Koyama Really Knows His Juniors (Nikaido/Koyama, NC-17)
Inspired by this and this.
Honestly guys, I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED.
Okay, well, I partially do. Mostly, it's sourangel's fault.
So. You get my very first fic EVER. Yes, EVER. In any fandom. And what a fic to start with. Seriously. It's like, almost 2000 words of PWP, with a completely crack pairing. I don't even know what to say.
Please be kind? It's not really beta-ed or anything, and um. FIRST FIC. *so so nervous*
There are little things that niggle at me, but if I start picking, I'll get all anxious over it and never post, so here. Just. I'll stop now. *hides*
mousapelli, I am going to join you in your special brand of hell. XD
Set after the filming of the November Shokuras. Um.
Title: Koyama Really Knows His Juniors
Fandom: Johnny's? The Shonen Club?
Rating: NC-17 (omg, wtf)
Pairings: Nikaido/Koyama (told you it was crack)
AN: Dedicated to darlita. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Cursory beta by timeripple
When Nika was 12, he bossed around 19-year-old Koyama and abused him like crazy.
Five years later, nothing has changed.
Koyama hadn't even reached the dressing rooms when he was suddenly shoved up against the wall, finding himself with a faceful of Nikaido.
"Nik--"
It was all he managed before Nikaido clapped a hand across his mouth and leaned in close, pressing himself along the length of Koyama's body to whisper in his ear.
"I am going to fuck you so hard," he hissed, smirking at the slight shiver that ran through Koyama's body. Koyama swallowed hard. He could feel Nikaido's hand as it left his mouth to trail slowly down the side of his neck, paused to unwind the scarf from around Koyama's throat. Nikaido's mouth traced a similar path up the opposite side, nipped lightly at the sensitive skin.
Koyama let his head fall back against the wall. He wasn't sure why he allowed this, but Nikaido had always had some strange power over him. Honestly, Koyama was half-terrified of the boy, so sharp and intense, but it was exciting. He was never gentle, Nikaido, took what he wanted, demanded it. There was a thrill in giving up, not fighting, and Koyama couldn't bring himself to say no, no matter how much he felt he should. But the words this time… they've never gone that far. Never had the time.
But today, today is different. Nikaido's already working on the buttons of Koyama's sweater as he mouths along his jaw. There's tension, energy, something new, and it makes Koyama nervous. He brings his hands up to grip Nikaido's shoulders tightly through his costume.
"Nika-chan, wh-what are you--"
"Shut up," Nikaido growls against his mouth, followed with a sharp bite. Koyama's last button is undone and Nikaido distracts him with a harsh kiss as he pushes the material from Koyama's body.
His tongue is rough against Koyama's and Nikaido revels in the small whimpers the other man makes. It's always like this, always easy, and a surge of power and arousal courses through Nikaido's body as Koyama arches into his exploring hands. Nikaido traces a nipple with one nail and Koyama pulls back from the kiss with a gasp. He doesn't stop, watching through narrowed eyes, smirking at Koyama's flushed face and shallow breathing. The older boy can only meet his eyes for a few seconds before turning his head to the side and closing his eyes tight against his embarrassment.
Nikaido takes the opportunity to lean in again, sucking dark marks to the surface of Koyama's neck, marking him. Claiming him. Nikaido owns him, and he's going to make sure Koyama knows this. He abandons Koyama's chest to let his hands slide lower, slipping just beneath the waistband to tease another whimper out of his senpai.
At that momet, a door down the hall opens and Nikaido pulls away slightly to stare into Fujigaya's eyes. His group member gives him a pointed look, then turns to head off in the other direction, bag slung over his shoulder. Nikaido snatches up Koyama's wrist and pulls him from the wall. The man's legs aren't working so well, it seems, and he stumbles as Nikaido drags him to the still-open door and shoves him into Kis-My-Ft2's dressing room. It's empty now, the members gone home for the evening. Nikaido makes sure the door is locked.
Koyama stands in the middle of the room, breathing hard, as Nikaido turns to him. The younger boy advances slowly, and Koyama's nerves and embarrassment return in full force. It's always been just quick hand jobs or rushed frotting in the hall, hidden behind stacked equipment. But now Nikaido's looking at him and his eyes are promising more than Koyama thinks he might be ready for. He takes a step back.
Nikaido's not having any of that and he's closed the distance before Koyama can even blink, hands tight around Koyama's wrists.
"Going somewhere?" Nikaido breathes with a laugh, and it's not that nice. Koyama wants to respond, but then he's down on the couch, Nikaido straddling his hips, and it doesn't matter. He's hard, and Nikaido presses just enough for it to be torture. He presses back, Nikaido's name catching in his throat.
"Let's get these off of you."
Nikaido is still fully clothed and the zipper of his bomber jacket scrapes at Koyama's skin as the Junior slides down his stomach. He makes short work of Koyama's jeans, stopping to untie Koyama's boots just enough that the man can kick them off. When he slides back up, the layers of fabric trailing from his waist brush Koyama's legs, the inside of his thighs.
He can't help trembling, and is rewarded by a sharp smile from Nikaido. The boy stares down at him, eyes dark, and traces Koyama's hardness through his underwear. The smile only gets more wicked when Koyama twists sharply beneath his fingers. He receives a whine from his senpai when he pauses to remove his own jacket and tank top and now he knows there won't be any real protests. Good.
Koyama stares.
"Nika-chan," he breathes, and he can't hold back. He leans up to wrap an arm around Nikaido's neck, pulling him down into a heated kiss. Nikaido lets him, doesn't stop him when he starts to rock up against the boy. They both know where this is going.
Nikaido indulges Koyama for a few moments and then pulls back, standing up so he can more easily detach the bottom layers of his costume. The pieces pool at his feet and he kicks them out of the way, unselfconscious as he moves toward his bag.
Koyama watches him rummage through his things, drinking in the sight of Nikaido's bare body, and fuck it, he's too slow. Koyama pushes his underwear off and wraps a hand around himself, stroking slowly, a small smile on his face as Nikaido turns back to him and frowns.
Nikaido kneels between his legs, a small bottle in hand, and the frown still in place.
"So impatient," he scolds, batting Koyama's hand away.
"Well, if you weren't so slow." Koyama grins up at him, all embarrassment faded, his nerves a mere memory. "If you're going to, just do it."
Now Nikaido's amused.
"Fine, have it your way." He lets a small amount of liquid drizzle from the bottle, then places it on the floor. With his clean hand, he pushes Koyama's leg up to rest on the back of the couch. The other makes a slow circle around the man's entrance. Koyama looks up at him, fighting back a grin.
"I'm not a virgin, you know."
"Wasn't planning on treating you like one." And with that, Nikaido slides a whole finger inside, right up to the third knuckle. Koyama bucks a little and cringes; Nikaido gives him no time to adjust before working his hand in shallow, sharp thrusts.
"Okay?" he asks, but doesn't wait for a response before adding a second finger, diverting his full attention for a moment to pull on a condom. Koyama doesn't seem to be in pain, although one hand is clenched, knuckles white, against the back of the couch. The other latches on to Nikaido's upper arm and squeezes.
"More." Black eyes meet black eyes as Nikaido finger-fucks him harder. There's a silent exchange and then Nikaido's pulling out to replace his fingers with his cock. Koyama cries out as the Junior pushes, fingers tightening on the boy's arm. Nikaido ignores the fingers digging into his skin and pushes harder.
Now Koyama's not sure if he likes it. It's faster, harder, rougher than anyone's been before. There's a new sense of panic as pain flares up inside. He wants to tell Nikaido to slow down, but he can't get anything out. His breath is gone, stolen away by the pressure, and he's not sure Nikaido would listen to him even if he could say what he wanted. He claws at the boy's arm, but it makes no difference.
Nikaido likes the look Koyama's giving him. Loves it. His eyes are wide, wild, and Nikaido feels drunk with ecstasy. He slows down his thrusts, leaning in to let his breaths mingle with Koyama's labored ones.
"Look at you. You whore. You love this."
Koyama doesn't think so, but the words go straight to his cock anyway, and maybe he's not sure what he thinks. The pain has receded, little sparks of pleasure rippling through his center, and maybe he does love it. He closes his eyes against Nikaido's knowing smirk.
"Just. Just." He can't even talk. Nikaido has sped up again, and now the little sparks are growing, gathering, coiling into a glowing heat. Another rough thrust and fireworks are flaring in his brain, making him cry out. The other boy is making noise now, too, answering Koyama's calls with low, shaky groans, hands trembling where he grips Koyama's thighs.
They're close, both so close, and Koyama reaches a hand down to touch himself, but Nikaido pins it to his chest before he can near his goal.
"No," he bites out. "No touching. Just this. Just this." He punctuates his words with harsh thrusts and Koyama throws his head back, shivering, wanting.
Nikaido's not about to let go before Koyama, so he angles up slightly, using his arm pinning Koyama's wrist for leverage. And there. He's got it. Koyama's crying out and tensing against him, coming hard and fast. Nikaido keeps pounding into him, and now it's tighter than ever, so hot, and he's done, spilling himself into his senpai with a long moan.
He rides out the waves that course through him and then slumps slightly sideways, trapping Koyama's leg against the back of the couch. They breathe together, waiting for their heart rates to slow. Koyama's eyes are closed, his mouth open, and Nikaido reaches a free hand up to touch his face, smoothing over an eyebrow.
Koyama opens his eyes at the touch. He finds Nikaido smiling down at him, tired and sated, no more sharp edge to his grin.
"Nika-chan…" he whispers, sliding his hand up from its death grip on the boy's arm to reciprocate the touch. Nikaido leans his cheek into Koyama's palm and says nothing.
"Nika-chan," he repeats. He still gets no more response than a smile, and then Nikaido's carefully pulling out, making Koyama wince slightly. He worries then, that this was a really, really bad idea, but Nikaido has pushed Koyama's legs down so he has room to stretch out next to him. He rests his head on Koyama's shoulder and presses that smile into his neck.
"Koyama-kun." Koyama can feel the words shaped against his skin. "Koyama, you're really amazing."
"-even if you're kind of dumb." And Nikaido's grin is so big that Koyama can feel his teeth. He smacks the boy in the head with his fingertips, all he can manage in their current position.
"Brat," he says fondly.
"You love it," is Nikaido's response as he cuddles closer, and now Koyama is sure that he does.
Honestly guys, I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED.
Okay, well, I partially do. Mostly, it's sourangel's fault.
So. You get my very first fic EVER. Yes, EVER. In any fandom. And what a fic to start with. Seriously. It's like, almost 2000 words of PWP, with a completely crack pairing. I don't even know what to say.
Please be kind? It's not really beta-ed or anything, and um. FIRST FIC. *so so nervous*
There are little things that niggle at me, but if I start picking, I'll get all anxious over it and never post, so here. Just. I'll stop now. *hides*
mousapelli, I am going to join you in your special brand of hell. XD
Set after the filming of the November Shokuras. Um.
Title: Koyama Really Knows His Juniors
Fandom: Johnny's? The Shonen Club?
Rating: NC-17 (omg, wtf)
Pairings: Nikaido/Koyama (told you it was crack)
AN: Dedicated to darlita. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Cursory beta by timeripple
When Nika was 12, he bossed around 19-year-old Koyama and abused him like crazy.
Five years later, nothing has changed.
Koyama hadn't even reached the dressing rooms when he was suddenly shoved up against the wall, finding himself with a faceful of Nikaido.
"Nik--"
It was all he managed before Nikaido clapped a hand across his mouth and leaned in close, pressing himself along the length of Koyama's body to whisper in his ear.
"I am going to fuck you so hard," he hissed, smirking at the slight shiver that ran through Koyama's body. Koyama swallowed hard. He could feel Nikaido's hand as it left his mouth to trail slowly down the side of his neck, paused to unwind the scarf from around Koyama's throat. Nikaido's mouth traced a similar path up the opposite side, nipped lightly at the sensitive skin.
Koyama let his head fall back against the wall. He wasn't sure why he allowed this, but Nikaido had always had some strange power over him. Honestly, Koyama was half-terrified of the boy, so sharp and intense, but it was exciting. He was never gentle, Nikaido, took what he wanted, demanded it. There was a thrill in giving up, not fighting, and Koyama couldn't bring himself to say no, no matter how much he felt he should. But the words this time… they've never gone that far. Never had the time.
But today, today is different. Nikaido's already working on the buttons of Koyama's sweater as he mouths along his jaw. There's tension, energy, something new, and it makes Koyama nervous. He brings his hands up to grip Nikaido's shoulders tightly through his costume.
"Nika-chan, wh-what are you--"
"Shut up," Nikaido growls against his mouth, followed with a sharp bite. Koyama's last button is undone and Nikaido distracts him with a harsh kiss as he pushes the material from Koyama's body.
His tongue is rough against Koyama's and Nikaido revels in the small whimpers the other man makes. It's always like this, always easy, and a surge of power and arousal courses through Nikaido's body as Koyama arches into his exploring hands. Nikaido traces a nipple with one nail and Koyama pulls back from the kiss with a gasp. He doesn't stop, watching through narrowed eyes, smirking at Koyama's flushed face and shallow breathing. The older boy can only meet his eyes for a few seconds before turning his head to the side and closing his eyes tight against his embarrassment.
Nikaido takes the opportunity to lean in again, sucking dark marks to the surface of Koyama's neck, marking him. Claiming him. Nikaido owns him, and he's going to make sure Koyama knows this. He abandons Koyama's chest to let his hands slide lower, slipping just beneath the waistband to tease another whimper out of his senpai.
At that momet, a door down the hall opens and Nikaido pulls away slightly to stare into Fujigaya's eyes. His group member gives him a pointed look, then turns to head off in the other direction, bag slung over his shoulder. Nikaido snatches up Koyama's wrist and pulls him from the wall. The man's legs aren't working so well, it seems, and he stumbles as Nikaido drags him to the still-open door and shoves him into Kis-My-Ft2's dressing room. It's empty now, the members gone home for the evening. Nikaido makes sure the door is locked.
Koyama stands in the middle of the room, breathing hard, as Nikaido turns to him. The younger boy advances slowly, and Koyama's nerves and embarrassment return in full force. It's always been just quick hand jobs or rushed frotting in the hall, hidden behind stacked equipment. But now Nikaido's looking at him and his eyes are promising more than Koyama thinks he might be ready for. He takes a step back.
Nikaido's not having any of that and he's closed the distance before Koyama can even blink, hands tight around Koyama's wrists.
"Going somewhere?" Nikaido breathes with a laugh, and it's not that nice. Koyama wants to respond, but then he's down on the couch, Nikaido straddling his hips, and it doesn't matter. He's hard, and Nikaido presses just enough for it to be torture. He presses back, Nikaido's name catching in his throat.
"Let's get these off of you."
Nikaido is still fully clothed and the zipper of his bomber jacket scrapes at Koyama's skin as the Junior slides down his stomach. He makes short work of Koyama's jeans, stopping to untie Koyama's boots just enough that the man can kick them off. When he slides back up, the layers of fabric trailing from his waist brush Koyama's legs, the inside of his thighs.
He can't help trembling, and is rewarded by a sharp smile from Nikaido. The boy stares down at him, eyes dark, and traces Koyama's hardness through his underwear. The smile only gets more wicked when Koyama twists sharply beneath his fingers. He receives a whine from his senpai when he pauses to remove his own jacket and tank top and now he knows there won't be any real protests. Good.
Koyama stares.
"Nika-chan," he breathes, and he can't hold back. He leans up to wrap an arm around Nikaido's neck, pulling him down into a heated kiss. Nikaido lets him, doesn't stop him when he starts to rock up against the boy. They both know where this is going.
Nikaido indulges Koyama for a few moments and then pulls back, standing up so he can more easily detach the bottom layers of his costume. The pieces pool at his feet and he kicks them out of the way, unselfconscious as he moves toward his bag.
Koyama watches him rummage through his things, drinking in the sight of Nikaido's bare body, and fuck it, he's too slow. Koyama pushes his underwear off and wraps a hand around himself, stroking slowly, a small smile on his face as Nikaido turns back to him and frowns.
Nikaido kneels between his legs, a small bottle in hand, and the frown still in place.
"So impatient," he scolds, batting Koyama's hand away.
"Well, if you weren't so slow." Koyama grins up at him, all embarrassment faded, his nerves a mere memory. "If you're going to, just do it."
Now Nikaido's amused.
"Fine, have it your way." He lets a small amount of liquid drizzle from the bottle, then places it on the floor. With his clean hand, he pushes Koyama's leg up to rest on the back of the couch. The other makes a slow circle around the man's entrance. Koyama looks up at him, fighting back a grin.
"I'm not a virgin, you know."
"Wasn't planning on treating you like one." And with that, Nikaido slides a whole finger inside, right up to the third knuckle. Koyama bucks a little and cringes; Nikaido gives him no time to adjust before working his hand in shallow, sharp thrusts.
"Okay?" he asks, but doesn't wait for a response before adding a second finger, diverting his full attention for a moment to pull on a condom. Koyama doesn't seem to be in pain, although one hand is clenched, knuckles white, against the back of the couch. The other latches on to Nikaido's upper arm and squeezes.
"More." Black eyes meet black eyes as Nikaido finger-fucks him harder. There's a silent exchange and then Nikaido's pulling out to replace his fingers with his cock. Koyama cries out as the Junior pushes, fingers tightening on the boy's arm. Nikaido ignores the fingers digging into his skin and pushes harder.
Now Koyama's not sure if he likes it. It's faster, harder, rougher than anyone's been before. There's a new sense of panic as pain flares up inside. He wants to tell Nikaido to slow down, but he can't get anything out. His breath is gone, stolen away by the pressure, and he's not sure Nikaido would listen to him even if he could say what he wanted. He claws at the boy's arm, but it makes no difference.
Nikaido likes the look Koyama's giving him. Loves it. His eyes are wide, wild, and Nikaido feels drunk with ecstasy. He slows down his thrusts, leaning in to let his breaths mingle with Koyama's labored ones.
"Look at you. You whore. You love this."
Koyama doesn't think so, but the words go straight to his cock anyway, and maybe he's not sure what he thinks. The pain has receded, little sparks of pleasure rippling through his center, and maybe he does love it. He closes his eyes against Nikaido's knowing smirk.
"Just. Just." He can't even talk. Nikaido has sped up again, and now the little sparks are growing, gathering, coiling into a glowing heat. Another rough thrust and fireworks are flaring in his brain, making him cry out. The other boy is making noise now, too, answering Koyama's calls with low, shaky groans, hands trembling where he grips Koyama's thighs.
They're close, both so close, and Koyama reaches a hand down to touch himself, but Nikaido pins it to his chest before he can near his goal.
"No," he bites out. "No touching. Just this. Just this." He punctuates his words with harsh thrusts and Koyama throws his head back, shivering, wanting.
Nikaido's not about to let go before Koyama, so he angles up slightly, using his arm pinning Koyama's wrist for leverage. And there. He's got it. Koyama's crying out and tensing against him, coming hard and fast. Nikaido keeps pounding into him, and now it's tighter than ever, so hot, and he's done, spilling himself into his senpai with a long moan.
He rides out the waves that course through him and then slumps slightly sideways, trapping Koyama's leg against the back of the couch. They breathe together, waiting for their heart rates to slow. Koyama's eyes are closed, his mouth open, and Nikaido reaches a free hand up to touch his face, smoothing over an eyebrow.
Koyama opens his eyes at the touch. He finds Nikaido smiling down at him, tired and sated, no more sharp edge to his grin.
"Nika-chan…" he whispers, sliding his hand up from its death grip on the boy's arm to reciprocate the touch. Nikaido leans his cheek into Koyama's palm and says nothing.
"Nika-chan," he repeats. He still gets no more response than a smile, and then Nikaido's carefully pulling out, making Koyama wince slightly. He worries then, that this was a really, really bad idea, but Nikaido has pushed Koyama's legs down so he has room to stretch out next to him. He rests his head on Koyama's shoulder and presses that smile into his neck.
"Koyama-kun." Koyama can feel the words shaped against his skin. "Koyama, you're really amazing."
"-even if you're kind of dumb." And Nikaido's grin is so big that Koyama can feel his teeth. He smacks the boy in the head with his fingertips, all he can manage in their current position.
"Brat," he says fondly.
"You love it," is Nikaido's response as he cuddles closer, and now Koyama is sure that he does.