An-An For Dummies ∞ JE, *NC-17*
Title: An-An For Dummies
Fandom: JE
Pairing: (Kamenashi Kazuya/)Akanishi Jin/Ueda Tatsuya, Nishikido Ryo, Yamashita Tomohisa
Rating: (barely) NC-17: Penis presence
Warning: Leah Dizon is mentioned. Take appropriate cautionary measures.
Summary: I don't actually know. Jin's jealous and there are pictures but it's KAT-TUN so there's sex.
Notes: Written for the An-An-inspired One-Hour Smut Challenge.
Other participants: artemisgoddess ∞ bloodybrilliant ∞ devetir ∞ goldengutgirl ∞ grunhilda ∞ jackoweskla ∞ karinberry ∞ pearljemz ∞ pinkpapyrus ∞ procreational ∞ tinyangl ∞ travelingpsycho ∞ tokyostory
Not as smutty as usual. Not even close. Maybe I'll write that part later.
"No, sorry, I can't go have lunch with you guys today. Why? I told you, I have a photo-- Yes. They're calling me. I'm hanging up. Bye."
Jin thought his plan was really, really, really good.
"I have a photoshoot~," Ueda repeated in a sing-song voice that reminded Jin of those "Southern Belles" in America. "You're such a liar, Akanishi."
"It's the truth. Sort of."
None of the rest of KAT-TUN thought it was a good idea. Most of them actually fell onto the floor when he suggested it. Ueda, though, got roped in for obvious reasons...
"Guys, hurry up," Kame called from the balcony. "The light angle is good."
...Kame decided to help in the end just for the sheer hilarity of it all.
Jin glanced over into the bright white bathroom, where Ueda stood fanning himself. He was running the fingers of his unoccupied hand through long, curled locks of brown hair.
"It looks like Leah Dizon or something," Ueda said, tugging a curl down. "Except that I actually look..." He turned to the side and pouted into the mirror. "Pretty good."
"Kame," Jin called out as he walked toward the balcony, clad only in a white towel, "remind me never to get Ueda in on anything ever again."
"Heard that," Ueda said calmly.
Kame took the lens cover off the camera. "Come on, guys. Let's get it over with."
Ueda held the red silk robe around his body loosely, looking down from the balcony into the hotel's courtyard. "People are going to see, and I'm going to laugh at you, Jin." As Ueda fanned himself idly, Kame began snapping photos.
Jin moved behind Ueda, one thumb hooked into the edge of his towel as the other brushed over Ueda's arm. "You can shut up now," Jin murmured in Ueda's ear. (A perfect shot, click.)
Kame adjusted his angle a bit. "Touch his hair. Her hair. Leah Dizon."
Jin barely resisted the urge to stomp like a child. "He's not Leah Dizon!"
"Jin," Ueda cooed, "I love it when you speak English. J t'aime."
"That's French," Jin and Kame shot back.
Ueda flipped the curls of the wig and glared back at both of them. (Click.) "I know." Kame cringed at that shot.
"Keep going," Kame urged.
Jin danced his fingers slowly up Ueda's back, tangling loosely in the curls and bringing some near his lips and nose (Clickclick.) before planting a kiss to the back of Ueda's neck.
Ueda made a soft noise of approval. (Kame forgot to press the button.)
Jin's hands slid under the edges of Ueda's scarlet robe and pushed it off his shoulders. Ueda crooked his arms to keep it covering his body, but let Jin embrace him. Their heads were tucked together intimately for a few moments. (Click. Click. Kame thought he heard something.)
Ueda dropped one arm and caressed Jin's thigh. Jin shuddered. (Clickclickclick.)
"Drape shot," Kame said softly. The two "models" turned around, Jin crouching slightly as Ueda draped his body and the edges of the robe over Jin's shoulders. It looked surprisingly natural, Kame thought.
Ueda pressed his lips to Jin's ear (Click.) then looked slowly up at the camera.
...Click.
He ran his hands down Jin's chest and toyed with the edge of the towel. Just as he tugged at it, Kame interrupted--"Switch."
Ueda might have hissed something akin to "fuck you, too," but Kame couldn't be sure.
Jin and Ueda were pressed against each other, one of Ueda's legs hooked up by Jin's hip as Ueda tossed his head back and Kame wondered how the robe kept draping over just the right parts.
"You're pretty convincing," Kame said.
"Trying to be," Ueda replied, pulling his head and body forward, forcing Kame to take a flurry of shots. Their hips were pressed together, and they both grinned.
Jin muttered, eyes fixed on Ueda: "Is that enough shots yet?"
"This was your idea. We're doing you a favor," Kame answered with a sigh.
"Yeah, I know, but I'm..."
Ueda smiled. "Bored?"
"That would be the word, yes." Jin pulled Ueda's leg higher.
Kame blinked at them. "A few more shots. Just do whatever."
::::::
YamaPi looked at his phone strangely before turning to Ryo. "He said he had a photoshoot."
"He's a liar, you know," Ryo said, and YamaPi could only nod in agreement.
"Well, we could always go crash it."
"We don't even know what 'it' is," Ryo reminded him. "Besides, this is celebrating us."
YamaPi put his phone away. "Us being mostly naked in magazines all over Japan?"
Ryo looked smug. "And on the news for it. Something Akanishi hasn't done yet."
"Probably because he's still fat from America," YamaPi added solemnly.
Ryo nodded.
They both burst out laughing and continued down the street.
::::::
They were surprisingly natural for the shots on the futon, too. Kame was a bit worried.
Ueda's movements were fluid, practiced, and Kame really tried hard not to think about why. Jin looked distracted, bored, but he played it up, and Kame really wondered why Bakanishi hadn't managed to weasel his way into an AnAn shoot already.
And, therefore, why they were having to do a fake one for the sake of his bruised ego.
With Ueda.
...It was best not to think about it.
"Okay, Jin, uh..." Kame moved closer and tried to gesture to explain what he wanted them to do. "Jin, move your leg here, kind of push yourself up... And Ueda, push your chest down and head back--yeah, like that." Click. Click.
Ueda's eyes darkened. "Jin, you did that on purpose."
Jin moved slightly. "No, I did that on purpose."
Ueda's head went back again (Click.), then Jin's did (Click.), then Jin dropped his head down to Ueda's shoulder. (Clickclick.)
"It's probably enough now," Kame said, holding the camera down at his chest and staring at his two apparently oblivious bandmates. "Yo, we're done."
"Ah," Jin looked at Kame, eyes half-lidded. "Thanks. You can leave it if you want. I'll take care of it."
Kame blinked. "Ueda?"
"I think we're going to practice for a while, right? That duet part in that new song." Ueda's eyes were closed.
"...You're going to have SEX!"
"Obviously," Ueda sighed. "You can stay, though."
"Eh?"
Jin slid off the futon, naked and unashamed, and approached Kame. "You're wearing too much, anyway. Come on."
"I think... I should go have lunch," Kame said, backing away.
"We'll go have lunch later." Jin tugged at Kame's clothing lazily. "Come on, member-ai. Good for our image."
"Come on, Kame," Ueda purred from the futon.
"You're too enthusiastic about him," Jin mumbled back to Ueda.
"We have to make him feel wanted, or he'll bolt."
"Wait a second!"
Kame's outburst momentarily quieted them both.
"I'll stay, but..."
"But?"
"..........Jin, you are NOT topping me this time."
"Victory!" Ueda laughed, applauding cheerfully.
Jin made quick work of Kame's clothing, and Ueda posing and batting his eyelashes made quick work of Kame's brain.
"I hate you guys," Kame said--with effort--as Ueda's fingers brushed over Kame's thighs and cock, and Jin's tongue danced over Ueda's chest.
"We know," Jin muttered against Ueda's skin. "But you're a slut when you're filming dramas."
"You're easy," Ueda said simply, before taking Kame's hard length between his lips.
With great difficulty, Kame managed a reply: "Is that why you wheedled me into coming to do the photos?"
"No," Jin answered, guiding Kame's hand to his lips. "You actually just take good pictures."
Click.
::::::
"A photoshoot?" YamaPi held up a spread of Jin and some incredibly gorgeous, long-haired model in red.
"You weren't kidding," Ryo said, pulling the spread away from YamaPi to look at it again. "But they spelled your name wrong."
"What?" Jin snatched it away and skimmed frantically. "Akana--... I'll kill him." He tossed the magazine back at the duo and stomped down the hallway. "I will KILL HIM."
Ryo and YamaPi looked at each other, then back at the retreating Jin.
"SOMEBODY GIVE ME NINOMIYA'S PHONE NUMBER. NOW."
YamaPi pulled out another paper. "So, I guess he doesn't know about the tabloids yet, huh?"
Ryo laughed. "Tell him later, once he gets over this part."
These things are damn brutal. Can't keep one coherent thread because single-scening for a whole hour is boring.
Fandom: JE
Pairing: (Kamenashi Kazuya/)Akanishi Jin/Ueda Tatsuya, Nishikido Ryo, Yamashita Tomohisa
Rating: (barely) NC-17: Penis presence
Warning: Leah Dizon is mentioned. Take appropriate cautionary measures.
Summary: I don't actually know. Jin's jealous and there are pictures but it's KAT-TUN so there's sex.
Notes: Written for the An-An-inspired One-Hour Smut Challenge.
Other participants: artemisgoddess ∞ bloodybrilliant ∞ devetir ∞ goldengutgirl ∞ grunhilda ∞ jackoweskla ∞ karinberry ∞ pearljemz ∞ pinkpapyrus ∞ procreational ∞ tinyangl ∞ travelingpsycho ∞ tokyostory
Not as smutty as usual. Not even close. Maybe I'll write that part later.
"No, sorry, I can't go have lunch with you guys today. Why? I told you, I have a photo-- Yes. They're calling me. I'm hanging up. Bye."
Jin thought his plan was really, really, really good.
"I have a photoshoot~," Ueda repeated in a sing-song voice that reminded Jin of those "Southern Belles" in America. "You're such a liar, Akanishi."
"It's the truth. Sort of."
None of the rest of KAT-TUN thought it was a good idea. Most of them actually fell onto the floor when he suggested it. Ueda, though, got roped in for obvious reasons...
"Guys, hurry up," Kame called from the balcony. "The light angle is good."
...Kame decided to help in the end just for the sheer hilarity of it all.
Jin glanced over into the bright white bathroom, where Ueda stood fanning himself. He was running the fingers of his unoccupied hand through long, curled locks of brown hair.
"It looks like Leah Dizon or something," Ueda said, tugging a curl down. "Except that I actually look..." He turned to the side and pouted into the mirror. "Pretty good."
"Kame," Jin called out as he walked toward the balcony, clad only in a white towel, "remind me never to get Ueda in on anything ever again."
"Heard that," Ueda said calmly.
Kame took the lens cover off the camera. "Come on, guys. Let's get it over with."
Ueda held the red silk robe around his body loosely, looking down from the balcony into the hotel's courtyard. "People are going to see, and I'm going to laugh at you, Jin." As Ueda fanned himself idly, Kame began snapping photos.
Jin moved behind Ueda, one thumb hooked into the edge of his towel as the other brushed over Ueda's arm. "You can shut up now," Jin murmured in Ueda's ear. (A perfect shot, click.)
Kame adjusted his angle a bit. "Touch his hair. Her hair. Leah Dizon."
Jin barely resisted the urge to stomp like a child. "He's not Leah Dizon!"
"Jin," Ueda cooed, "I love it when you speak English. J t'aime."
"That's French," Jin and Kame shot back.
Ueda flipped the curls of the wig and glared back at both of them. (Click.) "I know." Kame cringed at that shot.
"Keep going," Kame urged.
Jin danced his fingers slowly up Ueda's back, tangling loosely in the curls and bringing some near his lips and nose (Clickclick.) before planting a kiss to the back of Ueda's neck.
Ueda made a soft noise of approval. (Kame forgot to press the button.)
Jin's hands slid under the edges of Ueda's scarlet robe and pushed it off his shoulders. Ueda crooked his arms to keep it covering his body, but let Jin embrace him. Their heads were tucked together intimately for a few moments. (Click. Click. Kame thought he heard something.)
Ueda dropped one arm and caressed Jin's thigh. Jin shuddered. (Clickclickclick.)
"Drape shot," Kame said softly. The two "models" turned around, Jin crouching slightly as Ueda draped his body and the edges of the robe over Jin's shoulders. It looked surprisingly natural, Kame thought.
Ueda pressed his lips to Jin's ear (Click.) then looked slowly up at the camera.
...Click.
He ran his hands down Jin's chest and toyed with the edge of the towel. Just as he tugged at it, Kame interrupted--"Switch."
Ueda might have hissed something akin to "fuck you, too," but Kame couldn't be sure.
Jin and Ueda were pressed against each other, one of Ueda's legs hooked up by Jin's hip as Ueda tossed his head back and Kame wondered how the robe kept draping over just the right parts.
"You're pretty convincing," Kame said.
"Trying to be," Ueda replied, pulling his head and body forward, forcing Kame to take a flurry of shots. Their hips were pressed together, and they both grinned.
Jin muttered, eyes fixed on Ueda: "Is that enough shots yet?"
"This was your idea. We're doing you a favor," Kame answered with a sigh.
"Yeah, I know, but I'm..."
Ueda smiled. "Bored?"
"That would be the word, yes." Jin pulled Ueda's leg higher.
Kame blinked at them. "A few more shots. Just do whatever."
::::::
YamaPi looked at his phone strangely before turning to Ryo. "He said he had a photoshoot."
"He's a liar, you know," Ryo said, and YamaPi could only nod in agreement.
"Well, we could always go crash it."
"We don't even know what 'it' is," Ryo reminded him. "Besides, this is celebrating us."
YamaPi put his phone away. "Us being mostly naked in magazines all over Japan?"
Ryo looked smug. "And on the news for it. Something Akanishi hasn't done yet."
"Probably because he's still fat from America," YamaPi added solemnly.
Ryo nodded.
They both burst out laughing and continued down the street.
::::::
They were surprisingly natural for the shots on the futon, too. Kame was a bit worried.
Ueda's movements were fluid, practiced, and Kame really tried hard not to think about why. Jin looked distracted, bored, but he played it up, and Kame really wondered why Bakanishi hadn't managed to weasel his way into an AnAn shoot already.
And, therefore, why they were having to do a fake one for the sake of his bruised ego.
With Ueda.
...It was best not to think about it.
"Okay, Jin, uh..." Kame moved closer and tried to gesture to explain what he wanted them to do. "Jin, move your leg here, kind of push yourself up... And Ueda, push your chest down and head back--yeah, like that." Click. Click.
Ueda's eyes darkened. "Jin, you did that on purpose."
Jin moved slightly. "No, I did that on purpose."
Ueda's head went back again (Click.), then Jin's did (Click.), then Jin dropped his head down to Ueda's shoulder. (Clickclick.)
"It's probably enough now," Kame said, holding the camera down at his chest and staring at his two apparently oblivious bandmates. "Yo, we're done."
"Ah," Jin looked at Kame, eyes half-lidded. "Thanks. You can leave it if you want. I'll take care of it."
Kame blinked. "Ueda?"
"I think we're going to practice for a while, right? That duet part in that new song." Ueda's eyes were closed.
"...You're going to have SEX!"
"Obviously," Ueda sighed. "You can stay, though."
"Eh?"
Jin slid off the futon, naked and unashamed, and approached Kame. "You're wearing too much, anyway. Come on."
"I think... I should go have lunch," Kame said, backing away.
"We'll go have lunch later." Jin tugged at Kame's clothing lazily. "Come on, member-ai. Good for our image."
"Come on, Kame," Ueda purred from the futon.
"You're too enthusiastic about him," Jin mumbled back to Ueda.
"We have to make him feel wanted, or he'll bolt."
"Wait a second!"
Kame's outburst momentarily quieted them both.
"I'll stay, but..."
"But?"
"..........Jin, you are NOT topping me this time."
"Victory!" Ueda laughed, applauding cheerfully.
Jin made quick work of Kame's clothing, and Ueda posing and batting his eyelashes made quick work of Kame's brain.
"I hate you guys," Kame said--with effort--as Ueda's fingers brushed over Kame's thighs and cock, and Jin's tongue danced over Ueda's chest.
"We know," Jin muttered against Ueda's skin. "But you're a slut when you're filming dramas."
"You're easy," Ueda said simply, before taking Kame's hard length between his lips.
With great difficulty, Kame managed a reply: "Is that why you wheedled me into coming to do the photos?"
"No," Jin answered, guiding Kame's hand to his lips. "You actually just take good pictures."
Click.
::::::
"A photoshoot?" YamaPi held up a spread of Jin and some incredibly gorgeous, long-haired model in red.
"You weren't kidding," Ryo said, pulling the spread away from YamaPi to look at it again. "But they spelled your name wrong."
"What?" Jin snatched it away and skimmed frantically. "Akana--... I'll kill him." He tossed the magazine back at the duo and stomped down the hallway. "I will KILL HIM."
Ryo and YamaPi looked at each other, then back at the retreating Jin.
"SOMEBODY GIVE ME NINOMIYA'S PHONE NUMBER. NOW."
YamaPi pulled out another paper. "So, I guess he doesn't know about the tabloids yet, huh?"
Ryo laughed. "Tell him later, once he gets over this part."
These things are damn brutal. Can't keep one coherent thread because single-scening for a whole hour is boring.