[One-Shot] Don't Just Peek; Come Join the Show
Title: Don’t Just Peek; Come Join the Show
Pairing: JunRyoDa (Taguchi Junnosuke, Nishikido Ryo, Ueda Tatsuya. Don't even know what you'd call that XD)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: guy-on-guy-on-guy sex (lol) and not really edited as much as it should be XD
Disclaimer: I don't own people! Slavery is frowned upon in my country *nods*
Summary: ... Ryo sees something that maybe, he shouldn't. But when his Hime meets him outside the door, well, he just can't help himself anymore.
A/N: The start of my strange, strange pairings to come XD and dedicated to my Twinnie magicmag813 for putting such a strange threesome in my head!! Lol
Upon approaching KAT-TUN’s change-room and upon knowing full well that his good friend Jin had already left long ago with Koki and Nakamaru, Ryo sucks in a big breath, ready to both yell his fish-lipped Princess’s name and subsequently kiss him senseless as he opens the door. Slowly.
Which is fortunate, because he promptly chokes on the breath he was holding and tries not to cough, his hand flying from the doorknob like it was electrocuted. He then grabs the door before it swings fully open to reveal his shocked and -no, I’m not blushing. There’s no way the Sexy Osaka Man would blush at a picture like that… but he is, however strongly he denies it- blushing face. He peers back in the door, tries to assure himself he did not just see Taguchi Junnosuke, KAT-TUN’s geeky clown, looking very hot as he touches himself, legs parted on the couch and head thrown back, his lips parted almost sensually as he pants.
Ryo shuts-squeezes his eyes tight and ducks his head in hope of clearing it but the image is burned behind his eyelids. And he’s loving every single fuckable inch of it.
He looks again.
His pants are getting too tight and he can feel the tell-tale clench in his stomach that precedes the rush of glorious lust that will, no doubt, soon effectively wipe his mind of all sense and sensibility.
He opens his eyes and his gaze devours the sight before him with burning desire. And I thought the Hime looked sexy when he’s touching himself… why didn’t he tell me this guy’s so hot? He ignores the nagging voice that reminds him he probably wouldn’t have believed it anyway. But really- those long, slender fingers and their sexy ridged veins that climb the wiry muscles of Taguchi’s forearm; the sweat-spiked locks, dark against his skin; the sharp edge of a hip-bone, revealed by his low jeans… Ryo wants to devour all of it. A hand slides unconsciously down his front when Taguchi gasps lightly before covering his lips with his free hand. Taguchi dips his head forward, his tall form curling inward as he reaches his climax- Ryo inwardly kicks himself for not having come sooner to see more- and the sight sends such a delicious throb to Ryo’s crotch he can’t stop himself from rubbing his own member firmly through his jeans. Ryo bites his bottom lip hard to keep from groaning at the amazing feeling, from moaning full-out when Taguchi shudders and spills his sticky seed over his own hand. Ryo’s lust-dark eyes savour the sight and he strives to take in the whole thing- Taguchi’s hungry, ragged breaths; the way his biceps flexed just then at the end and- he can’t take it. A second more and Ryo won’t be able to hold himself back, he decides.
I’ve got to have him… and suddenly a dark smirk splits Ryo’s face.
“Ry--N-Nishikido? What are you doing here?” a whispery voice sounds from behind him.
Inside the room, in the midst of washing his hand clean, Taguchi stills. Every single muscle of his body but for his racing heart seems to have frozen.
Ryo’s lecherous grin turns on Ueda and the older shivers at the thrill down his spine. “Hime, your timing is fucking brilliant.”
“Wh-” Ueda’s question is cut off as Ryo grabs his hand and kicks open the door.
Taguchi pales, his eyes spring wide open.
“Oh come now, don’t do that,” Ryo purrs as he advances on the taller man, “you were so much hotter when your cheeks were flushed with pleasure, your eyes hooded as you saw some picture I can’t begin to imagine to turn you on like that…”
“N-Nishikido-kun,” Taguchi stammers, “w-what… did you just-”
“I didn’t see all of it, but enough to teach me I should’ve done you long ago,” Ryo licks his lips and reaches up to grab what little hair Taguchi has after his new cut, forcing the taller man to his eye-level. “Now, tell me: what’s it like to face such a fierce gaze first-hand?”
“Ryo… What are you…?” Ueda tries to ask but he’s ignored. Ryo’s eyes, narrow and calculating before, are a little wide with helplessness as suddenly, Taguchi’s eyes lose their shocked kid-caught-with-his-hand-in-the-cookie-jar quality and shift to something very dark and mischievous indeed.
“You’d ‘like to’, would you?” Taguchi asks and his voice is low and horny as Ryo’s own, but infinitely more smooth. Taguchi raises a hand and takes Ryo’s chin firmly, tracing his thumb along Ryo’s bottom lip. “Well, you’ll have to show a little more interest than that if you want this,” he says with a teasing grin.
I should’ve told him not to mess with Junnosuke... did he forget the guy’s and AB blood-type? He was bound to switch to this eventually… Ueda thinks to himself. He sighs softly, preparing himself to take matters into his own hands before Ryo does something stupid and ruins this for him. “Junnosuke,” he murmurs and his voice is like velvet. “Junnosuke, he might not want it, but I do.”
Those chocolate eyes turn on him and the intensity sends a shock straight to Ueda’s crotch. “Really, now? I never thought you’d be one to jump so soon to a band-mate’s lap but if you want it, Tatchan,” he drops Ryo’s-who remains frozen to the spot in shock and sudden paralyzing need- chin and strides confidently to Ueda, “well, then who am I to deny His Highness?” his hand wraps securely around the back of Ueda’s neck and he captures Ueda’s lips. He nibbles and bites them, caresses them with his tongue until they part, allowing Taguchi’s tongue past and into Ueda’s hot cavern.
Ueda moans against the taller’s lips and Taguchi shifts and forces Ueda’s head back farther to gain him freer access to Ueda’s delicious mouth. The shorter man wraps his arms over Taguchi’s broad shoulders, his fingers gripping the blond hair until Taguchi’s scalp tingles sharply in protest. He ignores it -rather enjoying the bit of pain- and forces a knee between Ueda’s legs, rubbing up against the older’s crotch firmly.
When Ryo sees this and his Hime’s swift response- Ueda’s other hand gripping Taguchi’s shoulder for support as he trembles from head to foot in pleasure-, he growls possessively and snakes his arm around Ueda’s waist in a firm grip before pulling him back and away-making the elder stumble and fall against Ryo’s toned chest. Ueda’s heavy breathing and already weak legs are sign enough for Ryo that it was time to step in. “This one’s mine, Taguchi. If you play with him, you’ve got to give his master a turn too,” a sly grin.
Taguchi scoffs in amusement. “Oh, really?” he murmurs. “Well, then that’s only fair, isn’t it?” he tugs Ryo forward, against him with a strong tug on the waistband of his jeans and the tightness and the following pressure as Taguchi forces Ryo’s hips against his own with both hands almost make Ryo’s legs weak, catching him off-guard. The taller man’s gaze flits over to Ueda, who looks put-out at having lost his kiss-toy, and back to Ryo with an amused smirk. “You should discipline your pet better if he’s running off to others so quick. Want me to help you out? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind,” he whispers, bending down to kiss Ryo’s neck. His breath is hot against the sensitive skin, making even Ryo’s already burning skin feel chill. “We’ll teach him why he should stay with his owner where he belongs…” he nips Ryo’s ear and delights in the nearly-imperceptible groan, “but, only if I get a share in the future, of course,” he backs away a little.
Ryo takes a shuddering breath and his eyes flicker shut for a moment as he recollects himself. When he’s as close to composed as he’ll get, he looks back up and meets Taguchi’s molten-brown gaze with his own coal-black one. “And why should I have to share?”
Taguchi’s grin widens at the challenge in Ryo’s voice. Now here’s one that’ll be fun to dominate.
Slight but steel-strong arms slip over Ryo’s shoulders and a more delicate scent that sends him almost to bliss on its own breathes, “Ryo… you wouldn’t deny me something like this, now would you? You wouldn’t deny yourself such an opportunity as this, would you?” a hand slips teasingly between the pair’s joint hips and when Ryo moans hoarsely Ueda continues, “Come on now, Ryo. You want this, I want this, he wants this. It’s simply blasphemy not to oblige ourselves, don’t you think?”
Taguchi silently looks on as Ryo tilts his head back and bites Ueda’s lip, just enough to flush it red. “It would, now wouldn’t it?” he agrees huskily. Turning back to Taguchi, he sneers. “And you, you’ll have to wait if you want this ass. It’s mine first,” he hisses and breaks away.
Taguchi releases him easily with a teasing but silent thought that he’s had Ueda’s ass plenty of times and it’s Ryo’s he wants to try out, and then catches the shorter man’s wrist just as he turns away. He uses the other’s momentum to crush him against himself and steal a kiss, ignoring Ryo’s vicious struggles. He just smiles wider, before sweeping his tongue across Ryo’s plush lips before backing away. He catches the first that aims for his face and grips it, forcing it open. He kisses the palm, looking straight into Ryo’s furious eyes as he does. “Don’t think I’ll wait ‘till you’re all finished, should I decide I want to join in, Ryo.” he warns.
“We’ll see about that, Junnosuke,” Ryo snarls and pulls his hand away. “Tatsuya, you got the stuff?”
Tatsuya gives him a look. “Of course,” he rolls his eyes, tugging a bottle of lube from the pocket of his bag at his counter. He flicks it over to Ryo, approaches more slowly himself as he sheds his shirt. He glances over to Junnosuke in time to see him lick his lips, but a tight grip on his arm brings his gaze back to the man in front of him.
“Don’t look at him while I’m here in front of you,” Ryo snarls before pulling him close and kissing him hotly, forcing him to submit.
Junnosuke melts into the background to watch the two and their feverish foreplay as he waits for the moment to join in on the fun. He relaxes in one of the chairs, unzips his jeans over his already re-awakening member when Ryo lays his lover down on the couch and grazes a nail down Tatsuya’s chest, making him arch up from the cushions with a gasp. The eldest’s eyes are lightly closed and his lips are parted sensually, his slender hands grip Ryo’s hair in claws, one knee is pulled up and resting, tense and quivering with pleasure against the back of the couch. Junnosuke decides he never made Tatsuya lose his control so thoroughly, he never made him react so deliciously to his touches, he never made his moans hit quite that pitch, and these thoughts send a burning flare of jealousy coursing through his veins.
Ryo, oblivious, continues his ministrations on his equally oblivious Hime. He kisses Tatsuya’s lips until they’re tender and red and leaves love-bites down Tatsuya’s neck, his collarbones, even on his stomach just around his navel, delighting in the way the muscles quiver and jump under his lips. He undoes Tatsuya’s jeans, rubs his half-hard member through the cloth of his boxers.
Tatsuya whines needily, wanting more-wanting the heavenly feeling of flesh-on-flesh. Especially when Ryo tugs his jeans down around his knees and nuzzles and mouths his member, still from the other side of that now rough-feeling cotton. “R-Ryo… ah-Ryo- take them off, I want to feel you…” he manages to moan as Ryo nips him gently. His fingers tighten in Ryo’s hair. He can feel Ryo smirk against him. What he can’t feel is Ryo’s triumphant glare in Junnosuke’s direction. Nor Junnosuke’s response- returning the look with just as much intensity, as well as the decision of when he’ll be coming back in. Junnosuke grins wolfishly in Ryo’s direction.
“Hime, you’re rushing things today, aren’t you? Do you like being watched so much?” Ryo asks slyly as he climbs up Tatsuya’s chest. Two fingers pinch Tatsuya’s nipple and he captures the other’s lips when he gasps, forcing his tongue in and fighting off Tatsuya’s until he moans in submission. He pulls back and whispers in to Tatsuya’s ear, “Tell me, Hime: where do you want to feel me? What do you want me to do?”
Tatsuya shivers at the hot breath and one hand reaches up between them to palm Ryo’s erection. “I want to feel you in me, Ryo,” he murmurs against Ryo’s lips. “Take me, Ryo…” a quick kiss, “fuck me, Ryo…”
Ryo smiles, satisfied, and drags Tatsuya’s jeans all the way off, followed swiftly by his boxers. Ryo grinds his still-clothed hips against Tatsuya’s naked ones and the older man’s resulting noise is caught between a moan and a whine. “Alright, Hime. I’ll grant you your wish,” he says, slowly undoing his jeans the rest of the way and Tatsuya helps him slide them off his hips.
Junnosuke, behind them, stands silently and stalks over, sucking his fingers. His shirt was shed long ago in the too-hot room and lies discarded someplace else. Junnosuke’s hungry gaze takes in the pair on the couch, enjoying the thought of Ryo’s reaction when he brushes Ryo’s hair lightly from his neck and places a kiss there just as the shorter man is slipping a finger inside of his lover.
Ryo shivers and freezes for a moment, extracting a whimper of complaint from Tatsuya.
“Just thought I’d join in for a bit,” Junnosuke whispers against the back of Ryo’s neck and strokes down Ryo’s spine and in his ass with his saliva-slick finger, enjoying the involuntary shudder of pleasure from the older man. “Now, don’t stop and ruin the flow. Poor Hime’s looking desperate,” he continues, ignoring the indignant glare from Tatsuya.
The glare is ruined, of course, when Ryo starts moving his finger again and suddenly Tatsuya can’t focus his eyes for the life of him through the pleasure. He whimpers louder than the last time, though, when just after Ryo inserts the second finger, the man above him freezes and makes a noise that isn’t quite a cry, because he forces himself to keep quiet when he realizes the sound he’s making. “R-Ryo?” he whimpers.
“F-fuck that hurts… why the fuck did you put two in right away?”
“What, can’t take it?” is the smug reply.
“Ryo? Did he just…”
Ryo snarls and shuts up the eldest by thrusting his fingers deep against his prostate, roughly. Tatsuya cries out and claws at his back.
“Tsk, tsk,” is Junnosuke’s disapproving response. “Don’t take out your frustration on him and just relax already. You’re not giving me the chance to make it feel good.”
“And when did I give you permission to fuck me?” Ryo fights to keep his voice steady through gritted teeth.
“When you walked in here with a hard-on just from watching me?” a teasing smirk.
“J-just from-ahn!” Tatsuya’s question is cut off again.
“Just move, you damn nerd, or I’ll punch you out so I can fuck my Princess in peace,” Ryo hisses.
“Yessir,” is the haughty reply. But he pulls his fingers out when Ryo snarls at him after deciding Tatsuya will probably melt if he’s left hanging any longer. But, when Ryo pulls his fingers out of Tatsuya, Junnosuke catches Ryo’s waist and flips him around, seating himself on the couch and Ryo on his lap. “Don’t go thinking I’m going to let you go into a position that’ll be hard for me to take advantage of you,” he says, taking a firm grip on Ryo’s member-both their jeans disappeared somewhere along the way already- when the threat of Ryo’s fist manifests again. He pulls Ryo in for a kiss and when he feels Tatsuya leave the couch, he shifts so he can stretch out a little better, taking up most of the couch. “Come on Ryo, you ready?” he asks, turning Ryo around so the elder’s back is against his chest and levering Ryo up above his cock, eyes issuing a challenge.
Ryo twists to give him a look before lowering himself slowly onto the taller man, muffling a groan. A helpful hand-Tatsuya’s- strokes his cock, distracting him and when Junnosuke is in to the hilt, Ryo allows himself to grimace in pain as he adjusts- It’s been a long time since he let Tatsuya top him and he’s not going to lie to himself: Junnosuke is significantly bigger than Tatsuya.
Tatsuya feels a brief pang of sympathy for Ryo but then pushes it away, crawls up over Ryo’s lap and kisses him deeply with a motion to Junnosuke to move. Tatsuya muffles Ryo’s cry with his lips and his hand doesn’t stop its rhythm, which shifts to match Junnosuke’s slow thrusts. The Tatsuya reaches out to get some lube himself and switches hands, making sure Ryo’s cock is well-coated with the slick substance before pulling back and settling himself over Ryo’s hips. His eyes meet Junnosuke’s and though the younger doesn’t stop moving, Tatsuya settles on top of Ryo with only a small wince to show his pain.
Ryo gasps and groans, a low feral sound, when Tatsuya’s tight heat envelops him and his remaining discomfort dissipates with the intense pleasure. “T-Tatsuya…” he moans, and the older man drapes his arms over his shoulders, using his legs to move with Ryo and Junnosuke.
“Junno… faster… ah-Ryo, Ryo, I need more…” Tatsuya moans against Ryo’s ear.
Junnosuke obliges the slender man and brings a hand up around Ryo’s shoulder, taking a gentle hold on Tatsuya’s chin. He leans in and kisses him as Ryo pants and moans against Tatsuya’s shoulder. “H-Hime,” he tries to sound teasing but his voice is breathy with pleasure, “you’re helpful almost to a f-fault, aren’t you?”
Tatsuya smiles against his lips. He leans a little forward, a hand teasing Ryo’s nipple to distract him as he kisses along Junnosuke’s jaw to his ear. “I’m like y-you,” he whispers hoarsely, “I just didn’t want to be left out-ah!-out… of the fun.”
Junnosuke chuckles and thrusts hard into Ryo, and Tatsuya in turn. The older man collapses against Ryo’s chest and Junnosuke nibbles Ryo’s ear while he appraises the boxer. “That’s it, is it?”
And then Junnosuke picks up his pace and there’s no way conversation could continue.
Ryo is the first to feel his climax approaching, fast, but he’s determined to last past Tatsuya at least. He bites his bottom lip and picks up his pace, forcing Junnosuke to do the same. But fuck, when Junnosuke’s pounding into him that hard right there, and with Tatsuya moaning shamelessly in his ear, his slender fingers digging into his shoulders- Ryo brings his hand to Tatsuya’s neglected cock, pumping it fast and paying special attention to the spots he knows will drive the older man crazy.
“Ahn-ah! R-ryo… h-harder… faster… Ryo- I’m almost there-” Tatsuya pants breathlessly against his neck.
Junnosuke, feeling Ryo’s muscles twitch around him, smirks and thrusts harder, deeper, savouring the trembling of Ryo’s shoulders as he fights to keep control, loving the way Ryo’s sweat-damp hair is curling against the nape of his neck and the way goose-bumps spread and fade over Ryo’s arms and back when Junnosuke bites his shoulder or blows cool air down his chest from over his shoulder. His hands are busy trailing up and down Ryo’s trained torso and twisting and teasing Ryo’s nipples-anything to drive him over the edge.
Tatsuya shares a look with Junnosuke, sees the intent and squeezes himself tighter around Ryo’s cock and it’s all Ryo can take- with a sound between a cry and a moan, he cums, shooting his seed hard against Tatsuya’s prostate, bringing the blinding ecstasy in a shuddering wave through Tatsuya’s veins in turn. He trembles silently over Ryo’s chest, his breathing hot and ragged against Ryo’s shoulder as Ryo drags in long breaths, steadying himself and savouring the pleasure.
Junnosuke motions to Tatsuya, who lies back, bringing Ryo, still panting and almost dizzy from his high, with him and Junnosuke moves one leg up and grips Ryo’s hips, pounding into him faster and faster, pushing to his own high. He moans at the tightness of Ryo, the still-twitching muscles and Ryo’s groans, in synch with his thrusts. At last it overcomes him and he pushes in and out a few more times still, riding out his orgasm as he releases inside of Ryo. He pulls out carefully, wiping the red hole with a finger to see if there’s any blood. None, good, then.
Ryo pulls out of Tatsuya, staggers to his feet and asks in a hoarse whisper which door leads to the showers. Tatsuya goes with him, and Junnosuke follows the pair.
“Fuck,” Ryo groans when he steps out of the shower, limping badly.
“Yeah, pretty sure that’s what they call it,” Junnosuke says brightly.
Ryo narrows his eyes at the tall man, and Tatsuya laughs. “The dork is back, isn’t he?”
Tatsuya seems to be thoroughly enjoying himself. “Yepp. You get used to the switches. But it’s hot every time it happens. You know, this one time-”
“Stop. Right. There,” Ryo hisses. “I do not have to hear about ‘JunDa’s’ sexual exploits.”
Tatsuya raises an eyebrow and smirks. “You sure? You’ve never been as creative as he is…” and then he leans in and whispers something in Ryo’s ear that Junnosuke, drying his hair, doesn’t catch.
Ryo goes pale. He turns very wide eyes to Junnosuke, who looks back innocently, head tilted to one side. “Woah…” Ryo murmurs.
“Sure you don’t wanna hear about it?”
“…Maybe over dinner at my place,” Ryo mumbles grudgingly.
Tatsuya smiles triumphantly. He turns back to Junnosuke. “Bye Junno, see you at work tomorrow!”
Junnosuke smiles his signature sunshine-bright grin. “Byebye Uepi!”
After the pair leaves, Junnosuke’s eyes narrow and he smirks. “And be sure I’ll be tasting that ass again soon,” he murmurs to himself.