what the water gave me
Title: What the Water Gave Me
Pairings/Characters: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: untoward thoughts, misuse of the bath, breathplay
Word Count: 1563
Notes: Written for je_levy for fic_the_faith and originally posted here. Thanks to sekky_chan, snoozing_kitten, and dusk037 for idea-sounding, keeping me in check, and beta-ing. ♥♥♥ (Also thanks to Florence, because I shamelessly borrowed words. :3) Really, it needed to be addressed. Just sayin'
Summary: Let the only sound be the overflow.
Ever since that poolside photo shoot, Junno hasn't been able to stop thinking of it. Sure, he's seen Koki sopping wet before, plenty of times. Except all those other times, he hadn't been fully clothed, or arm to arm with him.
Junno can't stop thinking about it, how when they'd seen the final picture it had looked like some sort of struggle had taken place; it had looked like Junno had tried to hold Koki under the water.
He wonders if Koki would ever let him try it for real.
For the longest, Junno doesn’t dare say anything about it. He’s content to reflect upon that photograph, on the way Koki’s shirt had clung to him and the subtly obnoxious scent of chlorinated water. The smell hadn’t deterred him from wanting to press his lips against Koki’s before winding one hand into his hair and pushing him beneath the cool water.
He wonders if Koki would fight back, try and scratch his way above the surface. Maybe he’d even try to drag Junno down with him. Junno would probably let him; he’d probably let Koki do lots of things.
Needless to say, Junno never brings it up. He wants to wait, see how this thing with Koki unfolds before he really starts to ask for strange things. Testing the waters, as it were.
Months pass, and the closest they come to submersion while they’re together is getting ice down their shirts. Then they’re both too busy with work to even think of taking time off; it’s such a shame, especially since Koki had gone on and on about the beach, and surfing. Junno doesn’t dwell too much on any lost chances tucked away in hidden coves.
He keeps his copy of Myojo open to the relevant page, and well hidden. Or at least until Koki comes over, unannounced, and sees it sticking out from its hastily chosen hiding spot. Too bad the end table drawers always stick. Junno keeps his expression neutral as Koki pulls out the magazine. Koki looks at it for a long moment, and then at Junno.
He waits for the yelling to start.
It doesn’t. When Junno actually looks at Koki, he’s got sort of a smirk on his face. “I can only imagine why you’ve got this here,” Koki says. “I’m glad it’s not sticky.”
Junno frowns at that, and Koki leans over to pat his hand. He’s always liked Koki’s hands; how little they are in comparison to his and how well they fit together. He wonders what they’d look like gripping his arms, and if his fingernails would break his skin. How hard his bulky rings would hurt if Koki ever hit him.
“You should tell me why you’ve got this within easy reach, Junno.” Koki’s voice shakes him out of his distraction, and he glances over. Koki still has the magazine in hand, and he looks like he’s genuinely curious.
Junno hums for a minute, trying to come up with a way to explain. “I like how it looks like you’d been dunked, held under,” he says, feeling his cheeks flush. “Like maybe I had been the one to do it.”
Koki is silent, but when Junno looks over at him, it doesn’t seem to be an angry silence. Instead, Koki looks thoughtful.
“Would you want to do it?”
Junno’s mouth goes dry, and he has to swallow a couple of times to make his words come out. “Yes!” He hopes he doesn’t sound too enthusiastic; it doesn’t seem to matter, though, because Koki is tossing the magazine onto the coffee table and considering Junno.
“When? Where? You have a big tub, right?” Koki’s questions are rapid-fire, and it almost seems as if he’d been thinking of the same thing Junno had been dreaming of. “How about this evening?”
“Yes,” is all Junno can say. “Yes, we can do it now, I just recently had a bigger tub installed... are you sure, Koki?”
Koki nods, the faintest grin on his face. “You don’t think it would be fun?”
Junno can only nod mutely, and follow as Koki stands and walks to his bathroom. His eyes follow Koki’s every movement, and he can barely believe his luck. All Junno can do is watch as Koki adjusts the taps, letting the tub fill with hot water. He pulls his shirt over his head as the mirror fogs, and his jeans and underwear follow shortly. Koki turns the taps again, switching to cool before shutting them off and slipping in. “What are you waiting for?” he asks, voice nearly a purr. “I thought you wanted to do this.”
“I do,” Junno says, hands scrabbling at his own clothes. “I do, so very much.” He joins Koki, nearly scraping his back against the faucet.
For a few moments, they simply sit in the warm water, looking at each other. Then Koki grins, a little half-smirk, and Junno surges forward, uncaring of the water sloshing over the edge of the tub. Their lips crash together, teeth nipping at each other until they’re both breathless. Koki pulls back and breaks the kiss, panting a little as he asks, “What are you waiting for?”
Junno doesn’t answer. He straddles Koki’s legs and tangles both hands into his hair; Junno tugs just a little before pushing Koki under. Koki doesn’t resist, at first; he slides beneath the water and keeps his eyes open, staring up at Junno.
Only when Koki starts digging his fingernails into Junno’s arms does he let him up, letting go and shifting his grip to help pull him out of the water. Koki clings to him, blinking the water from his eyes and gasping, and Junno feels a blazing sense of accomplishment. He did this, he made Koki dependent upon him, and it’s even better than he’s ever imagined.
“Again,” Koki gasps, and who is Junno to deny him?
This time Koki shuts his eyes. Through the water he looks like he should be a fairytale protagonist, and Junno concentrates on the way Koki’s heartbeats thud against the hand he’s got flat against his chest. They’re steady, not at all frantic, and Junno thinks that maybe his heart is the one about to shake right out of its cage.
Koki wraps a hand around Junno’s wrist and opens his eyes. Junno drags him up again, eyes locked on Koki as if he were something he’d never seen before.
“You have two options, Junno.” Koki coughs a bit, and his voice is a little rough as he continues. “We can fuck here, or take things to your bedroom. Your choice.”
Junno considers his options; it will just be too much effort to get out and dry off and get to his bed. Besides, Junno’s got a stash in the drawer nearest the tub. He pulls away, a little shaky as he stands, and retrieves the lube. A quick glance at it reassures him that it’s waterproof, and he pauses before stepping back into the tub.
“Turn over, Koki.” Water splashes over the edge as he shifts, and Junno licks his lips at the way droplets run down Koki’s back. Once he’s settled, Junno returns, sinking down onto his knees behind Koki. It’s sort of an awkward angle, and the porcelain kind of hurts his knees, but Junno doesn’t mind at all.
Without being prompted, Koki shifts and props one knee against the edge of the tub. He’s very much on display, and Junno takes a moment to admire him all spread wide and wet. Koki makes an impatient noise and shakes Junno out of his reverie; a second later it’s Junno’s turn to be impatient as he slicks his fingers and presses two into Koki at once.
He’s rough but thorough, and once Koki is pressing back against his hand, Junno lines himself up. He holds Koki in place with a hand on his hip; Koki assists by bracing himself against the side of the tub and the wall. After that, things get a little blurry. Junno’s hips snap back and forth, and Koki makes every effort to meet his thrusts. Water sloshes around them, steadily cooling, and Junno doesn’t care about the mess they’re making. This is every bit the struggle he’d imagined, and then some, and he can feel Koki tightening around him.
Junno slides his free hand around to Koki’s front and takes him in hand. He strokes roughly, once, twice, and then Koki is wailing and clenching around him. His voice echoes against the walls, and Junno doesn’t even care what the neighbors might think.
Koki is shivering beneath him, and Junno is beginning to feel the chill of the water. He’s so close though, and he thrusts once before pulling out and jerking himself to completion, spilling hot against Koki’s back. It takes all of his willpower not to slump forward and crush Koki; instead Junno blindly reaches behind himself for the hot water, letting it warm them and the remaining water before haphazardly rinsing Koki clean.
They’re quiet as they catch their breath and try to get more comfortable in their limited space. Finally, Junno breaks their silence.
“So, Koki. Anything you’d like to try?”
The wicked grin he gets is promising, and Junno can’t wait to find out what’s in store for him.
Pairings/Characters: Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: untoward thoughts, misuse of the bath, breathplay
Word Count: 1563
Notes: Written for je_levy for fic_the_faith and originally posted here. Thanks to sekky_chan, snoozing_kitten, and dusk037 for idea-sounding, keeping me in check, and beta-ing. ♥♥♥ (Also thanks to Florence, because I shamelessly borrowed words. :3) Really, it needed to be addressed. Just sayin'
Summary: Let the only sound be the overflow.
Ever since that poolside photo shoot, Junno hasn't been able to stop thinking of it. Sure, he's seen Koki sopping wet before, plenty of times. Except all those other times, he hadn't been fully clothed, or arm to arm with him.
Junno can't stop thinking about it, how when they'd seen the final picture it had looked like some sort of struggle had taken place; it had looked like Junno had tried to hold Koki under the water.
He wonders if Koki would ever let him try it for real.
For the longest, Junno doesn’t dare say anything about it. He’s content to reflect upon that photograph, on the way Koki’s shirt had clung to him and the subtly obnoxious scent of chlorinated water. The smell hadn’t deterred him from wanting to press his lips against Koki’s before winding one hand into his hair and pushing him beneath the cool water.
He wonders if Koki would fight back, try and scratch his way above the surface. Maybe he’d even try to drag Junno down with him. Junno would probably let him; he’d probably let Koki do lots of things.
Needless to say, Junno never brings it up. He wants to wait, see how this thing with Koki unfolds before he really starts to ask for strange things. Testing the waters, as it were.
Months pass, and the closest they come to submersion while they’re together is getting ice down their shirts. Then they’re both too busy with work to even think of taking time off; it’s such a shame, especially since Koki had gone on and on about the beach, and surfing. Junno doesn’t dwell too much on any lost chances tucked away in hidden coves.
He keeps his copy of Myojo open to the relevant page, and well hidden. Or at least until Koki comes over, unannounced, and sees it sticking out from its hastily chosen hiding spot. Too bad the end table drawers always stick. Junno keeps his expression neutral as Koki pulls out the magazine. Koki looks at it for a long moment, and then at Junno.
He waits for the yelling to start.
It doesn’t. When Junno actually looks at Koki, he’s got sort of a smirk on his face. “I can only imagine why you’ve got this here,” Koki says. “I’m glad it’s not sticky.”
Junno frowns at that, and Koki leans over to pat his hand. He’s always liked Koki’s hands; how little they are in comparison to his and how well they fit together. He wonders what they’d look like gripping his arms, and if his fingernails would break his skin. How hard his bulky rings would hurt if Koki ever hit him.
“You should tell me why you’ve got this within easy reach, Junno.” Koki’s voice shakes him out of his distraction, and he glances over. Koki still has the magazine in hand, and he looks like he’s genuinely curious.
Junno hums for a minute, trying to come up with a way to explain. “I like how it looks like you’d been dunked, held under,” he says, feeling his cheeks flush. “Like maybe I had been the one to do it.”
Koki is silent, but when Junno looks over at him, it doesn’t seem to be an angry silence. Instead, Koki looks thoughtful.
“Would you want to do it?”
Junno’s mouth goes dry, and he has to swallow a couple of times to make his words come out. “Yes!” He hopes he doesn’t sound too enthusiastic; it doesn’t seem to matter, though, because Koki is tossing the magazine onto the coffee table and considering Junno.
“When? Where? You have a big tub, right?” Koki’s questions are rapid-fire, and it almost seems as if he’d been thinking of the same thing Junno had been dreaming of. “How about this evening?”
“Yes,” is all Junno can say. “Yes, we can do it now, I just recently had a bigger tub installed... are you sure, Koki?”
Koki nods, the faintest grin on his face. “You don’t think it would be fun?”
Junno can only nod mutely, and follow as Koki stands and walks to his bathroom. His eyes follow Koki’s every movement, and he can barely believe his luck. All Junno can do is watch as Koki adjusts the taps, letting the tub fill with hot water. He pulls his shirt over his head as the mirror fogs, and his jeans and underwear follow shortly. Koki turns the taps again, switching to cool before shutting them off and slipping in. “What are you waiting for?” he asks, voice nearly a purr. “I thought you wanted to do this.”
“I do,” Junno says, hands scrabbling at his own clothes. “I do, so very much.” He joins Koki, nearly scraping his back against the faucet.
For a few moments, they simply sit in the warm water, looking at each other. Then Koki grins, a little half-smirk, and Junno surges forward, uncaring of the water sloshing over the edge of the tub. Their lips crash together, teeth nipping at each other until they’re both breathless. Koki pulls back and breaks the kiss, panting a little as he asks, “What are you waiting for?”
Junno doesn’t answer. He straddles Koki’s legs and tangles both hands into his hair; Junno tugs just a little before pushing Koki under. Koki doesn’t resist, at first; he slides beneath the water and keeps his eyes open, staring up at Junno.
Only when Koki starts digging his fingernails into Junno’s arms does he let him up, letting go and shifting his grip to help pull him out of the water. Koki clings to him, blinking the water from his eyes and gasping, and Junno feels a blazing sense of accomplishment. He did this, he made Koki dependent upon him, and it’s even better than he’s ever imagined.
“Again,” Koki gasps, and who is Junno to deny him?
This time Koki shuts his eyes. Through the water he looks like he should be a fairytale protagonist, and Junno concentrates on the way Koki’s heartbeats thud against the hand he’s got flat against his chest. They’re steady, not at all frantic, and Junno thinks that maybe his heart is the one about to shake right out of its cage.
Koki wraps a hand around Junno’s wrist and opens his eyes. Junno drags him up again, eyes locked on Koki as if he were something he’d never seen before.
“You have two options, Junno.” Koki coughs a bit, and his voice is a little rough as he continues. “We can fuck here, or take things to your bedroom. Your choice.”
Junno considers his options; it will just be too much effort to get out and dry off and get to his bed. Besides, Junno’s got a stash in the drawer nearest the tub. He pulls away, a little shaky as he stands, and retrieves the lube. A quick glance at it reassures him that it’s waterproof, and he pauses before stepping back into the tub.
“Turn over, Koki.” Water splashes over the edge as he shifts, and Junno licks his lips at the way droplets run down Koki’s back. Once he’s settled, Junno returns, sinking down onto his knees behind Koki. It’s sort of an awkward angle, and the porcelain kind of hurts his knees, but Junno doesn’t mind at all.
Without being prompted, Koki shifts and props one knee against the edge of the tub. He’s very much on display, and Junno takes a moment to admire him all spread wide and wet. Koki makes an impatient noise and shakes Junno out of his reverie; a second later it’s Junno’s turn to be impatient as he slicks his fingers and presses two into Koki at once.
He’s rough but thorough, and once Koki is pressing back against his hand, Junno lines himself up. He holds Koki in place with a hand on his hip; Koki assists by bracing himself against the side of the tub and the wall. After that, things get a little blurry. Junno’s hips snap back and forth, and Koki makes every effort to meet his thrusts. Water sloshes around them, steadily cooling, and Junno doesn’t care about the mess they’re making. This is every bit the struggle he’d imagined, and then some, and he can feel Koki tightening around him.
Junno slides his free hand around to Koki’s front and takes him in hand. He strokes roughly, once, twice, and then Koki is wailing and clenching around him. His voice echoes against the walls, and Junno doesn’t even care what the neighbors might think.
Koki is shivering beneath him, and Junno is beginning to feel the chill of the water. He’s so close though, and he thrusts once before pulling out and jerking himself to completion, spilling hot against Koki’s back. It takes all of his willpower not to slump forward and crush Koki; instead Junno blindly reaches behind himself for the hot water, letting it warm them and the remaining water before haphazardly rinsing Koki clean.
They’re quiet as they catch their breath and try to get more comfortable in their limited space. Finally, Junno breaks their silence.
“So, Koki. Anything you’d like to try?”
The wicked grin he gets is promising, and Junno can’t wait to find out what’s in store for him.