Fanfic: Liar (Part 1)

[yume16]

Title: Liar
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: The people aren't mine (obviously) and the story is purely fictional.
Beta: I wouldn't force that on anyone. I know she wouldn't say no.
Pairing(s): KitaFuji, FujigayaXOC, YokoFuji
Rating: NC-17
Genre: angst
Warnings: un-betaed,  non-con
Summary: Fujigaya wants sex and only that.
Author Notes: It was quite a sobbering night when some women told me about their boyfriends. Many things they described I consider non-con, but they think it is perfectly alright. This has really bothered me. Because where is the border? This fic is on this border, so I am asking people who find this tiggering, to not read my fic. Thank you.


Liar
"It is only right if I do it."
"And why?" Kitayama asked annoyed while unlocking his front door.
"I am tall." Fujigaya shrugged his shoulders and followed Kitayama inside.
"That is not a reason." Kitayama said sourly and kicked off his shoes.
"Of course it is!"
"Fine then, I am stronger." Kitayama said and they went to his bedroom.
"Being taller is worth more." Fujigaya said and pulled his shirt over his head.
"Who says so?" Kitayama asked and undressed as well. In mere seconds, they were standing opposite each other, both naked and with crossed arms.
"A lot of people." Fujigaya answered, but he looked to the left. Kitayama didn't even need to try to notice his lying.
"Yeah right." The older one said sarcastically and rolled his eyes.
"Oh, who cares who says so. I say so." Kitayama could see that the other was trying to not stomp his foot.  Now that was very grown up.
"And I say differently." Kitayama said simply and moved towards Fujigaya.
"Oh no, stay away from me, you are not going to get what you want like that." Fujigaya took a step back, but because his calf hit the bed, he swayed for a second.
"Are you sure?" Kitayama purred and lifted his hands to the height of Fujigaya's shoulders.
"Don't you dare!" Fujigaya's eyes got small and he glared at him.
"I guess I dare." Kitayama said and pushed strongly at Fujigaya's shoulders. The other flailed his arms, but couldn't stop himself from falling on the bed with a thud.
Fujigaya growled and Kitayama stood in front of the bed with his head tilted.
"You look kind of good on the bed sprawled out like that." The older one commented.
"You wish." Fujigaya said and already wanted to get up again, but Kitayama pounced on top of him.
"I top."
"Oh no, you won't. I top!" Fujigaya wriggled and tried to throw the other off.
"I am a much better top." Kitayama argued while he tried to prevent Fujigaya from rolling them over.
"As if! I am way greater than you are." Fujigaya used all his strength, but Kitayama had better leverage and was stronger. He needed to come up with something.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Fujigaya screamed loudly and pointed past Kitayama's shoulder.
Confused, the other turned his head and Fujigaya made use of his distraction to shove him off and climb on top of him.
"I can't believe it." Kitayama grumbled as Fujigaya sat on his back. The younger one reached behind himself and squeezed Kitayama's best asset.
"Don't even think about it."
"Too late~" Fujigaya said in a sing-song voice. That was some great meat he held there in his hands and very squeezable.
"Hm, what a nice ass."
"Very great indeed, but not open for business." Kitayama commented.
Fujigaya grinned as Kitayama wiggled below him unsuccessfully.
"Oh, don't worry. There is something that can be done against that." Fujigaya said smugly and reached for the lube that was lying somewhere between the pillows.
A bad move, he noticed only seconds later since Kitayama used that moment to flip the tables again and Fujigaya found himself on his tummy. He growled into the mattress.
"Seriously, you should know better." Kitayama purred while sitting on his ass and pressing Fujigaya's hands to the mattress.
"Maybe, but you won't be able to fuck me without lube either."
"Stop being such a smartass." Kitayama grumbled while thinking hard.
Fujigaya grinned into the sheets and waited for his moment to attack anew. He didn't waste any strength with struggling when he knew Kitayama had him rendered motionless. He would need all the strength he had if he wanted to stand the slightest chance.
"I know you want it." Kitayama changed his strategy and leaned forward so that he could lick the other's back.
Fujigaya shuddered involuntary.
 "No, I don't."
"Are you sure?" Kitayama asked in his best bedroom voice and rubbed his hard and very tempting erection against Fujigaya's butt crack as good as he could in his position.
Fujigaya almost bit his lip bloody as he desperately fought to suppress a moan. Like hell, he was going to let Kitayama win like that.
Okay, it was about time to play dirty before he succumbed to Kitayama's rather impressive erection.
Fujigaya knew that if he moved the middle finger of his left hand in a certain way, his knuckle would crack and that rather loudly.
It was a little hard to do so with Kitayama holding down his wrists but it worked.
Kitayama immediately stilled on top of him.
"What was that?"
"Ahhh, my back. Ouch, it hurts!" Fujigaya wailed into the sheets and made further noises of pain.
"Taisuke?"
"Get off!" He hissed like he was dying.
Kitayama scrambled off him and gently placed a hand on his back.
"Where does it hurt? Maybe we have to go to the hospital."
Fujigaya imagined that in his head.
Sure, he would Kitayama let him carry in and then when asked by the nurses how it happened he would say: Well, I tried to have sex, but my lover's fat ass was too heavy.
Who would get faster red in the face because of embarrassment? Kitayama or the nurse?
"It hurts." Fujigaya made sobbing noises.
"Can you move?" Kitayama asked truly concerned and tried to help him up without putting further strain on his back.
That was his cue.
Fujigaya swung around full force and toppled Kitayama over. His shocked lover stared at him as Fujigaya straddled his abdomen.
"You are really cute when you worry like that." Fujigaya purred and stuck his tongue out. Kitayama was still dumbstruck.
"You are not hurt?" The older one asked finally.
"Nope, you ass might weight quite some, but I am not made out of glass. I mean, seriously."
Kitayama growled at him.
"You look like an angry Chihuahua." Okay, Fujigaya might get a little mean here, but he had managed to throw Kitayama off twice already. Twice! That was his personal best and for celebratory reasons justified some smugness.
"Careful kitten with your claws." Kitayama hissed and his eyes formed to slits. Fujigaya swallowed. It seemed like the real fight was on. Kitayama hardly ever called him pet names, even less kitten.
Fujigaya had been right.
What followed was close to a fistfight. They tore and tugged and Fujigaya even felt a hard bit at his earlobe.
Kitayama pushed at Fujigaya and the other pulled and it had to come the way it came. They tumbled on the floor.
"Shit! Taisuke? Are you okay?" Kitayama asked anew concerned.
Fujigaya groaned, but had to admit the damn, and in his opinion disgusting, plush carpet in front of Kitayama's bed had caught most of his fall.
"I have half a teddy bear in my mouth."
"Oh stop complaining. The carpet is genius."  Kitayama pushed hands under his shoulders to pull him up, but suddenly the other stilled and then reversed his movement. Instead of pulling him up, Kitayama pushed him down.
"Let's do it here."
"What? Sex? On this disgusting rug? No way in hell. Who knows what is living in that thing."
Fujigaya tried to get up, but Kitayama had strategically placed a hand on the small of his back so that he couldn't get up.
"Kitayama Hiromitsu!" Fujigaya said in his most threatening voice. The one that had once made Senga cry even though it had not been directed at him and well, they hadn't even been standing close to each other.
But of course, Kitayama Hiromitsu wouldn't be Kitayama Hiromitsu if he wasn't immune to any weapon Fujigaya Taisuke had developed over the years. As answer he simply moved fast and stuck a finger up Fujigaya's ass. Kitayama had obviously been more successful at finding the lube than he had been earlier.
The younger one hissed and then screeched as he realized that he had accidentally bitten into the most disgusting rug in the whole world to muffle himself.
"I need to bleach my mouth!"
"Stop getting all tensed up. I only cleaned this carpet two days ago throughout." Kitayama said and poked his finger deeper.
Fujigaya knew the other good enough to know Kitayama was warning him. If he didn't want to be unnecessarily sore tomorrow, he should relax and stop complaining.
With as much dignity as Fujigaya had left in the position, he scoffed and then spread his legs further because it did burn slightly.
"Now that is a good boy."
"Don't get all cocky. I will make you pay. Well, eventually that is."
Kitayama hummed in understanding and since he knew, Fujigaya couldn't move much with fingers prodding his hole, he moved the hand from the other's back and used it to squeeze Fujigaya's ass.
Fujigaya moaned.
"I want you." Kitayama leaned forward so that he could nose the other's back.
"Of course you do."
"That would have been the moment where you say, I want you, too. You missed your cue."
"Never saw the script." Fujigaya said and grinned to himself. It was great to be the annoying bottom, because he knew Kitayama wanted him badly and he could be as smug as he wanted.
"Why am I even doing this?" Kitayama groaned.
"Because I am awesomely hot and no one else can compare." Wasn't he kind that he reminded Kitayama?
Okay, Fujigaya might have overdone it.
Within the next second he was writhing on that damn rug.
"You forgot something important, didn't you?" Kitayama asked sweetly while he pressed with the tip of his middle finger unerringly against his prostate and all Fujigaya could do was clutch fake fur in his hands and moan like his life depended on it.
"You shouldn't be overly smug if the other person is able to reach your weak spot, or well sweet spot." Kitayama giggled at his own bad joke while watching Fujigaya loose it more and more. "I know exactly where it is." The older one said in a sing-song voice.
Fujigaya cursed the other to hell.
Not for long though, because Kitayama knew him really, really well. It took the other only a few seconds to have him writhing and begging for release.
"I always wonder why I have to remind you how much you love this." Kitayama mused.
If Fujigaya had the breath to talk, he would have told Kitayama he just wanted to be a pain in the ass, but then again, Kitayama didn't necessarily need to know this, now did he?
Because if he was honest with himself, he really loved this. It had been a shock at first when he had such a strong orgasm through someone doing rather weird things with his butt, but it was only fair when Kitayama had to work for it, wasn't it? Kitayama was overly lazy anyway. It was in his best interest if Fujigaya spurred him into action once in a while. Moreover, the more Kitayama had to work for his ass, the more the other wanted to impress him with his performance. It was all part of a plan that ultimately led to awesome sex. He was a genius after all.
Kitayama pressed another finger into him and Fujigaya groaned. By now, he was hard and he hated and loved at the same time that Kitayama never lost track of that one special spot. The older one moved his fingers against it in a circular motion and noises between moans, whines and mewling spilled over his lips. Just to tease him Kitayama slowed down the circling.
"Ass." Fujigaya panted.
"Look like you don't like it and I will stop." Kitayama said lightly. Of course, the other chose that moment to massage his sweet spot with special care.
"Fuck, yes, no, bastard."
"You have already spoken better Japanese." Kitayama commented lightly and then leant forward to ghost lips over his back because he knew how that always drove him crazy. The older one didn't have a problem to press another finger into him by how aroused he was.
Fujigaya was close to sobbing. It was too much, too good and too overwhelming.
"Kita..."
"The magic word, Taisuke, the magic word." The other reminded him and suckled at his nape.
"Please." He pressed out unwillingly.
Kitayama chuckled.
"The other one."
Fujigaya bit the inside of his cheek while Kitayama slowly finger-fucked him.
"I can keep that up the whole night, believe me, but I doubt you can hold out that long."
"Fuck." Fujigaya clutched onto the fur so hard his knuckles turned white.
"That we will do if you get it over your lips." Kitayama said and nosed his ear. By now, he was sensitive everywhere and he shuddered.
"Come on, it is not that hard. Well, at least not as hard as you are."
Kitayama and his stupid word plays.
"Hiromitsu." Fujigaya pressed out and hid his face in the fur.
"It is not that tough, now is it?" Kitayama said gently now that he had gotten what he wanted. The older one pulled his fingers out, but of course not before rubbing against his sweet spot one last time. Already totally aroused, Fujigaya tried to get on his knees to turn around, but Kitayama placed a hand on his back.
"Let's try it like this? I heard it feels good for the bottom."
"Like this?" Fujigaya asked confused. What did the older one have in mind?
"Yeah." Kitayama lifted the younger one's hips slightly off the carpet and placed a pillow under them.
"What do you plan?" Fujigaya had an inkling, but he wasn't sure whether he was up for it. So far Kitayama had never taken him from behind. He preferred to see what was going on and to know what to expect. His aroused mind cleared slightly at the prospect of something unexpected.
"Hiromitsu?" He asked uncertainly as he felt the other's warmth over him.
"You don't like it?" His lover kneeled over him and leant down to nose his back.
"It's unexpected." Fujigaya said slowly as he wasn't sure how to put it.
"We can't do it if you don't trust me." Kitayama said matter-of-factly.
Trust. Oh, how he always hated it. He almost groaned at the word. Kitayama had the tendency to emphasis trust more than he did. Sure, it wasn't unimportant, but for Kitayama it seemed to be the basis of a relationship and more often than not their ideals clashed. His basis was awesome sex and he knew Kitayama was capable of providing it.
Maybe he could dodge it.
"This doesn't have anything to do with trust." Even as he was saying it, he felt it would be tough to support his argument.
"You don't think that this is about trusting me to not put you in a hurtful or uncomfortable position?"
Damn.
"It's just like how people don't want to walk around with a blindfold because they are scared to run into things. It is about not being able to see what happens."
"And what if the blindfolded person is taken by the hand by someone and guided? If the person is safe like that?"
"And where is the guarantee the person will be truly safe?" By now, Fujigaya had his head probed up on his arms and only the slightest bit of arousal was still lingering. They had boarded a topic they would never agree on and sex usually got postponed because neither of them was in the mood anymore. It was an utterly frustrating topic for the both of them and they had already many times discussed it and always turned in circles. Fujigaya expected a rebuttal from Kitayama, but when it didn't come, he frowned.
Instead, the other seemed to move. Fujigaya sat up and found Kitayama sitting on the edge of the bed. The older one sent him a small smile but it didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Come here?" Kitayama reached out towards him and Fujigaya let him pull him close. He was quite apprehensive though. This wasn't the Kitayama he was so used to.
He got pulled on the bed and Kitayama dragged them together on the middle of the mattress. Fujigaya frowned. He couldn't predict Kitayama and that really made him uneasy. It was unusual.
The older one pushed his chin up slightly and kissed him on the mouth.
He couldn't really place the kiss. It was neither loving nor passionate. What was going on? Kitayama lowered himself on him and moved a hand down his side to rest on his hip. When the older one reached for his thigh, Fujigaya pulled out of the kiss.
"I am not in the mood anymore."
Kitayama pursed his lips.
"Okay." Without further words, Kitayama rolled off his body and settled next to him.
Fujigaya stared at the ceiling even long after Kitayama's breathing had evened out. When he had said that he wasn't in the mood anymore, it had been the truth, but that hadn't been really it. He had felt uncomfortable because he hadn't been able to read the other anymore. Why had Kitayama initiated sex when there had been no passion?  When they both were discontent with each other?
He couldn't understand the other.

The next morning the bed was already empty when Fujigaya woke up. It was unusual, but occasionally it happened so he just shrugged his shoulders and got up.
Kitayama seemed to be already bustling around in the flat.
"Do you have any dark shirts that need to be washed?" The older one asked while picking up clothes that were lying over a chair.
"Yeah, this one."
Fujigaya frowned. Maybe, he had to acknowledge that something was wrong after all. Whether he wanted it or not, usually, Kitayama kissed him in the morning before they did anything else.
Oh well, he wasn't the morning-kiss type anyway. Making some breakfast, Fujigaya started his day. Kitayama's moods normally blew over fast.

Apparently not this time. A month had passed and still "something" seemed to be off.
It wasn't like Kitayama ignored him. No, not at all. They talked over dinner, watched TV together and even had sex.
But when they talked over dinner it was always about work and while it usually was like that, sometimes they had used to talk about more personal things as well. That just didn't happen anymore. When they watched TV they did it together, but Kitayama didn't try to annoy him anymore and drag his head into his lap so that the older one could play with his hair. But the biggest changes definitely had happened in the bedroom. Kitayama held him and took him from the front like he preferred it, but there weren't any fights for dominance anymore and while Fujigaya enjoyed it to be in charge and to give Kitayama a good ride, it just didn't add up in his head. It wasn't what he was used to. He wanted Kitayama to fight him, he wanted the other to coax him into giving in, and he wanted the burning passion.
He got none of that. The sex was nice, but not great.

Slightly sweaty from their last sex, Fujigaya rolled on his side as Kitayama's breathing evened out next to him. He waited, but it didn't happen. The two arms that usually dragged him into an unwanted embrace didn't come. Thinking back, he hadn't slept in Kitayama's arms in weeks.
He had to face it. Kitayama's mood didn't blow over. The other seemed to be angry or sulking. It seemed like they would have one of their fights. Hopefully, they would have steamy make up sex right afterwards.

They came back from work and Fujigaya sat down on the couch and waited. Eventually, Kitayama joined him. The older one had his legs slightly spread and his intertwined fingers lay relaxed in his lap. His head was lowered and he seemed to look at his hands.
"What is bothering you?" Fujigaya finally asked.
"Bothering me?"
"Yes, you."
"Nothing in particular." Kitayama answered and Fujigaya rolled his eyes.
"Nothing? Are you serious, because you have been sulking for weeks."
"I am not sulking." Kitayama said and looked at him. The other's eyes were open and he seemed to say the truth.
"Why are you acting that differently then?" Fujigaya frowned confused.
"That's how you want it, isn't it?" Kitayama answered and suddenly looked resigned.
"How I want it?"
"Just sex."
Fujigaya couldn't really argue that point. Kitayama had stopped to do a lot of things he had always considered annoying.
"The sex changed as well, though." He finally said.
Kitayama shrugged his shoulders.
"Maybe, I have been just tired."
"Why all of the sudden? We have fought over sex and trust before." Fujigaya said and referred to their last argument weeks ago when he hadn't wanted to be taken from behind.
"I just noticed I was ridiculous." Kitayama leaned back more in the couch and let his head fall on the backrest.
"What do you mean?"
"I pretended that it would change. That you would eventually want the same things as I do from our relationship. I thought it would become more than just sex after some time, that you would get used to me and maybe even attached. It was silly of me."
Fujigaya had to think about that.
"I told you from the start I wasn't looking for anything else than a causal relationship with sex."
"I know. I was at fault."
Fujigaya tilted his head thoughtfully. And now?
"So, what do we do now?" Was Kitayama okay with just sex or not?
"It might be for the best if we call it quits before it gets awkward or anything. I don't think it works out for either of us."
Break up? Kitayama was breaking up with him? Okay, he had to admit he was slightly surprised. They had had ugly fights before, but they had never approached the topic of break up. Kitayama had to be serious.
"Okay." He simply said and Kitayama nodded. Like that, it was decided.
Grabbing his most important stuff, Fujigaya left. The flat was Kitayama's even though they had shared the rent and he was going to return to his parents' house.
His mother welcomed him warmly and his brothers pounced on him. It was a little weird nevertheless when he entered his old room and he looked at the single twin bed.
Well, it wasn't his first break up and while Kitayama had been quite exceptional in bed, he was going to find someone else soon enough. One of the peaks of being an idol with a pretty face.

Time passed quickly enough and while it was slightly awkward at work, they did it professionally. It didn't take more than a week for them to discuss calmly group matters that needed to be taken care of and Kitayama talked with him like with any other band mate. It made him slightly unhappy that their break up seemed to not truly bother Kitayama, but then again, it was just his pride and it was better like that anyway.
"Hey Watta, are you busy later?" He batted eyes at his best friend.
"Sure, want to come over?" Yokoo grinned and Fujigaya nodded.

Several hours later, Fujigaya brushed sweaty bangs out of his eyes and rolled on his back. The mattress next to him moved and Yokoo got up.
The older one re-entered the room only seconds later with a water bottle in his hands.
"I am surprised. That relationship of yours lasted longer than I predicted."
"Missed me?" Fujigaya asked and pretended to be coy. Yokoo only laughed and didn't buy the act.
"I just wonder who it was that satisfied you for that long."
"No one special." Fujigaya said and rolled on his side so that his back was facing towards Yokoo. He really didn't want to talk about it.
"So, it was serious." Yokoo said eventually.
"No, it was not. The break up was long overdue."
"Okay." The mattress dipped behind him and a hand moved under the blanket and ranked up his naked thigh. Yokoo's fingers were less callous than Kitayama's. It didn't make him shiver as much.
"Round two?" Murmured the familiar voice of his friend into his ear and Fujigaya let himself get pushed into the pillows.

Fujigaya stirred awake sore and tired. Yokoo had rolled away after their second round and seemed to be soundly asleep. Fujigaya got up and picked up his clothes. He had never slept well in other peoples' beds, so he decided to go home. His best friend knew he would be gone in the morning. Sometimes Yokoo and he had a quickie if both of them weren't in a relationship. They didn't find each other appealing enough for it to work permanently though. Fujigaya was lacking the breasts and Yokoo the passion.
It was sex nevertheless.
He would have to find himself a boyfriend soon, Fujigaya mused. One might think that for someone like him one-night stands would be better, but they were too much work for someone with his sex drive for just one night. Moreover, there would be more people he had to worry about taking pictures of him asleep and he couldn't stick close to prevent it from happening. It was really troublesome.

Fujigaya met him in a bar. They both were sitting at the counter a few chairs apart and the other had caught him staring. He was good-looking, black hair and a handsome face. The stranger sent him a smile and Fujigaya tilted his head slightly in his direction. A few hours later and several drinks drowned, they were sitting next to each other.
A hand caressed Fujigaya's thigh under the table and his lips stretched into a lazy smile.
"I don't do one-night stands." Fujigaya murmured and looked at the man over the rim of his glass. The left corner of the other's mouth tugged upwards and the hand moved further up his thigh.
"I wouldn't mind fucking you more than once."
Not romantic, not flowery, not more.
They would work well enough, Fujigaya figured and let the other guide him to the toilets. It was fast and dirty. Fujigaya preferred soft hygienic places, but who was he to be picky? The guy, whose name he didn't even know yet, had hoisted him up against the wall and given him exactly what he wanted. Sex.
"My name is Eiji." The man told him later. They were sitting in his car and presumably driving to his flat.
"Taisuke." Fujigaya answered.
"It will be my pleasure." There was a glint in the other's eyes and Fujigaya noted that he really wouldn't have to fear any attachment to him. They both wanted the same from each other.
It happened again right after they had reached the other's flat. Fujigaya let the other dominate him again. Some years ago, he had figured out it was easier to let them believe they were in control and he later took it from them bit by bit. Kitayama had been the only exception. Fujigaya had somehow tied the other to the bed at their first night when Kitayama had been half asleep and then rode him. There hadn't been any use to pretend. The other had known his character anyway.
His body ached unnaturally after their sex and Fujigaya rubbed his wrists. That was something they would have to discuss. He wasn't someone that got off on pain.
The night was restless for Fujigaya, but he didn't let it bother him. It usually took over a month before he could somewhat sleep in a new boyfriend's bed. It would take some time.

"Don't hurt me." Fujigaya looked at the other over his mug as they were eating breakfast.
"What do you mean?" Eiji smiled and bit into his bread.
Fujigaya held up one of his bruised wrists.
"I mean that."
"Sorry, sorry."
"Don't do it again."
"I got it. I guess I lost control when I saw how gorgeous you are."
"Thank you." Fujigaya accepted the compliment. "Next time, it shouldn't take you by surprise anymore then."
"You aren't a meek one, are you?"
"No." Fujigaya figured he would make that clear from the start.
"I understand."

The next night, Fujigaya doubted Eiji had understood. He struggled against the other's strong grip on his wrists.
"Let go!" He demanded, but Eiji only pushed his tongue into his mouth to silence him.
Afterwards, Eiji rolled off him satisfied and sated.
"I told you to let me go." Fujigaya didn't move a muscle and stared up at the ceiling. There was a black smudge next to the lamp.
"If you weren't squirming so much, I wouldn't have to." Eiji simply said and rolled away from him further.
Fujigaya frowned. He wasn't at fault, was he?
"I didn't..." A slight snore made him shut up. Eiji wasn't listening to him.

The next morning his body truly ached.
"You need to get a hold on yourself." Fujigaya demanded as they stood in the bathroom. Eiji looked gorgeous with dripping hair and water droplets on a chest that would make almost every Johnny envious.
"You are so sexy."
Fujigaya stepped back as the other tried to embrace him. Eiji sighed annoyed.
"I get it. I'll control."
"I need to be unmarked for my job." With that Fujigaya turned and left for said job.

"Don't you look tired lately?" Yokoo asked him. Fujigaya smiled at his best friend reassuringly. He and Eiji were together for almost a month now and while Eiji still had trouble to control himself, they had settled into a routine. He would surely be able to sleep soon.
"I am fine."
"How is your new relationship?"
"The sex is quite passionate."
"Of course it would be." Yokoo said and rolled his eyes. Reassured, his best friend turned away from him to prevent Nikaido and Senga from putting a lighter in front of their deodorant and spraying it into the flame.

He had to do a photo shoot with Kitayama for their talk corner and the photographer kept gushing about how cute it would be if he placed his head on Kitayama's leg.
"Just a teeny-weeny second. Really short."
 Miffed, Fujigaya agreed.
Kitayama's thigh was warm and he noted that the other was still using the same washing powder.
 He was asked to close his eyes and they fell shut without him even doing it consciously.

His hair got petted gently and he stretched.
"I have never seen anyone fall that fast asleep."
Fujigaya snapped his eyes open and stared up at Kitayama. The other was looking down at him and still patting his hair. With horror, Fujigaya noted that he was sprawled all over Kitayama's lap with his hand inside the other's shirt.
He pulled it out hurriedly. How long did he sleep?
"You are not sleeping again." Kitayama said as if there hadn't been a hand pressed against his bare abdomen that certainly shouldn't have been there.
"I'll soon enough."
"That's bullshit. You shouldn't soon. You should now."
For Kitayama always everything was simple.
"I can't just do it." Fujigaya said and curled out of Kitayama's way too comfortable lap. It wasn't his place to rest anymore and they shouldn't go there anymore either.
"Taisuke, don't do things that are not good for you."
Fujigaya sat with his back to Kitayama and he almost jumped as a hand snaked around his waist and pulled him close.
"We aren't together anymore." He reminded Kitayama, but the other didn't pull back like he had expected.
"So?" His ex-lover only said and Fujigaya was tempted to curl back against Kitayama. He was just so incredibly tired. Instead, he pushed the other's hand from his body and stood up to be out of Kitayama's reach.
"It is none of your concern anymore what I do with myself." Fujigaya said and looked over his shoulder. He had to suppress a shudder when he saw the same weird look in Kitayama's eyes he had seen that one night that had changed everything.
It made him uneasy and he hurried away from Kitayama.

It made him jumpy and edgy to have been that close to Kitayama and even after half an hour of driving back from work he was still not calm. With a sigh, Fujigaya took out the key to open Eiji's flat.
"You are finally back?" Eiji asked and took a sip out of his beer can. His lover was sitting on the couch and apparently waiting for him.
"I was held up at work." Fujigaya shrugged and put his bag down and strolled into the room. He probably would have been in time, had he not fallen asleep in Kitayama's lap. Eiji caught him by the wrist and pulled him next to him on the couch. As the other wanted to crawl over him, Fujigaya pushed him back by his shoulders.
"Sorry, I am not in the mood today." The talk with Kitayama had left a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. He weaselled out from under the other without a second thought.
"I'll take a quick shower and call it a night." Fujigaya was terribly tired.

Getting some clothes, he went into the bathroom and got naked. The warm water from the showerhead felt like heaven and Fujigaya closed his eyes to savour the feeling. He felt a flash of anger as there were suddenly hands on his waist.
"I said I wasn't in the mood. I wasn't being coy." Fujigaya said icily. When he wanted his peace, he was not very tolerant.
"I waited a whole hour for you to come home. The least you can do is being a little bit more cooperative."
"I never told you to wait." Fujigaya didn't see why he should be cooperative when he didn't want to have sex in the least at the moment.
Eiji wrapped his arms around him tightly and Fujigaya growled as he felt how his arms were being pressed to his torso and how motionless he was rendered. He could only move his legs.
"What do you think you are doing?"
Instead of getting an answer, Eiji kissed his neck under the water and Fujigaya felt goose bumps rise on his skin, but it wasn't because of excited arousal.
"I just want to go to bed."
"And I am terribly horny." Eiji groaned into his ear and Fujigaya could feel the other's erection poking the small of his back. It reminded him of how tall the other was.
"Okay, a compromise. I'll jerk you off and you will leave me alone for the rest of the night." The longer he fought with Eiji, the longer it would take till he could go to bed.
"I want your mouth."
Fujigaya grimaced, but nodded.

He had never been particularly good at giving head and he hated how he was getting suffocated from the hard erection in his mouth and from the hot water stem filling his nose. It was uncomfortable and only halfway through his jaw started hurting. When Eiji started to fuck his mouth, Fujigaya just waited for the other to be done.
Rinsing his mouth afterwards, he finished his shower and hopped out. Getting dressed quickly, he left Eiji in the bathroom.

Part 2