Fanfic: Revenge is Sweet
Title: Revenge is Sweet
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: If the boys were mine they would be married. Obviously, they are not *duhhhhh*
Beta: blursakana
Pairing(s): Kitafuji
Rating: NC-17
Genre: slight fluff, humour
Warnings: The rating I suppose
Summary: The problem with bets starts when you lose them.
Author Notes: This is a sequel to a drabble. It's the last one in this post. This doesn't make much sense without reading the drabble^^
Revenge is Sweet
Fujigaya rolled onto his side with eyes closed and sighed contently into his pillow. He had slept so well, which he hadn’t done in ages.
Having no stress because of drama filming was awesome and he felt like staying right where he was. Snuggling his pillow some more, he decided to enjoy this feeling of contentedness a little longer.
He thought back to his dream just now. In a cute looking café, he had eaten a chocolate cake. One piece after another, without having to care about his weight.
Wonderful!
He jerked slightly as an arm wrapped suddenly around his waist and there was warmth against his back and…wait what?
Please no, was that an erection poking his butt?
Now, he had to open his eyes after all. He frowned. This was not his room. It was actually a room he had never seen before. Not a hotel room, which was always good.
Now back to the problem at hand…or rather at butt.
He tried to move out of the embrace which only ended in him wiggling and that erection rubbing against his ass.
“Mhh…” Someone seemed rather content about his movements. Who was it?
The arm tightened around him and he couldn’t help but think that something about this was freakishly familiar.
“It’s been ages since I had a morning wood. You are good.” The voice was thick with sleep, but definitely familiar.
Relief flooded him. He was not in the home of some crazed stranger and had to flee before anything bad and career ruining happened.
“Kitayama.”
“Morning…” Was the sleepy reply and the other actually had the guts to move against him from behind.
“One might not think it, but you have a surprisingly nice ass.” Kitayama mumbled close to his ear as he nosed his neck and said ass was getting groped under the blanket.
“Of course it is awesome. It’s a first-rate Fujigaya-butt.”
”Oh, of course.” Kitayama agreed easily and Fujigaya wondered why the other wasn’t arguing more and pointing out the roundness of his own butt, till he felt a finger trace his butt crack.
“We had sex last night.” Fujigaya frowned. There was something nagging in the back of his mind.
“Oh yes, we did.” Kitayama purred. “And if you are in for it, we could do it again…like right now.”
A finger was gently prodding his hole and he found himself strangely sensitive and welcoming to the touch. Like a cat seeking attention, he moved into it and moaned.
“I take that as a yes.” Kitayama said contently and the finger left him for a few seconds, only to return coated in lube.
“Yes…”
The other worked deftly and he was almost ashamed how his still sleepy body opened willingly up for the other, but he didn’t want to tell the other to stop either. It felt surprisingly nice.
“You are still stretched from last night. How nice.” Kitayama mumbled into his back and he arched slightly.
The other kept stretching him while ghosting full lips along his nape till three fingers moved easily inside him and he moved his pelvis towards Kitayama in the hope he would touch him deeper. By now, the other wasn’t the only one anymore that was hard. His erection was already curving against his stomach and he came to the conclusion that he had to threaten Kitayama to never tell anyone how sensitive and willing he was in the morning.
The fingers left him, making him feel empty, but there was a promising crinkling noise of a condom being opened behind him and some movement.
“I’ll just take you from behind?”
Fujigaya pondered that question and while it would be so much easier like that, he rolled onto his back and pulled his thighs towards his chest.
“You want me to do that much work that early in the morning…seriously…” Kitayama grumbled but moved between his legs slowly after all.
“See it as workout.”
“I never work out that early. Take it as compliment for your butt I am fulfilling your request.”
It was probably not the right time to think that, but Kitayama looked incredibly cute how he tried to somehow manoeuvred himself on top of him without falling and with his eyes only half open.
“How can you even think about sex still half asleep?”
“Sex is nice.” Was the plain reply and Kitayama managed to guide his cock to his hole and slowly pushed in.
His butt was a little sore, but not sore enough to tell Kitayama to stop. It felt almost comfortable how the other’s warm body was curling towards him. Kitayama placed his forehead against his chest and slightly adjusted their hips.
“Don’t expect mind-blowing action from my side.” The older one said while even going through the trouble to blink his eyes completely open.
“How dare I.” Fujigaya said jokingly and Kitayama grumbled before slowly rolling his hips.
Fujigaya gasped. Those hips were seriously not only for show. He spread his legs wider and sighed contently as Kitayama slipped a little deeper. Yes, right there. His back arched of the sheets and Kitayama splayed out his fingers right above his hipbone.
“How many people know you are that sensitive in the morning?” The older one purred and pushed into him anew.
“No one. You are the only one that horny at such an hour.” He pressed out as waves of pleasure were already rippling through his body. The other hadn’t done much moving but his nerves were already sending out signals of pleasure. Kitayama knew exactly where to brush against him inside, turning him into a moaning mess.
“How can they not with you in their bed?” Kitayama said and moaned right after as he tightened around the older one tightly. The compliment made his body even more willing.
At the moment, he was in no need for dirty and rough sex to feel awesome. Their rhythm was considerably slow but it gave him time to meet each thrust with a hip roll of his own and Kitayama was sure to brush his sweet spot with each thrust.
His hands were balled to fists lying next to his head as he enjoyed Kitayama being surprisingly awesome.
“Touch yourself, if you don’t want me to lose that angle.”
That was a good enough reason and he wrapped his hand around his erection. As he stroked upwards Kitayama cursed because of the way his body was tensing with pre-orgasmic waves.
Smiling slightly, he kept teasing and stroking himself and while it was pure torture, seeing Kitayama struggle because of his tensing body, made up to it.
Usually, he topped, so he wasn’t very used to the double ministration. It was a little weird but surprisingly nice to just lay back and let someone else take the lead for once.
“I…” He stroked himself more frantically as he felt the pleasure pool in his lower half. He was feeling hot all over and a few seconds later he spilled over his own fingers. Panting, he looked up at Kitayama who had stopped moving and watched curiously his face.
“You really have a different face when you hit orgasm. Can I finish though?”
How considerate the other was.
“Sure, go ahead.” Fujigaya laid back comfortably as Kitayama adjusted his grip on his hips and rolled into him. The older one had to really like doing that. He felt himself twitch from his still fresh orgasm and Kitayama sighed pleased.
The other wasn’t far and soon he could feel Kitayama jerk inside him as his orgasm washed over him.
“Damn, this is certainly worth being active before eight o’clock.”
“It’s my first-rate Fujigaya-butt after all.”
Kitayama chuckled and pulled out of him slowly and a little tired. It was still way too early for him. The older one sat back on his heels as he carefully tugged off the condom and wrapped it into a tissue to throw it away later. Fujigaya couldn’t help but stare at these flushed cheeks. They were attracting him to an extent that it started to worry him.
“Don’t you have filming by the way?” Fujigaya remembered the other’s drama.
“Since I am only a side character I have till 2pm.”
That was nice.
He hummed and curled on his side. Or more like that was the plan.
“Oww, my butt! You made me sore.”
“I should have betted you would be whining.”
Wait…betted?
“Oh…shit!” Fujigaya sprung up and tugged at his hair wildly. How could he have forgotten?
“Err…okay, usually people don’t become insane after I fucked them…but okay…” Kitayama said with an unimpressed face as he watched him.
“You fucked me!”
“I am glad you noticed.”
Fujigaya slumped back on the bed and hung his head.
“You fucked me.”
“You are starting to worry me.” The older one moved closer to him and hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder.
“I lost.”
Kitayama frowned at that.
“You lost what?”
Fujigaya leaned over the edge of the bed and searched around in his trouser pocket till he found what he had been looking for. He scrolled through his phone and then held it under Kitayama’s nose.
Don’t get swayed! Or Tamamori will be a lot richer. Just don’t.
“Do I need to understand this?” Kitayama asked after reading the three sentences thrice and being as clueless as before.
“It’s a memo to myself to not have sex with you. And I totally forgot about it!”
“You write memos to not have sex with me?” Kitayama asked him amused.
“Would you please not laugh? This is serious.”
“Wait, why will Tamamori be a lot richer if you sleep with me?” Kitayama asked him and there was already a grin playing in the corner of the older one’s mouth.
With a groan, Fujigaya dropped back on his back and rolled to his side as his butt protested. Immediately, Kitayama snuggled up to him and he could almost hear him inwardly giggle.
“Don’t tell me you betted with Tamamori you would never have sex with me?” The other was surprisingly sharp for such an early hour.
“Not only with Tamamori, all of Kisumai started betting and well, I just couldn’t let it pass like that. Now we all own Tamamori 1000 yen since he is the one who said you would fuck me on the day.” Fujigaya buried his face in the pillow and now Kitayama was chuckling so that he could hear and feel it.
“I guess you really lost that bet.”
“I hate life.”
“Don’t be so melodramatic.” Kitayama said and Fujigaya could hear the smugness in his voice. Of course, Kitayama would be proud to have moved past his defences and resolutions. The other snuggled up to him some more.
“You are cuddlier than any girl I had.”
“I am just not shy.” The older one deadpanned and was most probably even right.
Fujigaya sighed and while he thought about how to hide the fact that he had sex with Kitayama, the other dozed off on his shoulder.
Maybe he should just act like nothing happened? Only Kitayama could tell when he lied through his teeth anyway.
That might be the best way to go about it.
He let the other sleep because Kitayama was crappy when woken up and he knew from himself that during drama filming, sleep was holy.
Eventually, Kitayama stirred awake again.
“You fucked me to the rhythm of ‘Good Night’.”
The older one had slept for good an hour and had given him some time to think.
“Most of our other songs are too fast for the morning.” Kitayama mumbled and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
“You seriously fuck people to Kisumai songs?”
“I have trouble keeping a proper rhythm without a song in mind.” Kitayama stretched and moved off his shoulder.
“That’s…”
”Genius, I know.” The other winked and got up.
“Creepy…”
”Stop complaining, because I know you enjoyed it and now get showered. You have a photo shoot later, don’t you?”
“What are you? My manager?”
“Nope, I don’t need to look into your schedule to know.” Kitayama said while he stuck his head into his closet to hunt for some clothes.
“Do I want to know why you know my schedule?”
“I am your unannounced leader, idiot.” Kitayama turned around and frowned. “You are still in bed?”
Fujigaya pouted. His butt was sore.
“I am sore.”
“Go shower. I will go with you to work.”
“Why?” Fujigaya asked confused and was getting a bad feeling.
“As if I would want to miss out on the money exchange.”
Fujigaya made a suffering face.
“Can’t we keep it a secret?”
”Gambling debts are debts of honour.” Was all Kitayama said and then pulled the blanket off him.
“Hey…”
“Get moving.”
”Fine then, carry me?” He reached out towards Kitayama and made a decisive face. If he annoyed the other enough, maybe he wouldn’t want to spend more time with him and wouldn’t accompany him.
“How spoiled are you?”
“A lot.”
Kitayama rolled his eyes and then grabbed him by the arms and then waist. The other threw him over his shoulder like he was a potato sack.
“Hey!”
As reply a hand slapped his butt gently and he pouted. That was not what he had in mind. What he even less had in mind was for Kitayama to join him in the shower. The other moved around like it was his place, which it basically was, but still, Fujigaya was showering.
Kitayama poked his butt from time to time to see him jump and splutter.
“Could you stop that?”
“But it is fun. Moreover, you made me carry you.”
“Oh please, are your muscles for show?” Fujigaya frowned after saying that sentence since yes, that was what they were for mostly. “I know my butt is damn awesome, but if you want to paw a butt that badly, use your own.”
”What’s the fun with that? Paw me too if you want to.” Kitayama shrugged and pushed him out of the water jet to get under it himself.
Fujigaya pondered that. Fine then, if Kitayama wanted it that way.
He pawed the other all over.
They got each other off another time through their groping and Fujigaya was starting to wonder what he had gotten himself into and most of all why the hell he was enjoying it so much. Kitayama then dragged him into the kitchen to get a quick breakfast. The other shoved him afterwards in his car and he doubted there was a way to somehow get away.
“No one needs to know about our sex-life, you know?” He tried as Kitayama steered them on the streets.
“Aw, you are shy?” The older one said and grinned to himself.
“As if…” Fujigaya grumbled and tried to find some good arguments to support his case.
“Do you really want everyone to know that we fucked? It’s going to be one hell of a rumour.”
“Everyone in the Jimusho fucks or has fucked a band member or two. What’s the big deal?” Kitayama shrugged his best argument off as if it was nothing.
“But you wouldn’t want to be seen as one of many, would you? I have slept with a lot of people.”
“And how many of those topped you? You can try to tell me a lot, but you certainly don’t do this regularly. Your ass was really tight the first time.”
Arguing with Kitayama was a real pain.
“I just get tight very fast.” He mumbled and hoped that for once his lie would not be discovered that fast.
Kitayama scoffed and rolled his eyes. Okay, so much about that. It had been worth a try.
Fujigaya tormented his bottom lip while trying to come up with another good argument. He was thinking so hard that he was startled when Kitayama parked the car.
“We are already here?”
“Ready for your doom?” The other asked jokingly and Fujigaya shoved him angrily. All Kitayama did was laugh.
“I hate you.” Fujigaya grumbled and then got out of the car angrily, but he didn’t get far. As soon as he stood upright, he abruptly stopped in his tracks and his legs suddenly didn’t want to move forward anymore.
Now, he scolded himself for his stupidity. If he had not wanted to have sex with Kitayama so badly, he wouldn’t have to go through this now. Then all this wouldn't have happened, but it did and now his legs were shaking like he was about to jump off a building.
There was warmth against his back and a slightly smaller hand wrapped fingers around his and squeezed gently.
“It’s just our Kis-My-Ft2. Our crazy Kisumai. They will think nothing of it.”
Of course it was only Kisumai, but he had always made such a big deal out of keeping a distance of Kitayama and now…
With a sigh, he nodded and continued walking towards the building.
They were going to tease him and make some jokes on his expenses, but Kitayama was right. They were his friends.
“Kitamitsu? What are you doing here?” Senga greeted them surprised.
“Just something.” Was Kitayama’s plain reply and Fujigaya walked into the room with his head held high. He was going to go down with this ship, but at least not with the tail between his legs.
He put his bag down and as he stood back up, Kitayama causally propped an arm up on his shoulder.
“Gambling debts are debts of honour.”
Five heads snapped in their direction.
“You are such an….” Fujigaya left the insult unfinished.
“I know, I know.” Kitayama drawled.
“Wait, does that mean…I won?” Tamamori shrieked.
“Oh…” Miyata’s mouth fell open surprised.
“You had sex?” Senga asked astonished. “That was indeed fast.”
“I told you so.” Tamamori said triumphant.
“As if. You were surprised yourself just now.” Nikaido pointed out. “But well, when Fujigaya wants it badly, things happen fast, I guess.” There was an agreeing mumble all around and Fujigaya clenched his fists.
“I am not that bad.”
”So you are saying...” Miyata said tauntingly “That you are only bad when it’s about Hiromitsu?”
Fujigaya spluttered embarrassed and shook Kitayama off hurriedly.
“Aww, that’s kind of cute.” Senga cooed and handed his money over to Tamamori, who grinned broadly and held his hands open.
Grumbling, Fujigaya got out his money as well and handed it to an overly smug Tamamori.
“We could bet more often.” The winner said dreamily and fanned himself with the banknotes.
“No, thank you very much.” Fujigaya said sarcastically.
“Oh don’t worry. There is not much to bet with you anymore. All we could bet about would be that you are going to be with Kitayama forever. What is the use to that? We will never get our money since forever will never come.” Nikaido shrugged his shoulders.
“I won’t!”
“You said that last time as well.” Yokoo winked at Fujigaya and the younger one growled.
“So, after I made sure that all debts are rightfully paid, I will leave for work.” Kitayama said while stretching lazily.
“Yeah, leave.” Fujigaya mumbled and sat down to nurse his bruised pride.
Kitayama waved and he was almost out of the door as he leaned back in.
“Oh and Taisuke, come by tonight. I am in the mood for ‘Fire Beat’ and not only ‘Good Night’.”
Fujigaya felt his face heat up rapidly at the implication.
“Do we need to understand this?” Senga asked confused.
“I doubt it.” Yokoo said nonchalantly.
Fujigaya bit his lips as he felt his skin prickle in excitement and a desperate throbbing between his legs. Damn that Kitayama, how was he supposed to work himself through the day now?
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: If the boys were mine they would be married. Obviously, they are not *duhhhhh*
Beta: blursakana
Pairing(s): Kitafuji
Rating: NC-17
Genre: slight fluff, humour
Warnings: The rating I suppose
Summary: The problem with bets starts when you lose them.
Author Notes: This is a sequel to a drabble. It's the last one in this post. This doesn't make much sense without reading the drabble^^
Revenge is Sweet
Fujigaya rolled onto his side with eyes closed and sighed contently into his pillow. He had slept so well, which he hadn’t done in ages.
Having no stress because of drama filming was awesome and he felt like staying right where he was. Snuggling his pillow some more, he decided to enjoy this feeling of contentedness a little longer.
He thought back to his dream just now. In a cute looking café, he had eaten a chocolate cake. One piece after another, without having to care about his weight.
Wonderful!
He jerked slightly as an arm wrapped suddenly around his waist and there was warmth against his back and…wait what?
Please no, was that an erection poking his butt?
Now, he had to open his eyes after all. He frowned. This was not his room. It was actually a room he had never seen before. Not a hotel room, which was always good.
Now back to the problem at hand…or rather at butt.
He tried to move out of the embrace which only ended in him wiggling and that erection rubbing against his ass.
“Mhh…” Someone seemed rather content about his movements. Who was it?
The arm tightened around him and he couldn’t help but think that something about this was freakishly familiar.
“It’s been ages since I had a morning wood. You are good.” The voice was thick with sleep, but definitely familiar.
Relief flooded him. He was not in the home of some crazed stranger and had to flee before anything bad and career ruining happened.
“Kitayama.”
“Morning…” Was the sleepy reply and the other actually had the guts to move against him from behind.
“One might not think it, but you have a surprisingly nice ass.” Kitayama mumbled close to his ear as he nosed his neck and said ass was getting groped under the blanket.
“Of course it is awesome. It’s a first-rate Fujigaya-butt.”
”Oh, of course.” Kitayama agreed easily and Fujigaya wondered why the other wasn’t arguing more and pointing out the roundness of his own butt, till he felt a finger trace his butt crack.
“We had sex last night.” Fujigaya frowned. There was something nagging in the back of his mind.
“Oh yes, we did.” Kitayama purred. “And if you are in for it, we could do it again…like right now.”
A finger was gently prodding his hole and he found himself strangely sensitive and welcoming to the touch. Like a cat seeking attention, he moved into it and moaned.
“I take that as a yes.” Kitayama said contently and the finger left him for a few seconds, only to return coated in lube.
“Yes…”
The other worked deftly and he was almost ashamed how his still sleepy body opened willingly up for the other, but he didn’t want to tell the other to stop either. It felt surprisingly nice.
“You are still stretched from last night. How nice.” Kitayama mumbled into his back and he arched slightly.
The other kept stretching him while ghosting full lips along his nape till three fingers moved easily inside him and he moved his pelvis towards Kitayama in the hope he would touch him deeper. By now, the other wasn’t the only one anymore that was hard. His erection was already curving against his stomach and he came to the conclusion that he had to threaten Kitayama to never tell anyone how sensitive and willing he was in the morning.
The fingers left him, making him feel empty, but there was a promising crinkling noise of a condom being opened behind him and some movement.
“I’ll just take you from behind?”
Fujigaya pondered that question and while it would be so much easier like that, he rolled onto his back and pulled his thighs towards his chest.
“You want me to do that much work that early in the morning…seriously…” Kitayama grumbled but moved between his legs slowly after all.
“See it as workout.”
“I never work out that early. Take it as compliment for your butt I am fulfilling your request.”
It was probably not the right time to think that, but Kitayama looked incredibly cute how he tried to somehow manoeuvred himself on top of him without falling and with his eyes only half open.
“How can you even think about sex still half asleep?”
“Sex is nice.” Was the plain reply and Kitayama managed to guide his cock to his hole and slowly pushed in.
His butt was a little sore, but not sore enough to tell Kitayama to stop. It felt almost comfortable how the other’s warm body was curling towards him. Kitayama placed his forehead against his chest and slightly adjusted their hips.
“Don’t expect mind-blowing action from my side.” The older one said while even going through the trouble to blink his eyes completely open.
“How dare I.” Fujigaya said jokingly and Kitayama grumbled before slowly rolling his hips.
Fujigaya gasped. Those hips were seriously not only for show. He spread his legs wider and sighed contently as Kitayama slipped a little deeper. Yes, right there. His back arched of the sheets and Kitayama splayed out his fingers right above his hipbone.
“How many people know you are that sensitive in the morning?” The older one purred and pushed into him anew.
“No one. You are the only one that horny at such an hour.” He pressed out as waves of pleasure were already rippling through his body. The other hadn’t done much moving but his nerves were already sending out signals of pleasure. Kitayama knew exactly where to brush against him inside, turning him into a moaning mess.
“How can they not with you in their bed?” Kitayama said and moaned right after as he tightened around the older one tightly. The compliment made his body even more willing.
At the moment, he was in no need for dirty and rough sex to feel awesome. Their rhythm was considerably slow but it gave him time to meet each thrust with a hip roll of his own and Kitayama was sure to brush his sweet spot with each thrust.
His hands were balled to fists lying next to his head as he enjoyed Kitayama being surprisingly awesome.
“Touch yourself, if you don’t want me to lose that angle.”
That was a good enough reason and he wrapped his hand around his erection. As he stroked upwards Kitayama cursed because of the way his body was tensing with pre-orgasmic waves.
Smiling slightly, he kept teasing and stroking himself and while it was pure torture, seeing Kitayama struggle because of his tensing body, made up to it.
Usually, he topped, so he wasn’t very used to the double ministration. It was a little weird but surprisingly nice to just lay back and let someone else take the lead for once.
“I…” He stroked himself more frantically as he felt the pleasure pool in his lower half. He was feeling hot all over and a few seconds later he spilled over his own fingers. Panting, he looked up at Kitayama who had stopped moving and watched curiously his face.
“You really have a different face when you hit orgasm. Can I finish though?”
How considerate the other was.
“Sure, go ahead.” Fujigaya laid back comfortably as Kitayama adjusted his grip on his hips and rolled into him. The older one had to really like doing that. He felt himself twitch from his still fresh orgasm and Kitayama sighed pleased.
The other wasn’t far and soon he could feel Kitayama jerk inside him as his orgasm washed over him.
“Damn, this is certainly worth being active before eight o’clock.”
“It’s my first-rate Fujigaya-butt after all.”
Kitayama chuckled and pulled out of him slowly and a little tired. It was still way too early for him. The older one sat back on his heels as he carefully tugged off the condom and wrapped it into a tissue to throw it away later. Fujigaya couldn’t help but stare at these flushed cheeks. They were attracting him to an extent that it started to worry him.
“Don’t you have filming by the way?” Fujigaya remembered the other’s drama.
“Since I am only a side character I have till 2pm.”
That was nice.
He hummed and curled on his side. Or more like that was the plan.
“Oww, my butt! You made me sore.”
“I should have betted you would be whining.”
Wait…betted?
“Oh…shit!” Fujigaya sprung up and tugged at his hair wildly. How could he have forgotten?
“Err…okay, usually people don’t become insane after I fucked them…but okay…” Kitayama said with an unimpressed face as he watched him.
“You fucked me!”
“I am glad you noticed.”
Fujigaya slumped back on the bed and hung his head.
“You fucked me.”
“You are starting to worry me.” The older one moved closer to him and hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder.
“I lost.”
Kitayama frowned at that.
“You lost what?”
Fujigaya leaned over the edge of the bed and searched around in his trouser pocket till he found what he had been looking for. He scrolled through his phone and then held it under Kitayama’s nose.
Don’t get swayed! Or Tamamori will be a lot richer. Just don’t.
“Do I need to understand this?” Kitayama asked after reading the three sentences thrice and being as clueless as before.
“It’s a memo to myself to not have sex with you. And I totally forgot about it!”
“You write memos to not have sex with me?” Kitayama asked him amused.
“Would you please not laugh? This is serious.”
“Wait, why will Tamamori be a lot richer if you sleep with me?” Kitayama asked him and there was already a grin playing in the corner of the older one’s mouth.
With a groan, Fujigaya dropped back on his back and rolled to his side as his butt protested. Immediately, Kitayama snuggled up to him and he could almost hear him inwardly giggle.
“Don’t tell me you betted with Tamamori you would never have sex with me?” The other was surprisingly sharp for such an early hour.
“Not only with Tamamori, all of Kisumai started betting and well, I just couldn’t let it pass like that. Now we all own Tamamori 1000 yen since he is the one who said you would fuck me on the day.” Fujigaya buried his face in the pillow and now Kitayama was chuckling so that he could hear and feel it.
“I guess you really lost that bet.”
“I hate life.”
“Don’t be so melodramatic.” Kitayama said and Fujigaya could hear the smugness in his voice. Of course, Kitayama would be proud to have moved past his defences and resolutions. The other snuggled up to him some more.
“You are cuddlier than any girl I had.”
“I am just not shy.” The older one deadpanned and was most probably even right.
Fujigaya sighed and while he thought about how to hide the fact that he had sex with Kitayama, the other dozed off on his shoulder.
Maybe he should just act like nothing happened? Only Kitayama could tell when he lied through his teeth anyway.
That might be the best way to go about it.
He let the other sleep because Kitayama was crappy when woken up and he knew from himself that during drama filming, sleep was holy.
Eventually, Kitayama stirred awake again.
“You fucked me to the rhythm of ‘Good Night’.”
The older one had slept for good an hour and had given him some time to think.
“Most of our other songs are too fast for the morning.” Kitayama mumbled and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
“You seriously fuck people to Kisumai songs?”
“I have trouble keeping a proper rhythm without a song in mind.” Kitayama stretched and moved off his shoulder.
“That’s…”
”Genius, I know.” The other winked and got up.
“Creepy…”
”Stop complaining, because I know you enjoyed it and now get showered. You have a photo shoot later, don’t you?”
“What are you? My manager?”
“Nope, I don’t need to look into your schedule to know.” Kitayama said while he stuck his head into his closet to hunt for some clothes.
“Do I want to know why you know my schedule?”
“I am your unannounced leader, idiot.” Kitayama turned around and frowned. “You are still in bed?”
Fujigaya pouted. His butt was sore.
“I am sore.”
“Go shower. I will go with you to work.”
“Why?” Fujigaya asked confused and was getting a bad feeling.
“As if I would want to miss out on the money exchange.”
Fujigaya made a suffering face.
“Can’t we keep it a secret?”
”Gambling debts are debts of honour.” Was all Kitayama said and then pulled the blanket off him.
“Hey…”
“Get moving.”
”Fine then, carry me?” He reached out towards Kitayama and made a decisive face. If he annoyed the other enough, maybe he wouldn’t want to spend more time with him and wouldn’t accompany him.
“How spoiled are you?”
“A lot.”
Kitayama rolled his eyes and then grabbed him by the arms and then waist. The other threw him over his shoulder like he was a potato sack.
“Hey!”
As reply a hand slapped his butt gently and he pouted. That was not what he had in mind. What he even less had in mind was for Kitayama to join him in the shower. The other moved around like it was his place, which it basically was, but still, Fujigaya was showering.
Kitayama poked his butt from time to time to see him jump and splutter.
“Could you stop that?”
“But it is fun. Moreover, you made me carry you.”
“Oh please, are your muscles for show?” Fujigaya frowned after saying that sentence since yes, that was what they were for mostly. “I know my butt is damn awesome, but if you want to paw a butt that badly, use your own.”
”What’s the fun with that? Paw me too if you want to.” Kitayama shrugged and pushed him out of the water jet to get under it himself.
Fujigaya pondered that. Fine then, if Kitayama wanted it that way.
He pawed the other all over.
They got each other off another time through their groping and Fujigaya was starting to wonder what he had gotten himself into and most of all why the hell he was enjoying it so much. Kitayama then dragged him into the kitchen to get a quick breakfast. The other shoved him afterwards in his car and he doubted there was a way to somehow get away.
“No one needs to know about our sex-life, you know?” He tried as Kitayama steered them on the streets.
“Aw, you are shy?” The older one said and grinned to himself.
“As if…” Fujigaya grumbled and tried to find some good arguments to support his case.
“Do you really want everyone to know that we fucked? It’s going to be one hell of a rumour.”
“Everyone in the Jimusho fucks or has fucked a band member or two. What’s the big deal?” Kitayama shrugged his best argument off as if it was nothing.
“But you wouldn’t want to be seen as one of many, would you? I have slept with a lot of people.”
“And how many of those topped you? You can try to tell me a lot, but you certainly don’t do this regularly. Your ass was really tight the first time.”
Arguing with Kitayama was a real pain.
“I just get tight very fast.” He mumbled and hoped that for once his lie would not be discovered that fast.
Kitayama scoffed and rolled his eyes. Okay, so much about that. It had been worth a try.
Fujigaya tormented his bottom lip while trying to come up with another good argument. He was thinking so hard that he was startled when Kitayama parked the car.
“We are already here?”
“Ready for your doom?” The other asked jokingly and Fujigaya shoved him angrily. All Kitayama did was laugh.
“I hate you.” Fujigaya grumbled and then got out of the car angrily, but he didn’t get far. As soon as he stood upright, he abruptly stopped in his tracks and his legs suddenly didn’t want to move forward anymore.
Now, he scolded himself for his stupidity. If he had not wanted to have sex with Kitayama so badly, he wouldn’t have to go through this now. Then all this wouldn't have happened, but it did and now his legs were shaking like he was about to jump off a building.
There was warmth against his back and a slightly smaller hand wrapped fingers around his and squeezed gently.
“It’s just our Kis-My-Ft2. Our crazy Kisumai. They will think nothing of it.”
Of course it was only Kisumai, but he had always made such a big deal out of keeping a distance of Kitayama and now…
With a sigh, he nodded and continued walking towards the building.
They were going to tease him and make some jokes on his expenses, but Kitayama was right. They were his friends.
“Kitamitsu? What are you doing here?” Senga greeted them surprised.
“Just something.” Was Kitayama’s plain reply and Fujigaya walked into the room with his head held high. He was going to go down with this ship, but at least not with the tail between his legs.
He put his bag down and as he stood back up, Kitayama causally propped an arm up on his shoulder.
“Gambling debts are debts of honour.”
Five heads snapped in their direction.
“You are such an….” Fujigaya left the insult unfinished.
“I know, I know.” Kitayama drawled.
“Wait, does that mean…I won?” Tamamori shrieked.
“Oh…” Miyata’s mouth fell open surprised.
“You had sex?” Senga asked astonished. “That was indeed fast.”
“I told you so.” Tamamori said triumphant.
“As if. You were surprised yourself just now.” Nikaido pointed out. “But well, when Fujigaya wants it badly, things happen fast, I guess.” There was an agreeing mumble all around and Fujigaya clenched his fists.
“I am not that bad.”
”So you are saying...” Miyata said tauntingly “That you are only bad when it’s about Hiromitsu?”
Fujigaya spluttered embarrassed and shook Kitayama off hurriedly.
“Aww, that’s kind of cute.” Senga cooed and handed his money over to Tamamori, who grinned broadly and held his hands open.
Grumbling, Fujigaya got out his money as well and handed it to an overly smug Tamamori.
“We could bet more often.” The winner said dreamily and fanned himself with the banknotes.
“No, thank you very much.” Fujigaya said sarcastically.
“Oh don’t worry. There is not much to bet with you anymore. All we could bet about would be that you are going to be with Kitayama forever. What is the use to that? We will never get our money since forever will never come.” Nikaido shrugged his shoulders.
“I won’t!”
“You said that last time as well.” Yokoo winked at Fujigaya and the younger one growled.
“So, after I made sure that all debts are rightfully paid, I will leave for work.” Kitayama said while stretching lazily.
“Yeah, leave.” Fujigaya mumbled and sat down to nurse his bruised pride.
Kitayama waved and he was almost out of the door as he leaned back in.
“Oh and Taisuke, come by tonight. I am in the mood for ‘Fire Beat’ and not only ‘Good Night’.”
Fujigaya felt his face heat up rapidly at the implication.
“Do we need to understand this?” Senga asked confused.
“I doubt it.” Yokoo said nonchalantly.
Fujigaya bit his lips as he felt his skin prickle in excitement and a desperate throbbing between his legs. Damn that Kitayama, how was he supposed to work himself through the day now?