Fic: All This Gold Beneath My Skin (1/1) PG-13
JE/Jdorama Crossover
Title: All This Gold Beneath My Skin (1/1)
Pairing: Ishida Yuya/Kamenashi Kazuya
Genre: RPF/Sapuri Crossover, slash
Rating: PG 13?
Wordcount: 1325
Summary: Yuya and Kame engage in a little fruity foreplay.
A/N: A sequel to "All of the Dreaming Goes On"," for everyone who loved the oranges. [Written directly into LJ!]
"So what's up with the oranges?" Kame asked slowly, as he shifted beneath Yuya, his motion eliciting a non-verbal, "Mmmf," of appreciation.
"What?" Yuya queried as he finished depositing kisses on Kame's closed, trembling eyelids.
"The whole apartment smells like oranges."
"Oh. That."
They were lying together on the couch in the living room, sunlight covering them in warmth, while steaming cups of tea languished on the table by the kitchen. Yuya was messily but comfortably sprawled against Kame, one leg thrown over his hip, and Kame no longer remembered how they had ended up here. He distantly recalled something about Yuya slipping one hand under Kame's pajama top to slide against the warm skin of his waist, and then...somehow they had landed on the couch. Kame didn't care. Who could care about how when there was a beautiful, loving boy curved against him, fingertips caressing his face while soft lips danced from one feature to the next in delicate, glancing blows of tenderness?
Kame smiled into Yuya's mouth. "I like this."
"Do you?"
"Mmmmhmmmm." He rubbed his cheek against Yuya's who buried his face against Kame's neck.
"I wish you had more days off," Yuya murmured. "I miss you when you're always working late."
"Me, too," Kame said quietly, hearing the wistfulness in Yuya's voice. "This feels good. It almost feels like a normal life. Waking up with you...having breakfast with you...it just feels good." Kame spoke slowly, realizing the truth of his words as they tumbled out. "I miss you, too," Kame continued. And he really did. He left in the morning for work, and he was beginning to find it hard to concentrate when thoughts of coming home to Yuya overwhelmed everything else.
"Close your eyes," Yuya said needlessly since Kame's eyes were already closed, his lips curved in a smile. The smile slipped a little when he felt Yuya move away.
"Where are you going?" he asked plaintively. "Come back!"
Yuya only chuckled a little in response, and Kame could hear the sound retreating. Several minutes later, Kame felt Yuya return, but he resolutely kept his eyes closed.
"Okay," Yuya said and there was the hint of teasing in his voice, which sent a delicious tingle through Kame. "Make sure you keep your eyes closed."
Kame nodded, and he felt Yuya settle into position, thighs straddling him snugly, pressing him down into the couch. He licked his lips and waited.
The scent of oranges suddenly filled the air, bursting over him, and he even thought he felt a faint, gentle mist. His forehead crinkled in puzzlement. He opened his mouth to say something, but Yuya simply said, "Shhhh." Kame subsided.
"Just wait."
Kame nodded, lips parted in anticipation. His skin literally hummed with a buzzing sensation that spread from his scalp to his fingertips, and his hands itched to hold Yuya close to him and for them both to simply melt into the couch. Then he felt something wet brush his mouth and a sweet bright, citrusy taste exploded over his tongue. He opened his mouth a little wider as Yuya deposited a broken section of fruit into his mouth. Kame smiled as he chewed slowly and swallowed, but Yuya's fingers lingered on his mouth, stroking juice liberally over and around his lips with citrus-wet fingers.
"Clementines," Yuya said softly, and Kame opened his eyes to find Yuya staring down at him with an odd, tender expression. "Not just oranges. They're clementines." He bent his head slowly and began to lick at Kame's mouth.
Kame's breathing faltered for a moment from the heart-stopping tenderness of Yuya's tongue as it slowly, slowly lapped at him. Kame closed his eyes and gave in to the sudden rush of heat that flushed through him.
Yuya withdrew after a few minutes, and Kame could have cried from the loss. He seized Yuya's hand and brought the still-wet fingers to his mouth, licking the sweet orangey juice from each digit. He felt Yuya's eyes on him, and boldly he stared up while he sucked on one sticky forefinger. Yuya reached away toward the coffee table with his other hand and brought something close.
"Open your mouth, Kazu-chan," Yuya said. When Kame did, Yuya deposited a morsel of cake inside with his fingers. "This is what I made for you last night..."
Kame savored the delicious orange-and-almond flavored cake, not looking away from Yuya's sunlit brown eyes.
"How?" Kame asked as his hands slid under Yuya's pajama top and drifted upward caressingly.
Yuya smiled. He understood, and complied with the unspoken request in Kame's eyes.
"First," he replied, "I boiled five whole clementine oranges for two hours." Yuya's fingers traced more juice over Kame's mouth, and again, he bent to lick the sticky sweetness away. Kame propped himself up on one elbow and he pushed up against Yuya this time, capturing him in a kiss that began sweetly but ended when Yuya, breathing unevenly, at last had to pull away to continue.
"And then-
"Yes?" Kame prompted, fixing his twin with a slightly wicked smile. This time he deliberately licked his lips, eyes clinging to Yuya's, and admiring the flash of heat that he saw in response.
"Then I chopped the oranges very finely - ahhhhh - and added them to the cake batter. Stop that."
"Stop what?" Kame asked innocently as one of his hands disappeared up Yuya's pajama top and found a sensitive spot on the body that so resembled his own. Yuya pushed another morsel of cake at Kame's lips, but he was beginning to squirm against Kame's hips from the teasing brush of a single thumb, flicking at him.
"That," Yuya answered, and then gasped while Kame grinned up at him, satisfied as Yuya's eyes squeezed shut.
"Mmmm," Kame said with a tiny smile. "Is it me, or is it getting hot in here?" He reached one arm to the coffee table where Yuya had cake and clementine sections arranged on a plate. He plucked a single section and bit off half of it, enjoying the tart-sweet burst of sunshine in his mouth, and then he pushed the other half against Yuya's mouth, smearing the fruit messily over and around Yuya's lips until he finally slipped the fruit inside. And then he pulled Yuya down.
Yuya collapsed on top of him gracefully, and Kame tumbled him against the back of the couch so they were both on their sides, limbs tangled together, facing each other, and Kame licked hungrily at Yuya now, tasting the juice and bits of fruit that he'd smashed against Yuya's mouth. It was beginning to be hard to keep it slow and teasing as he felt Yuya open beneath his lips and they were suddenly falling together into frantic, sticky breathlessness.
***
"Do you like the oranges?" Yuya asked later, when there was less, much less fabric between them, and fruit was smeared in impossible, unspeakable places. He wiped the back of one hand across his mouth, in a motion that was both innocent yet deliciously obscene, but Kame was no longer capable of speech. His body still shuddered from a thousand tiny electrifying aftershocks, and Yuya looked thoroughly pleased with himself.
Kame struggled to come back to himself and focus on Yuya who was now moving back up to snuggle against him, pressing his face into Kame's neck and nibbling at him contentedly.
This is happiness, Kame thought, and he shifted to press them closer together, and placed his lips close to Yuya's ear. Something sharp and sweet burst in his chest and he wondered why this couldn't last forever.
"I like the oranges," he agreed, "and I like the cake." He felt Yuya shiver as Kame gently licked and sucked on one earlobe.
"But," he continued, as his arms wound around the beautiful boy who was his mirror and held him nearer still. "But," he whispered with a catch in his throat. "I think I love you."
FIN
Recipe for Nigella Lawson's Clementine Cake
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Title: All This Gold Beneath My Skin (1/1)
Pairing: Ishida Yuya/Kamenashi Kazuya
Genre: RPF/Sapuri Crossover, slash
Rating: PG 13?
Wordcount: 1325
Summary: Yuya and Kame engage in a little fruity foreplay.
A/N: A sequel to "All of the Dreaming Goes On"," for everyone who loved the oranges. [Written directly into LJ!]
"So what's up with the oranges?" Kame asked slowly, as he shifted beneath Yuya, his motion eliciting a non-verbal, "Mmmf," of appreciation.
"What?" Yuya queried as he finished depositing kisses on Kame's closed, trembling eyelids.
"The whole apartment smells like oranges."
"Oh. That."
They were lying together on the couch in the living room, sunlight covering them in warmth, while steaming cups of tea languished on the table by the kitchen. Yuya was messily but comfortably sprawled against Kame, one leg thrown over his hip, and Kame no longer remembered how they had ended up here. He distantly recalled something about Yuya slipping one hand under Kame's pajama top to slide against the warm skin of his waist, and then...somehow they had landed on the couch. Kame didn't care. Who could care about how when there was a beautiful, loving boy curved against him, fingertips caressing his face while soft lips danced from one feature to the next in delicate, glancing blows of tenderness?
Kame smiled into Yuya's mouth. "I like this."
"Do you?"
"Mmmmhmmmm." He rubbed his cheek against Yuya's who buried his face against Kame's neck.
"I wish you had more days off," Yuya murmured. "I miss you when you're always working late."
"Me, too," Kame said quietly, hearing the wistfulness in Yuya's voice. "This feels good. It almost feels like a normal life. Waking up with you...having breakfast with you...it just feels good." Kame spoke slowly, realizing the truth of his words as they tumbled out. "I miss you, too," Kame continued. And he really did. He left in the morning for work, and he was beginning to find it hard to concentrate when thoughts of coming home to Yuya overwhelmed everything else.
"Close your eyes," Yuya said needlessly since Kame's eyes were already closed, his lips curved in a smile. The smile slipped a little when he felt Yuya move away.
"Where are you going?" he asked plaintively. "Come back!"
Yuya only chuckled a little in response, and Kame could hear the sound retreating. Several minutes later, Kame felt Yuya return, but he resolutely kept his eyes closed.
"Okay," Yuya said and there was the hint of teasing in his voice, which sent a delicious tingle through Kame. "Make sure you keep your eyes closed."
Kame nodded, and he felt Yuya settle into position, thighs straddling him snugly, pressing him down into the couch. He licked his lips and waited.
The scent of oranges suddenly filled the air, bursting over him, and he even thought he felt a faint, gentle mist. His forehead crinkled in puzzlement. He opened his mouth to say something, but Yuya simply said, "Shhhh." Kame subsided.
"Just wait."
Kame nodded, lips parted in anticipation. His skin literally hummed with a buzzing sensation that spread from his scalp to his fingertips, and his hands itched to hold Yuya close to him and for them both to simply melt into the couch. Then he felt something wet brush his mouth and a sweet bright, citrusy taste exploded over his tongue. He opened his mouth a little wider as Yuya deposited a broken section of fruit into his mouth. Kame smiled as he chewed slowly and swallowed, but Yuya's fingers lingered on his mouth, stroking juice liberally over and around his lips with citrus-wet fingers.
"Clementines," Yuya said softly, and Kame opened his eyes to find Yuya staring down at him with an odd, tender expression. "Not just oranges. They're clementines." He bent his head slowly and began to lick at Kame's mouth.
Kame's breathing faltered for a moment from the heart-stopping tenderness of Yuya's tongue as it slowly, slowly lapped at him. Kame closed his eyes and gave in to the sudden rush of heat that flushed through him.
Yuya withdrew after a few minutes, and Kame could have cried from the loss. He seized Yuya's hand and brought the still-wet fingers to his mouth, licking the sweet orangey juice from each digit. He felt Yuya's eyes on him, and boldly he stared up while he sucked on one sticky forefinger. Yuya reached away toward the coffee table with his other hand and brought something close.
"Open your mouth, Kazu-chan," Yuya said. When Kame did, Yuya deposited a morsel of cake inside with his fingers. "This is what I made for you last night..."
Kame savored the delicious orange-and-almond flavored cake, not looking away from Yuya's sunlit brown eyes.
"How?" Kame asked as his hands slid under Yuya's pajama top and drifted upward caressingly.
Yuya smiled. He understood, and complied with the unspoken request in Kame's eyes.
"First," he replied, "I boiled five whole clementine oranges for two hours." Yuya's fingers traced more juice over Kame's mouth, and again, he bent to lick the sticky sweetness away. Kame propped himself up on one elbow and he pushed up against Yuya this time, capturing him in a kiss that began sweetly but ended when Yuya, breathing unevenly, at last had to pull away to continue.
"And then-
"Yes?" Kame prompted, fixing his twin with a slightly wicked smile. This time he deliberately licked his lips, eyes clinging to Yuya's, and admiring the flash of heat that he saw in response.
"Then I chopped the oranges very finely - ahhhhh - and added them to the cake batter. Stop that."
"Stop what?" Kame asked innocently as one of his hands disappeared up Yuya's pajama top and found a sensitive spot on the body that so resembled his own. Yuya pushed another morsel of cake at Kame's lips, but he was beginning to squirm against Kame's hips from the teasing brush of a single thumb, flicking at him.
"That," Yuya answered, and then gasped while Kame grinned up at him, satisfied as Yuya's eyes squeezed shut.
"Mmmm," Kame said with a tiny smile. "Is it me, or is it getting hot in here?" He reached one arm to the coffee table where Yuya had cake and clementine sections arranged on a plate. He plucked a single section and bit off half of it, enjoying the tart-sweet burst of sunshine in his mouth, and then he pushed the other half against Yuya's mouth, smearing the fruit messily over and around Yuya's lips until he finally slipped the fruit inside. And then he pulled Yuya down.
Yuya collapsed on top of him gracefully, and Kame tumbled him against the back of the couch so they were both on their sides, limbs tangled together, facing each other, and Kame licked hungrily at Yuya now, tasting the juice and bits of fruit that he'd smashed against Yuya's mouth. It was beginning to be hard to keep it slow and teasing as he felt Yuya open beneath his lips and they were suddenly falling together into frantic, sticky breathlessness.
***
"Do you like the oranges?" Yuya asked later, when there was less, much less fabric between them, and fruit was smeared in impossible, unspeakable places. He wiped the back of one hand across his mouth, in a motion that was both innocent yet deliciously obscene, but Kame was no longer capable of speech. His body still shuddered from a thousand tiny electrifying aftershocks, and Yuya looked thoroughly pleased with himself.
Kame struggled to come back to himself and focus on Yuya who was now moving back up to snuggle against him, pressing his face into Kame's neck and nibbling at him contentedly.
This is happiness, Kame thought, and he shifted to press them closer together, and placed his lips close to Yuya's ear. Something sharp and sweet burst in his chest and he wondered why this couldn't last forever.
"I like the oranges," he agreed, "and I like the cake." He felt Yuya shiver as Kame gently licked and sucked on one earlobe.
"But," he continued, as his arms wound around the beautiful boy who was his mirror and held him nearer still. "But," he whispered with a catch in his throat. "I think I love you."
FIN
Recipe for Nigella Lawson's Clementine Cake
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