That Thing You Do (Junta/Akito, NC-17)
Title: That Thing You Do
Fandom/Pairing: Junta/Akito (B.A.D.)
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
AN: Written for sourangel, on request. Sorry, it's not first time, and you already stole the Wink Up message idea, but I tried to fit in everything else. Enjoy!
Thanks as always to my beta, mousapelli, even if it was a quick one by text message this time. ;)
That Thing You Do
It's out of the blue when Akito mentions it. B.A.D. is on site for Gokusen 3 filming and they're all taking a break between shots. Takaki has just been called away by an assistant, and the second he's out of earshot, Akito leans on his shoulder.
"It's too bad about these uniforms, don't you think?" he says.
"What do you mean?" Junta replies; he rather likes them.
Akito's not looking at Junta when he answers, instead staring off at some of their fellow actors goofing around with a soccer ball. "Well, you look hotter with a tie," he says.
Junta pokes him in the side and pouts a bit for effect. "I don't look hot now?" Akito grins at this and looks at him, finally.
"I said hotter. But you look just fine like this. In fact," he leans closer to speak into Junta's ear, "I'd jump you right now if people weren't watching."
"But they are." Junta plays it cool. He doesn't want his boyfriend to know just how much these dirty little whispers affect him. Akito already likes teasing him, and he'd just do it more than he presently does if he knew. Junta is glad his hair covers the back of his neck so Akito can't see the heat rising up from beneath his uniform.
"Too bad." Akito smiles at him again, and then the conversation is over just like that. They stand and watch the soccer ball being kicked around for a bit, and then they're called back to filming. However, in his head, Junta is making plans. A tie, huh?
He ends up having to wait until a few days later, though. Eventually, they're back on the main set, where they have their own dressing room for once, albeit a tiny one. When Junta walks in at the end of the day wearing a tie with his high-collared uniform, Akito's reaction isn't what he hoped for, although not unexpected. His boyfriend bursts into giggles.
"Junta, it doesn't really work that way, you know. That looks silly."
Junta is ready for that. "It's not what it looks like. It's what you do with it."
He's glad his boyfriend is pretty quick on the uptake. Akito smirks at him and stands up.
"Ah. I see."
And then Junta finds himself being pulled forward by his tie and knows his evening will go as planned. Akito presses right up against him and kisses him, the last of his giggles dying against Junta's mouth.
Junta loves kissing Akito; it's like coming home. His lips are warm and soft and the inside of Akito's mouth is just as familiar as the inside of his own. They stay like this for a while, Junta's hands on Akito's hips, Akito's hand on his shoulder and the other still holding the tie. Their kisses are slow, a comfortable way to wind down from work, until Akito makes the small sound that never fails to get Junta hard. Junta can't help it if his kisses get a bit rougher after that. He's so focused on the way Akito's tongue feels sliding against his that he doesn't notice his tie being removed until Akito is pushing it into his hands.
Junta pulls back for a moment and looks at the tie he's holding, then back up at his boyfriend. "Are you sure?" They've done this before, but he'll always check. He still finds it hard to believe that Akito doesn't mind, that he likes it.
Akito smiles and nods, turns around. "Go ahead." He meets Junta's eyes in the mirror on their dressing room wall and doesn't resist as Junta pulls on his arms. He stands patiently as Junta uses the tie to secure his hands together behind his back. When Junta releases him, he gives one tug against the bonds.
"It's not too tight?" Junta asks.
"No, it's fine. I could get out if I had to, but it would take some effort." Akito leans back against Junta's chest, his arms caught between them now, and lets Junta hold him.
It's one of the things Junta enjoys the most, just looking at Akito. It's not often that he can do so openly, drinking him in the way he wants. Now he's free to rake his eyes over their reflections. Akito is beautiful and sexy and Junta would probably be content just to stare, but touching is even better and he can, so he does.
He starts by sliding one hand up under Akito's uniform, drawing small circles on his stomach. Akito watches for a moment, and then his eyes flutter shut as he sighs. When Junta moves his hand up further to circle a nipple, Akito's head tilts back against his shoulder. Junta kisses his cheek. He pulls his hand back so he can use both hands to undo the buttons of Akito's uniform; he's talented, but the buttons on their costumes are a bit difficult. Once he's finished, he pushes the jacket from Akito's shoulders. It can't go much further because of the way his hands are tied, but that and the t-shirt Junta pulls over his boyfriend's head to slide down his biceps only help to restrain him more.
Akito's mouth opens a bit when Junta goes back to stroking his skin. Junta can feel Akito's heartbeat picking up beneath his hands. Junta puts his mouth to Akito's neck and feels Akito's breathing pick up to match his heart. He likes how Akito gets aroused just by the anticipation. Junta finally slides his mouth down and sucks at the spot where Akito's neck and shoulder meet. It earns a small whimper in response. Running his tongue up to his ear gets another. Junta presses a kiss to Akito's jaw, rests his hands on Akito's hips and traces the tops of his hipbones with his fingertips.
"Open your eyes, Akito," he whispers. Akito picks up his head and does, and the eyes that meet Junta's in the mirror are half-lidded and dark. They look at each other for a moment and then Akito turns in Junta's grasp and kisses him, just once, hard.
Akito drops to his knees and nuzzles his face against Junta's groin. Junta moans and clutches Akito's shoulders. Akito leans back a bit and looks like he's about to laugh, but when he speaks, his voice is well lower than normal.
"You'll have to help out a bit," he says, and looks pointedly at Junta's crotch. After a second, Junta realizes Akito can't use his hands. He's never bound Akito while their clothes were still on, and Junta hadn't quite thought out the logistics. He's a bit embarrassed to undo his pants himself right in front of Akito like this, usually Akito does it for him, but once he has his erection out, his embarrassment is chased away by Akito's tongue.
It's always a bit different when they do it like this. There are no hands holding Junta back and he has to be careful to control himself. He forces himself to relax, not to push into the wet heat of Akito's mouth, and lets Akito take his time. And Akito does take his time, placing small licks and kisses all around Junta's cock, sucking him in for just a few seconds, letting him go again. A few minutes of this and Junta's ready to scream in frustration, but he holds himself back and says nothing, waits until Akito looks up with a devilish grin.
"Do you want to come, Junta?" he asks.
"God, yes," Junta manages through gritted teeth.
"Then you know how I like it." Akito smiles up at him, and when Junta pushes his cock back against Akito's lips, Akito opens his mouth and lets Junta do as he pleases. He knows Akito can't take it for long, but when Junta's close, Akito likes it hard. He moans around Junta's cock as Junta holds his head still and fucks his mouth in earnest. Junta thinks he shouldn't love this as much as he does, but his boyfriend is so willing, wants it just as much, asks for it. He used to feel guilty, but Akito has trained him out of it by now.
Right on the edge, he pulls back and fists himself to completion, staring down at Akito's face. Akito's head is tilted back, lips puffy and red, breathing hard, his mouth open and waiting for a taste as Junta groans and paints his face with come.
When Junta pulls back, he groans again. He's never seen anything hotter in his life. He wipes away a bit of come that's landed close to Akito's eye, and steps away as Akito levels a heated stare at him. He stares back, wanting to burn this image perfectly into his memory.
Akito is on his knees, his cock straining against his uniform trousers probably painfully. He's bare-chested, his uniform top is hanging from his elbows and his t-shirt is stretched across his shoulder blades from his biceps. His hands are pinned behind him, and his mouth is swollen and face decorated with Junta's come. Akito is breathing hard, his eyes burning, his hips pushing forward seeking contact.
And yet Akito waits. Junta's never heard him beg, even when, like now, he must be desperate.
Junta nudges a chair out of the way and pushes Akito onto his back, once again regretting the lack of planning. The hard floor isn't comfortable, but there's really no where else in their small dressing room; their folding chairs aren't any help. Akito isn't complaining, though, even with his arms pinned beneath himself. There's not much to be done about the shirt and jacket, but Junta removes the bottom half of Akito's costume, as well as the entirety of his own, and places them off to the side. He snatches a towel from the nearby countertop to clean Akito's face, and then uses it to serve as a flimsy barrier between Akito and the cold of the floor and Akito mumbles his thanks.
Junta lets Akito squirm for a moment, unable to touch himself, as Junta crawls the half-meter to his bag to get his lube and then returns. Akito bends his knees and spreads his legs immediately, the closest he'll get to begging. Junta doesn't make him wait, pouring some lube to drip down Akito's balls and further, where Junta smoothes it around his entrance. Akito stays silent when Junta presses in the first finger, the hitch in his breath his only reaction. Junta pushes in and out rapidly, making small circles, and then Akito makes small noises, half-strangled. It's when Junta pushes in another finger that Akito makes that noise, and Junta's half-hard cock comes to full attention again with the sound. Really, it always gets him.
Akito's ready; it hasn't taken him long tonight. Junta can feel the moment he relaxes into it. After coating himself with more lube, he lifts Akito's hips. Akito wraps his legs around Junta's waist.
Junta thinks it must be painful the way Akito's hands are trapped beneath him, the floor not having the give that a bed does, but Akito hurries to assure him that he's fine when Junta asks. So Junta goes with it. He pushes himself in slowly, Akito's muscles fighting him, and waits until his boyfriend relaxes again before he pulls back. He sets up a slow rhythm to start, but Akito is having none of that.
"It's good, I'm good," Akito says quickly. It's his way of urging Junta on, Junta knows, since Akito will never really ask him for it. He'll ask for other things, but not this, nothing that might seem like begging. Junta's given up trying to get him to, it's just a thing Akito has. For someone so loud, he's rather quiet during sex. "Feels good," is all he says, and that means it does, but that it could also feel better. Junta speeds up and thrusts harder, deeper. Akito tenses beneath him, and Junta knows he's got it right. He keeps going and Akito makes that noise again. Junta's rhythm falters.
If he wasn't sure before, he is now- when he looks at Akito's face, he knows that Akito has caught on to the sound thing. Akito's face is contorted half in pleasure, half with a smirk. If Junta is honest with himself, it actually looks a bit awkward, but then Akito makes the noise again and Junta doesn't care. He really doesn't know why it affects him so much, especially when Akito is totally doing it on purpose, but it makes Junta ache for release.
It occurs to him that maybe Akito is close as well and this might be another way of asking for something, because when Junta gets close he gets rough, and Akito likes it that way near the end. Junta pounds into him hard and fast and when he gets his hand between them to touch Akito, it takes only a few pulls before Akito stops breathing altogether and comes with a shudder, his shoulders arching off the floor. It's so intense that his shaking pulls Junta into his own orgasm, and he spills himself into Akito as Akito collapses back against the floor.
They stay for a moment, just breathing, before Junta pulls out carefully. He helps his boyfriend to turn over with difficulty, then works out the knot holding his arms together. Junta has to pull off the jacket and shirt before Akito is entirely free, and when he is, Akito rolls to his side and pulls his arms to his chest with a wince and a small groan.
"Are you okay, Akito?"
"I will be," Akito says. He sounds exhausted, and Junta pulls him upright to curl against his chest. Junta rubs Akito's shoulders and kisses the top of his head.
"If you say it, I believe it," Junta tells him. Akito looks up and smiles. He leans to plant a small kiss at the corner of Junta's mouth and then flops back against his chest, looking sated and happy. Junta holds him tight and it's perfect.
Perfect.
Fandom/Pairing: Junta/Akito (B.A.D.)
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
AN: Written for sourangel, on request. Sorry, it's not first time, and you already stole the Wink Up message idea, but I tried to fit in everything else. Enjoy!
Thanks as always to my beta, mousapelli, even if it was a quick one by text message this time. ;)
That Thing You Do
It's out of the blue when Akito mentions it. B.A.D. is on site for Gokusen 3 filming and they're all taking a break between shots. Takaki has just been called away by an assistant, and the second he's out of earshot, Akito leans on his shoulder.
"It's too bad about these uniforms, don't you think?" he says.
"What do you mean?" Junta replies; he rather likes them.
Akito's not looking at Junta when he answers, instead staring off at some of their fellow actors goofing around with a soccer ball. "Well, you look hotter with a tie," he says.
Junta pokes him in the side and pouts a bit for effect. "I don't look hot now?" Akito grins at this and looks at him, finally.
"I said hotter. But you look just fine like this. In fact," he leans closer to speak into Junta's ear, "I'd jump you right now if people weren't watching."
"But they are." Junta plays it cool. He doesn't want his boyfriend to know just how much these dirty little whispers affect him. Akito already likes teasing him, and he'd just do it more than he presently does if he knew. Junta is glad his hair covers the back of his neck so Akito can't see the heat rising up from beneath his uniform.
"Too bad." Akito smiles at him again, and then the conversation is over just like that. They stand and watch the soccer ball being kicked around for a bit, and then they're called back to filming. However, in his head, Junta is making plans. A tie, huh?
He ends up having to wait until a few days later, though. Eventually, they're back on the main set, where they have their own dressing room for once, albeit a tiny one. When Junta walks in at the end of the day wearing a tie with his high-collared uniform, Akito's reaction isn't what he hoped for, although not unexpected. His boyfriend bursts into giggles.
"Junta, it doesn't really work that way, you know. That looks silly."
Junta is ready for that. "It's not what it looks like. It's what you do with it."
He's glad his boyfriend is pretty quick on the uptake. Akito smirks at him and stands up.
"Ah. I see."
And then Junta finds himself being pulled forward by his tie and knows his evening will go as planned. Akito presses right up against him and kisses him, the last of his giggles dying against Junta's mouth.
Junta loves kissing Akito; it's like coming home. His lips are warm and soft and the inside of Akito's mouth is just as familiar as the inside of his own. They stay like this for a while, Junta's hands on Akito's hips, Akito's hand on his shoulder and the other still holding the tie. Their kisses are slow, a comfortable way to wind down from work, until Akito makes the small sound that never fails to get Junta hard. Junta can't help it if his kisses get a bit rougher after that. He's so focused on the way Akito's tongue feels sliding against his that he doesn't notice his tie being removed until Akito is pushing it into his hands.
Junta pulls back for a moment and looks at the tie he's holding, then back up at his boyfriend. "Are you sure?" They've done this before, but he'll always check. He still finds it hard to believe that Akito doesn't mind, that he likes it.
Akito smiles and nods, turns around. "Go ahead." He meets Junta's eyes in the mirror on their dressing room wall and doesn't resist as Junta pulls on his arms. He stands patiently as Junta uses the tie to secure his hands together behind his back. When Junta releases him, he gives one tug against the bonds.
"It's not too tight?" Junta asks.
"No, it's fine. I could get out if I had to, but it would take some effort." Akito leans back against Junta's chest, his arms caught between them now, and lets Junta hold him.
It's one of the things Junta enjoys the most, just looking at Akito. It's not often that he can do so openly, drinking him in the way he wants. Now he's free to rake his eyes over their reflections. Akito is beautiful and sexy and Junta would probably be content just to stare, but touching is even better and he can, so he does.
He starts by sliding one hand up under Akito's uniform, drawing small circles on his stomach. Akito watches for a moment, and then his eyes flutter shut as he sighs. When Junta moves his hand up further to circle a nipple, Akito's head tilts back against his shoulder. Junta kisses his cheek. He pulls his hand back so he can use both hands to undo the buttons of Akito's uniform; he's talented, but the buttons on their costumes are a bit difficult. Once he's finished, he pushes the jacket from Akito's shoulders. It can't go much further because of the way his hands are tied, but that and the t-shirt Junta pulls over his boyfriend's head to slide down his biceps only help to restrain him more.
Akito's mouth opens a bit when Junta goes back to stroking his skin. Junta can feel Akito's heartbeat picking up beneath his hands. Junta puts his mouth to Akito's neck and feels Akito's breathing pick up to match his heart. He likes how Akito gets aroused just by the anticipation. Junta finally slides his mouth down and sucks at the spot where Akito's neck and shoulder meet. It earns a small whimper in response. Running his tongue up to his ear gets another. Junta presses a kiss to Akito's jaw, rests his hands on Akito's hips and traces the tops of his hipbones with his fingertips.
"Open your eyes, Akito," he whispers. Akito picks up his head and does, and the eyes that meet Junta's in the mirror are half-lidded and dark. They look at each other for a moment and then Akito turns in Junta's grasp and kisses him, just once, hard.
Akito drops to his knees and nuzzles his face against Junta's groin. Junta moans and clutches Akito's shoulders. Akito leans back a bit and looks like he's about to laugh, but when he speaks, his voice is well lower than normal.
"You'll have to help out a bit," he says, and looks pointedly at Junta's crotch. After a second, Junta realizes Akito can't use his hands. He's never bound Akito while their clothes were still on, and Junta hadn't quite thought out the logistics. He's a bit embarrassed to undo his pants himself right in front of Akito like this, usually Akito does it for him, but once he has his erection out, his embarrassment is chased away by Akito's tongue.
It's always a bit different when they do it like this. There are no hands holding Junta back and he has to be careful to control himself. He forces himself to relax, not to push into the wet heat of Akito's mouth, and lets Akito take his time. And Akito does take his time, placing small licks and kisses all around Junta's cock, sucking him in for just a few seconds, letting him go again. A few minutes of this and Junta's ready to scream in frustration, but he holds himself back and says nothing, waits until Akito looks up with a devilish grin.
"Do you want to come, Junta?" he asks.
"God, yes," Junta manages through gritted teeth.
"Then you know how I like it." Akito smiles up at him, and when Junta pushes his cock back against Akito's lips, Akito opens his mouth and lets Junta do as he pleases. He knows Akito can't take it for long, but when Junta's close, Akito likes it hard. He moans around Junta's cock as Junta holds his head still and fucks his mouth in earnest. Junta thinks he shouldn't love this as much as he does, but his boyfriend is so willing, wants it just as much, asks for it. He used to feel guilty, but Akito has trained him out of it by now.
Right on the edge, he pulls back and fists himself to completion, staring down at Akito's face. Akito's head is tilted back, lips puffy and red, breathing hard, his mouth open and waiting for a taste as Junta groans and paints his face with come.
When Junta pulls back, he groans again. He's never seen anything hotter in his life. He wipes away a bit of come that's landed close to Akito's eye, and steps away as Akito levels a heated stare at him. He stares back, wanting to burn this image perfectly into his memory.
Akito is on his knees, his cock straining against his uniform trousers probably painfully. He's bare-chested, his uniform top is hanging from his elbows and his t-shirt is stretched across his shoulder blades from his biceps. His hands are pinned behind him, and his mouth is swollen and face decorated with Junta's come. Akito is breathing hard, his eyes burning, his hips pushing forward seeking contact.
And yet Akito waits. Junta's never heard him beg, even when, like now, he must be desperate.
Junta nudges a chair out of the way and pushes Akito onto his back, once again regretting the lack of planning. The hard floor isn't comfortable, but there's really no where else in their small dressing room; their folding chairs aren't any help. Akito isn't complaining, though, even with his arms pinned beneath himself. There's not much to be done about the shirt and jacket, but Junta removes the bottom half of Akito's costume, as well as the entirety of his own, and places them off to the side. He snatches a towel from the nearby countertop to clean Akito's face, and then uses it to serve as a flimsy barrier between Akito and the cold of the floor and Akito mumbles his thanks.
Junta lets Akito squirm for a moment, unable to touch himself, as Junta crawls the half-meter to his bag to get his lube and then returns. Akito bends his knees and spreads his legs immediately, the closest he'll get to begging. Junta doesn't make him wait, pouring some lube to drip down Akito's balls and further, where Junta smoothes it around his entrance. Akito stays silent when Junta presses in the first finger, the hitch in his breath his only reaction. Junta pushes in and out rapidly, making small circles, and then Akito makes small noises, half-strangled. It's when Junta pushes in another finger that Akito makes that noise, and Junta's half-hard cock comes to full attention again with the sound. Really, it always gets him.
Akito's ready; it hasn't taken him long tonight. Junta can feel the moment he relaxes into it. After coating himself with more lube, he lifts Akito's hips. Akito wraps his legs around Junta's waist.
Junta thinks it must be painful the way Akito's hands are trapped beneath him, the floor not having the give that a bed does, but Akito hurries to assure him that he's fine when Junta asks. So Junta goes with it. He pushes himself in slowly, Akito's muscles fighting him, and waits until his boyfriend relaxes again before he pulls back. He sets up a slow rhythm to start, but Akito is having none of that.
"It's good, I'm good," Akito says quickly. It's his way of urging Junta on, Junta knows, since Akito will never really ask him for it. He'll ask for other things, but not this, nothing that might seem like begging. Junta's given up trying to get him to, it's just a thing Akito has. For someone so loud, he's rather quiet during sex. "Feels good," is all he says, and that means it does, but that it could also feel better. Junta speeds up and thrusts harder, deeper. Akito tenses beneath him, and Junta knows he's got it right. He keeps going and Akito makes that noise again. Junta's rhythm falters.
If he wasn't sure before, he is now- when he looks at Akito's face, he knows that Akito has caught on to the sound thing. Akito's face is contorted half in pleasure, half with a smirk. If Junta is honest with himself, it actually looks a bit awkward, but then Akito makes the noise again and Junta doesn't care. He really doesn't know why it affects him so much, especially when Akito is totally doing it on purpose, but it makes Junta ache for release.
It occurs to him that maybe Akito is close as well and this might be another way of asking for something, because when Junta gets close he gets rough, and Akito likes it that way near the end. Junta pounds into him hard and fast and when he gets his hand between them to touch Akito, it takes only a few pulls before Akito stops breathing altogether and comes with a shudder, his shoulders arching off the floor. It's so intense that his shaking pulls Junta into his own orgasm, and he spills himself into Akito as Akito collapses back against the floor.
They stay for a moment, just breathing, before Junta pulls out carefully. He helps his boyfriend to turn over with difficulty, then works out the knot holding his arms together. Junta has to pull off the jacket and shirt before Akito is entirely free, and when he is, Akito rolls to his side and pulls his arms to his chest with a wince and a small groan.
"Are you okay, Akito?"
"I will be," Akito says. He sounds exhausted, and Junta pulls him upright to curl against his chest. Junta rubs Akito's shoulders and kisses the top of his head.
"If you say it, I believe it," Junta tells him. Akito looks up and smiles. He leans to plant a small kiss at the corner of Junta's mouth and then flops back against his chest, looking sated and happy. Junta holds him tight and it's perfect.
Perfect.