\nRating\/Warnings<\/b>: NC-17 for the inevitable consequences of Kisumai in eyeliner.
\nSummary<\/b>: It’s just that they don’t get anything done<\/i>, is the problem. Except each other.
\nAN<\/b>: I should tell you exactly what
Six Reasons Yokoo Hates Eyeliner Shoots<\/b><\/p>\n
Yokoo groans internally when he gets the details of the shoot for Bidan<\/i>. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama yawns lazily from beside him. He eyes Fujigaya, who is already babbling about what accessories he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s going to bring, as if just watching Fujigaya makes him tired. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the problem? It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the first time Bidan<\/i>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wanted us, after all, you should be excited. What\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a little eyeliner? We all look hot in it.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Looking hot isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t so much the problem, Yokoo thinks to himself, pursing his lips. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s more that, when eyeliner is involved, Kis-My-Ft2 has some trouble getting anything accomplished.<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Eyeliner!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga exclaims, with more delight than any seventeen-year-old male should shout that. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shouting it at Nikaido, who is the last to arrive at the shoot and is barely halfway through the door of the dressing room. Nikaido gives a wolfish grin in reply and starts immediately towards Senga, then scowls when Fujigaya intercepts him with practiced ease. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No way,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya says, taking Nikaido by the shoulders and spinning him around before pushing him towards Kitayama. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You both need to get dressed first,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya gives a sharp look over his shoulder, and half-dressed Senga heaves a sigh, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153before anybody gets any makeup, and you certainly aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t allowed to do each other\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s again.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tackey liked it!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga whines, and Fujigaya digs his fingers into Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulders a little deeper. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ow, quit it!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido slaps Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hands away. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t pinch me! He told me to do it! He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the one who kept saying he wanted it thicker.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth curls into a smirk. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You know, that he wanted more and\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sit!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya shoves Nikaido into a chair beside Kitayama before turning on his heel in a swirl of stripey scarf to march back over to Senga and straighten him out. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Kitamitsu, take care of him, can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s smirk only grows, and he lounges seedily in his chair for effect. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah, Kitamitsu, take care of\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Nikaido seems to lose his train of thought when Kitayama turns to look at him and already has his eyeliner on perfectly, the dark lines of it making it hard to look away from his sleepy, brown eyes. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6uh,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido finishes lamely. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tcht,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama says to Nikaido, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153brat. Sit up straight, you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Nikaido obeys without thinking about it, and he means to put up a fight or tease Kitayama some more, but he just doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get around to it as Kitayama leans in, gaze focused on Nikaido, and starts lining Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes with efficient practiced strokes of the pencil. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Quit squirming,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama orders, but Nikaido can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t help it when something\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s that close to his eye. Kitayama finally reaches up and stills Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s chin with his thumb and forefinger, leans even closer, and Nikaido forgets entirely what he was doing for the two or three minutes it takes Kitayama to finish with him. <\/p>\n
When Kitayama leans back and surveys Nikaido with languid satisfaction, it takes Nikaido a second to shake of his daze. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Dammit, Mitsu!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya shouts at them, making Nikaido startle an inch in his chair and then scowl. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I told him to get dressed before you did that! Nika, you better not get any of that on your clothes, do you know what your jacket cost?!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Nikaido turns in his chair to yell back, but Fujigaya leans to the side at that moment to ask Yokoo for the sharpener, and Nikaido gets an unobstructed view of a half-dressed Senga blinking back at him with huge, kohl-rimmed eyes. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ne,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga breathes, eyes getting even wider, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nika\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No way,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya admonishes, sitting back up and flicking Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s forehead. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t done yet!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Goddamn<\/i>,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d says a voice across the room, but Nikaido doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even look, because he was just thinking that himself. <\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Goddamn<\/i>,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d one of them curses, and Miyata isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sure whether it was him or Tamamori, but he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s definitely feeling the truth in the word as he and Tamamori stare at each other. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata tries to start when they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve been staring long enough that it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a little awkward, but he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t look away. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You, um, that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s. Man,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata apparently can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t talk either, or concentrate on anything besides big and dark Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes look, how the feather of his hair is brushing his cheeks, and how there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just a faint glimmer of his piercings showing. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Man, you\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Toshiya.<\/i>\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s voice rushes out in a growl, and Miyata has a split-second to blink at the use of his given name before Tamamori grabs two handfuls of Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shirt and yanks him forward for a rough kiss. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nn!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata tries to protest, because they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re in the dressing room in front of everybody<\/i>, but Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s plaid shirt is just as soft as his hair looks, warm as his eyes, and Miyata doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get very far with the protest. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Would you two quit that!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya demands, snapping both of them out of it, and they hop apart, both of their faces turning pink. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153There are innocent minors in here, you know!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be if you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d let go!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga puts his two cents in, and Yokoo whacks him over the back of the head. <\/p>\n
Unfortunately for Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s powers of thought, the blush on Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cheeks is just as attractive as everything else, and he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even try to put up a fight when Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s grip shifts to his wrist and tugs him out of the room. <\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Honestly,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya grumbles as he turns back to Senga for inspection. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m surrounded. Stop trying to make obscene faces to rile up Nika.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Senga lapses into thoughtful silence as Fujigaya puts a few finishes touches on his makeup, but then his mouth curls in a smirk that he definitely learned from Nikaido. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ne, Taipi. Kitamitsu looks really hot with the eyeliner, doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t he?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I suppose,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya keeps his voice even, trying to focus and not think about how he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d like to shove Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s slight, strong body down on the couch and then climb on top. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153When he wears makeup like that,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga continues, voice lowering a little in conspiracy, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I kind of want to mess it up, you know?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Too bad Kitamitsu doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t play like that,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya answers lightly, lowering his hands. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re finished.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Senga winks at Fujigaya. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t think he does? If you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d have gotten here a little earlier, like me, you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d have seen something really good this morning~.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
He gives a little laugh, a knowing one that makes the hairs on the back of Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s neck stand up. Senga hops out of his seat and trots over to shove at Nikaido and get shoved in return, while Kitayama just eyes them tolerantly, gaze low-lidded. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Wataru?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya asks after a moment. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Who was here first this morning?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hm?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yokoo barely looks up from the magazine he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s leafing through. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Me and Kitamitsu were a bit early, and then Ken-chan showed up. Ah, dammit, what are they doing to Shige\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair now?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nngh,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya says faintly, brain taunting him with images of Kitayama and Yokoo half-dressed and messing up each other\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s makeup. <\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
Which is exactly what Tamamori and Miyata are involved in at that particular moment. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153This is a terrible idea,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata mumbles in between nips to Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s throat. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re going to get caught. We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re going to get fired.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
They\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re important points, because they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve only really made it around the corner and into another room which, so far as Miyata could tell in the second he looked around before Tamamori threw him up against the wall, holds racks of extra clothing. <\/p>\n
Hopefully, nobody will need another hoodie or a different pairs of boots any time soon. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Who cares<\/i>?!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori demands, shoving Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sweater coat further down off his shoulders and hooking a leg around Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s knee to press closer. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Do you have any idea how hot you look right now?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Despite everything, Miyata laughs against Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hot? You really are in love with me, aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori answers without hesitation, and a shiver rocks Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hips tight against Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s. But Tamamori doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stop there. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153But I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m serious.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata asks, and probably there were more words he intended to say after that, but just then Tamamori braces himself against the wall with his arms around Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s neck, and hops so that he can wrap his legs around Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s waist. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Miyacchi,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori continues, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re cute. You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re not terribly much like an idol, but you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re funny and you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re weird and you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re cute and it works for you, but today,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori puts hands on either side of Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face to tilt it up, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153today, you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re hot.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Okay,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata agrees, heat rushing through his veins and captivated by the sight of Tamamori leaning so close over him, and Tamamori leans down the half inch to crush their mouths together, stealing the rest of Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s breath. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Fuck me,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori says, low and breathless, and Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers tighten on Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hips until Tamamori moans softly. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153There\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s stuff in my pocket.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153How can there be stuff in your pocket?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata demands. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Those pockets don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even belong to you!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I know what I look like in eyeliner,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori says coyly, letting go of Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s waist so that he can put his feet back down on the ground. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I came prepared. Lie down, I want to be on top, I want to see you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re going to get fired,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata moans again, but he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s already sitting down on the floor and tugging Tamamori down into his lap. He wonders briefly whether the floor is clean enough to lie on in his clothes for the shoot, but then Tamamori kisses him again and presses a little packet into his hand, and Miyata decides that he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t care. <\/p>\n
The only thing he cares about is Tamamori pushing down against his hand, tight and slick around his fingers. He only cares about how graceful the arch of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s back is as he sinks down on Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock, and how dark and full of heat Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes are as he looks down, gaze locked with Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Thought I was the one who liked to stare?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata teases, holding on to Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hips to help rock him up and down. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153And I thought I was the one worth staring at.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori slides a hand over one of Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s to move it over to wrap around his cock instead. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Thought we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d switch today, mm, for fun.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Miyata plants his feet on the floor to push up into Tamamori, fisting his cock in rhythm with his thrusts, until Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers are tight on Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulders and he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s biting down on his lip to keep from crying out. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m gonna come,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he finally tells Miyata in a rough whisper, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153but don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t come, okay?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata asks indignantly, because how in the hell is he supposed to do that? But before he can voice his concerns, Tamamori is squeezing tight around him and shaking in his arms. Miyata holds on tight and focuses on how good Tamamori looks when he comes, and somehow manages to cling to his control by his fingernails. <\/p>\n
It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s kind of worth it, even before whatever Tamamori has in mind, when Tamamori looks up with eyes still hazy from orgasm and says in wonder, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You did it.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well, you asked me to,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata points out, but he smiles back and doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t turn down the deep, affectionate kiss Tamamori offers him. <\/p>\n
And it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s really worth it when Tamamori pushes himself up to crawl down Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s body and pull the condom off him. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyeing Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock as he ties the condom off. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t gonna\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata starts, but Tamamori just grins at him and slides down until he is, in fact, doing it. Miyata stifles a groan, and struggles to hold his head up to watch. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t that taste bad?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Like latex,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori pulls his mouth off Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock to answer, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153but only for a couple seconds. Just watch.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Miyata hitches himself up on his elbows and does watch, watches as Tamamori stares up at him as he works Miyata deep into his mouth. Miyata watches the whole thing, even when his arms start to shake and he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get a hand into Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair like he likes to. He watches because it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s one of the hottest things he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ever seen and he wants to remember every single second of Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth on his skin with his dark-ringed eyes wide open and focused only on Miyata. <\/p>\n
He watches because it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hot, but also because it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sweet and it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s amazing, that somebody who looks as good in eyeliner as Tamamori would want to put his mouth on somebody like Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin, and that he would say a lot of hot, sweet, amazing things besides. <\/p>\n
Miyata lets go with Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth and eyes hot on him, holding his own eyes open as long as he possibly can before his arms give out and he collapses onto the cold concrete. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s still shivering when Tamamori finishes licking him clean and tucks him back into his pants before crawling up into Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s arms. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Watch out,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata tries to warn about the drying streaks on his stomach, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153your clothes.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t give a flying fuck about the clothes, Toshiya,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori replies, nosing at Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s jaw, and if Tamamori doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t care about the latex either, Miyata figures it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the least he can do to kiss Tamamori back and not mind at all that he tastes thoroughly of Miyata. <\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oi!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya reprimands, jarred out of his thoughts when Nikaido and Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s play-wrestling comes close enough to nearly upset Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s open water bottle. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s only a lucky grab from Yokoo that saves it from drenching both of their clothes. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Let\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s head out to the shoot, hm?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yokoo says, handing Fujigaya back his water bottle and standing up. He shoos Senga and Nikaido towards the door. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Why don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you go find Miyata and Tamamori, if you two need an errand to tire you out.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
The door shuts behind them, leaving Fujigaya and Kitayama alone. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153So,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya starts after a whole second and a half of silence, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153you were here early this morning?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Kitayama, who had unsurprisingly sprawled himself over the couch after finishing with Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s makeup, cracks an eye. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153That so hard to believe?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ken-chan said,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya licks his lips and takes another long look at Kitayama all made up, barely holding in a whimper, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153that he saw something interesting when he came in this morning.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153He said that, did he?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama snorts and lets his eye fall shut again. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153He did a hell of a lot more than see it. Thank goodness that brat\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be legal this year.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
This time Fujigaya can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stifle all of his little groan at the thought, and his cheeks heat as it seems to echo in the nearly-empty dressing room. <\/p>\n
Another second goes by as Fujigaya struggles to get a grip on himself. Then Kitayama asks, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are you coming over here or what?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d and Fujigaya is out of his chair like a shot. <\/p>\n
Kitayama grunts as Fujigaya falls heavily on top of him, but opens his mouth willingly under Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s, getting a hand up into Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair and working his fingers into the strands until Fujigaya is wriggling and whining in protest.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he pulls his mouth away to scowl, but Kitayama just smirks, the eyeliner making it even sleepier and more devious than usual, before yanking his head back down. <\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
Senga trots along happily after Nikaido as they hunt around for Tamamori and Miyata. They still push at each other every few steps, but without anybody watching they don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t bother pretending that it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s anything besides an excuse to touch each other. Once in a while Senga will step on Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s heels for a few strides until Nikaido whirls and shoves him into the wall with a low growl, hands catching at Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s waist or wrists. But Senga slips away after a few seconds, because Yokoo asked them nicely to find Miyata and Tamamori. <\/p>\n
He frowns just thinking about that look Yokoo gives him sometimes, a look that says Yokoo was expecting more but that it can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be helped since it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Ken-chan. Senga hates that look. He walks just fast enough to be out of Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s immediate reach and glances around, wondering where the other two could have gone. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Aha!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido says, interrupting Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s thoughts, and Senga turns to find Nikaido standing in front of a door that Senga had gone right past. Senga tilts his head to listen, and after a moment, he hears it as well, the low murmur of voices. Something about the pitch and the tone of the voices (Content<\/i>, he thinks, they sound content<\/i>) makes Senga almost stop Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand as he reaches for the doorknob. <\/p>\n
It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not that he doesn’t like playing with Tamamori and Miyata, especially not with Nikaido there, but sometimes it doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t feel like playing with those two. Sometimes when he comes across them on accident, or sometimes not on accident, Senga feels like he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s interrupting something private, something that isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t any of his business. It makes Senga feel awkward, and a little jealous, but either way he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stop Nikaido from pushing open the door. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153There you are!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido announces triumphantly, and Senga leans around Nikaido to peek, curious. <\/p>\n
Miyata and Tamamori are both dressed, but it isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t hard to tell what\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s already happened, given the mess of Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair and Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sleepy eyes, with the way Tamamori is leaning close to fiddle around with Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s necklace.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yokoo sent us to find you,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga adds. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153We need to be on-set soon.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Okay.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori stands up, legs unfolding like magic, and helps tug Miyata up less gracefully. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Thanks, Ken-chan,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Miyata says as they slide past in the doorway, patting Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder, but Senga just hums a vague reply, watching Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s other hand and how it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s tangled with Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s as they leave. <\/p>\n
He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s too deep in thought to notice what Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s up to until the click of the door shutting startles him out of his thoughts. He looks up to find Nikaido leaning against the shut door, smirking and eyeing Senga openly, up and down. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga squirms a little, some from heat and some from embarrassment. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Open the door, we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re gonna be late too.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Make me,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido challenges, and Senga goes in for the kill immediately, hands poised to dig into Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sides, his tickle weak point. Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ready for him, though; as soon as Senga gets close enough, Nikaido grabs his wrists and yanks him close for a fierce kiss. The tightness of his grip makes Senga squeak and push his body against Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s. <\/p>\n
Nikaido leans back for air after a minute and growls, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You taste like Kitamitsu.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153If you don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t like it,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga murmurs back, making a soft noise when Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers tighten even more around his wrist, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153why don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you do something about it?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153My thoughts exactly,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido answers, and he lets go of Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wrists to grab his shoulders instead. He pushes down until Senga collapses to his knees, wincing a little at the hardness of the floor. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s forgotten a second later, however, as Nikaido undoes his fly and tugs out his cock. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s already mostly hard, and he gets the rest of the way there fast with a few strokes of his hand and Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s stare of interest. <\/p>\n
Nikaido buries both hands in Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair and tugs him forward, getting a good grip with his fingers in Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s loose curls as Senga draws Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s tip into his mouth and sucks him in further, testing. Senga lets Nikaido push and pull him as he likes, because Senga likes this game too, likes relaxing his jaw and his throat and letting Nikaido use him. <\/p>\n
He likes it even better when Nikaido starts to fuck his throat in earnest. Senga doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have to sing today, so he digs his fingers into Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hips, urging him on and letting his throat vibrate on a moan. His own cock is starting to ache, but it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a sweet ache and Senga doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t want to let go of Nikaido to fumble with the unfamiliar clothing and risk upsetting the hard, fast rhythm Nikaido is working him over with. <\/p>\n
Nikaido doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t warn Senga when he comes, although Senga can feel when it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s about to happen from the tremble of Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s muscles under his hands. Senga fights the urge to cough at the trickle of Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s release in the back of his throat, holds on until he can pull away and swallow properly before he splutters and messes up both of their clothes. <\/p>\n
He is yanked to his feet so fast his head spins and whirled around. Nikaido curls tight against his back and whispers dirty things in Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ear as he fumbles with Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s zipper, hands still shaky from orgasm. Senga braces himself with hands against the wall and cries out when Nikaido gets a hand around his cock. <\/p>\n
Senga bites his lip to keep from being too loud as Nikaido fists him just as forcefully as he was taking Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth a minute ago, growling about how hot Senga looks like that and how he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s such a slut for it that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hard and leaking before Nikaido ever touched him. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Could you get off on it?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido wonders, breath hot against Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ear. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153On nothing but the taste of my cock? Next time I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll fuck you properly, and you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll definitely get off on that, on my cock hard and deep inside you, you always do\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Fisting his hands against the wall, Senga gives a broken wail as he comes into Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fist, shuddering himself out at the pleased growl Nikaido gives at the feel of it. Holding Senga steady with his other arm around his waist, Nikaido brings his hand up to Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth and Senga licks at Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers without having to be asked. The taste is sharp, but Senga sucks on Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers until he can taste the salt of Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin underneath his own, Nikaido groaning softly and rocking his groin against Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ass even though they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve both just come. <\/p>\n
Nikaido pulls his hand away from Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth and Senga finds himself being turned around again. He slumps against the wall as soon as his back hits it, looking Nikaido over from underneath heavy eyelids. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Fucking eyeliner,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido grumbles, just before he leans in to take Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth again. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Gonna be late,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga murmurs against his mouth, and then he slides his hands into Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s back pockets to tug him closer. <\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oi,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya interrupts, voice rough. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t we supposed to be someplace?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Kitayama pushes up on his elbows and turns his head enough to glare at Fujigaya over his shoulder, making Fujigaya whimper at the slide of their naked torsos against each other. After a second of eyeing Fujigaya, Kitayama shifts his hips back so that Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth is too full to ask any more stupid questions. <\/p>\n
When Fujigaya seems to have remembered the idea, Kitayama leans his own head down to slide enough of Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock into his own mouth so that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll forget it all over again. <\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well, here you two are at least,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yokoo says in exasperation, wincing as he looks Senga and Nikaido over. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s giving Senga the look, and Senga has to look away, past Yokoo to where Tamamori and Miyata are doing their solo shots. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah, yeah, whatever,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido says, apparently having even less shame than Senga. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Where\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Taipi and Kitamitsu?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Never mind about them,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yokoo scowls. He takes the hat off his head and drops it onto Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s, forcing it down tight over Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s trainwreck of a hairstyle. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Here, wear this.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He winces again at Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s even worse mess. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And you, put your hood up! Doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t anybody here know any better?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re one to talk,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido says under his breath as he reaches up to adjust the angle of the hat, and Yokoo narrows his eyes. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s opening his mouth to retort when the director\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shout interrupts. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Next two!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he calls. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Also, I haven\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t seen any of A.B.C.-Z yet, can somebody go and look for them?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Yokoo grabs Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand, which is already in the air, and yanks it back down to his side. He pinches the bridge of his nose and ignores Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pout, blocking out Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s indignant screech that follows the slap of Miyata\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand against his ass. <\/p>\n
Yokoo really hates the eyeliner shoots, sometimes. <\/p>\n
At least until he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the one that has to go get Fujigaya and Kitayama.\n<\/p>\n
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