Scandal
Title: Scandal
Pairing: Kamenashi Kazuya x Nakamaru Yuichi, Kamenashi Kazuya x Ueda Tatsuya (vaguely)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Boys kissing? I warn for this a lot. XD
Summary: Kame is trying to make Nakamaru jealous. Nakamaru has no idea. Ueda thinks Kame is trying to make him jealous. It’s a complicated thing, romance, isn’t it?
Author’s Note: Inspired by some shop photos, and the Ultimate Wheels making of. I was supposed to finish this for Kame’s birthday, but I failed so, happy belated birthday, Kame? XD
“You’re not making me jealous, you know.”
“I wasn’t trying to,” Kame shoots back to Ueda almost defensively as he walks past him after an encounter with Nakamaru that hadn’t quite ended as he had hoped.
The truth, although he wouldn’t spill a word of it to Ueda, is that it is quite the opposite. Any moves he has made towards him, the whispered words and attempted kisses, right down to that awkward evening where he asked Ueda for a date and was turned down, has been done purely to try and attract the attention of one of their other band mates. Although Ueda had refused the offer of a date, that doesn’t stop him from occasionally leading him on, returning offered kisses with small pecks, draping his arms around his shoulder, shooting him looks that say, ‘you could be mine if I wanted you to be’.
The one he is really hoping will notice his actions is Nakamaru Yuichi, but so far, none of his efforts have paid off. When standing close to the other, he will occasionally lean in close, the look on his face seductive and welcoming, the same look he has practiced for years on stage for his fans. But Nakamaru always manages in that split second to give him a look that says, ‘are you crazy?’ before doing anything he can to avoid the man’s lips.
Kamenashi Kazuya can pinpoint exactly when it was that what could only be described as an addiction had started. They had been asked to do a shoot for a new set of official photos, a number of years ago. Kame topless, leaning into Nakamaru’s chest, the other’s arm draped around him, Kame leaning in to try and kiss him, both of them looking like a couple on a wild night out.
Looking over the finished photos, Nakamaru had joked that if the press got hold of them, they would have been published in the gossip magazines under the word ‘scandal’, and Kame had agreed with a laugh but underneath, still able to smell the other’s aftershave on his shoulder, he had almost wished it was true, scandal or not. On finishing work Nakamaru had left without even a glance back, and Kame had longingly watched him go.
“Sure,” Ueda responds after what seems like a decade and Kame realises he had momentarily spaced out.
After the others leave the studio that evening, following filming the PV for their newest single, Kame lingers behind playing over footage the cameras have taken of them while they were working, footage that is to be included in the CD single.
Embarrassment washes over his features as he watches himself lean towards Nakamaru. He watches Nakamaru backing up with a look that Kame is sure is disgust on his face. He rewinds the footage and plays it again, and then again in slow motion, but whichever way he views it, Nakamaru wants nothing to do with him or his lips.
He wonders if it has something to do with his kissing skills, and his mind drifts to wondering if this is why his dramas get such low ratings, if he can’t even succeed in kissing believably in real life. And then he laughs out loud at himself for thinking something so stupid. He’s making excuses; Nakamaru simply isn’t attracted to him; it is as simple as that.
Kame corners Nakamaru as they arrive at work a few days later. Today they are filming for Shounen Club and as guest and not host, Kame doesn’t technically need to be here so early, but he is there all the same, waiting. He sits in his car, relaxing against the back of the seat, headphones in his ears. He’s listening to one of KAT-TUN’s songs, Promise Song, one of the songs they’re going to be performing on the show later, and he’s singing his own lines out loud; he almost never stops working.
It’s only after exchanging silent pleasantries through the closed window with countless juniors passing by outside, and after a few short words with Koyama Keiichiro that Nakamaru’s car finally pulls into the parking lot.
“You’re late,” Kame comments as he pulls open the door of his car, at almost exactly the same time the other does. He tugs his headphones out of his ears and pushes them in the pocket of his jeans. The song continues to play, although he can now only vaguely hear his own voice.
“You’re early,” Nakamaru retorts, as he locks up his car. He’s not looking at Kame, face turned away, and the other can only see his reflection in the car’s window. His expression is blank.
Kame just shrugs. “The early bird catches the worm.” He locks the door of his car, following close behind the Nakamaru, who is heading in the same direction everyone else has gone, towards the entrance.
“I’m not a worm.”
Kame is almost speechless for a moment, partly embarrassed at being figured out, and then a smile crosses his face. He reaches out, placing a hand on the other man’s shoulder, turns him round to face him. They’re very close to one of the walls. “No? You sure wriggle like one,” he comments, lips curving in a grin, the image of Nakamaru dodging his kisses the day before burned in his memory.
He pushes Nakamaru back against the cold concrete wall of the parking lot, and leans in close, his half-lidded eyes focus on the man’s soft lips, wondering if this is the moment he is finally able to touch them.
But when he is only an inch away from pressing a kiss against them, Nakamaru suddenly speaks. “Tatsuya isn’t here, you know.”
Kame doesn't move any closer. His lips are so close to the other's that he can practically taste them, and the temptation to just close the gap is hard to resist. He can smell aftershave on Nakamaru's neck, a familiar scent. However, curiosity wins over. “What's that supposed to mean?” he asks, his voice a breath on the man's face.
“He told me you asked him out on a date. He also told me he turned you down.” Nakamaru’s gaze moves to the other's eyes, seeing the surprise in them. “We do talk, you know.”
“That isn’t -” Kame begins to explain, but he is cut off.
“He also told me you’re trying to make him jealous.” Nakamaru reaches down one hand, and takes hold of the arm that is wound round his hip. Their faces are still close; Nakamaru can’t back up any further, and Kame isn’t going anywhere. The pinned man uses his initiative, and his apparent skills at wriggling, and manages to move himself out of Kame’s grip.
“Leave me out of it,” he tells Kame sternly, and leaves him standing alone in the parking lot, storming off towards the entrance; he’s late, and they’re here to work after all.
The two of them are such professionals that no one notices anything has happened between them before filming. The rule ‘not in front of the Juniors’ seems to work well. They’re all smiles and happiness, and it only slips when they return to their dressing room following their last performance.
Nakamaru hovers at one end of the room, seeming to watch Kame’s every move with caution. Kame’s every move consists of stomping around like an elephant and gathering up his belongings.
“He’s not a monster, you know,” Koki comments as he tugs off one of his boots, glancing at Nakamaru out of the corner of his eye. “No more than usual, at least.”
“Shut up,” Kame snaps at the man, and shoots a deadly glare across the room at Nakamaru. He’s tempted to grab Koki’s boot and throw it at one of the two of them, knowing he has a good enough aim to pull it off, but the black eyes would take a lot of explaining so he simply huffs and leaves the room, the slamming door shooting a sudden breeze across the room.
Ueda waits until he has changed back into his normal clothes before he decides to track Kame down.
He is planning on working out after he leaves, and is wearing a sleeveless hoodie over a white t-shirt, and black tracksuit bottoms slightly overhanging a pair of grey sneakers. They squeak slightly on the tiled floors as he heads down the corridors, and he finally hears Kame’s voice coming from the direction of the hall’s stage, although the audience has long left.
When he peeks through the door to the side of the stage, he finds his band mate standing in the centre of the huge empty stage, singing his heart out and dancing enthusiastically.
“Is something the matter?” Ueda asks, stepping across the stage to join the other. Of course, it’s a silly question with an obvious answer, but he asks it all the same.
Kame’s voice goes silent, and he stops still, turning to face the direction the voice is coming from.
“I’m not trying to make you jealous,” he states, for what seems like the thousandth time. His voice is tinged with the same annoyance that had caused him to leave the dressing room.
Ueda takes a couple of steps forwards towards the other. “That’s a shame,” he responds calmly, although Kame is unsure if he really has accepted what he has been telling him. “I kind of liked the idea,” he shrugs.
Kame raises an eyebrow. The world would be so much easier if he could just like Ueda Tatsuya. Ueda turned him down for a date, but yet lets him get far closer to him than Nakamaru ever has. Ueda allows him access to his lips, and he smiles when he whispers in his ear. Ueda is a good looking guy, and most would jump at the chance. However, Ueda simply isn’t Nakamaru Yuichi, and so Kame is stuck with his dilemma.
Ueda is silent for a moment, waiting for Kame to speak again, and when he doesn’t, he speaks himself. “So why do you do it?” he asked him curiously. He’s winding part of the cord on his hoodie round one finger absentmindedly.
It takes a while for Kame to come out with the answer, wondering whether if he does, Ueda will run right to Nakamaru and discuss it behind his back. But Ueda is staring at him with those huge eyes that, if he wasn’t infatuated with his band-mate, he would find perfect, and he is waiting for an answer. “Because I’m trying to do the opposite,” he says eventually.
Ueda immediately opens his mouth to speak but then closes it again as he thinks this over. The opposite would mean that it was Nakamaru that Kame was trying to make jealous, but why would he - "Nakamaru? Are you serious? Since when?"
"Since a while," Kame replied, really not feeling like getting into the whole sorry story.
Ueda closes the gap between the two of them further, until he is so close that Kame can smell his aftershave. It isn’t the same scent Nakamaru uses, he notes. Before he can react any further, Ueda sweeps forward and brushes his hand against the younger man’s cheek, and suddenly his lips are pressed against his. Kame’s eyes are wide with surprise, while Ueda’s slip closed, and his hand weaves its way through the other’s hair, fingers curling in his locks.
When Ueda finally pulls back to take a breath, Kame looks at him with confusion evident in his features. “What are you-” he starts to speak, but Ueda places a finger over his lips.
“Just trying to make someone jealous,” he whispers, barely a breath on the man’s cheek and after a glance around the deserted stage, Kame is just about to comment that there is no one there to see them when he hears footsteps, and a figure emerges from behind one of the huge decorated boards at the side of the stage. Nakamaru.
Ueda gives Kame a knowing look, and leaves the pair alone. Kame glances at Nakamaru with a frown on his face. “How long have you been here for?” he asks. There’s a small pout on his face as he realises he’s been tricked.
“Long enough,” Nakamaru responds simply. He takes a few steps closer. There is awkwardness in his posture that Kame only usually sees when they’re on stage or on television. Their eyes meet momentarily. “Is… is it true?” he asks; the embarrassment has reached his voice as well.
Kame lowers his gaze, unsure of how to respond, he hadn’t been expecting to ever be in this position. In all his possible scenarios, it had been Nakamaru telling him. “I don’t even know why I’m still here. I should really be getting home.”
“Kame-chan-” Nakamaru starts, but Kame is already striding across the stage. Just before he disappears from Nakamaru’s view, something falls from his pocket and onto the ground. Nakamaru shouts out to tell him he’s dropped something, but Kame has already gone.
When Nakamaru heads over to pick up the crumpled piece of paper, he unfolds it to find that it’s an official photo of the two of them, one that must be a few years old by now. Nakamaru’s eyes are drawn to Kame’s in the photo. There is the same longing look in them that Nakamaru has seen in his face just now.
This time, it is Nakamaru who corners Kame. He knows all the shortcuts in this building and manages to reach the parking lot just as his band mate is getting in his car. Before Kame can close the door, Nakamaru’s hand is firmly on it, holding it open.
“What’s this?” he asks, and Kame suddenly finds a crumpled photograph an inch away from his face.
Kame moves his hand upwards and snatches the photograph away, giving it a casual glance, although inwardly cursing himself for managing to lose it somewhere the other could find it so easily. “Well, it looks like a photograph to me,” he shrugs.
Nakamaru steps back and shuts the door of the car, and Kame thinks for a moment that he is leaving, but a moment later he opens the passenger door and climbs inside, closing the door. “Is there something going on between us?” he asked seriously, and then realises what a stupid question that is.
A quiet chuckle escapes Kame’s lips, and the corners curve in an amused smirk. “What do you think?” he asks.
Nakamaru blinks a little, and eyes the photograph Kame is still holding in one hand. “Well, I don’t… I don’t know,” he admits hesitantly.
Kame glances at the photo again, and then tosses it on the car’s dashboard, and turns his gaze to the other man in the car. The amused expression on his face fades, and changes into one Nakamaru recognises well.
He unhooks his seatbelt, and twists his body, leaning closer to Nakamaru. Nakamaru knows what is coming, but this time, he doesn’t move out of the way. He couldn’t move far in such as small space, even if he wanted to, but for some reason, he doesn’t want to anyway.
Kame is expecting Nakamaru to avoid his lips, to be far away by the time his lips are close to his, and so he is surprised when his lips actually meet Nakamaru’s. His eyes widen, and confusion crosses his features, as he tests the other a little, pressing his lips against his. Nakamaru doesn’t pull away, and despite that Kame has been waiting for this for a long time, he pulls back and stares at the other man.
“That’s what you were waiting to do to me all this time? A peck? I don’t know why I bothered wasting the energy pulling away all the time,” Nakamaru smirks, staring back at the other.
“Idiot,” Kame huffs, and reaches out one hand, gripping Nakamaru’s cheek. He leans forwards and tastes the man’s lips once again. This time, he doesn’t pull back again. Nakamaru is hesitant, almost nervous at first, and gives very little in return as Kame sucks on his bottom lip and explores the opening between his lips with his tongue. But he quickly grows in confidence and soon he is kissing back so passionately that he wonders why he had ever avoided it.
A few days later, the whole band is together for a shoot for a new set of official photos. Once they’ve done their individual photos, the photographer puts them into pairs. Kame seats himself beside Nakamaru on the set’s couch and the photographer asks Kame to lean towards Nakamaru, as if he is about to kiss him.
It’s a familiar scene, and Kame is happy to oblige. Just as the photograph is about to be taken, Nakamaru turns his head to look at the one leaning towards him, and in the angle of the resulting picture, their lips are almost meeting.
As Kame winks at Nakamaru, the rest of the band watching the photographs from a screen nearby applaud, and Nakamaru stands up to go and put them in their place.
While the rest of the band are either having photographs taken or otherwise distracted, Kame and Nakamaru sit together and look at the photos that have been taken of the two of them. When they come to the one where they were almost kissing, Kame turns his head and meets Nakamaru’s eyes.
“What do you think would happen if this went astray and someone got hold of it?” he asks with a smile, waving the photograph around by its corner.
“That you were trying to make Ueda jealous?” Nakamaru suggests, and Kame hits him lightly round the head.
On the couch, Ueda is half dressed and Junno has one hand on his bare chest.
Nakamaru takes one look at the scene, and takes the photograph from Kame’s hand, tearing it in two down the middle. “We’ll just give them one of those instead,” he comments, and Kame’s lips curve into a smirk. He likes the way Nakamaru thinks.
Pairing: Kamenashi Kazuya x Nakamaru Yuichi, Kamenashi Kazuya x Ueda Tatsuya (vaguely)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Boys kissing? I warn for this a lot. XD
Summary: Kame is trying to make Nakamaru jealous. Nakamaru has no idea. Ueda thinks Kame is trying to make him jealous. It’s a complicated thing, romance, isn’t it?
Author’s Note: Inspired by some shop photos, and the Ultimate Wheels making of. I was supposed to finish this for Kame’s birthday, but I failed so, happy belated birthday, Kame? XD
“You’re not making me jealous, you know.”
“I wasn’t trying to,” Kame shoots back to Ueda almost defensively as he walks past him after an encounter with Nakamaru that hadn’t quite ended as he had hoped.
The truth, although he wouldn’t spill a word of it to Ueda, is that it is quite the opposite. Any moves he has made towards him, the whispered words and attempted kisses, right down to that awkward evening where he asked Ueda for a date and was turned down, has been done purely to try and attract the attention of one of their other band mates. Although Ueda had refused the offer of a date, that doesn’t stop him from occasionally leading him on, returning offered kisses with small pecks, draping his arms around his shoulder, shooting him looks that say, ‘you could be mine if I wanted you to be’.
The one he is really hoping will notice his actions is Nakamaru Yuichi, but so far, none of his efforts have paid off. When standing close to the other, he will occasionally lean in close, the look on his face seductive and welcoming, the same look he has practiced for years on stage for his fans. But Nakamaru always manages in that split second to give him a look that says, ‘are you crazy?’ before doing anything he can to avoid the man’s lips.
Kamenashi Kazuya can pinpoint exactly when it was that what could only be described as an addiction had started. They had been asked to do a shoot for a new set of official photos, a number of years ago. Kame topless, leaning into Nakamaru’s chest, the other’s arm draped around him, Kame leaning in to try and kiss him, both of them looking like a couple on a wild night out.
Looking over the finished photos, Nakamaru had joked that if the press got hold of them, they would have been published in the gossip magazines under the word ‘scandal’, and Kame had agreed with a laugh but underneath, still able to smell the other’s aftershave on his shoulder, he had almost wished it was true, scandal or not. On finishing work Nakamaru had left without even a glance back, and Kame had longingly watched him go.
“Sure,” Ueda responds after what seems like a decade and Kame realises he had momentarily spaced out.
After the others leave the studio that evening, following filming the PV for their newest single, Kame lingers behind playing over footage the cameras have taken of them while they were working, footage that is to be included in the CD single.
Embarrassment washes over his features as he watches himself lean towards Nakamaru. He watches Nakamaru backing up with a look that Kame is sure is disgust on his face. He rewinds the footage and plays it again, and then again in slow motion, but whichever way he views it, Nakamaru wants nothing to do with him or his lips.
He wonders if it has something to do with his kissing skills, and his mind drifts to wondering if this is why his dramas get such low ratings, if he can’t even succeed in kissing believably in real life. And then he laughs out loud at himself for thinking something so stupid. He’s making excuses; Nakamaru simply isn’t attracted to him; it is as simple as that.
Kame corners Nakamaru as they arrive at work a few days later. Today they are filming for Shounen Club and as guest and not host, Kame doesn’t technically need to be here so early, but he is there all the same, waiting. He sits in his car, relaxing against the back of the seat, headphones in his ears. He’s listening to one of KAT-TUN’s songs, Promise Song, one of the songs they’re going to be performing on the show later, and he’s singing his own lines out loud; he almost never stops working.
It’s only after exchanging silent pleasantries through the closed window with countless juniors passing by outside, and after a few short words with Koyama Keiichiro that Nakamaru’s car finally pulls into the parking lot.
“You’re late,” Kame comments as he pulls open the door of his car, at almost exactly the same time the other does. He tugs his headphones out of his ears and pushes them in the pocket of his jeans. The song continues to play, although he can now only vaguely hear his own voice.
“You’re early,” Nakamaru retorts, as he locks up his car. He’s not looking at Kame, face turned away, and the other can only see his reflection in the car’s window. His expression is blank.
Kame just shrugs. “The early bird catches the worm.” He locks the door of his car, following close behind the Nakamaru, who is heading in the same direction everyone else has gone, towards the entrance.
“I’m not a worm.”
Kame is almost speechless for a moment, partly embarrassed at being figured out, and then a smile crosses his face. He reaches out, placing a hand on the other man’s shoulder, turns him round to face him. They’re very close to one of the walls. “No? You sure wriggle like one,” he comments, lips curving in a grin, the image of Nakamaru dodging his kisses the day before burned in his memory.
He pushes Nakamaru back against the cold concrete wall of the parking lot, and leans in close, his half-lidded eyes focus on the man’s soft lips, wondering if this is the moment he is finally able to touch them.
But when he is only an inch away from pressing a kiss against them, Nakamaru suddenly speaks. “Tatsuya isn’t here, you know.”
Kame doesn't move any closer. His lips are so close to the other's that he can practically taste them, and the temptation to just close the gap is hard to resist. He can smell aftershave on Nakamaru's neck, a familiar scent. However, curiosity wins over. “What's that supposed to mean?” he asks, his voice a breath on the man's face.
“He told me you asked him out on a date. He also told me he turned you down.” Nakamaru’s gaze moves to the other's eyes, seeing the surprise in them. “We do talk, you know.”
“That isn’t -” Kame begins to explain, but he is cut off.
“He also told me you’re trying to make him jealous.” Nakamaru reaches down one hand, and takes hold of the arm that is wound round his hip. Their faces are still close; Nakamaru can’t back up any further, and Kame isn’t going anywhere. The pinned man uses his initiative, and his apparent skills at wriggling, and manages to move himself out of Kame’s grip.
“Leave me out of it,” he tells Kame sternly, and leaves him standing alone in the parking lot, storming off towards the entrance; he’s late, and they’re here to work after all.
The two of them are such professionals that no one notices anything has happened between them before filming. The rule ‘not in front of the Juniors’ seems to work well. They’re all smiles and happiness, and it only slips when they return to their dressing room following their last performance.
Nakamaru hovers at one end of the room, seeming to watch Kame’s every move with caution. Kame’s every move consists of stomping around like an elephant and gathering up his belongings.
“He’s not a monster, you know,” Koki comments as he tugs off one of his boots, glancing at Nakamaru out of the corner of his eye. “No more than usual, at least.”
“Shut up,” Kame snaps at the man, and shoots a deadly glare across the room at Nakamaru. He’s tempted to grab Koki’s boot and throw it at one of the two of them, knowing he has a good enough aim to pull it off, but the black eyes would take a lot of explaining so he simply huffs and leaves the room, the slamming door shooting a sudden breeze across the room.
Ueda waits until he has changed back into his normal clothes before he decides to track Kame down.
He is planning on working out after he leaves, and is wearing a sleeveless hoodie over a white t-shirt, and black tracksuit bottoms slightly overhanging a pair of grey sneakers. They squeak slightly on the tiled floors as he heads down the corridors, and he finally hears Kame’s voice coming from the direction of the hall’s stage, although the audience has long left.
When he peeks through the door to the side of the stage, he finds his band mate standing in the centre of the huge empty stage, singing his heart out and dancing enthusiastically.
“Is something the matter?” Ueda asks, stepping across the stage to join the other. Of course, it’s a silly question with an obvious answer, but he asks it all the same.
Kame’s voice goes silent, and he stops still, turning to face the direction the voice is coming from.
“I’m not trying to make you jealous,” he states, for what seems like the thousandth time. His voice is tinged with the same annoyance that had caused him to leave the dressing room.
Ueda takes a couple of steps forwards towards the other. “That’s a shame,” he responds calmly, although Kame is unsure if he really has accepted what he has been telling him. “I kind of liked the idea,” he shrugs.
Kame raises an eyebrow. The world would be so much easier if he could just like Ueda Tatsuya. Ueda turned him down for a date, but yet lets him get far closer to him than Nakamaru ever has. Ueda allows him access to his lips, and he smiles when he whispers in his ear. Ueda is a good looking guy, and most would jump at the chance. However, Ueda simply isn’t Nakamaru Yuichi, and so Kame is stuck with his dilemma.
Ueda is silent for a moment, waiting for Kame to speak again, and when he doesn’t, he speaks himself. “So why do you do it?” he asked him curiously. He’s winding part of the cord on his hoodie round one finger absentmindedly.
It takes a while for Kame to come out with the answer, wondering whether if he does, Ueda will run right to Nakamaru and discuss it behind his back. But Ueda is staring at him with those huge eyes that, if he wasn’t infatuated with his band-mate, he would find perfect, and he is waiting for an answer. “Because I’m trying to do the opposite,” he says eventually.
Ueda immediately opens his mouth to speak but then closes it again as he thinks this over. The opposite would mean that it was Nakamaru that Kame was trying to make jealous, but why would he - "Nakamaru? Are you serious? Since when?"
"Since a while," Kame replied, really not feeling like getting into the whole sorry story.
Ueda closes the gap between the two of them further, until he is so close that Kame can smell his aftershave. It isn’t the same scent Nakamaru uses, he notes. Before he can react any further, Ueda sweeps forward and brushes his hand against the younger man’s cheek, and suddenly his lips are pressed against his. Kame’s eyes are wide with surprise, while Ueda’s slip closed, and his hand weaves its way through the other’s hair, fingers curling in his locks.
When Ueda finally pulls back to take a breath, Kame looks at him with confusion evident in his features. “What are you-” he starts to speak, but Ueda places a finger over his lips.
“Just trying to make someone jealous,” he whispers, barely a breath on the man’s cheek and after a glance around the deserted stage, Kame is just about to comment that there is no one there to see them when he hears footsteps, and a figure emerges from behind one of the huge decorated boards at the side of the stage. Nakamaru.
Ueda gives Kame a knowing look, and leaves the pair alone. Kame glances at Nakamaru with a frown on his face. “How long have you been here for?” he asks. There’s a small pout on his face as he realises he’s been tricked.
“Long enough,” Nakamaru responds simply. He takes a few steps closer. There is awkwardness in his posture that Kame only usually sees when they’re on stage or on television. Their eyes meet momentarily. “Is… is it true?” he asks; the embarrassment has reached his voice as well.
Kame lowers his gaze, unsure of how to respond, he hadn’t been expecting to ever be in this position. In all his possible scenarios, it had been Nakamaru telling him. “I don’t even know why I’m still here. I should really be getting home.”
“Kame-chan-” Nakamaru starts, but Kame is already striding across the stage. Just before he disappears from Nakamaru’s view, something falls from his pocket and onto the ground. Nakamaru shouts out to tell him he’s dropped something, but Kame has already gone.
When Nakamaru heads over to pick up the crumpled piece of paper, he unfolds it to find that it’s an official photo of the two of them, one that must be a few years old by now. Nakamaru’s eyes are drawn to Kame’s in the photo. There is the same longing look in them that Nakamaru has seen in his face just now.
This time, it is Nakamaru who corners Kame. He knows all the shortcuts in this building and manages to reach the parking lot just as his band mate is getting in his car. Before Kame can close the door, Nakamaru’s hand is firmly on it, holding it open.
“What’s this?” he asks, and Kame suddenly finds a crumpled photograph an inch away from his face.
Kame moves his hand upwards and snatches the photograph away, giving it a casual glance, although inwardly cursing himself for managing to lose it somewhere the other could find it so easily. “Well, it looks like a photograph to me,” he shrugs.
Nakamaru steps back and shuts the door of the car, and Kame thinks for a moment that he is leaving, but a moment later he opens the passenger door and climbs inside, closing the door. “Is there something going on between us?” he asked seriously, and then realises what a stupid question that is.
A quiet chuckle escapes Kame’s lips, and the corners curve in an amused smirk. “What do you think?” he asks.
Nakamaru blinks a little, and eyes the photograph Kame is still holding in one hand. “Well, I don’t… I don’t know,” he admits hesitantly.
Kame glances at the photo again, and then tosses it on the car’s dashboard, and turns his gaze to the other man in the car. The amused expression on his face fades, and changes into one Nakamaru recognises well.
He unhooks his seatbelt, and twists his body, leaning closer to Nakamaru. Nakamaru knows what is coming, but this time, he doesn’t move out of the way. He couldn’t move far in such as small space, even if he wanted to, but for some reason, he doesn’t want to anyway.
Kame is expecting Nakamaru to avoid his lips, to be far away by the time his lips are close to his, and so he is surprised when his lips actually meet Nakamaru’s. His eyes widen, and confusion crosses his features, as he tests the other a little, pressing his lips against his. Nakamaru doesn’t pull away, and despite that Kame has been waiting for this for a long time, he pulls back and stares at the other man.
“That’s what you were waiting to do to me all this time? A peck? I don’t know why I bothered wasting the energy pulling away all the time,” Nakamaru smirks, staring back at the other.
“Idiot,” Kame huffs, and reaches out one hand, gripping Nakamaru’s cheek. He leans forwards and tastes the man’s lips once again. This time, he doesn’t pull back again. Nakamaru is hesitant, almost nervous at first, and gives very little in return as Kame sucks on his bottom lip and explores the opening between his lips with his tongue. But he quickly grows in confidence and soon he is kissing back so passionately that he wonders why he had ever avoided it.
A few days later, the whole band is together for a shoot for a new set of official photos. Once they’ve done their individual photos, the photographer puts them into pairs. Kame seats himself beside Nakamaru on the set’s couch and the photographer asks Kame to lean towards Nakamaru, as if he is about to kiss him.
It’s a familiar scene, and Kame is happy to oblige. Just as the photograph is about to be taken, Nakamaru turns his head to look at the one leaning towards him, and in the angle of the resulting picture, their lips are almost meeting.
As Kame winks at Nakamaru, the rest of the band watching the photographs from a screen nearby applaud, and Nakamaru stands up to go and put them in their place.
While the rest of the band are either having photographs taken or otherwise distracted, Kame and Nakamaru sit together and look at the photos that have been taken of the two of them. When they come to the one where they were almost kissing, Kame turns his head and meets Nakamaru’s eyes.
“What do you think would happen if this went astray and someone got hold of it?” he asks with a smile, waving the photograph around by its corner.
“That you were trying to make Ueda jealous?” Nakamaru suggests, and Kame hits him lightly round the head.
On the couch, Ueda is half dressed and Junno has one hand on his bare chest.
Nakamaru takes one look at the scene, and takes the photograph from Kame’s hand, tearing it in two down the middle. “We’ll just give them one of those instead,” he comments, and Kame’s lips curve into a smirk. He likes the way Nakamaru thinks.