1 Hr Fic Challenge
Title: Don't have one yet? XDD
Author: x_caesura @ devetir
Pairing: Pin
Rating: PG-13... so far
Author's note: This was written for the 1 Hour Fic Challenge, but I'm exceptionally fail at this so I didn't actually get to any porn yet.
The other participants (who did far better than I did):
artemisgoddess | bloodybrilliant | goldengutgirl | grunhilda | jackoweskla | karinberry | pearljemz | procreational | tinyangl | tokyostory | travelingpsycho | shichihenge
When Jin found out that Yamapi was going to have a photoshoot in AnAn, he almost completely upended the bowl of caramel popcorn he was eating from.
“AnAn magazine?!” Jin’s voice scaled several notches as he stared at Yamapi dumbfounded, completely oblivious to the popcorn kernels all over his pants, the couch, and the floor. “The magazine with all of the foreign naked models?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Yamapi said, waving his hand, as if it didn’t even matter to him that he was going to be doing really suggestive poses on camera with some sexy, gorgeous babe... totally naked.
Jin made a strange strangled sound in the back of his throat and then jumped up from the couch, sending pieces of popcorn all over the place. He grabbed Yamapi’s hand, his face aglow with excitement, eyes bright with it. “PI, YOU MUST TAKE ME WITH YOU TO THE PHOTOSHOOT!” he announced.
Yamapi blinked, caught off-guard by the outburst, and could only manage to say intelligently, “Wha? I mean… what?”
“Come on! Am I your best friend or what?” A hint of impatience crept into Jin’s voice. “Take me with you!”
“But - but you’ll be bored. And there’s nothing there for you to do other than - ” And then Yamapi narrowed his eyes, finally getting it. “Oh, I see. You just want to come along because there will be naked girls.”
“Pffft, of course.” Jin rolled his eyes. He released Yamapi’s hand. “And besides, how can anybody be bored when there are girls taking off their clothes?”
Yamapi looked pensive, as if he were honestly considering the question, and then laughed, if only a bit awkwardly. “No, I guess that it’s impossible then, to be a bored in a room full of naked people.”
“Yep! So it’s decided then? That I’m coming with you?”
“Sure.” And then Yamapi smiled, but the timing was wrong, as if the gesture was an afterthought, but Jin didn’t notice, too caught up in his fantasies of dressing rooms and beautiful women with perfect bodies.
For the entire week before the photoshoot, Jin played his Western music, blaring his Justin Timberlake, Eminem, and Timbaland so loudly that the residents two floors above them complained.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Yamapi had screeched with his hands clasped over his ears when he came home one day to find that Jin had tinkered with Yamapi’s brand-new state-of-the-art entertainment system, cranking the volume as high as it would go. The ground was trembling slightly from the bass, but Jin didn’t notice; he was too busy dancing, trapped in the moment, his eyes closed and fingers in his hair as he swayed from side to side.
“Baby, it’s alright now, you ain’t gotta flaunt for meeeee…” the stereo wailed.
Yamapi quickly turned it off.
“Oh! Pi!” Jin said cheerfully, turning around. “I didn’t hear you come in!”
“Well, obviously! You had the music on so loud that I can hear it from the elevator down the hall!” Yamapi threw his bag onto the floor, irritated. “What the hell are you doing?!”
“I’m studying!” Jin answered happily.
Yamapi faltered. “You’re what?”
“Studying!” Jin hit the ‘play’ button and music filled the apartment once more. “For the photoshoot!” He sauntered up to Yamapi, grabbing him by the hands. “Come on, dance with me!” And then he began dancing again, the line of his body fluid, flowing like an unfinished sentence.
Yamapi wasn’t really in the mood, but Jin’s energy was infectious and the rhythm of the song was pretty good, and soon, both of them were laughing, moving to the beat while the vocalist sang about how they can work without the perks, just the two of them.
Jin was more nervous than Yamapi when the day of the photoshoot finally came. For one thing, he nearly made them late because he spent an hour trying to pick the right clothes to wear (“Look, Pi, you just don’t care because you’re going to be taking yours off, okay?”) and then another thirty minutes on his necklace (“Hey, do you think that it would be too obvious if I wear the one with the nude woman on it?”) and by the time Yamapi finally got him in the car, he felt ready to reach over and throttle his best friend.
Jin mumbled random phrases in English to himself throughout the entire drive, trying to roll the ‘r’s perfectly, and shifting in his seat when the traffic refused to move. And Jin’s fidgeting, his nervous habits were actually making Yamapi anxious as well, but he didn’t really feel like telling Jin off for it. Instead, he just gritted his teeth, and resisted the urge to roll down the windows to get a breath of the fresh, smog-congested Tokyo air.
By some miracle, they managed to get to the shooting site five minutes early, which just gave enough time for them to meet the photographer (“Ah, Akanishi-san! Are you interested in doing a photoshoot with us as well?”) and make some hasty introductions. And then they were whisked away to the dressing room where make-up artists fussed over Yamapi’s skin, fixed his hair, and made him change into a robe. By then, Jin was practically bouncing around.
“Calm down,” Yamapi said finally, although he was finding it difficult to appreciate the irony in the situation.
Jin paused. “I’m calm.”
Yamapi would have said more, but the final call sounded so they were ushered out of the dressing room and onto the set. That was when they bumped into the model.
“Hello,” she said in faintly accented English. “You must be Mr. Yamashita!” She smiled, friendly and warm. “Nice to meet you!” And then she turned to Jin. “And you are…?”
And then the tension melted out of Jin’s body, as if just an hour ago - hell, even ten minutes ago - he wasn’t nervous as hell. “Hello,” he said back in English, his voice bordering on a drawl, a dazzling smile curving his lips, “My name is Akanishi Jin. Nice to meet you.” And then he extended his hand.
“Oh!” She smiled, trying to be professional, but her eyes sparkled with something that looked like interest. “Nice to meet you too!” And then she shook his hand, but allowed hers to linger for a moment more than was necessary.
Unexpectedly, Yamapi found himself very annoyed at this exchange, even though he knew for a fact this was the entire point Jin even came with him today. If he weren’t so irritated by it, he would have been amazed at how efficiently Jin shrouded himself in confidence, conjured it out of thin air. Eyeing their linked hands, he was about to say something -
“Okay, let’s get started,” the photographer said, “I think that we should start with the most time-consuming scene first, the shower one, and then move on from there. Akanishi-san, please go and take a seat at the snack table.”
“Have a nice shoot,” Jin said, his voice low. Patting Yamapi on the shoulder, he made his way to the snack table.
She stared after Jin, looking slightly dazed. “Umm…” Then she visually shook herself and smiled at Yamapi. “Let’s have a good shoot today, shall we?”
Yamapi tried to smile back, but his facial muscles were not cooperating. Plus, all he could think about was Jin, who had sat down at the table to the side. While his fingers were playing with a plastic cup, his eyes were fastened upon them, gaze unwavering, as if he could decipher the secrets of the universe by staring long enough.
“Ready?”
Not really. “Yeah.” And then Yamapi tugged on the sash of his robe, pushed the light material off his shoulders, and let it whisper its way to the ground.
The lights in the rest of the studio were low so Jin was practically obscured in shadows, but they were on at full maximum where the pictures were being taken, and Jin wished that they weren’t. Steam rose off the ground in waves and the water was running over Yamapi and the model, but that did nothing to help Jin’s situation. Jin had come to the photoshoot with a mission. He was supposed to meet some gorgeous chicks. He was supposed to dazzle them with his English. He was supposed to stare at the model that Yamapi was working with (who was quite pretty and had great legs).
He was not supposed to stare at Yamapi.
And no matter how much he told himself that, reminded himself of his agenda, and repeated to himself that Yamapi was his best friend, he still couldn’t pull his eyes away. He had seen Yamapi naked before, it was no big deal, really, but there was something intangibly different now. Yamapi was awkward, true, and his mouth was moving, probably muttering embarrassed apologies to her and the staff when the photographer kept on insisting that he “loosen up,” but there was something about the way his hands move across her skin, almost as if he was afraid she’d break, the tilt of his head when he pulled her into a clumsy embrace, and whatever it was, it compelled Jin to continue watching. And watching wasn’t really a big deal, except fuck, his body was a traitor of the highest order and was reacting in ways that Jin didn’t really want to think about because it wasn’t really the way that her fingers danced across his shoulder blades, but rather, the line of his shoulders itself, and it wasn’t the way her lips were flecked with drops of water from the shower, but his. And the water, it was sliding down Yamapi’s back, his hair dusted with the mist, and -
And then Yamapi shook his head, sending droplets flying, and Jin lost his train of thought.
Author: x_caesura @ devetir
Pairing: Pin
Rating: PG-13... so far
Author's note: This was written for the 1 Hour Fic Challenge, but I'm exceptionally fail at this so I didn't actually get to any porn yet.
The other participants (who did far better than I did):
artemisgoddess | bloodybrilliant | goldengutgirl | grunhilda | jackoweskla | karinberry | pearljemz | procreational | tinyangl | tokyostory | travelingpsycho | shichihenge
When Jin found out that Yamapi was going to have a photoshoot in AnAn, he almost completely upended the bowl of caramel popcorn he was eating from.
“AnAn magazine?!” Jin’s voice scaled several notches as he stared at Yamapi dumbfounded, completely oblivious to the popcorn kernels all over his pants, the couch, and the floor. “The magazine with all of the foreign naked models?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Yamapi said, waving his hand, as if it didn’t even matter to him that he was going to be doing really suggestive poses on camera with some sexy, gorgeous babe... totally naked.
Jin made a strange strangled sound in the back of his throat and then jumped up from the couch, sending pieces of popcorn all over the place. He grabbed Yamapi’s hand, his face aglow with excitement, eyes bright with it. “PI, YOU MUST TAKE ME WITH YOU TO THE PHOTOSHOOT!” he announced.
Yamapi blinked, caught off-guard by the outburst, and could only manage to say intelligently, “Wha? I mean… what?”
“Come on! Am I your best friend or what?” A hint of impatience crept into Jin’s voice. “Take me with you!”
“But - but you’ll be bored. And there’s nothing there for you to do other than - ” And then Yamapi narrowed his eyes, finally getting it. “Oh, I see. You just want to come along because there will be naked girls.”
“Pffft, of course.” Jin rolled his eyes. He released Yamapi’s hand. “And besides, how can anybody be bored when there are girls taking off their clothes?”
Yamapi looked pensive, as if he were honestly considering the question, and then laughed, if only a bit awkwardly. “No, I guess that it’s impossible then, to be a bored in a room full of naked people.”
“Yep! So it’s decided then? That I’m coming with you?”
“Sure.” And then Yamapi smiled, but the timing was wrong, as if the gesture was an afterthought, but Jin didn’t notice, too caught up in his fantasies of dressing rooms and beautiful women with perfect bodies.
For the entire week before the photoshoot, Jin played his Western music, blaring his Justin Timberlake, Eminem, and Timbaland so loudly that the residents two floors above them complained.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Yamapi had screeched with his hands clasped over his ears when he came home one day to find that Jin had tinkered with Yamapi’s brand-new state-of-the-art entertainment system, cranking the volume as high as it would go. The ground was trembling slightly from the bass, but Jin didn’t notice; he was too busy dancing, trapped in the moment, his eyes closed and fingers in his hair as he swayed from side to side.
“Baby, it’s alright now, you ain’t gotta flaunt for meeeee…” the stereo wailed.
Yamapi quickly turned it off.
“Oh! Pi!” Jin said cheerfully, turning around. “I didn’t hear you come in!”
“Well, obviously! You had the music on so loud that I can hear it from the elevator down the hall!” Yamapi threw his bag onto the floor, irritated. “What the hell are you doing?!”
“I’m studying!” Jin answered happily.
Yamapi faltered. “You’re what?”
“Studying!” Jin hit the ‘play’ button and music filled the apartment once more. “For the photoshoot!” He sauntered up to Yamapi, grabbing him by the hands. “Come on, dance with me!” And then he began dancing again, the line of his body fluid, flowing like an unfinished sentence.
Yamapi wasn’t really in the mood, but Jin’s energy was infectious and the rhythm of the song was pretty good, and soon, both of them were laughing, moving to the beat while the vocalist sang about how they can work without the perks, just the two of them.
Jin was more nervous than Yamapi when the day of the photoshoot finally came. For one thing, he nearly made them late because he spent an hour trying to pick the right clothes to wear (“Look, Pi, you just don’t care because you’re going to be taking yours off, okay?”) and then another thirty minutes on his necklace (“Hey, do you think that it would be too obvious if I wear the one with the nude woman on it?”) and by the time Yamapi finally got him in the car, he felt ready to reach over and throttle his best friend.
Jin mumbled random phrases in English to himself throughout the entire drive, trying to roll the ‘r’s perfectly, and shifting in his seat when the traffic refused to move. And Jin’s fidgeting, his nervous habits were actually making Yamapi anxious as well, but he didn’t really feel like telling Jin off for it. Instead, he just gritted his teeth, and resisted the urge to roll down the windows to get a breath of the fresh, smog-congested Tokyo air.
By some miracle, they managed to get to the shooting site five minutes early, which just gave enough time for them to meet the photographer (“Ah, Akanishi-san! Are you interested in doing a photoshoot with us as well?”) and make some hasty introductions. And then they were whisked away to the dressing room where make-up artists fussed over Yamapi’s skin, fixed his hair, and made him change into a robe. By then, Jin was practically bouncing around.
“Calm down,” Yamapi said finally, although he was finding it difficult to appreciate the irony in the situation.
Jin paused. “I’m calm.”
Yamapi would have said more, but the final call sounded so they were ushered out of the dressing room and onto the set. That was when they bumped into the model.
“Hello,” she said in faintly accented English. “You must be Mr. Yamashita!” She smiled, friendly and warm. “Nice to meet you!” And then she turned to Jin. “And you are…?”
And then the tension melted out of Jin’s body, as if just an hour ago - hell, even ten minutes ago - he wasn’t nervous as hell. “Hello,” he said back in English, his voice bordering on a drawl, a dazzling smile curving his lips, “My name is Akanishi Jin. Nice to meet you.” And then he extended his hand.
“Oh!” She smiled, trying to be professional, but her eyes sparkled with something that looked like interest. “Nice to meet you too!” And then she shook his hand, but allowed hers to linger for a moment more than was necessary.
Unexpectedly, Yamapi found himself very annoyed at this exchange, even though he knew for a fact this was the entire point Jin even came with him today. If he weren’t so irritated by it, he would have been amazed at how efficiently Jin shrouded himself in confidence, conjured it out of thin air. Eyeing their linked hands, he was about to say something -
“Okay, let’s get started,” the photographer said, “I think that we should start with the most time-consuming scene first, the shower one, and then move on from there. Akanishi-san, please go and take a seat at the snack table.”
“Have a nice shoot,” Jin said, his voice low. Patting Yamapi on the shoulder, he made his way to the snack table.
She stared after Jin, looking slightly dazed. “Umm…” Then she visually shook herself and smiled at Yamapi. “Let’s have a good shoot today, shall we?”
Yamapi tried to smile back, but his facial muscles were not cooperating. Plus, all he could think about was Jin, who had sat down at the table to the side. While his fingers were playing with a plastic cup, his eyes were fastened upon them, gaze unwavering, as if he could decipher the secrets of the universe by staring long enough.
“Ready?”
Not really. “Yeah.” And then Yamapi tugged on the sash of his robe, pushed the light material off his shoulders, and let it whisper its way to the ground.
The lights in the rest of the studio were low so Jin was practically obscured in shadows, but they were on at full maximum where the pictures were being taken, and Jin wished that they weren’t. Steam rose off the ground in waves and the water was running over Yamapi and the model, but that did nothing to help Jin’s situation. Jin had come to the photoshoot with a mission. He was supposed to meet some gorgeous chicks. He was supposed to dazzle them with his English. He was supposed to stare at the model that Yamapi was working with (who was quite pretty and had great legs).
He was not supposed to stare at Yamapi.
And no matter how much he told himself that, reminded himself of his agenda, and repeated to himself that Yamapi was his best friend, he still couldn’t pull his eyes away. He had seen Yamapi naked before, it was no big deal, really, but there was something intangibly different now. Yamapi was awkward, true, and his mouth was moving, probably muttering embarrassed apologies to her and the staff when the photographer kept on insisting that he “loosen up,” but there was something about the way his hands move across her skin, almost as if he was afraid she’d break, the tilt of his head when he pulled her into a clumsy embrace, and whatever it was, it compelled Jin to continue watching. And watching wasn’t really a big deal, except fuck, his body was a traitor of the highest order and was reacting in ways that Jin didn’t really want to think about because it wasn’t really the way that her fingers danced across his shoulder blades, but rather, the line of his shoulders itself, and it wasn’t the way her lips were flecked with drops of water from the shower, but his. And the water, it was sliding down Yamapi’s back, his hair dusted with the mist, and -
And then Yamapi shook his head, sending droplets flying, and Jin lost his train of thought.