Drabble Batch The Second
Various Pairings/Ratings:
Ohkura/Ryo for Iso
Ohkura/Yasu (Gen) for Lege
Kusano/Fujigaya (R)
Ohkura/Himself (R)
Ryo/Uchi makeouts for Ilana (PG-13)
moreOhkura/Ryo for Iso (R)
once again fic for Iso Ohkura wanking (R)
Ohkura/Ryo: It's been entirely too long - R
It’s been at least a month. Ryo thinks, tries to think would probably work better.
“Tacchon,” his voice comes out breathier than he wanted. It has been entirely too long since they did this last. Ryo moans when Ohkura’s lips slide back over him, his tongue pressing up against the head of his cock. So good. He’s worked up it’s been so long the touches, that wouldn’t affect him this much normally, make his toes curl into the sheets and his back arch.
Ohkura isn’t unaffected either and his hand shakes a bit as tries to pull himself off while sucking Ryo off. Ryo’s noises make it that much harder to concentrate.
This is somehow enough and Ryo’s hands clench tightly in Ohkura’s hair (he’d complain but he’s almost there and it, maybe, feels good) as his legs jerk and he comes. Ohkura is too worked up to care; he swallows and pulls back to get a better angle, so he can stroke that much faster.
“Ryo,” Ohkura half whines and half demands. Ryo complies quickly, sitting up and batting Ohkura’s hand away so he can stroke fast. It doesn’t take long for Ohkura to spill over Ryo’s hand and onto the sheets, something to do with Ryo whispering in his ear and how Ryo is really good at hand jobs.
“No more special units.” Ryo’s breathing has almost returned to normal, he’s tired (even if Ohkura did most of the work for once). Even if it is more Ryo’s schedule that gets in the way Ohkura just murmurs his agreement.
Ohkura/Yasu Warm Fuzzies - G
Ohkura stretches his legs out and wiggles his toes. He can barely see the movement with all the colorful fuzzy pieces on the socks but they are warm and will definitely keep his feet from freezing when it starts snowing (although that is months from now).
"Ah, thanks Yassan, they're warm," Ohkura offers him a smile and Yasu beams back and hands out the remaining pairs to vary degrees of amused (and some resigned) faces.
Kusano/Fujigaya - R
He’s not going to let all the studying (and clubbing) in New York go to waste, and it isn’t out of the question for him to use one of the smaller practice rooms on an off day when there are only a group or two there. It’s mostly the junior groups anyways, putting in extra practices (more goofing off than actually practice, if things still work the same way they did when Kusano was a junior).
He turns up the music loud, working up a sweat as he goes through one of the routines the dance instructor in America had him memorize-he embellishes where he wants to, there isn’t anyone to admonish him if his step-work is too off when he adds his own personality to it.
“Kusano?”
Kusano’s jarred out of practice and he turn around, Yokoo and Fujigaya are in the doorway and damn it has been too long (maybe a few months) since he last saw Yokoo.
“Yo, Yokoo!” He grins at them and turns off the music, wiping sweat from his brow with the hem of his tank top.
Fujigaya’s eyes are glued to the strip of skin the motion reveals but they snap up quickly when Yokoo gives him a look out of the corner of his eye-Fujigaya wonders how he manages to do that sometimes!
“It’s been a while,” Yokoo smiles bright Fujigaya has seen it before but, clearly, this one is reserved for Kusano-kun (and probably Katou and Koyama too).
“Yeah,” Kusano agrees, his grin goofy-he glances at Fujigaya, his eyes lingering a little too long at the collar of his shirt (Fujigaya secretly preens and is glad he picked the one that dips extra low and is a bit worn out-almost transparent-in places to wear today).
“How was New Yor-“
They’re interrupted by a loud crash, swearin, and it’s followed by Nikaido and Senga barreling down the hallway, laughing, followed shortly after by the slightly more troublesome half of BAD (they’re both a large amount trouble, Yokoo thinks).
Kusano laughs loud and full and something about it is warm and Fujigaya likes it.
“I’ll be back,” Yokoo sighs, resigned.
“Go, talk to you later,” Kusano grins and waves him off. He’s oblivious to the look Yokoo gives Fujigaya, it says something like ‘behave yourself’ and Fujigaya, of course, doesn’t plan on it.
“I’m Taisuke,” he grins.
“I know,” Kusano grins back.
“Yokoo talks about you guys,” Kusano adds.
Fujigaya wrinkles his nose, and says sagely, “Not everything he says is true; his opinions are warped and misguided.”
“Really,” Kusano lifts an eyebrow.
“Well, quite a few people have said this one thing,” Kusano says casually. Kusano steps into Fujigaya’s personal space and a hand lands on his hip and Fujigaya barely manages to not grin.
“Koki, Yokoo and recently, Uchi?” Kusano’s hand starts sliding up under Fujigaya’s shirt. Kusano backs him up against the door, shutting it but not locking it.
“I’m definitely not like that,” Fujigaya says (mock) innocently, his hand working its way into Kusano’s pants sort of nullifies his statement though.
Kusano laughs loudly against his neck and his breaths are warm when they hit his skin. Fujigaya shivers and gets a hand around Kusano’s cock and pulls him out, stroking swiftly. Kusano mumbles something against his neck and quickly moves to reciprocate, a hand undoing the fastenings of Fujigaya’s pants and sliding into his underwear.
They know they don’t have much time, Yokoo might come back and they can’t lock it. Fujigaya strokes Kusano’s cock fast, thumbs through the tip and shudders at the way Kusano is talking into his ear, low and hot and just a bit explicit.
Kusano is a bit rusty at hand jobs, he’s been on the receiving end plenty of times but he seems to be doing well, with the way Fujigaya’s head is lolling back against the door and his breaths are coming out in harsh exhales.
“Kusano-kun,” Fujigaya moans, hips rocking up into Kusano’s hand.
“That’s hot,” Kusano mouths at his neck, he’s careful not to leave a mark, and tightens his grip.
Fujigaya comes hard in between them, some of it landing on Kusano’s shirt.
“Ah..I-“ Fujigaya starts but Kusano shrugs. Fujigaya licks his dry lips and he feels flushed and sated-he’s distracted and his hand pauses on Kusano’s cock.
Kusano strips his shirt off quickly and Fujigaya has time to admire Kusano’s abs for a few seconds before he realizes he is supposed to be doing something else.
“Taisuke, Mmm, faster,” Kusano helpfully reminds him-he thrusts forward and grinds against his hand when Fujigaya’s pace doesn’t pick up fast enough.
Even with the pause it doesn’t take long for Fujigaya to have Kusano squeezing his eyes shut and snapping his hips forward desperately.
“Come on, they’ll find us,” Fujigaya whispers heatedly against Kusano’s ear and the idea of someone walking in combined with Fujigaya twisting his wrist just right has Kusano spilling over his hand with a groan.
Kusano pants and they stay leaning against each other for a few seconds before Kusano leans back and grins; he uses his discarded shirt to clean up Fujigaya’s hand.
There’s footsteps echoing down the hall and Fujigaya rushes to tuck himself back in to his pants and zips them.
“Gotta-go,” Fujigaya says in a rush and Kusano can hear Yokoo calling for him down the hall.
“Thanks,” Kusano winks at Fujigaya as he slips out the door and Fujigaya pops his head back in really fast to wave and then slips back out again.
Ohkura/himself - R
His brain flips between the images: Ryo pressing close against Yasu with his hand sliding up Yasu’s thigh and lips pressed against his neck, and Uchi’s hair slicked back from the shower water running in streams down his chest. Ohkura doesn’t want to feel odd about imagining his friends doing things like that, not when his hand around his cock, stroking slow and fluid, feels so good. He ignores it in favor of what he feels-hot, good, his hand moving just right.
He squeezes around the base and strokes up, hard, thumbing through the slit and leaning against the shower wall as he shudders and his knees feel weak. Ohkura’s noise echoes off the shower wall and the hot water sluices through his hair and hits his back.
Ohkura keeps picturing things, Subaru on his knees in front of him and his hand quickly turns into Subaru’s mouth in his mind-sucking and tongue just right, making his breath hitch and legs shake.
Ohkura’s hand flies over his cock, faster, faster, he pulls himself off and moans, loud, he’s close. He imagines Ryo behind him, slowly fingering him before he pushes in while Uchi and Subaru take turns sucking him off-Subaru’s mouth around him while Uchi licks at him, his hands running up the inside of his thighs. Ohkura’s moan echoes and he keeps stroking until he is soft, the evidence of what he just did washing down the drain quickly.
He sighs and finishes washing up and joins the others outside the shower, ready to go for drinks-being the last to wash up has its advantages.
Ryo/Uchi Makeouts for Ilana (PG-13)
Uchi doesn’t have to ask Ryo if he is coming. He does anyways via text, just to be a pain-and maybe remind Ryo what days they are (even if he is sure Ryo has them marked down in his calendar).
Or, maybe, he just likes the feeling he gets when he reminds himself that he has a concert to perform in.
Uchi would like to think that this means as much to Ryo as it does to him. Maybe. He’ll be there; Uchi knows it.
He watches the first set of concerts come and go and he knows Ryo is busy with NEWS and the fifty million other things he has to do. He’ll come to one of the January shows. Even though Ryo had already done a (really dorky but sweet) VTR he would still come-other Kanjani8 members came, Ryo has to.
The first day of January shows, Ryo isn’t there. It doesn’t bug Uchi (too much). The second day of shows comes and goes and people came but not Ryo.
Uchi types out five messages (You’re coming tomorrow, right Ryo-chan~) but sends none of them.
***
The last day of shows Ohkura walks up onstage, grinning. They spend a minute or two hugging and twirling like dorks-Fujigaya theatrically walks over and throws his arms around them to join in.
There’s laughter.
Uchi disentangles himself from them, grinning, and sees Ryo standing there-a huge smile on his face.
“Ryo-chan,” Uchi’s voice is excited and happy; if Hina hadn’t come two shows ago he probably would smack him for getting sappy and sentimental.
Ryo tries to give him a short (not embarrassing) hug but Uchi doesn’t let go.
The MC and the rest of the concert sort of blur together and Uchi’s jaw aches from smiling so hard. Uchi can’t quite meet Ryo’s eyes during ‘Nijiiro sora he’ and he can’t stop the tears or his smile either.
Uchi goes backstage and Ohkura catches him and gives a quick hug goodbye.
“Great job, Uchi,” Ohkura grins.
“You have filming early?” Uchi’s high on adrenaline and not even close to coming down now.
Ohkura nods, smiles, “Treat me to curry sometime.”
Ohkura’s smile is contagious and if Uchi weren’t already smiling he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.
****
Ryo is sitting on his couch back in the makeshift dressing room.
Uchi crosses the room and goes to wrap his arms around Ryo again. He won’t say it out loud-it’s too corny, even for him-but he isn’t quite sure he’d be here, doing a concert again, if he didn’t have Ryo.
Uchi leans back to look at him, smiling hard again.
“Ryo-I” He’s interrupted by Ryo’s mouth covering his and Ryo’s hands grabbing the front of his shirt.
“You’re such a crybaby, moron,” Ryo’s voice is gruff and the way he kisses is rough but the hand on his jaw is strangely tender.
“Am not,” Uchi insists against Ryo’s lips. Ryo pulls back for a moment to scoff before going back to kissing him.
Uchi slides a hand into Ryo’s hair.
“Weirdo,” Ryo mutters.
Uchi pulls back and Ryo ends up kissing his jaw.
“Says the guy who jumps his best friend in the dressing room,” Uchi rolls his eyes.
“I didn’t jump you, freak,” Ryo frowns.
“You shoved your tongue down my throat!” Uchi’s indignant.
“No, idiot, I kissed you. You shoved your tongue down my throat,” Ryo protests.
“Whatever!” Uchi snaps, “You’re the one that started it.”
Ryo grumbles and looks like he wants to say something.
“Um…”
There’s an awkward cough from the doorway.
“Uchi-kun, there’s um...something the guys want to say but if you’re busy, I can come back?” the junior looks awkward (he’ll probably laugh about it to someone later though).
Uchi looks sheepish and maybe a bit embarrassed-Ryo would pause to appreciate it but he’s to busy wincing and lamenting the universe’s annoying sense of humor.
“Oh, okay, yeah, I’ll be there one second,” Uchi laughs nervously and the junior disappears out the door. Uchi’s sort of glad he was one of the older ones.
Ryo laughs, “You have good timing.”
“Shut up.” Uchi whines but he can’t really hide the amusement in his voice.
Ryo’s voice comes out quiet, “You’re coming over later, right?”
Uchi grins, “I’ll be back in a few.”
When Uchi comes out BAD are sharing (entirely too) amused looks.
“Nishikido-kun had his tongue down your throat, huh?” Junta grins.
“Well, apparently, Nishikido-kun said it was the other way around,” Akito barely keeps from laughing.
Uchi frowns, “You all suck.”
Ryo/Ohkura - shower wank to HJ - R
Shower shelf = inshower organizer things for your shampoos and conditioners and stuff
Ohkura doesn’t know how he manages to get the shower first, usually Ryo is up before him. He considers himself lucky, he’s spared the embarrassment of waking up on Ryo’s couch with a tent in his blanket.
Ohkura turns the water on full-blast. Figuring he should get rid of it quickly he doesn’t hesitate in sliding his hand between his legs and jerks himself off in fast strokes.
Ohkura bites his lip, his hand pressed flat against the side of the shower and squeezes. His low groans aren’t audible over the water. Ohkura strokes faster and faster, he can feel himself getting there. He rests a hand on the shower shelving behind him and moves his hand faster and pants open-mouthed as he feels himself about to come. He leans back more and there’s a cracking noise and then the entire contents of the shelves crash onto the shower floor. Ohkura follows, barely managing to catch himself before he is completely sprawled out on Ryo’s shower floor.
“Owww,” Ohkura frowns. His back hurts dammit, and Ryo’s stupid flimsy shelving things scratched him.
The doorknob turns and Ohkura, belatedly, realizes he forgot to lock it again.
“Ohkura?” Ryo is in the door way and looks almost concerned. Ryo sees Ohkura close to being sprawled out on the shower floor with the entire shelf swinging precariously, about to fall off behind him.
Ryo’s lips twitch and he makes a feeble attempt at not laughing, but he isn’t that nice of a friend, anyways. He laughs so hard Ohkura wants to throw the bottle of Herbal Essence shampoo at his head.
“Stop laughing, asshole, your shelves hurt,” Ohkura whines.
“What were you doing leaning on them anyways, moron?” Ryo stops laughing at him but he’s still grinning.
Ohkura flushes red, and it’s not from the hot water still running.
“Oh…,” Ryo sees, and his voice is a bit strained.
Ohkura doesn’t look him in the eye, and Ryo hesitates for a second before moving towards him. Ohkura holds his breath and his heart beats faster when Ryo stops just before getting in the shower. Ohkura’s breath rushes out in a moan when Ryo’s hand slowly wraps around his cock and pulls. It feels good and Ohkura closes his eyes, his head falling back against the wall. The shelf is still uncomfortably pressed against his back but it’s tolerable with Ryo’s hand stroking him faster-more sure and Ohkura’s low noises seem to be encouraging him. It’s better than his hand, and Ohkura moans a low, “please.” Ryo thumbs the tip and pulls back and that’s all it takes to have Ohkura biting his lip and coming over Ryo’s hand.
Ryo rinses his hand off. It’s quiet, for a beat, while Ohkura’s breathing returns to normal.
“You’re buying me a new shelf.”
Ohkura wanking (R)
It’s been a frustrating week of touring, tension, exhaustion and Ohkura hasn’t had respite since it started two months ago. He toes off his shoes inside the hotel room, moving to sit on the edge of the couch, leaning back and blinking at the ceiling. Ohkura sighs, restless, deprived, and annoyed. Wasting no time he unsnaps and unzips his jeans, pushing them out of the way.
Ohkura steadily palms himself through his briefs. He’s just looking to relieve his tension; he starts out imagining the big-breasted girls in the porno Uchi leant him earlier in the month. Ohkura’s body warms, face and neck growing hot as he grips himself through the cotton, experimentally pulling once, his breath shuddering out. He slowly rubs his palm over the growing bulge, his left hand clenching on the armrest.
He doesn’t know when he has stopped thinking about the girls and started imagining Ryo against him. Ohkura shifts backwards, jeans sliding down his thighs, back of his neck pressed into the couch; he pictures Ryo in his black TORN outfit; the sheer shirt, and tight black pants. Ohkura slips his hand underneath the waistband of the briefs, hand wrapping around his the base of his cock; Ohkura slides his hand up and back down, eyes fluttering shut and breath hissing out. Ohkura replays parts of their earlier concert; Ryo’s back pressed up against his chest, Ryo’s hips rolling underneath his hands. Ohkura pushes his briefs down his thighs; he slides his hand up his cock, legs twitching when he pauses to thumb over the tip, pleasure jolting up his spine. Ohkura chokes down a moan, working to just finish, his free hand pushing his bangs out of his eyes, and then sliding down his chest and stopping at his knee to grip tightly. Ohkura pumps faster his breath coming out in short pants.
Ohkura’s almost there when he can’t really keep quiet anymore, his steady strokes turning frenzied and disjointed. His hand moves faster and faster as he pushes himself threw his orgasm; mouth parted, eyes clenched shut and toes curling into the carpet and Ohkura groans lowly and spills over his hand.
Ohkura doesn’t move for a moment, heart-rate returning to normal, cleaning himself off with tissues and tucking himself back into his pants.
Ohkura/Ryo for Iso
Ohkura/Yasu (Gen) for Lege
Kusano/Fujigaya (R)
Ohkura/Himself (R)
Ryo/Uchi makeouts for Ilana (PG-13)
moreOhkura/Ryo for Iso (R)
once again fic for Iso Ohkura wanking (R)
Ohkura/Ryo: It's been entirely too long - R
It’s been at least a month. Ryo thinks, tries to think would probably work better.
“Tacchon,” his voice comes out breathier than he wanted. It has been entirely too long since they did this last. Ryo moans when Ohkura’s lips slide back over him, his tongue pressing up against the head of his cock. So good. He’s worked up it’s been so long the touches, that wouldn’t affect him this much normally, make his toes curl into the sheets and his back arch.
Ohkura isn’t unaffected either and his hand shakes a bit as tries to pull himself off while sucking Ryo off. Ryo’s noises make it that much harder to concentrate.
This is somehow enough and Ryo’s hands clench tightly in Ohkura’s hair (he’d complain but he’s almost there and it, maybe, feels good) as his legs jerk and he comes. Ohkura is too worked up to care; he swallows and pulls back to get a better angle, so he can stroke that much faster.
“Ryo,” Ohkura half whines and half demands. Ryo complies quickly, sitting up and batting Ohkura’s hand away so he can stroke fast. It doesn’t take long for Ohkura to spill over Ryo’s hand and onto the sheets, something to do with Ryo whispering in his ear and how Ryo is really good at hand jobs.
“No more special units.” Ryo’s breathing has almost returned to normal, he’s tired (even if Ohkura did most of the work for once). Even if it is more Ryo’s schedule that gets in the way Ohkura just murmurs his agreement.
Ohkura/Yasu Warm Fuzzies - G
Ohkura stretches his legs out and wiggles his toes. He can barely see the movement with all the colorful fuzzy pieces on the socks but they are warm and will definitely keep his feet from freezing when it starts snowing (although that is months from now).
"Ah, thanks Yassan, they're warm," Ohkura offers him a smile and Yasu beams back and hands out the remaining pairs to vary degrees of amused (and some resigned) faces.
Kusano/Fujigaya - R
He’s not going to let all the studying (and clubbing) in New York go to waste, and it isn’t out of the question for him to use one of the smaller practice rooms on an off day when there are only a group or two there. It’s mostly the junior groups anyways, putting in extra practices (more goofing off than actually practice, if things still work the same way they did when Kusano was a junior).
He turns up the music loud, working up a sweat as he goes through one of the routines the dance instructor in America had him memorize-he embellishes where he wants to, there isn’t anyone to admonish him if his step-work is too off when he adds his own personality to it.
“Kusano?”
Kusano’s jarred out of practice and he turn around, Yokoo and Fujigaya are in the doorway and damn it has been too long (maybe a few months) since he last saw Yokoo.
“Yo, Yokoo!” He grins at them and turns off the music, wiping sweat from his brow with the hem of his tank top.
Fujigaya’s eyes are glued to the strip of skin the motion reveals but they snap up quickly when Yokoo gives him a look out of the corner of his eye-Fujigaya wonders how he manages to do that sometimes!
“It’s been a while,” Yokoo smiles bright Fujigaya has seen it before but, clearly, this one is reserved for Kusano-kun (and probably Katou and Koyama too).
“Yeah,” Kusano agrees, his grin goofy-he glances at Fujigaya, his eyes lingering a little too long at the collar of his shirt (Fujigaya secretly preens and is glad he picked the one that dips extra low and is a bit worn out-almost transparent-in places to wear today).
“How was New Yor-“
They’re interrupted by a loud crash, swearin, and it’s followed by Nikaido and Senga barreling down the hallway, laughing, followed shortly after by the slightly more troublesome half of BAD (they’re both a large amount trouble, Yokoo thinks).
Kusano laughs loud and full and something about it is warm and Fujigaya likes it.
“I’ll be back,” Yokoo sighs, resigned.
“Go, talk to you later,” Kusano grins and waves him off. He’s oblivious to the look Yokoo gives Fujigaya, it says something like ‘behave yourself’ and Fujigaya, of course, doesn’t plan on it.
“I’m Taisuke,” he grins.
“I know,” Kusano grins back.
“Yokoo talks about you guys,” Kusano adds.
Fujigaya wrinkles his nose, and says sagely, “Not everything he says is true; his opinions are warped and misguided.”
“Really,” Kusano lifts an eyebrow.
“Well, quite a few people have said this one thing,” Kusano says casually. Kusano steps into Fujigaya’s personal space and a hand lands on his hip and Fujigaya barely manages to not grin.
“Koki, Yokoo and recently, Uchi?” Kusano’s hand starts sliding up under Fujigaya’s shirt. Kusano backs him up against the door, shutting it but not locking it.
“I’m definitely not like that,” Fujigaya says (mock) innocently, his hand working its way into Kusano’s pants sort of nullifies his statement though.
Kusano laughs loudly against his neck and his breaths are warm when they hit his skin. Fujigaya shivers and gets a hand around Kusano’s cock and pulls him out, stroking swiftly. Kusano mumbles something against his neck and quickly moves to reciprocate, a hand undoing the fastenings of Fujigaya’s pants and sliding into his underwear.
They know they don’t have much time, Yokoo might come back and they can’t lock it. Fujigaya strokes Kusano’s cock fast, thumbs through the tip and shudders at the way Kusano is talking into his ear, low and hot and just a bit explicit.
Kusano is a bit rusty at hand jobs, he’s been on the receiving end plenty of times but he seems to be doing well, with the way Fujigaya’s head is lolling back against the door and his breaths are coming out in harsh exhales.
“Kusano-kun,” Fujigaya moans, hips rocking up into Kusano’s hand.
“That’s hot,” Kusano mouths at his neck, he’s careful not to leave a mark, and tightens his grip.
Fujigaya comes hard in between them, some of it landing on Kusano’s shirt.
“Ah..I-“ Fujigaya starts but Kusano shrugs. Fujigaya licks his dry lips and he feels flushed and sated-he’s distracted and his hand pauses on Kusano’s cock.
Kusano strips his shirt off quickly and Fujigaya has time to admire Kusano’s abs for a few seconds before he realizes he is supposed to be doing something else.
“Taisuke, Mmm, faster,” Kusano helpfully reminds him-he thrusts forward and grinds against his hand when Fujigaya’s pace doesn’t pick up fast enough.
Even with the pause it doesn’t take long for Fujigaya to have Kusano squeezing his eyes shut and snapping his hips forward desperately.
“Come on, they’ll find us,” Fujigaya whispers heatedly against Kusano’s ear and the idea of someone walking in combined with Fujigaya twisting his wrist just right has Kusano spilling over his hand with a groan.
Kusano pants and they stay leaning against each other for a few seconds before Kusano leans back and grins; he uses his discarded shirt to clean up Fujigaya’s hand.
There’s footsteps echoing down the hall and Fujigaya rushes to tuck himself back in to his pants and zips them.
“Gotta-go,” Fujigaya says in a rush and Kusano can hear Yokoo calling for him down the hall.
“Thanks,” Kusano winks at Fujigaya as he slips out the door and Fujigaya pops his head back in really fast to wave and then slips back out again.
Ohkura/himself - R
His brain flips between the images: Ryo pressing close against Yasu with his hand sliding up Yasu’s thigh and lips pressed against his neck, and Uchi’s hair slicked back from the shower water running in streams down his chest. Ohkura doesn’t want to feel odd about imagining his friends doing things like that, not when his hand around his cock, stroking slow and fluid, feels so good. He ignores it in favor of what he feels-hot, good, his hand moving just right.
He squeezes around the base and strokes up, hard, thumbing through the slit and leaning against the shower wall as he shudders and his knees feel weak. Ohkura’s noise echoes off the shower wall and the hot water sluices through his hair and hits his back.
Ohkura keeps picturing things, Subaru on his knees in front of him and his hand quickly turns into Subaru’s mouth in his mind-sucking and tongue just right, making his breath hitch and legs shake.
Ohkura’s hand flies over his cock, faster, faster, he pulls himself off and moans, loud, he’s close. He imagines Ryo behind him, slowly fingering him before he pushes in while Uchi and Subaru take turns sucking him off-Subaru’s mouth around him while Uchi licks at him, his hands running up the inside of his thighs. Ohkura’s moan echoes and he keeps stroking until he is soft, the evidence of what he just did washing down the drain quickly.
He sighs and finishes washing up and joins the others outside the shower, ready to go for drinks-being the last to wash up has its advantages.
Ryo/Uchi Makeouts for Ilana (PG-13)
Uchi doesn’t have to ask Ryo if he is coming. He does anyways via text, just to be a pain-and maybe remind Ryo what days they are (even if he is sure Ryo has them marked down in his calendar).
Or, maybe, he just likes the feeling he gets when he reminds himself that he has a concert to perform in.
Uchi would like to think that this means as much to Ryo as it does to him. Maybe. He’ll be there; Uchi knows it.
He watches the first set of concerts come and go and he knows Ryo is busy with NEWS and the fifty million other things he has to do. He’ll come to one of the January shows. Even though Ryo had already done a (really dorky but sweet) VTR he would still come-other Kanjani8 members came, Ryo has to.
The first day of January shows, Ryo isn’t there. It doesn’t bug Uchi (too much). The second day of shows comes and goes and people came but not Ryo.
Uchi types out five messages (You’re coming tomorrow, right Ryo-chan~) but sends none of them.
***
The last day of shows Ohkura walks up onstage, grinning. They spend a minute or two hugging and twirling like dorks-Fujigaya theatrically walks over and throws his arms around them to join in.
There’s laughter.
Uchi disentangles himself from them, grinning, and sees Ryo standing there-a huge smile on his face.
“Ryo-chan,” Uchi’s voice is excited and happy; if Hina hadn’t come two shows ago he probably would smack him for getting sappy and sentimental.
Ryo tries to give him a short (not embarrassing) hug but Uchi doesn’t let go.
The MC and the rest of the concert sort of blur together and Uchi’s jaw aches from smiling so hard. Uchi can’t quite meet Ryo’s eyes during ‘Nijiiro sora he’ and he can’t stop the tears or his smile either.
Uchi goes backstage and Ohkura catches him and gives a quick hug goodbye.
“Great job, Uchi,” Ohkura grins.
“You have filming early?” Uchi’s high on adrenaline and not even close to coming down now.
Ohkura nods, smiles, “Treat me to curry sometime.”
Ohkura’s smile is contagious and if Uchi weren’t already smiling he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.
****
Ryo is sitting on his couch back in the makeshift dressing room.
Uchi crosses the room and goes to wrap his arms around Ryo again. He won’t say it out loud-it’s too corny, even for him-but he isn’t quite sure he’d be here, doing a concert again, if he didn’t have Ryo.
Uchi leans back to look at him, smiling hard again.
“Ryo-I” He’s interrupted by Ryo’s mouth covering his and Ryo’s hands grabbing the front of his shirt.
“You’re such a crybaby, moron,” Ryo’s voice is gruff and the way he kisses is rough but the hand on his jaw is strangely tender.
“Am not,” Uchi insists against Ryo’s lips. Ryo pulls back for a moment to scoff before going back to kissing him.
Uchi slides a hand into Ryo’s hair.
“Weirdo,” Ryo mutters.
Uchi pulls back and Ryo ends up kissing his jaw.
“Says the guy who jumps his best friend in the dressing room,” Uchi rolls his eyes.
“I didn’t jump you, freak,” Ryo frowns.
“You shoved your tongue down my throat!” Uchi’s indignant.
“No, idiot, I kissed you. You shoved your tongue down my throat,” Ryo protests.
“Whatever!” Uchi snaps, “You’re the one that started it.”
Ryo grumbles and looks like he wants to say something.
“Um…”
There’s an awkward cough from the doorway.
“Uchi-kun, there’s um...something the guys want to say but if you’re busy, I can come back?” the junior looks awkward (he’ll probably laugh about it to someone later though).
Uchi looks sheepish and maybe a bit embarrassed-Ryo would pause to appreciate it but he’s to busy wincing and lamenting the universe’s annoying sense of humor.
“Oh, okay, yeah, I’ll be there one second,” Uchi laughs nervously and the junior disappears out the door. Uchi’s sort of glad he was one of the older ones.
Ryo laughs, “You have good timing.”
“Shut up.” Uchi whines but he can’t really hide the amusement in his voice.
Ryo’s voice comes out quiet, “You’re coming over later, right?”
Uchi grins, “I’ll be back in a few.”
When Uchi comes out BAD are sharing (entirely too) amused looks.
“Nishikido-kun had his tongue down your throat, huh?” Junta grins.
“Well, apparently, Nishikido-kun said it was the other way around,” Akito barely keeps from laughing.
Uchi frowns, “You all suck.”
Ryo/Ohkura - shower wank to HJ - R
Shower shelf = inshower organizer things for your shampoos and conditioners and stuff
Ohkura doesn’t know how he manages to get the shower first, usually Ryo is up before him. He considers himself lucky, he’s spared the embarrassment of waking up on Ryo’s couch with a tent in his blanket.
Ohkura turns the water on full-blast. Figuring he should get rid of it quickly he doesn’t hesitate in sliding his hand between his legs and jerks himself off in fast strokes.
Ohkura bites his lip, his hand pressed flat against the side of the shower and squeezes. His low groans aren’t audible over the water. Ohkura strokes faster and faster, he can feel himself getting there. He rests a hand on the shower shelving behind him and moves his hand faster and pants open-mouthed as he feels himself about to come. He leans back more and there’s a cracking noise and then the entire contents of the shelves crash onto the shower floor. Ohkura follows, barely managing to catch himself before he is completely sprawled out on Ryo’s shower floor.
“Owww,” Ohkura frowns. His back hurts dammit, and Ryo’s stupid flimsy shelving things scratched him.
The doorknob turns and Ohkura, belatedly, realizes he forgot to lock it again.
“Ohkura?” Ryo is in the door way and looks almost concerned. Ryo sees Ohkura close to being sprawled out on the shower floor with the entire shelf swinging precariously, about to fall off behind him.
Ryo’s lips twitch and he makes a feeble attempt at not laughing, but he isn’t that nice of a friend, anyways. He laughs so hard Ohkura wants to throw the bottle of Herbal Essence shampoo at his head.
“Stop laughing, asshole, your shelves hurt,” Ohkura whines.
“What were you doing leaning on them anyways, moron?” Ryo stops laughing at him but he’s still grinning.
Ohkura flushes red, and it’s not from the hot water still running.
“Oh…,” Ryo sees, and his voice is a bit strained.
Ohkura doesn’t look him in the eye, and Ryo hesitates for a second before moving towards him. Ohkura holds his breath and his heart beats faster when Ryo stops just before getting in the shower. Ohkura’s breath rushes out in a moan when Ryo’s hand slowly wraps around his cock and pulls. It feels good and Ohkura closes his eyes, his head falling back against the wall. The shelf is still uncomfortably pressed against his back but it’s tolerable with Ryo’s hand stroking him faster-more sure and Ohkura’s low noises seem to be encouraging him. It’s better than his hand, and Ohkura moans a low, “please.” Ryo thumbs the tip and pulls back and that’s all it takes to have Ohkura biting his lip and coming over Ryo’s hand.
Ryo rinses his hand off. It’s quiet, for a beat, while Ohkura’s breathing returns to normal.
“You’re buying me a new shelf.”
Ohkura wanking (R)
It’s been a frustrating week of touring, tension, exhaustion and Ohkura hasn’t had respite since it started two months ago. He toes off his shoes inside the hotel room, moving to sit on the edge of the couch, leaning back and blinking at the ceiling. Ohkura sighs, restless, deprived, and annoyed. Wasting no time he unsnaps and unzips his jeans, pushing them out of the way.
Ohkura steadily palms himself through his briefs. He’s just looking to relieve his tension; he starts out imagining the big-breasted girls in the porno Uchi leant him earlier in the month. Ohkura’s body warms, face and neck growing hot as he grips himself through the cotton, experimentally pulling once, his breath shuddering out. He slowly rubs his palm over the growing bulge, his left hand clenching on the armrest.
He doesn’t know when he has stopped thinking about the girls and started imagining Ryo against him. Ohkura shifts backwards, jeans sliding down his thighs, back of his neck pressed into the couch; he pictures Ryo in his black TORN outfit; the sheer shirt, and tight black pants. Ohkura slips his hand underneath the waistband of the briefs, hand wrapping around his the base of his cock; Ohkura slides his hand up and back down, eyes fluttering shut and breath hissing out. Ohkura replays parts of their earlier concert; Ryo’s back pressed up against his chest, Ryo’s hips rolling underneath his hands. Ohkura pushes his briefs down his thighs; he slides his hand up his cock, legs twitching when he pauses to thumb over the tip, pleasure jolting up his spine. Ohkura chokes down a moan, working to just finish, his free hand pushing his bangs out of his eyes, and then sliding down his chest and stopping at his knee to grip tightly. Ohkura pumps faster his breath coming out in short pants.
Ohkura’s almost there when he can’t really keep quiet anymore, his steady strokes turning frenzied and disjointed. His hand moves faster and faster as he pushes himself threw his orgasm; mouth parted, eyes clenched shut and toes curling into the carpet and Ohkura groans lowly and spills over his hand.
Ohkura doesn’t move for a moment, heart-rate returning to normal, cleaning himself off with tissues and tucking himself back into his pants.