Fic: Deco Motion
Title: Deco-Motion
Genre: Smexy (I hope)
Rating: NC-17 (just to be safe)
Word Count: 900+
Beta: itsumono_you_ni (Yeah! d=(^o^)=b)
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies. AND all f***-ups are mine, none lies on my beta.
Summary: I like the way u move... I see your body wave ...U know what I want... (D-Motion, KAT-TUN)
Deco Motion
Akanishi Jin hears the make-up artist cluck her tongue. He knows his eyebags are always a source of frustration for her who, try as she might, can never hide them with any decent amount of concealer. “Next time, get a good night's sleep before a shooting, Akanishi-san,” she says, “Have mercy on me.”
Jin smiles apologetically at her through the mirror and he puts on a pair of dark glasses. She chuckles then gathers her things. She gives Jin a curt nod and quietly turns around and leaves.
Jin watches her retreating back until she disappears outside the open door. It is how he doesn't miss Kamenashi Kazuya's royal entrance.
Kazuya strides in with sure steps that are made more regal by the tails of his long imperial blue jacket that are flapping around him. Kazuya looks around and for a flitting second, locks eyes with Jin through the mirror. Kazuya turns away, makes his way around the dressing room and cheerfully greets the rest of the band members and the staff.
Jin silently scoffs at the snub. He picks up the pack of cigarette in front of him, flips the top open and shakes it a little until a stick slides out. He takes the stick and presses it between his lips. The faint smell of phosphorous reaches his nostrils as he lifts a flaming match to light the cigarette. He closes his eyes and inhales long and deep. He exhales just as deep and opens his eyes.
When the smoke that clouded the mirror disperses, Jin isn't surprised to see Kazuya standing right behind him. His face remains stoic behind the dark glasses even as he feels the slightest brush of cloth against the sleeve of his shirt when Kazuya takes a sideway step. Jin leans back until his arm rests against layers of blue cloth.
Staring at his own reflection, Kazuya tousles the fringes of his hair. The rest of his body seemingly remains unmoving but Jin feels an unmistakable bulge beneath the layers of cloth as Kazuya subtly presses closer against his arm.
Jin lifts the cigarette back between his lips and takes another drag. Then he lets his arm fall on his side, his elbow brushing against the bulge. Through the reflection of the thin veil of smoke coming from his pursed lips, through his dark glasses, he stares at Kazuya.
Still looking at his own reflection, Kazuya licks a corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. He leans forward and rubs himself further against the tense arm.
Jin feels the twitching - both Kazuya's and his. Kazuya gives him another flitting glance before straightening up and walking away. Jin takes another drag of his cigarette, noting that the layers of cloth Kazuya wears have become more distended.
♥
Jin sits on his chair again and stares at his reflection. He takes off his glasses. Shooting is over, he no longer needs to hide his eyes. He hears voices coming from behind him but his ears single out the one that sounds raspy when singing and quacky when talking; the voice that conversed with everyone except him that day.
Jin's eyes remain glued to the mirror, watching his band mates fan out until one by one their reflections in the mirror disappear. Until only one remains.
Jin replays his earlier motion - placing a stick of cigarette between his lips and lighting it with a match. He inhales and blows the first smoke. This time, he blows the smoke away from the mirror so as not to cloud his view of the young man standing in the middle of the room, facing him and poised to undress.
Kazuya's jacket came off first, dropping heavily to the floor. The shiny waistcoat glitters as it joins the jacket, followed by the oversized fur-lined cummerbund. Kazuya bends over and, without losing his balance, gracefully takes off his shoes and socks. Jin stares at the pink-soled bare feet.
Kazuya looks at Jin through the mirror and undoes his shirt buttons. Jin holds the stare as he takes another drag. Half-way through the buttons, Kazuya turns around. Jin almost smiles. The shirt slides off his broad shoulders, slowly unveiling smooth and sinewy back, glistening with sweat.
Jin hears the sound of metal clicking and the soft rip of a zipper being undone. Kazuya shakes his hips and his pants drop to the floor. He steps out of them - lifting one bare foot and then the other. He then bends over and the seat of his white boxer briefs strains against his ass. He takes his time picking up his discarded clothing and right before he straightens up, he looks behind his shoulders.
Jin meets the younger man's eyes through the mirror as thin lines of heat trickles along the insides of his legs. Kazuya unceremoniously dumps his discarded clothes on a chair and walks away beyond the reach of Jin's dresser mirror.
Jin continues to look at the mirror, watching himself smoke. He closes his eyes and he sees in his mind the blue lights that flickered non-stop during their shooting. Their song's techno sound hums in his brain. Soon, however, it is taken over by the caressing white sound of the bathroom shower running.
Jin opens his eyes. He leaves his cigarette - almost wholly spent - on the ashtray. The foul smell of filter burning permeates the room. He stands up as his mind buzzes with their song's lyrics. As he walks towards the shower room, he sings in his head: “Shake it! Drink it! Pump it!”
The End
A/N: Da da li da... Hoo! (^_~)
Genre: Smexy (I hope)
Rating: NC-17 (just to be safe)
Word Count: 900+
Beta: itsumono_you_ni (Yeah! d=(^o^)=b)
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies. AND all f***-ups are mine, none lies on my beta.
Summary: I like the way u move... I see your body wave ...U know what I want... (D-Motion, KAT-TUN)
Deco Motion
Akanishi Jin hears the make-up artist cluck her tongue. He knows his eyebags are always a source of frustration for her who, try as she might, can never hide them with any decent amount of concealer. “Next time, get a good night's sleep before a shooting, Akanishi-san,” she says, “Have mercy on me.”
Jin smiles apologetically at her through the mirror and he puts on a pair of dark glasses. She chuckles then gathers her things. She gives Jin a curt nod and quietly turns around and leaves.
Jin watches her retreating back until she disappears outside the open door. It is how he doesn't miss Kamenashi Kazuya's royal entrance.
Kazuya strides in with sure steps that are made more regal by the tails of his long imperial blue jacket that are flapping around him. Kazuya looks around and for a flitting second, locks eyes with Jin through the mirror. Kazuya turns away, makes his way around the dressing room and cheerfully greets the rest of the band members and the staff.
Jin silently scoffs at the snub. He picks up the pack of cigarette in front of him, flips the top open and shakes it a little until a stick slides out. He takes the stick and presses it between his lips. The faint smell of phosphorous reaches his nostrils as he lifts a flaming match to light the cigarette. He closes his eyes and inhales long and deep. He exhales just as deep and opens his eyes.
When the smoke that clouded the mirror disperses, Jin isn't surprised to see Kazuya standing right behind him. His face remains stoic behind the dark glasses even as he feels the slightest brush of cloth against the sleeve of his shirt when Kazuya takes a sideway step. Jin leans back until his arm rests against layers of blue cloth.
Staring at his own reflection, Kazuya tousles the fringes of his hair. The rest of his body seemingly remains unmoving but Jin feels an unmistakable bulge beneath the layers of cloth as Kazuya subtly presses closer against his arm.
Jin lifts the cigarette back between his lips and takes another drag. Then he lets his arm fall on his side, his elbow brushing against the bulge. Through the reflection of the thin veil of smoke coming from his pursed lips, through his dark glasses, he stares at Kazuya.
Still looking at his own reflection, Kazuya licks a corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. He leans forward and rubs himself further against the tense arm.
Jin feels the twitching - both Kazuya's and his. Kazuya gives him another flitting glance before straightening up and walking away. Jin takes another drag of his cigarette, noting that the layers of cloth Kazuya wears have become more distended.
♥
Jin sits on his chair again and stares at his reflection. He takes off his glasses. Shooting is over, he no longer needs to hide his eyes. He hears voices coming from behind him but his ears single out the one that sounds raspy when singing and quacky when talking; the voice that conversed with everyone except him that day.
Jin's eyes remain glued to the mirror, watching his band mates fan out until one by one their reflections in the mirror disappear. Until only one remains.
Jin replays his earlier motion - placing a stick of cigarette between his lips and lighting it with a match. He inhales and blows the first smoke. This time, he blows the smoke away from the mirror so as not to cloud his view of the young man standing in the middle of the room, facing him and poised to undress.
Kazuya's jacket came off first, dropping heavily to the floor. The shiny waistcoat glitters as it joins the jacket, followed by the oversized fur-lined cummerbund. Kazuya bends over and, without losing his balance, gracefully takes off his shoes and socks. Jin stares at the pink-soled bare feet.
Kazuya looks at Jin through the mirror and undoes his shirt buttons. Jin holds the stare as he takes another drag. Half-way through the buttons, Kazuya turns around. Jin almost smiles. The shirt slides off his broad shoulders, slowly unveiling smooth and sinewy back, glistening with sweat.
Jin hears the sound of metal clicking and the soft rip of a zipper being undone. Kazuya shakes his hips and his pants drop to the floor. He steps out of them - lifting one bare foot and then the other. He then bends over and the seat of his white boxer briefs strains against his ass. He takes his time picking up his discarded clothing and right before he straightens up, he looks behind his shoulders.
Jin meets the younger man's eyes through the mirror as thin lines of heat trickles along the insides of his legs. Kazuya unceremoniously dumps his discarded clothes on a chair and walks away beyond the reach of Jin's dresser mirror.
Jin continues to look at the mirror, watching himself smoke. He closes his eyes and he sees in his mind the blue lights that flickered non-stop during their shooting. Their song's techno sound hums in his brain. Soon, however, it is taken over by the caressing white sound of the bathroom shower running.
Jin opens his eyes. He leaves his cigarette - almost wholly spent - on the ashtray. The foul smell of filter burning permeates the room. He stands up as his mind buzzes with their song's lyrics. As he walks towards the shower room, he sings in his head: “Shake it! Drink it! Pump it!”
The End
A/N: Da da li da... Hoo! (^_~)