not my fault
Mostly.
Now that I've done enough musing on masturbation, I'll leave this here.
The Stranger
Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
R-- Just choking the chicken, spanking the monkey, etc etc
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
When Ueda walked into KAT-TUN’s dressing room, he promptly turned around and left. “I don’t even want to know! Ever!”
When Kame walked into KAT-TUN’s dressing room, he took one look at the occupants of the room and left. “I forgot, I have a meeting to get to! See you later!”
When Nakamaru walked into KAT-TUN’s dressing room, he backpedaled quickly. “Ah! I have a ton of homework I just remembered!”
Koki wondered what had everyone leaving so fast. He was pretty sure he’d taken a shower and brushed his teeth that morning. No one had told him he smelled bad or anything. He shrugged to himself, looking back down at his book, completely unaware of what Junno was doing.
A few minutes of silence passed before Koki looked up again, a puzzled look on his face. “Um, what are you doing, Taguchi?”
Taguchi was draped awkwardly over the couch, and sitting on his hand. For some reason, he looked impatient.
"I’m glad you asked, Kou-chan! I fell asleep the other day all tangled up somehow, and when I woke up, my hand was numb, and I also had a raging hard-on. I just couldn’t be bothered to wait for my hand to wake up, so I just jerked off all numb-handed, and it was amazing. It was like someone else was jerking me off. I like to think of it as ‘The Stranger.’” Taguchi looked exceptionally proud of himself, megawatt grin seeming extra shiny.
All Koki could do was stare.
He opened his mouth for a second, closed it.
Then he looked towards the ceiling, still sort of flabbergasted.
Finally, Koki spoke. “Dude, don’t you have a girlfriend you could call? Or a fuck-buddy? Hell, I would’ve helped you out.”
With those words, Koki looked back down at his book, brow furrowed as he tried to forget the conversation he’d just endured. Unfortunately, Taguchi was not to be deterred from his determination to masturbate in their dressing room, regardless of whether or not anyone else was with him. Junno rose from the couch, striding across the room to lock the door, and returned to his seat.
A few moments later, Koki heard the distinct sound of jeans being unzipped and pushed down. He kept his eyes trained on the book, cursing the fact that he’d left his charger at home, and his mp3 player was in the bottom of his bag, dead. Plain willpower would have to do, it seemed.
A soft sigh now, and Koki tried to think of the most un-sexy things he could muster. Sadly, it was a short list, and it didn’t block out the quiet huffing breaths Taguchi kept letting out.
It was a short but fierce battle, as Koki’s dick won against his brain. He couldn’t believe he was sitting in his group’s dressing room, with one of his bandmates who also had a penis and was currently jerking himself off, completely okay with the fact that he wasn’t alone, and dammit, now Koki had a boner too.
Koki tossed his book aside, then huffed as he unzipped his own pants and pushed them down just enough to get his hand around his unruly cock. He began to stroke himself quickly, in the hopes that he could just finish and slip out quietly. None of the rest of the guys would ever have to know that he’d jerked off in their dressing room while Taguchi did the same.
Proud of his rationalization skills, Koki relaxed a little, closing his eyes and leaning back in his seat. Perhaps he shouldn’t have dropped his guard, though, he realized belatedly, because he heard more shuffling and then felt a weight settle on his lap. His eyes flew open in shock, agog as he watched Taguchi lick the palm of his hand and wrap it around both of their cocks, squeezing tightly as he tugged them both slowly.
“Taguchi, what are you doing?” Koki tried to lean away, though it was hard to get far with a lapful of Taguchi with a hand wrapped around his dick.
“Kou-chan, isn’t it obvious? You’re helping me out.” Taguchi’s grin was smug now, gaze heavy-lidded. Taguchi’s strokes picked up speed, his breath coming in quicker and quicker pants as his eyes closed, writhing in Koki’s lap. Try as he might, Koki couldn’t help but get into it, hips bucking up towards Junno as his own eyes slipped closed and his fists clenched.
Koki could feel his orgasm approaching against his will; he raised a shaky hand to Taguchi’s side, gripping tightly. “Junno, Junno slow down... I’m about to come...” He was struggling with his words, and so, so close to finishing.
Taguchi sped up, completely ignoring Koki’s plea. “Good, Kou-chan. I’m almost there...” A few more firm strokes, and Koki wasn’t sure if he’d blown first or not. All he knew was that Junno was grinding into his lap and pulling them both off; then suddenly the weight was lifting from his lap, only to return with a handful of tissues, gently cleaning him up.
“Kou-chan, hurry up and get back in your clothes,” Junno whispered softly. “We should probably unlock the door.”
Wearily, Koki nodded his assent, tucking himself back into his pants and giving himself a quick once-over in one of the mirrors. He didn’t completely look like he’d just gotten jerked off in the middle of the day while he was at work, so he figured no one would be the wiser.
At least, until he opened the door to see three horrified faces staring back at him. Dammit, he was never going to live this down, especially with the way he could feel the smug radiating from behind him. Koki huffed back to his spot on the couch, refusing to make eye contact with anyone as he tried to find the bookmark he’d left in his prior reading material.
Now that I've done enough musing on masturbation, I'll leave this here.
The Stranger
Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
R-- Just choking the chicken, spanking the monkey, etc etc
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
When Ueda walked into KAT-TUN’s dressing room, he promptly turned around and left. “I don’t even want to know! Ever!”
When Kame walked into KAT-TUN’s dressing room, he took one look at the occupants of the room and left. “I forgot, I have a meeting to get to! See you later!”
When Nakamaru walked into KAT-TUN’s dressing room, he backpedaled quickly. “Ah! I have a ton of homework I just remembered!”
Koki wondered what had everyone leaving so fast. He was pretty sure he’d taken a shower and brushed his teeth that morning. No one had told him he smelled bad or anything. He shrugged to himself, looking back down at his book, completely unaware of what Junno was doing.
A few minutes of silence passed before Koki looked up again, a puzzled look on his face. “Um, what are you doing, Taguchi?”
Taguchi was draped awkwardly over the couch, and sitting on his hand. For some reason, he looked impatient.
"I’m glad you asked, Kou-chan! I fell asleep the other day all tangled up somehow, and when I woke up, my hand was numb, and I also had a raging hard-on. I just couldn’t be bothered to wait for my hand to wake up, so I just jerked off all numb-handed, and it was amazing. It was like someone else was jerking me off. I like to think of it as ‘The Stranger.’” Taguchi looked exceptionally proud of himself, megawatt grin seeming extra shiny.
All Koki could do was stare.
He opened his mouth for a second, closed it.
Then he looked towards the ceiling, still sort of flabbergasted.
Finally, Koki spoke. “Dude, don’t you have a girlfriend you could call? Or a fuck-buddy? Hell, I would’ve helped you out.”
With those words, Koki looked back down at his book, brow furrowed as he tried to forget the conversation he’d just endured. Unfortunately, Taguchi was not to be deterred from his determination to masturbate in their dressing room, regardless of whether or not anyone else was with him. Junno rose from the couch, striding across the room to lock the door, and returned to his seat.
A few moments later, Koki heard the distinct sound of jeans being unzipped and pushed down. He kept his eyes trained on the book, cursing the fact that he’d left his charger at home, and his mp3 player was in the bottom of his bag, dead. Plain willpower would have to do, it seemed.
A soft sigh now, and Koki tried to think of the most un-sexy things he could muster. Sadly, it was a short list, and it didn’t block out the quiet huffing breaths Taguchi kept letting out.
It was a short but fierce battle, as Koki’s dick won against his brain. He couldn’t believe he was sitting in his group’s dressing room, with one of his bandmates who also had a penis and was currently jerking himself off, completely okay with the fact that he wasn’t alone, and dammit, now Koki had a boner too.
Koki tossed his book aside, then huffed as he unzipped his own pants and pushed them down just enough to get his hand around his unruly cock. He began to stroke himself quickly, in the hopes that he could just finish and slip out quietly. None of the rest of the guys would ever have to know that he’d jerked off in their dressing room while Taguchi did the same.
Proud of his rationalization skills, Koki relaxed a little, closing his eyes and leaning back in his seat. Perhaps he shouldn’t have dropped his guard, though, he realized belatedly, because he heard more shuffling and then felt a weight settle on his lap. His eyes flew open in shock, agog as he watched Taguchi lick the palm of his hand and wrap it around both of their cocks, squeezing tightly as he tugged them both slowly.
“Taguchi, what are you doing?” Koki tried to lean away, though it was hard to get far with a lapful of Taguchi with a hand wrapped around his dick.
“Kou-chan, isn’t it obvious? You’re helping me out.” Taguchi’s grin was smug now, gaze heavy-lidded. Taguchi’s strokes picked up speed, his breath coming in quicker and quicker pants as his eyes closed, writhing in Koki’s lap. Try as he might, Koki couldn’t help but get into it, hips bucking up towards Junno as his own eyes slipped closed and his fists clenched.
Koki could feel his orgasm approaching against his will; he raised a shaky hand to Taguchi’s side, gripping tightly. “Junno, Junno slow down... I’m about to come...” He was struggling with his words, and so, so close to finishing.
Taguchi sped up, completely ignoring Koki’s plea. “Good, Kou-chan. I’m almost there...” A few more firm strokes, and Koki wasn’t sure if he’d blown first or not. All he knew was that Junno was grinding into his lap and pulling them both off; then suddenly the weight was lifting from his lap, only to return with a handful of tissues, gently cleaning him up.
“Kou-chan, hurry up and get back in your clothes,” Junno whispered softly. “We should probably unlock the door.”
Wearily, Koki nodded his assent, tucking himself back into his pants and giving himself a quick once-over in one of the mirrors. He didn’t completely look like he’d just gotten jerked off in the middle of the day while he was at work, so he figured no one would be the wiser.
At least, until he opened the door to see three horrified faces staring back at him. Dammit, he was never going to live this down, especially with the way he could feel the smug radiating from behind him. Koki huffed back to his spot on the couch, refusing to make eye contact with anyone as he tried to find the bookmark he’d left in his prior reading material.