Fanfic: Touch
Title: Touch
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: I don't own people, but the crap my mind sprouts.
Beta:
blursakana
Pairing(s): KitaFuji
Rating: NC-17 (just to be safe)
Genre: fluff
Warnings: none
Summary: Fujigaya has a scratchy problem.
Author Notes: This is the promised sequel to ' Scent' which should be read beforehand ^-^ It is also based on the ranking done for the Kis-My-World CD, where foreigners judged which Kisumai member would be most successful outside of Japan (It is not necessary to have watched it). And sorry for the delay, there had been some confusion between me and my beta >.<
TouchFujigaya had kept silent about it for days.
At first it was a very light stubble, but then it had grown. Kitayama was sitting at the breakfast table with him and was calmly reading the newspaper of the day. Thoughtfully, Fujigaya bit into his toast and watched his lover while chewing. He had come to terms with calling the other that in his head, but he had not yet said it out loud. It should be at a special occasion.
Fujigaya frowned. A special occasion like when Kitayama shaved.
His mother had told him, one needed to be tolerant in relationships and to make compromises. It was hard, not to say scratchy.
The full grown beard was his nemesis.
He was really trying to be tolerant, really, but cuddling with Kitayama was only half as much fun when he gave him a red and itchy cheek when they did so and there lay the problem. Fujigaya didn’t want to compromise on the cuddling, because that’s when he could bury his nose in Kitayama’s cheek, taking in the other’s scent, which clouded all his senses and feel utterly at peace.
“The beard.” He tried to keep his voice neutral. It wouldn’t do any good to annoy Kitayama.
The other looked at him over the edge of his newspaper.
“Yes?”
“Why?” Fujigaya decidedly banned the suffering note from his voice.
Kitayama pursed his lips.
“I wanted to try something new.”
Fujigaya made a noise. What should he say to that? Old is good? Try a new sex position instead? Buy a new shaver?
Everything in his head sounded disapproving and he could tell it was somehow important to Kitayama, so he would try to not stomp all over it.
“What will you do when we have a photo shoot?”
“I’ll grow it back in between.”
Fujigaya did not groan, but he was close.
The other members took it in stride but then of course, they didn’t want to cuddle with their oldest member. At least, Fujigaya hoped so. Whenever Kitayama had work to do in front of the camera, he would shave the scratchy beard off and Fujigaya would have one day where he tried very hard not to cuddle the living-daylights out of Kitayama. The problem was that since Kitayama had to shave it off regularly, it never got long enough to feel soft.
He had also taken to sleeping further down the bed. That way he could stick his nose to Kitayama’s side, his chest or whatever un-scratchy part he encountered. It made his feet dangle out of bed, because he was too damn long. Never would he have thought that he would curse his height.
But it usually only took one night of Kitayama having a location shoot, or even worse, Fujigaya having a location shoot, and he was more than willing to sleep half out of bed again, because it meant sleep at all and he just loved having the other close.
Nevertheless, Fujigaya had to admit it made things interesting.
When Kitayama buried his face between his thighs to nuzzle his balls, Fujigaya almost jumped out of his skin. The beard scratched only very lightly the skin of his inner thighs and he was worked up enough from their groping that it went straight to his cock.
Kitayama looked at him in wonder as he moaned vocally.
“I thought you are down there for a reason?” Fujigaya grumped in embarrassment and Kitayama grinned.
In the warm pool of his arousal a cool drop dropped.
It was something he had only noticed recently. The beard hid Kitayama’s face. It was logical of course and really, it wasn’t like he loved the other for his face, but he missed the facial expressions. They were what made Kitayama’s face loveable for him. The slight indentions, fine lines and the dimples that made it so much easier to read the other.
He knew that if the beard wasn’t there, he would see Kitayama’s dimples, but now, he couldn’t.
Kitayama’s smile darkened and the older one pursed his lips.
“You have been off lately, but I can’t figure out why.” Kitayama petted his hip gently and frowned. Fujigaya could tell, he was bothered by it.
“After.” He said after short consideration. Fujigaya was still hard and he believed Kitayama was as well.
Kitayama moved up his body.
If there was one thing that was better than sleeping curled up to Kitayama, it was having sex with him.
They were utterly close to each other and the other’s scent was almost overwhelming for Fujigaya and sometimes he feared he had become addicted.
Tonight, their movements were slow as they moved together in sync. Fujigaya breathed in as deeply as he could and just felt their connection.
He had not known what it meant to make love till their sex had become less frantic, years of sexual tension gone, and there had been just them.
No snarky or sarcastic comments to hide behind, no pressing sexual release to thrive for, but something completely new.
It had scared him in its intensity, till he had seen the dimmed fear in Kitayama’s eyes and noticed that Kitayama felt it, too.
Those nights, when they took the time to truly embrace each other, they didn’t have sex, they physically loved each other.
Fujigaya buried his finger in the hair at the back of Kitayama’s head and pulled him close for a kiss as they rode out their orgasm.
Kitayama mapped out his mouth even long after they stopped shuddering and Fujigaya put minimal effort into moving his tongue. He was utterly sated and whatever Kitayama would do now, it wouldn’t get him to move.
The other laughed lowly right against his lips and Fujigaya smiled. They stayed together a while longer and eventually detangled what was necessary and took a comfortable nap.
Fujigaya woke slowly. He felt himself hovering on the border of waking up and tried to hold on to sleep, but it slipped through his fingers.
Kitayama’s warm breath moved the hairs in his nape and a callous finger drew patterns on his chest. Fujigaya caught the wayward hand and put his above it.
He had already marveled often about the fact that even though he was quite a bit taller than Kitayama, their hands were about the same size.
“Tell me?” Kitayama asked and Fujigaya rolled on his back in their blanket cocoon.
“Why exactly did you grow a beard?”
“This is about my beard?” Kitayama asked baffled and moved his fingers through the black jungle growing on his chin.
Fujigaya shrugged.
“Well, I thought it might be an interesting change.” Kitayama eventually said.
“That’s it?”
Kitayama had especially taken a razor with him on his trip to India to stay smooth and now he was doing exactly the opposite.
“Yeah well, and I thought it made me look a little older.”
Fujigaya opened his mouth to ask why Kitayama wanted that, when everything fell into place in his head and he snapped his mouth shut.
The ranking they had done for their PV. Foreigners had thought he had the best chances to be successful and Kitayama the least, because he looked like a 13 year-old.
Fujigaya wished, he knew how to be diplomatic.
“Foreigners have a different perception since our faces are rounder.”
“I wasn’t compared to foreigners.”
So, it really was about that ranking. Fujigaya licked his lips and when he turned to look at the other, Kitayama was already looking at him closely.
“You are on more variety shows than the rest of us. You really don’t need to worry.”
“It’s not about the popularity.” Kitayama said and rubbed his eyes.
“Look at it this way, when we are all getting wrinkly, you will still look young and fresh.” He tried to lighten the mood. Kitayama laughed, but Fujigaya heard that it wasn’t quite real.
“Does it really matter what they think? They saw you once. They don’t know you.” Fujigaya tried to choose his words carefully, but he found human emotions harder to figure out than the toughest Sudoku.
“I know.” Kitayama rubbed his face and Fujigaya wondered whether it wasn’t scratching his palms to do so. He could tell Kitayama was avoiding his eyes.
Fujigaya chewed the inside of his cheek, an old nervous pattern. He thought about what would make him feel better in a situation like that.
“You have always been my equal.”
Kitayama looked at him and this time a real smile tugged at his lips.
“Even though, we have always battled to be ahead of the other?” Kitayama was teasing him, but teasing was good. It was something he knew how to response to.
“Maybe because we have, we are equals.”
“But you don’t like my beard?” It wasn’t really a question and Fujigaya felt terribly cornered. He had after all promised himself he would be understanding.
“It’s different.”
“Be honest.”
“And scratchy.” He said it in a low voice as if it was making it better.
“I scratched you?”
Kitayama looked horrified and experimentally moved his hands over his cheeks. Fujigaya shrugged his shoulders to play it down.
“So, the beard comes off.”
Inwardly, Fujigaya was cheering.
“You don’t have to.”
Kitayama sent him a look that spoke volumes.
“I could shave you.”
“You are utterly ecstatic.”
Fujigaya opened his mouth to disagree and then closed it again. There was no point in denying the obvious.
“Alright.” Kitayama agreed and shuffled out of bed. Fujigaya rolled his eyes when the other didn’t bother to put any clothes on as he sauntered into the bathroom. He took a detour to put on some pants.
Fujigaya joined the other in front of the mirror and plucked the electric shaver out of his hands.
“We will do wet shaving.”
“Why?”
“Because tonight, I will have a smooth lover.” Fujigaya said and grinned over Kitayama’s shoulder into the mirror at the other.
A silent “Ah” left Kitayama’s mouth and then he smiled. Fujigaya berated himself for saying it before shaving the other. Again, he couldn’t see the dimples.
He spread a generous amount of shaving cream on Kitayama’s face and then forced the other down on the toilet lid.
Kitayama’s Adam’s apple bobbed when Fujigaya moved the shaver closer to his skin.
“What?”
“I might not be into blood play.”
Fujigaya rolled his eyes in answer and Kitayama’s lips twitched.
“Now hush. I need to concentrate.”
Kitayama closed his mouth obediently, but Fujigaya had an inkling it had more to do with the blades moving over his skin than his request.
Fujigaya was careful as he shaved the other, more so than he was usually when he shaved himself. When he moved the shaver up the underside of Kitayama’s jaw and he saw the other’s exposed throat, Kitayama’s comment got some merit. Kitayama had to put quite some trust into him when he let him close to his throat with sharp blades.
He took his time, especially, as long as he was shaving close to the other’s throat.
When he was finally done, Fujigaya wiped Kitayama’s face clean with a towel and immediately kissed the now smooth cheek.
Kitayama laughed surprised, but Fujigaya didn’t let that deter him. The only logical course of action, now that Kitayama was smooth again, was to crawl into his lap and take advantage.
Slowly, he let their cheeks glide together and breathed in Kitayama’s fresh scent.
“I missed out on something.”
Fujigaya made an agreeing noise and kissed along Kitayama’s yaw line.
“And not that I mind, but we are sitting on a toilet.”
Fujigaya hummed and moved his fingers into Kitayama’s hair and pulled his head even closer. Kitayama sighed automatically at the gentle pull on his scalp.
“You don’t mind?”
“You talk too much.” Fujigaya said and delved his tongue into Kitayama’s mouth. When he had throughout devoured the other, he moved on to his cheeks, his jaw and because it was a sensitive spot right under his ear.
Eventually, Kitayama pushed him up and hurriedly grabbed his after shave.
“You make a horrible barber.”
Fujigaya watched Kitayama massage the wetness into his skin. Moving closer, he moved a hand over Kitayama’s spin. Maybe it wasn’t completely bad, the other hadn’t bothered to put on clothes.
“Maybe, but I have talents elsewhere.”
Kitayama lifted an eyebrow at him through the mirror. As answer, Fujigaya let his hand glide to the front and cupped the other’s cock.
“We already had sex today.”
“We are big boys. I am sure we can handle a second time.” To underline his words, he pressed a gentle kiss to Kitayama’s cheek. When Fujigaya saw Kitayama close his eyes to savour the moment, he withdrew his hand from the other’s cock and placed it on his shoulder instead. Innocently, he kissed him on the cheek again. Maybe they needed something else after all right now.
Kitayama placed a hand on Fujigaya’s cheek and Fujigaya felt himself smile at the gentle touch.
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: I don't own people, but the crap my mind sprouts.
Beta:
blursakana
Pairing(s): KitaFuji
Rating: NC-17 (just to be safe)
Genre: fluff
Warnings: none
Summary: Fujigaya has a scratchy problem.
Author Notes: This is the promised sequel to ' Scent' which should be read beforehand ^-^ It is also based on the ranking done for the Kis-My-World CD, where foreigners judged which Kisumai member would be most successful outside of Japan (It is not necessary to have watched it). And sorry for the delay, there had been some confusion between me and my beta >.<
TouchFujigaya had kept silent about it for days.
At first it was a very light stubble, but then it had grown. Kitayama was sitting at the breakfast table with him and was calmly reading the newspaper of the day. Thoughtfully, Fujigaya bit into his toast and watched his lover while chewing. He had come to terms with calling the other that in his head, but he had not yet said it out loud. It should be at a special occasion.
Fujigaya frowned. A special occasion like when Kitayama shaved.
His mother had told him, one needed to be tolerant in relationships and to make compromises. It was hard, not to say scratchy.
The full grown beard was his nemesis.
He was really trying to be tolerant, really, but cuddling with Kitayama was only half as much fun when he gave him a red and itchy cheek when they did so and there lay the problem. Fujigaya didn’t want to compromise on the cuddling, because that’s when he could bury his nose in Kitayama’s cheek, taking in the other’s scent, which clouded all his senses and feel utterly at peace.
“The beard.” He tried to keep his voice neutral. It wouldn’t do any good to annoy Kitayama.
The other looked at him over the edge of his newspaper.
“Yes?”
“Why?” Fujigaya decidedly banned the suffering note from his voice.
Kitayama pursed his lips.
“I wanted to try something new.”
Fujigaya made a noise. What should he say to that? Old is good? Try a new sex position instead? Buy a new shaver?
Everything in his head sounded disapproving and he could tell it was somehow important to Kitayama, so he would try to not stomp all over it.
“What will you do when we have a photo shoot?”
“I’ll grow it back in between.”
Fujigaya did not groan, but he was close.
The other members took it in stride but then of course, they didn’t want to cuddle with their oldest member. At least, Fujigaya hoped so. Whenever Kitayama had work to do in front of the camera, he would shave the scratchy beard off and Fujigaya would have one day where he tried very hard not to cuddle the living-daylights out of Kitayama. The problem was that since Kitayama had to shave it off regularly, it never got long enough to feel soft.
He had also taken to sleeping further down the bed. That way he could stick his nose to Kitayama’s side, his chest or whatever un-scratchy part he encountered. It made his feet dangle out of bed, because he was too damn long. Never would he have thought that he would curse his height.
But it usually only took one night of Kitayama having a location shoot, or even worse, Fujigaya having a location shoot, and he was more than willing to sleep half out of bed again, because it meant sleep at all and he just loved having the other close.
Nevertheless, Fujigaya had to admit it made things interesting.
When Kitayama buried his face between his thighs to nuzzle his balls, Fujigaya almost jumped out of his skin. The beard scratched only very lightly the skin of his inner thighs and he was worked up enough from their groping that it went straight to his cock.
Kitayama looked at him in wonder as he moaned vocally.
“I thought you are down there for a reason?” Fujigaya grumped in embarrassment and Kitayama grinned.
In the warm pool of his arousal a cool drop dropped.
It was something he had only noticed recently. The beard hid Kitayama’s face. It was logical of course and really, it wasn’t like he loved the other for his face, but he missed the facial expressions. They were what made Kitayama’s face loveable for him. The slight indentions, fine lines and the dimples that made it so much easier to read the other.
He knew that if the beard wasn’t there, he would see Kitayama’s dimples, but now, he couldn’t.
Kitayama’s smile darkened and the older one pursed his lips.
“You have been off lately, but I can’t figure out why.” Kitayama petted his hip gently and frowned. Fujigaya could tell, he was bothered by it.
“After.” He said after short consideration. Fujigaya was still hard and he believed Kitayama was as well.
Kitayama moved up his body.
If there was one thing that was better than sleeping curled up to Kitayama, it was having sex with him.
They were utterly close to each other and the other’s scent was almost overwhelming for Fujigaya and sometimes he feared he had become addicted.
Tonight, their movements were slow as they moved together in sync. Fujigaya breathed in as deeply as he could and just felt their connection.
He had not known what it meant to make love till their sex had become less frantic, years of sexual tension gone, and there had been just them.
No snarky or sarcastic comments to hide behind, no pressing sexual release to thrive for, but something completely new.
It had scared him in its intensity, till he had seen the dimmed fear in Kitayama’s eyes and noticed that Kitayama felt it, too.
Those nights, when they took the time to truly embrace each other, they didn’t have sex, they physically loved each other.
Fujigaya buried his finger in the hair at the back of Kitayama’s head and pulled him close for a kiss as they rode out their orgasm.
Kitayama mapped out his mouth even long after they stopped shuddering and Fujigaya put minimal effort into moving his tongue. He was utterly sated and whatever Kitayama would do now, it wouldn’t get him to move.
The other laughed lowly right against his lips and Fujigaya smiled. They stayed together a while longer and eventually detangled what was necessary and took a comfortable nap.
Fujigaya woke slowly. He felt himself hovering on the border of waking up and tried to hold on to sleep, but it slipped through his fingers.
Kitayama’s warm breath moved the hairs in his nape and a callous finger drew patterns on his chest. Fujigaya caught the wayward hand and put his above it.
He had already marveled often about the fact that even though he was quite a bit taller than Kitayama, their hands were about the same size.
“Tell me?” Kitayama asked and Fujigaya rolled on his back in their blanket cocoon.
“Why exactly did you grow a beard?”
“This is about my beard?” Kitayama asked baffled and moved his fingers through the black jungle growing on his chin.
Fujigaya shrugged.
“Well, I thought it might be an interesting change.” Kitayama eventually said.
“That’s it?”
Kitayama had especially taken a razor with him on his trip to India to stay smooth and now he was doing exactly the opposite.
“Yeah well, and I thought it made me look a little older.”
Fujigaya opened his mouth to ask why Kitayama wanted that, when everything fell into place in his head and he snapped his mouth shut.
The ranking they had done for their PV. Foreigners had thought he had the best chances to be successful and Kitayama the least, because he looked like a 13 year-old.
Fujigaya wished, he knew how to be diplomatic.
“Foreigners have a different perception since our faces are rounder.”
“I wasn’t compared to foreigners.”
So, it really was about that ranking. Fujigaya licked his lips and when he turned to look at the other, Kitayama was already looking at him closely.
“You are on more variety shows than the rest of us. You really don’t need to worry.”
“It’s not about the popularity.” Kitayama said and rubbed his eyes.
“Look at it this way, when we are all getting wrinkly, you will still look young and fresh.” He tried to lighten the mood. Kitayama laughed, but Fujigaya heard that it wasn’t quite real.
“Does it really matter what they think? They saw you once. They don’t know you.” Fujigaya tried to choose his words carefully, but he found human emotions harder to figure out than the toughest Sudoku.
“I know.” Kitayama rubbed his face and Fujigaya wondered whether it wasn’t scratching his palms to do so. He could tell Kitayama was avoiding his eyes.
Fujigaya chewed the inside of his cheek, an old nervous pattern. He thought about what would make him feel better in a situation like that.
“You have always been my equal.”
Kitayama looked at him and this time a real smile tugged at his lips.
“Even though, we have always battled to be ahead of the other?” Kitayama was teasing him, but teasing was good. It was something he knew how to response to.
“Maybe because we have, we are equals.”
“But you don’t like my beard?” It wasn’t really a question and Fujigaya felt terribly cornered. He had after all promised himself he would be understanding.
“It’s different.”
“Be honest.”
“And scratchy.” He said it in a low voice as if it was making it better.
“I scratched you?”
Kitayama looked horrified and experimentally moved his hands over his cheeks. Fujigaya shrugged his shoulders to play it down.
“So, the beard comes off.”
Inwardly, Fujigaya was cheering.
“You don’t have to.”
Kitayama sent him a look that spoke volumes.
“I could shave you.”
“You are utterly ecstatic.”
Fujigaya opened his mouth to disagree and then closed it again. There was no point in denying the obvious.
“Alright.” Kitayama agreed and shuffled out of bed. Fujigaya rolled his eyes when the other didn’t bother to put any clothes on as he sauntered into the bathroom. He took a detour to put on some pants.
Fujigaya joined the other in front of the mirror and plucked the electric shaver out of his hands.
“We will do wet shaving.”
“Why?”
“Because tonight, I will have a smooth lover.” Fujigaya said and grinned over Kitayama’s shoulder into the mirror at the other.
A silent “Ah” left Kitayama’s mouth and then he smiled. Fujigaya berated himself for saying it before shaving the other. Again, he couldn’t see the dimples.
He spread a generous amount of shaving cream on Kitayama’s face and then forced the other down on the toilet lid.
Kitayama’s Adam’s apple bobbed when Fujigaya moved the shaver closer to his skin.
“What?”
“I might not be into blood play.”
Fujigaya rolled his eyes in answer and Kitayama’s lips twitched.
“Now hush. I need to concentrate.”
Kitayama closed his mouth obediently, but Fujigaya had an inkling it had more to do with the blades moving over his skin than his request.
Fujigaya was careful as he shaved the other, more so than he was usually when he shaved himself. When he moved the shaver up the underside of Kitayama’s jaw and he saw the other’s exposed throat, Kitayama’s comment got some merit. Kitayama had to put quite some trust into him when he let him close to his throat with sharp blades.
He took his time, especially, as long as he was shaving close to the other’s throat.
When he was finally done, Fujigaya wiped Kitayama’s face clean with a towel and immediately kissed the now smooth cheek.
Kitayama laughed surprised, but Fujigaya didn’t let that deter him. The only logical course of action, now that Kitayama was smooth again, was to crawl into his lap and take advantage.
Slowly, he let their cheeks glide together and breathed in Kitayama’s fresh scent.
“I missed out on something.”
Fujigaya made an agreeing noise and kissed along Kitayama’s yaw line.
“And not that I mind, but we are sitting on a toilet.”
Fujigaya hummed and moved his fingers into Kitayama’s hair and pulled his head even closer. Kitayama sighed automatically at the gentle pull on his scalp.
“You don’t mind?”
“You talk too much.” Fujigaya said and delved his tongue into Kitayama’s mouth. When he had throughout devoured the other, he moved on to his cheeks, his jaw and because it was a sensitive spot right under his ear.
Eventually, Kitayama pushed him up and hurriedly grabbed his after shave.
“You make a horrible barber.”
Fujigaya watched Kitayama massage the wetness into his skin. Moving closer, he moved a hand over Kitayama’s spin. Maybe it wasn’t completely bad, the other hadn’t bothered to put on clothes.
“Maybe, but I have talents elsewhere.”
Kitayama lifted an eyebrow at him through the mirror. As answer, Fujigaya let his hand glide to the front and cupped the other’s cock.
“We already had sex today.”
“We are big boys. I am sure we can handle a second time.” To underline his words, he pressed a gentle kiss to Kitayama’s cheek. When Fujigaya saw Kitayama close his eyes to savour the moment, he withdrew his hand from the other’s cock and placed it on his shoulder instead. Innocently, he kissed him on the cheek again. Maybe they needed something else after all right now.
Kitayama placed a hand on Fujigaya’s cheek and Fujigaya felt himself smile at the gentle touch.