[Fic] Don't go breaking my heart
Title: Don't go breaking my heart
Author: bunny_d_kate
Fandom: V6
Pairing: Okada Junichi, Miyake Ken
Summary: Ken gets annoyed because Okada won't let him sit in his lap anymore and devises a cunning plan to get his revenge.
Notes: Written for one of ohnaganoes' prompts on the kink meme a while ago.
"Sorry, I really need to read this now."
The words still rang inside his head and they still stung.
It's not like sitting on his lap would have kept him from reading his stupid script.
He wasn't even sure why he was so pissed off about this. Of course he didn't like being rejected but somehow getting rejected by him was worse. Maybe because it usually didn't happen. Whether it was because he was his junior and felt obliged to comply or because he was just generally too nice he wasn't quite sure but Okada rarely turned down any of his attempts at skinship, no matter in what form.
This change in attitude could obviously not be tolerated. He was not giving up his favorite couch just because their youngest was suddenly too busy with being a serious actor. So he had devised a cunning plan. One that could not fail, that he was sure of.
Before entering the dressing room, he made sure to pull his already loose-fitting shirt down low enough to expose the bare skin of his neck almost all the way to his shoulder, though his nonchalant entrance was ruined a little by Sakamoto immediately scolding him for being late for the meeting again.
Mumbling an apology he scurried to his seat, keeping to himself that the only reason why he was this late in the first place that he spend over half an hour in front of the mirror deciding which pair of skinny jeans made his ass look best.
He pretended to follow the already ongoing discussion about the details of their upcoming single release. He was going to lull his victim into a false sense of security before starting his attack.
When they were asked to vote on their favorite design for the cover, he saw his chance and got up from his chair, almost losing his balance when he leaned over to point at one particular picture lying on the very edge of the table. He could hardly suppress a smug grin when he noticed Okada's eyes flicking up to his exposed collarbone. First strike.
The second one wasn't even planned but you could always count on Go being a childish idiot and so when his friend ran past him in the hallway after the meeting, knocking off his baseball cap with a silly giggle, he vowed to himself to take him out for a beer one of these days to thank him for making his life so much easier.
Heaving an exaggerated sigh, he bent done to pick it up, making sure to give his butt a little wiggle while doing so. He couldn't help that Okada was walking right behind him, now could he?
After much pleading on his and Inocchi's part, they had decided to all go out for dinner together. Having the ultimate gourmet with them, they were lead to what was supposed to be "Ginza's best shabu shabu place" even though it didn't really look like it from the outside.
Still looking at the dishes on the display outside, he flinched in surprise when he felt someone put a hand on his shoulder from behind. Looking over, he questioningly raised his brow when his eyes met Okada's but he didn't get much of a reaction apart from a light squeeze.
As always, Nagano had been right. The food was delicious and so was the beer. Though he didn’t allow himself more than one. Enough to feel that pleasant buzz at the back of his mind but without losing his wits. He still needed those tonight.
Most people considered him a total lightweight when it came to drinking and while his alcohol tolerance was pretty low, a lot of his drunken antics were more show than anything else. It was what people expected of him but it also let him get away with things that otherwise might have been a little over the top, even for his standards.
Coming back from the toilet, he was swaying a little, earning him some mocking laughter from the rest of the Inohara-gumi who were obviously far worse off than himself by now.
He had expected someone to catch his fall when he stumbled over his own two feet when trying to get back to his seat. What he hadn’t expected were two strong arms pulling him right onto his lap.
“Oh hello?”
There was still no verbal reply but Okada held his gaze when their eyes met.
“Thank you, SP-san. I’m quite alright. You can let me go now.” he sneered, trying to slide off his lap and back to his own seat but the arms around his waist only tightened almost possessively.
“No?”
Shaking his head with a slight frown visible on his forehead, Okada looked almost sulky.
Giving a mere shrug he tried to keep up his indifferent air a little longer though the head resting against his back and the feeling of the other’s warm breath seeping through the thin fabric of his shirt gradually made it harder to persist.
“And here I thought Okada-san didn’t like having me in his lap anymore” he muttered under his breath, making sure that the others were too occupied with themselves to follow their conversation.
“’s not true”, was the muffled reply after a moment of silence.
He allowed himself to lean back against him, sliding down low enough until he could feel the other’s nose touch the skin that was peeking out of the low neckline of his shirt.
It took all his self-control to not make a sound when the nose was replaced by warm lips, pressing against his neck, making his skin tingle with excitement.
“Little clingy tonight?”
As if to prove him right, the fingers resting on his sides fisted a little more tightly into his shirt.
A triumphant little smile flitted across his face as he felt Okada fidget under him when he shifted his position to scoot in a little closer.
“That part of you hasn’t changed after all.” he added, the softness in his voice maybe a little too obvious for his own liking.
The warm body pressed against him seemed to slowly make him forget about his plans for revenge and he couldn’t help giving a frustrated little grunt once the rest of the group finally turned their attention back to their two youngest members, followed by a few childish whoops and cat-calls.
“Save the fanservice for when there are actual fans around!” Inocchi drawled while affectively fluttering his lashes and a moment later he was pulled to his feet by a slightly disgruntled Go who was well past his usual two glasses of beer and had decided that he needed his best friend to accompany him to the next station right this very minute because he had a game of golf to attend to in the morning.
Looking back over his shoulder he noticed Okada resting his hands back in his now empty lap, the slightly sheepish look in his eyes probably only noticeable to him.
Twisting his mouth into a slightly apologetic pout, he waved his goodbyes to the remaining group before stumbling after Go who was practically halfway out of the shop already.
After deciding that hailing a cab was probably the wisest choice and easing his tipsy friend into the backseat, he made his way to the next train station, all the way cursing the others’ horrible timing as much as his own bad luck.
Not that he’d seriously been hoping to continue their little ‘thing’ with the other guys around but he would have wanted it to last just a little bit longer. A few more minutes. A few more touches. A few more… he wasn’t even sure what.
Passing the ticket gate, he stopped in his tracks as he felt his phone buzzing inside his pocket, almost causing the person behind him to bump into him. He bowed in apology and stepped out of the way, fishing for the small gadget in his back pocket that had already gone quiet again.
The newly received message only consisted of one sentence but he sure was thankful for his face mask hiding not only the goofy grin spreading on his lips but also the embarrassing blush coloring his cheeks in a deeper shade of pink.
“Somehow my lap feels lonely without you now...”
Author: bunny_d_kate
Fandom: V6
Pairing: Okada Junichi, Miyake Ken
Summary: Ken gets annoyed because Okada won't let him sit in his lap anymore and devises a cunning plan to get his revenge.
Notes: Written for one of ohnaganoes' prompts on the kink meme a while ago.
"Sorry, I really need to read this now."
The words still rang inside his head and they still stung.
It's not like sitting on his lap would have kept him from reading his stupid script.
He wasn't even sure why he was so pissed off about this. Of course he didn't like being rejected but somehow getting rejected by him was worse. Maybe because it usually didn't happen. Whether it was because he was his junior and felt obliged to comply or because he was just generally too nice he wasn't quite sure but Okada rarely turned down any of his attempts at skinship, no matter in what form.
This change in attitude could obviously not be tolerated. He was not giving up his favorite couch just because their youngest was suddenly too busy with being a serious actor. So he had devised a cunning plan. One that could not fail, that he was sure of.
Before entering the dressing room, he made sure to pull his already loose-fitting shirt down low enough to expose the bare skin of his neck almost all the way to his shoulder, though his nonchalant entrance was ruined a little by Sakamoto immediately scolding him for being late for the meeting again.
Mumbling an apology he scurried to his seat, keeping to himself that the only reason why he was this late in the first place that he spend over half an hour in front of the mirror deciding which pair of skinny jeans made his ass look best.
He pretended to follow the already ongoing discussion about the details of their upcoming single release. He was going to lull his victim into a false sense of security before starting his attack.
When they were asked to vote on their favorite design for the cover, he saw his chance and got up from his chair, almost losing his balance when he leaned over to point at one particular picture lying on the very edge of the table. He could hardly suppress a smug grin when he noticed Okada's eyes flicking up to his exposed collarbone. First strike.
The second one wasn't even planned but you could always count on Go being a childish idiot and so when his friend ran past him in the hallway after the meeting, knocking off his baseball cap with a silly giggle, he vowed to himself to take him out for a beer one of these days to thank him for making his life so much easier.
Heaving an exaggerated sigh, he bent done to pick it up, making sure to give his butt a little wiggle while doing so. He couldn't help that Okada was walking right behind him, now could he?
After much pleading on his and Inocchi's part, they had decided to all go out for dinner together. Having the ultimate gourmet with them, they were lead to what was supposed to be "Ginza's best shabu shabu place" even though it didn't really look like it from the outside.
Still looking at the dishes on the display outside, he flinched in surprise when he felt someone put a hand on his shoulder from behind. Looking over, he questioningly raised his brow when his eyes met Okada's but he didn't get much of a reaction apart from a light squeeze.
As always, Nagano had been right. The food was delicious and so was the beer. Though he didn’t allow himself more than one. Enough to feel that pleasant buzz at the back of his mind but without losing his wits. He still needed those tonight.
Most people considered him a total lightweight when it came to drinking and while his alcohol tolerance was pretty low, a lot of his drunken antics were more show than anything else. It was what people expected of him but it also let him get away with things that otherwise might have been a little over the top, even for his standards.
Coming back from the toilet, he was swaying a little, earning him some mocking laughter from the rest of the Inohara-gumi who were obviously far worse off than himself by now.
He had expected someone to catch his fall when he stumbled over his own two feet when trying to get back to his seat. What he hadn’t expected were two strong arms pulling him right onto his lap.
“Oh hello?”
There was still no verbal reply but Okada held his gaze when their eyes met.
“Thank you, SP-san. I’m quite alright. You can let me go now.” he sneered, trying to slide off his lap and back to his own seat but the arms around his waist only tightened almost possessively.
“No?”
Shaking his head with a slight frown visible on his forehead, Okada looked almost sulky.
Giving a mere shrug he tried to keep up his indifferent air a little longer though the head resting against his back and the feeling of the other’s warm breath seeping through the thin fabric of his shirt gradually made it harder to persist.
“And here I thought Okada-san didn’t like having me in his lap anymore” he muttered under his breath, making sure that the others were too occupied with themselves to follow their conversation.
“’s not true”, was the muffled reply after a moment of silence.
He allowed himself to lean back against him, sliding down low enough until he could feel the other’s nose touch the skin that was peeking out of the low neckline of his shirt.
It took all his self-control to not make a sound when the nose was replaced by warm lips, pressing against his neck, making his skin tingle with excitement.
“Little clingy tonight?”
As if to prove him right, the fingers resting on his sides fisted a little more tightly into his shirt.
A triumphant little smile flitted across his face as he felt Okada fidget under him when he shifted his position to scoot in a little closer.
“That part of you hasn’t changed after all.” he added, the softness in his voice maybe a little too obvious for his own liking.
The warm body pressed against him seemed to slowly make him forget about his plans for revenge and he couldn’t help giving a frustrated little grunt once the rest of the group finally turned their attention back to their two youngest members, followed by a few childish whoops and cat-calls.
“Save the fanservice for when there are actual fans around!” Inocchi drawled while affectively fluttering his lashes and a moment later he was pulled to his feet by a slightly disgruntled Go who was well past his usual two glasses of beer and had decided that he needed his best friend to accompany him to the next station right this very minute because he had a game of golf to attend to in the morning.
Looking back over his shoulder he noticed Okada resting his hands back in his now empty lap, the slightly sheepish look in his eyes probably only noticeable to him.
Twisting his mouth into a slightly apologetic pout, he waved his goodbyes to the remaining group before stumbling after Go who was practically halfway out of the shop already.
After deciding that hailing a cab was probably the wisest choice and easing his tipsy friend into the backseat, he made his way to the next train station, all the way cursing the others’ horrible timing as much as his own bad luck.
Not that he’d seriously been hoping to continue their little ‘thing’ with the other guys around but he would have wanted it to last just a little bit longer. A few more minutes. A few more touches. A few more… he wasn’t even sure what.
Passing the ticket gate, he stopped in his tracks as he felt his phone buzzing inside his pocket, almost causing the person behind him to bump into him. He bowed in apology and stepped out of the way, fishing for the small gadget in his back pocket that had already gone quiet again.
The newly received message only consisted of one sentence but he sure was thankful for his face mask hiding not only the goofy grin spreading on his lips but also the embarrassing blush coloring his cheeks in a deeper shade of pink.
“Somehow my lap feels lonely without you now...”