Feel and Enjoy
Title - Feel and Enjoy
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - NC-17 (to be safe)
Word Count - 2,033
Pairing - Gackt x Jon
Characters - Gackt, Jon
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Jon is musing on his relationship with Gackt.
“You’re such an exhibitionist. You do know that, right G?”
Gackt’s only answer was a self satisfied smirk and an over enthusiastic and decidedly showy roll of his hips. Point proven.
They were in the bedroom of Jon’s modest apartment. It was unusual for them to be at Jon’s place as their times together usually happened in hotel rooms or Gackt’s lavish house, but Jon decided that he liked having Gackt in his apartment. To begin with he’d been worried that Gackt would find fault with his simple, only room for one person home, but Gackt had poured over the framed photos that brightened his living room, complimented his choice in monochrome home furnishings and stated that he hoped Jon’s bed was as sturdy as it was comfortable.
They were testing the sturdiness of Jon’s bed in a very effective way, Jon thought.
It was Gackt’s first time in his apartment and Gackt had been determined to make it memorable, although Jon doubted he’d ever be able to look at his bed again without thinking “I fucked Gackt in that”. The cloud of Platinum Egoiste that followed Gackt everywhere would be reminder enough and Jon expected to still be able to smell it in six months time. Jon wasn’t complaining though, and hoped it might be even longer if he could talk Gackt into coming to his apartment again.
That probably wouldn’t be that difficult though, Jon mused. Gackt had taken great joy in being able to fuck Jon in Jon’s apartment and had controlled the evening ever since they’d finished off that second bottle of wine. Jon wasn’t complaining about that either, because Gackt taking control meant Gackt putting on a show and as Gackt’s show tonight consisted of throwing Jon down onto the mattress, climbing into his lap and riding him Jon didn’t feel he had anything to complain about.
From Jon’s viewpoint of lying flat on his back, arms lazily stretched above his head as Gackt rhythmically moved up and down on his cock, Gackt looked stunning. The other singer always did when they had sex though as the sweat, mussed hair and flush that spread down Gackt’s chest just seemed to make Gackt’s beautiful body shine that little bit more. Jon was pretty sure that he always looked like an extra from a zombie movie during sex, but Gackt seemed to like it anyway.
Gackt was watching him, his fake grey eyes burning holes into Jon’s hazel ones and commanding Jon’s attention. Not that Jon could possibly look anywhere else. The white ceiling, off cream walls and pile of dirty clothes in the corner he’d yet to sort through looked even duller when they were in the same room as Gackt.
Gackt arched his back, his already flat stomach and hard abdominals becoming even flatter and harder due to the action and Jon couldn’t help but stare. He had a slight fixation with Gackt’s stomach - with how soft the skin was despite Gackt’s training, how smooth it was to touch despite the bruises and scratch marks from sparring and how deep and perfectly formed his belly button was. The other singer had allowed Jon to eat ice cream off his stomach once, vanilla of course, and it had been both one of the most erotic experiences of Jon’s life and one of the most fun. Erotic because, well, he was licking ice cream from Gackt’s stomach, and funny because Gackt’s groans of pleasure were almost lost amongst his uncharacteristic high pitched shrieks due to the coldness and his constant warnings to not get any on his expensive, made to order bed sheets.
Just thinking of it made Jon smile… and made his blood pump faster.
Sex with Gackt was always fun because the man was willing to try anything. Jon only had to ask, and it would happen. Jon had begin to wonder why Gackt was so willing to fulfil his requests and make him happy without ever offering any suggestions of his own, but Jon put it down to Gackt’s love of good sex shining through. Gackt was also well aware that Jon had never been with a man before and that in fact, Jon had never even been attracted to one before him, and Jon was thankful that he had such a wonderful partner who was eager to both please and experiment.
Gackt was acting the show man again. His right hand travelled down his throat and across the chest Jon loved to claim as a pillow during that blissful afterglow. Of course Gackt knew that Jon loved the feel of his chest underneath Jon’s head or hands and made a great show of tracing those muscled curves before harshly pinching his own nipples. Jon knew that that action had been for Gackt’s own benefit as much as his own as one of the first things Jon had discovered about Gackt’s body was how sensitive his nipples were. Gackt’s nipples were another part of Gackt’s body that Jon had an unnatural fixation with but Jon was starting to think that maybe, he just had a fixation with Gackt.
“All the world’s a stage, huh?” Jon said with a sly smile.
Gackt smirked again, his eyes hazed over with lust and self satisfaction, and stopped pinching his nipples. Instead, he took the middle finger of his right hand and pushed it past his own kiss bruised lips, sucking on the digit, moving it in and out and never once breaking eye contact with Jon.
Jon couldn’t remember the first time Gackt had sucked him off. It wasn’t really any different from being sucked off by a woman so it wasn’t one of those milestones that stuck out in his mind the same way their first kiss or fuck did. Gackt was good at it, although Jon wished that the other singer wouldn’t grip his thighs quite as tightly. He was running out of excuses for the bruises.
Jon did, however, remember the first time he sucked Gackt off. It had taken some time and some not so subtle hints from Gackt before he finally attempted it and he found that his mental image of what it meant to get on his knees did not match up to the reality. He’d seen it as a submissive gesture, something only women did and he was no woman. But when Gackt had finally sweet talked him into trying, thanks to promises of many nights of Gackt bending over for him and one too many vodkas, Jon had realised how wrong he had been. The control was his - even when Gackt was gripping his hair and trying to influence his movements, Gackt was completely at his mercy. Gackt’s thighs were quivering because of him. Gackt’s breath was escaping in rapid pants because of him. Gackt, and his pleasure were completely owned by Jon and Jon liked that.
A lot.
Of all the lessons Jon had learnt from Gackt during the several months of their encounters, Jon thought that the most important one was that control was a subjective term. Take now, for instance. Gackt was the one with his long legs spread, groans spilling from his mouth as he braced his hands on Jon’s chest and swiftly moved up and down on Jon’s cock in long, drawn out movements. Jon was the one whose cock was entering a warm and willing body and finding pleasure there.
But, Jon was under no illusion that he had any control here. Gackt was in charge, Gackt was calling the shots and the fact that Gackt had chosen to be fucked in such a visually erotic way that made Jon desperately try to remember every detail so that he’d have something to hold onto during those cold and lonely nights in the future, just made it that much hotter.
There were times, of course, when Gackt had given up control in every sense of the word. Jon had even managed to tie Gackt up and handcuff him on a couple of memorable occasions, but Jon thought that he liked this balance of power better. He got to fuck Gackt, and Gackt got to be the strong, powerful control freak that had turned Jon’s head in the first place.
Win-win.
Although, if Jon was truthful, it hadn’t been Gackt’s over bearing strength and personality that had first caught Jon’s eye. No, it had been the man’s prettiness. They’d met over a glass of wine at a mutual friend’s party and Jon had been both confused and intrigued by the pretty long black hair, the pretty eyeliner coated eyes and the pretty glossed lips that had smiled at him. Jon had been in the Japanese music industry long enough to have met enough heavily made up pretty band men to last him a lifetime, but Gackt was in a totally different league.
To Jon, at least.
Gackt was pretty when he spoke, stunning when he smiled and beautiful when he slept, but he was nothing short of perfection when his mouth dropped open, his hazy eyes fell shut and he uttered Jon’s name as he came. Jon suspected that his own attractiveness changed from zombie movie extra to hideous, lock up-the-women-and-children monster when he came, but for some odd reason, Gackt always tried to watch him all the same.
Fucking Gackt had done wonders for Jon’s ego.
The post-sex cuddling was always something Jon enjoyed and he took his usual position, head pressed against Gackt’s chest, arm draped around Gackt’s waist and leg tangled in-between Gackt’s impossibly long legs that always felt so good wrapped around his waist. Jon had been nursing a headache, not an orgasm when he’d first been gently coaxed into using Gackt as a pillow by the man himself. If Jon’s head hadn’t have been exploding in blinding pain he probably would have resisted the gesture, but as it was he consented meekly and had found that he enjoyed the feel of Gackt’s arms around him and his battered fingers lightly stroking his hair. It hadn’t cured the pain, but it had been the most pleasurable headache he’d suffered in his life.
Jon had long since given up trying to explain exactly why he loved lying in Gackt’s arms like this. It was comfortable, it was warm and it was soothing - the perfect way to relax after Gackt had made his body scream - but it was also familiar, gentle and close. Jon liked Gackt as a friend, a work colleague and someone he could learn from. Maybe, on some level, Jon even loved Gackt, in the same way he’d come to love all of those crazy band members he’d toured Europe and Japan with, but it wasn’t the same kind of love that usually resulted in being held and having his hair petted.
No, that was a different kind of love and Jon knew it was a kind he could never feel for Gackt.
But still, he found himself crawling into Gackt’s arms every time, simply lying in silence and listening to the soothing heart beat of the man next to him until he fell asleep. Gackt never pushed Jon away, kicked him out or made any comment so Jon decided that if Gackt didn’t mind, then why should he?
“Jon?”
Jon lifted his head slightly at the sound of Gackt’s voice. They never normally spoke after they’d finished other than to wish each other goodnight. “Yeah, G?”
“Stop thinking. It’ll only cause trouble.”
Stop thinking. That had been another lesson Jon had leant from Gackt during the first days of their relationship. Don’t think. Don’t consider what this means. Just feel and enjoy.
Jon placed his head back down on Gackt’s chest and shuffled a little closer. “Okay, G,” he answered before swiftly adding, “goodnight.”
“Sleep well,” Gackt answered quietly.
Jon closed his eyes and decided to simply enjoy the feel of the smooth skin beneath his head. He vowed to stop thinking, just like Gackt had asked, but couldn’t help but think when those talented fingers began running through his hair and a light kiss was placed upon his forehead that maybe, Gackt was already doing enough thinking for both of them.
~owari
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - NC-17 (to be safe)
Word Count - 2,033
Pairing - Gackt x Jon
Characters - Gackt, Jon
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Jon is musing on his relationship with Gackt.
“You’re such an exhibitionist. You do know that, right G?”
Gackt’s only answer was a self satisfied smirk and an over enthusiastic and decidedly showy roll of his hips. Point proven.
They were in the bedroom of Jon’s modest apartment. It was unusual for them to be at Jon’s place as their times together usually happened in hotel rooms or Gackt’s lavish house, but Jon decided that he liked having Gackt in his apartment. To begin with he’d been worried that Gackt would find fault with his simple, only room for one person home, but Gackt had poured over the framed photos that brightened his living room, complimented his choice in monochrome home furnishings and stated that he hoped Jon’s bed was as sturdy as it was comfortable.
They were testing the sturdiness of Jon’s bed in a very effective way, Jon thought.
It was Gackt’s first time in his apartment and Gackt had been determined to make it memorable, although Jon doubted he’d ever be able to look at his bed again without thinking “I fucked Gackt in that”. The cloud of Platinum Egoiste that followed Gackt everywhere would be reminder enough and Jon expected to still be able to smell it in six months time. Jon wasn’t complaining though, and hoped it might be even longer if he could talk Gackt into coming to his apartment again.
That probably wouldn’t be that difficult though, Jon mused. Gackt had taken great joy in being able to fuck Jon in Jon’s apartment and had controlled the evening ever since they’d finished off that second bottle of wine. Jon wasn’t complaining about that either, because Gackt taking control meant Gackt putting on a show and as Gackt’s show tonight consisted of throwing Jon down onto the mattress, climbing into his lap and riding him Jon didn’t feel he had anything to complain about.
From Jon’s viewpoint of lying flat on his back, arms lazily stretched above his head as Gackt rhythmically moved up and down on his cock, Gackt looked stunning. The other singer always did when they had sex though as the sweat, mussed hair and flush that spread down Gackt’s chest just seemed to make Gackt’s beautiful body shine that little bit more. Jon was pretty sure that he always looked like an extra from a zombie movie during sex, but Gackt seemed to like it anyway.
Gackt was watching him, his fake grey eyes burning holes into Jon’s hazel ones and commanding Jon’s attention. Not that Jon could possibly look anywhere else. The white ceiling, off cream walls and pile of dirty clothes in the corner he’d yet to sort through looked even duller when they were in the same room as Gackt.
Gackt arched his back, his already flat stomach and hard abdominals becoming even flatter and harder due to the action and Jon couldn’t help but stare. He had a slight fixation with Gackt’s stomach - with how soft the skin was despite Gackt’s training, how smooth it was to touch despite the bruises and scratch marks from sparring and how deep and perfectly formed his belly button was. The other singer had allowed Jon to eat ice cream off his stomach once, vanilla of course, and it had been both one of the most erotic experiences of Jon’s life and one of the most fun. Erotic because, well, he was licking ice cream from Gackt’s stomach, and funny because Gackt’s groans of pleasure were almost lost amongst his uncharacteristic high pitched shrieks due to the coldness and his constant warnings to not get any on his expensive, made to order bed sheets.
Just thinking of it made Jon smile… and made his blood pump faster.
Sex with Gackt was always fun because the man was willing to try anything. Jon only had to ask, and it would happen. Jon had begin to wonder why Gackt was so willing to fulfil his requests and make him happy without ever offering any suggestions of his own, but Jon put it down to Gackt’s love of good sex shining through. Gackt was also well aware that Jon had never been with a man before and that in fact, Jon had never even been attracted to one before him, and Jon was thankful that he had such a wonderful partner who was eager to both please and experiment.
Gackt was acting the show man again. His right hand travelled down his throat and across the chest Jon loved to claim as a pillow during that blissful afterglow. Of course Gackt knew that Jon loved the feel of his chest underneath Jon’s head or hands and made a great show of tracing those muscled curves before harshly pinching his own nipples. Jon knew that that action had been for Gackt’s own benefit as much as his own as one of the first things Jon had discovered about Gackt’s body was how sensitive his nipples were. Gackt’s nipples were another part of Gackt’s body that Jon had an unnatural fixation with but Jon was starting to think that maybe, he just had a fixation with Gackt.
“All the world’s a stage, huh?” Jon said with a sly smile.
Gackt smirked again, his eyes hazed over with lust and self satisfaction, and stopped pinching his nipples. Instead, he took the middle finger of his right hand and pushed it past his own kiss bruised lips, sucking on the digit, moving it in and out and never once breaking eye contact with Jon.
Jon couldn’t remember the first time Gackt had sucked him off. It wasn’t really any different from being sucked off by a woman so it wasn’t one of those milestones that stuck out in his mind the same way their first kiss or fuck did. Gackt was good at it, although Jon wished that the other singer wouldn’t grip his thighs quite as tightly. He was running out of excuses for the bruises.
Jon did, however, remember the first time he sucked Gackt off. It had taken some time and some not so subtle hints from Gackt before he finally attempted it and he found that his mental image of what it meant to get on his knees did not match up to the reality. He’d seen it as a submissive gesture, something only women did and he was no woman. But when Gackt had finally sweet talked him into trying, thanks to promises of many nights of Gackt bending over for him and one too many vodkas, Jon had realised how wrong he had been. The control was his - even when Gackt was gripping his hair and trying to influence his movements, Gackt was completely at his mercy. Gackt’s thighs were quivering because of him. Gackt’s breath was escaping in rapid pants because of him. Gackt, and his pleasure were completely owned by Jon and Jon liked that.
A lot.
Of all the lessons Jon had learnt from Gackt during the several months of their encounters, Jon thought that the most important one was that control was a subjective term. Take now, for instance. Gackt was the one with his long legs spread, groans spilling from his mouth as he braced his hands on Jon’s chest and swiftly moved up and down on Jon’s cock in long, drawn out movements. Jon was the one whose cock was entering a warm and willing body and finding pleasure there.
But, Jon was under no illusion that he had any control here. Gackt was in charge, Gackt was calling the shots and the fact that Gackt had chosen to be fucked in such a visually erotic way that made Jon desperately try to remember every detail so that he’d have something to hold onto during those cold and lonely nights in the future, just made it that much hotter.
There were times, of course, when Gackt had given up control in every sense of the word. Jon had even managed to tie Gackt up and handcuff him on a couple of memorable occasions, but Jon thought that he liked this balance of power better. He got to fuck Gackt, and Gackt got to be the strong, powerful control freak that had turned Jon’s head in the first place.
Win-win.
Although, if Jon was truthful, it hadn’t been Gackt’s over bearing strength and personality that had first caught Jon’s eye. No, it had been the man’s prettiness. They’d met over a glass of wine at a mutual friend’s party and Jon had been both confused and intrigued by the pretty long black hair, the pretty eyeliner coated eyes and the pretty glossed lips that had smiled at him. Jon had been in the Japanese music industry long enough to have met enough heavily made up pretty band men to last him a lifetime, but Gackt was in a totally different league.
To Jon, at least.
Gackt was pretty when he spoke, stunning when he smiled and beautiful when he slept, but he was nothing short of perfection when his mouth dropped open, his hazy eyes fell shut and he uttered Jon’s name as he came. Jon suspected that his own attractiveness changed from zombie movie extra to hideous, lock up-the-women-and-children monster when he came, but for some odd reason, Gackt always tried to watch him all the same.
Fucking Gackt had done wonders for Jon’s ego.
The post-sex cuddling was always something Jon enjoyed and he took his usual position, head pressed against Gackt’s chest, arm draped around Gackt’s waist and leg tangled in-between Gackt’s impossibly long legs that always felt so good wrapped around his waist. Jon had been nursing a headache, not an orgasm when he’d first been gently coaxed into using Gackt as a pillow by the man himself. If Jon’s head hadn’t have been exploding in blinding pain he probably would have resisted the gesture, but as it was he consented meekly and had found that he enjoyed the feel of Gackt’s arms around him and his battered fingers lightly stroking his hair. It hadn’t cured the pain, but it had been the most pleasurable headache he’d suffered in his life.
Jon had long since given up trying to explain exactly why he loved lying in Gackt’s arms like this. It was comfortable, it was warm and it was soothing - the perfect way to relax after Gackt had made his body scream - but it was also familiar, gentle and close. Jon liked Gackt as a friend, a work colleague and someone he could learn from. Maybe, on some level, Jon even loved Gackt, in the same way he’d come to love all of those crazy band members he’d toured Europe and Japan with, but it wasn’t the same kind of love that usually resulted in being held and having his hair petted.
No, that was a different kind of love and Jon knew it was a kind he could never feel for Gackt.
But still, he found himself crawling into Gackt’s arms every time, simply lying in silence and listening to the soothing heart beat of the man next to him until he fell asleep. Gackt never pushed Jon away, kicked him out or made any comment so Jon decided that if Gackt didn’t mind, then why should he?
“Jon?”
Jon lifted his head slightly at the sound of Gackt’s voice. They never normally spoke after they’d finished other than to wish each other goodnight. “Yeah, G?”
“Stop thinking. It’ll only cause trouble.”
Stop thinking. That had been another lesson Jon had leant from Gackt during the first days of their relationship. Don’t think. Don’t consider what this means. Just feel and enjoy.
Jon placed his head back down on Gackt’s chest and shuffled a little closer. “Okay, G,” he answered before swiftly adding, “goodnight.”
“Sleep well,” Gackt answered quietly.
Jon closed his eyes and decided to simply enjoy the feel of the smooth skin beneath his head. He vowed to stop thinking, just like Gackt had asked, but couldn’t help but think when those talented fingers began running through his hair and a light kiss was placed upon his forehead that maybe, Gackt was already doing enough thinking for both of them.
~owari