instead return to the bruising passion that had seen them through the stresses of the tour. Their previous times together had always happened after lives, when the blood was still pumping, the adrenaline still running high and the testosterone still racing through their veins. They’d never paused to find a comfortable surface before, Jon had never undressed him with care and Gackt had never wanted any of that.
Gackt shifted his hips slightly when Jon’s index finger entered him, but it was a welcome intrusion. He had never needed that much preparation before, if any, and Jon knew that. Jon loved that. But this time, Jon was taking things slow. As a second finger slipped inside and pressed against his prostrate, Gackt forced his sleepy eyes open and saw that Jon was simply watching him, his hazel eyes scrutinising every reaction Gackt made, as if he was cataloguing them and saving them for future reference.
Jon had never watched him before. Their sex sessions had always been selfish as each man had been striving to expel some tension and get themselves off, not their partner. It made for hot and explosive, hurried and frantic sex and usually just thinking about it was enough to make Gackt hard. This time, however, Jon seemed more concerned with Gackt’s pleasure than with his own. Jon was still dressed and his fingers were playing with Gackt, teasing reactions from him instead of preparing him.
Gackt suddenly felt very confused and uncomfortable.
The singer didn’t want Jon’s attention or affections. It had been the complete disconnection of feelings that had made him keep coming back to Jon for more as the tour had progressed. Gackt was in demand from all corners all of the time purely because he was Gackt - famous, rich and overworked. It was a relief to be in demand for no reason other than his body and those things he could do with his tongue. The two vocalists had become close friends over the last several months but all of that was discarded and left behind when they fucked and that was how Gackt liked it. It was simpler, cleaner.
Gackt decided to stop thinking when Jon withdrew his fingers and finally removed his pants.
Fuck, Gackt hadn’t even had chance to touch Jon yet but he could see how hard and ready the other man was for him. Gackt shifted and began to roll onto his stomach but a firm hand pressed into his chest and silently asked him not to move. They had always fucked from behind as it allowed that disconnection that Gackt craved, and the power, bruises and release that they both needed. Gackt arched an perfectly shaped eyebrow in question at Jon but the American didn’t respond verbally, he simply shook his head and ran his hands over Gackt’s thighs, spreading them again as he did so.
That feeling of being uncomfortable washed over Gackt again, but when Jon lay on top of him and rolled his hips causing his hard cock to rub against Gackt’s equally hard length, Gackt found it hard to care anymore. Jon’s mouth was at his neck, nibbling and tasting the salty sweat slicked skin and without thinking Gackt wrapped his arms around Jon’s shoulders, pulling him closer as he arched his hips into the American’s.
When Jon entered him, Gackt realised how much he’d missed this. There’d been people, men and women, since the last time the two singers had fucked and there’d been others even during the time they’d been fucking regularly, but Gackt had truly missed fucking around with Jon. It was that strange combination of caring for the man as a friend and being cared about in return, yet abandoning that in favour of simply letting go and listening to their bodies that Gackt had loved.
Gackt soon realised that this time really was different.
Jon had never looked into Gackt’s eyes before as he’d entered him. There had never been fingers that bordered on actually being gentle stroking his face or a hot mouth coaxing Gackt into lazy kisses. Jon had never a chosen a pace this slow before and the thought had never entered Gackt’s mind when their roles had been reversed.
Gackt didn’t like how things were progressing as it spoke of things that he didn’t want to address. Not with Jon, and not with anyone. Yet, he found himself kissing back and running his fingers through Jon’s hair all the same. He bared his neck when Jon turned his attention to it, giving him greater access and bucking his hips when Jon found that sensitive spot underneath his jawline. Without even thinking, Gackt wrapped his legs around Jon’s waist and pulled him closer, despite knowing that really, he should have been pushing him away.
Jon was talking to him in-between kissing his neck, breathlessly muttering about how good Gackt felt whenever he thrust into him, how beautiful the Japanese singer looked writhing underneath him and, most dangerously, how much he’d missed touching Gackt. Jon had never spoken during sex before other than to mutter a few expletives before he came and Gackt had never been one to speak during sex either, but he still found himself straining to hear the compliments endlessly dripping from Jon’s lips over the sounds of their heavy breathing and bodies coming together.
Gackt knew that he shouldn’t have smiled as broadly as he did when Jon said that he’d simply missed him.
It was a particularly hard thrust and skilled hand working his cock that made Gackt come. He had the vague impression that Jon was watching him again and adding more images to the collection of Gackt that the American was rapidly building in his mind, but he couldn’t question it. He couldn’t question anything when his nerves were still alive with his own orgasm and when Jon was finding his own inside Gackt’s body with one long groan of Gackt’s name.
And it wasn’t “G”, the name Jon always called him that he groaned into Gackt’s ear. It was Gackt. English pronunciation of course, but hearing every letter of his name drawled in Jon’s deep voice travelled straight to Gackt’s still sensitive cock.
There was never any post sex cuddling because as soon as the afterglow had diminished, the breathing slowed down and senses returned the two vocalists would switch from being fuck buddies back to being friends. That was another reason why Gackt had kept coming back to Jon -he’d always been able to switch from fucking Gackt to discussing tomorrow’s schedule without any awkwardness or even an acknowledgement of what they had just done together. Jon had been just as able to calmly discuss new lyrics and staging ideas while they were waiting for their breathing to return to normal as Gackt had been. The sex was disconnected, as if it had never happened despite the conversations happening when they were both still naked, sweat slicked and surrounded by hastily discarded clothes.
But Jon hadn’t moved. He was still lying on top of Gackt, nestled between his legs with his face pressed against Gackt’s and hand tracing idle patterns across the blonde’s hip. Gackt shuffled a little to get his hips into a more comfortable position yet he didn’t ask Jon to move.
After several moments of silence, Jon spoke. “G,” he began, “what are you doing tomorrow night? Do you want to get a drink together?”
The two vocalists had gone drinking several times throughout the course of their time together in the band. Some nights they’d get drunk, stumble back into Gackt’s house and fuck in the hallway and some nights they wouldn’t but those nights always started out and ended as two friends simply enjoying each other’s company. Gackt could tell from the quiet hesitation that laced Jon’s usually strong, cheerful and enthusiastic voice that his time, Jon wasn’t asking him as a friend.
There were a million reasons why Gackt knew he should say no and a million excuses that he could give. He didn’t want to travel down that road with Jon, or with anyone, and was angry with himself for allowing the night to progress as it had and give Jon the wrong idea. He tried to rationalise his quiet acceptance of Jon’s affection as simply longing for something he hadn’t felt in a while and that now it was out of his system, he didn’t want to feel a gentle hand again.
But really, he knew that he was lying to himself and had been all evening.
He answered Jon with one, simple word. “Okay.”
~owari
Notes
1) that's one fic out of the WIP folder! Only another zillion to go.
2) I love writing Ice Queen Gackt.