KinKi You Studio
Title: KinKi You Studio
Pairing: tackey x tsubasa
Other Characters: Yamapi, Jin, Sho, Okada, Tsuyoshi
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Takki is a casting director with a very hands-on approach to the interview process.
Notes: for the Summer Kink Meme :D Thanks for the prompt, anon-san sabi_she !
Life was good.
As Casting Director for one of the largest film production outfits in Japan, Takizawa Hideaki had the power to make anybody an overnight star. Not that he abused his power recklessly; he took pride in carefully winnowing out only the best and thus, was able to keep his Midas touch of picking the winners running strong. Take just yesterday, for example: he had welcomed Uchi Hiroki, former fallen boy-band idol (some sort of scandal in his past) into the fold. Hints of juicy scandals sold well - excellent rule of thumb in the business - and Uchi had reminded him of a younger, more reckless version of himself (with less prominent cheekbones, but equally nice hair). All very valid reasons to hire him combining a smart business decision with a smart people-person move as well. He suspected that right about now, Koichi-kun or Yamapi was showing him the ropes.
A knock at the door interrupted his inner monologue. Takizawa's eyes widened in surprise. Speaking of stars, this delectable vision looked like another sure-fire thing.
"Hello!" Takizawa said brightly.
"Hi," said the other man, hovering around the frame of the door. "I'm not sure if I'm in the right place?"
"You are! Do come in." Takizawa moved swiftly to the door and all but forcibly guided his visitor through the entrance-way, closing the door discreetly behind them. He didn't recall there being an interview scheduled today, but no matter; it wouldn't have been the first time Jin messed up his calendar and this was a delightful surprise. "I'm Takizawa, but most people just call me Takki. And you are?"
"Tsubasa," the other man answered, sticking his hand out as well to shake on it.
He smiled and Takki swore he felt his eyeballs swimming in their sockets. In his line of work, he was used to coming across attractive men all the time but even so, Tsubasa was special. Funny, he looked vaguely familiar, but Takki couldn't quite put his finger on it. He let his eyes roam over his new acquaintance slowly - purely for professional reasons, of course. With that lean torso and those charming dimples, Takki found much to approve of; add to that, endlessly long legs, and Tsubasa was a shoo-in. Call it pining after what he himself lacked, but Takki had always had a fetish for long legs and the way they looked wrapped around his waist. After the interview process, he'll expedite scheduling the lighting and film tests as a formality, but for now, Takki liked what he saw. A lot.
Takki walked across the room and sat down on his casting couch, patting the open spot next to him invitingly. "So, Tsubasa-san, what brings you to KinKi You studios today?"
Tsubasa glanced at the couch and then surveyed the rest of the room.
Takki smirked, knowing full well what Tsubasa saw (or rather, didn't see). "I have a chair-free policy in my office," he said airily in answer to Tsubasa's grimace. "My philosophy is: Why sit when you can lounge?" The room was sparsely furnished with the couch and a bed. He had a desk as well, but no chair behind it, as it was mainly for show. Takki much preferred the hands-on approach over tedious paperwork. Plus, the desk came in handy when he wanted to add some variety.
Tsubasa laughed. "You might want to reconsider that - nothing wrong with chairs. Should we skip the formalities and just get started then?"
"Sure," Takki said eagerly. An instant vision of himself sitting in a chair with Tsubasa kneeling between his legs made for a convincing argument and he resolved to redecorate. He cleared his throat and slipped into his sexy voice. "So Tsubasa, you're interested in joining KinKi You. But, the question is," he paused for dramatic effect, "What will you do for me?" It was his fail-safe line; subtle enough to be all proper and fit within the 21st-century-no-sexual-harassment-in-the-workplace guidelines to satisfy that perpetually frantic Shige while open enough to let the other person interpret it how they will.
Tsubasa raised one perfectly plucked eyebrow. "Well, for starters, you can strip," he said dryly. "Those clothes..." He shuddered.
Takki grinned and mentally added another notch to his scoreboard. A perfect running record both for him and his lucky shirt. "Sure," he said agreeably. Ordinarily, he would've finessed it, perhaps turned on some mood music and performed his signature ero-ero dance, but he was eager for the interview to progress along. He quickly took off his shirt and pushed down his jeans and boxers, kicking off his flip flops in the process. He did take an extra second to fold his tank top loosely on top of his pile of clothes - experience had taught him that sequins didn't take kindly to being tossed about carelessly (too easy to lose sequins that way and it would be a shame to ruin a perfectly good article of clothing). He stood confidently with his hands on his hips.
Tsubasa was eying him up and down. Takki preened. He wasn't a gym-a-holic, but he did take care of himself and ate the right things (sometimes). He hadn't met someone who didn't like the goods yet.
"What next?" Takki said expectantly.
"Turn around slowly," Tsubasa ordered.
Ooo, feisty. This was going to be fun. Takki obliged.
"Not bad," Tsubasa said begrudgingly. "You have a good base to work off of so you won't need much extra."
"Eh?"
Tsubasa set his bag down on the coffee table and started rummaging inside. He pulled out two bottles and tossed one to Takki. "You prep the front and I'll do the back."
Takki's jaw dropped in amazement. He'd had others move fast on him before, desperate for any bit part in a film, but Tsubasa was on a whole other level. He didn't mind who topped or bottomed and Tsubasa was apparently intent on doing both in short order or a bit indecisive; in either case, it was very boy-scouty and efficient of him to prepare for both options at once. Takki examined the bottle in his hand. It wasn't lube like he had originally suspected, but massage oil; a rather messy medium, but hey - he liked massages and if Tsubasa wanted to start off with one, he certainly wasn't going to object.
He uncapped the bottle and squirted a generous portion onto his hand, spreading it liberally on his cock. Behind him, Tsubasa was working industriously away at spreading the cool oil up and down his back with brisk movements.
"Stop concentrating on just that or we'll never be finished," Tsubasa said, stopping his work momentarily to supervise Takki's progress.
Takki bristled. That was seven and a half inches (now fully hard under the influence of the warm touch of Tsubasa's hands on his back). Tsubasa sure was bossy. He'll show him. Vengefully, he picked up the bottle again and squeezed some more oil onto his chest, making sure to spread it evenly across his abdomen and arms as well. Tsubasa would be a strong man indeed if he could resist the charms of a fully naked, oiled-up Takizawa Hideaki.
Takki grinned to himself, pleased with his plan, and then it occurred to him: he was very much naked, but as far as he could tell... he took a peek behind his shoulder to confirm... Tsubasa was still very much fully dressed. "You still have your clothes on," he squeaked, partly in confusion, but mostly in shock. It wasn't often that he stayed the only naked person in a room for long.
"Why shouldn't I?" Tsubasa straightened up and gave Takki an odd look.
Takki boggled. What a peculiar turn of events. What sort of question was that? And come to think of it, he'd never had a massage while standing up. Was this some kind of new European fad? Odd, he hadn't read about it in the trade magazines this month. Before he had much more of a chance to puzzle on it, the door opened with a bang.
"Takizawa-kun," Yamapi said breathlessly.
"Yamapi!" Takki said happily. He was always glad to see Yamashita, his favorite co-worker, even in situations that could be described as decidedly awkward such as the current one.
"Have you seen..." Yamapi's voice trailed off. "Oh, there you are, Tsubasa-kun! We've been looking for you. Uchi is waiting."
Yamapi was met with two identical shocked faces and a simultaneous chorus of, "Ehhh?!"
***
"You're in deep shit," Okada observed kindly.
"Why?" Takki said grumpily. He was in no mood for a game of 20 questions. It had taken him thirty minutes to wash off all the goop (okay, a good twenty five minutes of that had been spent leisurely masturbating in the shower) and he was still horny as hell.
"If you harm one hair on Tsubasa's body, Tsuyoshi is going to chop up your liver and feed it to his fish."
"Oh," Takki shrugged. "Don't worry. Safe sex is my motto." In fact, he was usually the one who sat down the company's excitable interns and gave them the birds and bees talk complete with a complimentary starter kit of lube and condoms.
Okada shook his head impatiently. "You don't get it. You can count on one hand all the things that Tsuyoshi cares about deeply in this world." He held up his hand and ticked them off, "One: his family. Two: Ken-chan. Three: Koichi-kun. Four: Tsubasa. Five: His collection of vintage guitars."
Takki's eyes widened, duly impressed with the severity of the situation he found himself in. Shit. Tsubasa ranked above the guitars.
"Oh, yea," Jin piped up. "Tsubasa goes way back with both Tsuyoshi and Koichi. Ever since Shock 2003, I suppose."
"The hell?" Takki blurted out. "Tsubasa was one of Koichi's co-stars?" Jin was an idiot who didn't know his left from his right and walked into doors and walls, but he had a creepily impressive encyclopedic knowledge of pornography. Well, that explained why Tsubasa had looked so familiar; there were promotional posters for all of KinKi You's dvds hanging around the building.
"Yep," Jin nodded. His eyes grew misty with fondness. "There was a Tsubasa sequel in 2006 as well. Great stuff - some of the best facial scenes of all time. I'm surprised you've never seen them before. They're classics in the industry."
Takki knew for a fact that Jin happened to think everything was a classic, but at the moment, he was asking himself that very question as well.
"You might want to wipe that drool off your face before Tsuyoshi sees it," Okada snorted. "And don't say later that I didn't warn you," he grumbled.
Takki nodded absentmindedly, his mind already miles away, busily wondering if it would be very obvious if he borrowed those two dvds from the archives for tonight.
It was essential for professional development, of course.
***
"Well, did he?" Sho grinned knowingly.
Tsubasa glared. Sho already knew the answer, he just wanted him to say it. "Some friend you are, taking so much pleasure in my pain," he groused. Sho laughed louder. "Okay, okay, fine," Tsubasa relented, holding his hands up in defeat. "It's pretty funny." Sho looked up at him expectantly and Tsubasa sighed. In for a penny, in for a pound. "And yes, he did use his line on me." (Predictably, this set off another bout of giggles from Sho.) Tsubasa frowned. "Akanishi said it was the first door on the right! And people normally ask more questions when you tell them to strip!"
Sho took a moment to stop laughing to give Tsubasa a gentle poke in the cheek. "Oh, Tsubasa. Welcome back. After this, it'll be no time before you're back in the full swing of things."
Tsubasa couldn't help but let a tiny smile creep across his face. There were certainly worse things than inadvertently giving a cute guy an oil rubdown.
***
"Takizawa," Tsuyoshi grinned. "Fancy finding you in the dusty stacks of the archive library."
"Tsuyoshi!" Takki quaked and hastily thrust the two dvds he had in his hand behind his back. He had a particular fondness for his liver and was in no special hurry to lose it. "Just checking to see how the interns were coming along with that shelving project."
Tsuyoshi smile grew wider. "Oh yes, organized shelves do make searching for particular titles that much easier, doesn't it?"
Takki gulped and inched backwards uneasily. He had no clever response that wouldn't incriminate himself deeper.
"Well, have a nice day!" Tsuyoshi waved with a wiggle of fingers and walked away.
Takki watched his receding back and shivered. Tsuyoshi was definitely not someone to take lightly.
Pairing: tackey x tsubasa
Other Characters: Yamapi, Jin, Sho, Okada, Tsuyoshi
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Takki is a casting director with a very hands-on approach to the interview process.
Notes: for the Summer Kink Meme :D Thanks for the prompt, anon-san sabi_she !
Life was good.
As Casting Director for one of the largest film production outfits in Japan, Takizawa Hideaki had the power to make anybody an overnight star. Not that he abused his power recklessly; he took pride in carefully winnowing out only the best and thus, was able to keep his Midas touch of picking the winners running strong. Take just yesterday, for example: he had welcomed Uchi Hiroki, former fallen boy-band idol (some sort of scandal in his past) into the fold. Hints of juicy scandals sold well - excellent rule of thumb in the business - and Uchi had reminded him of a younger, more reckless version of himself (with less prominent cheekbones, but equally nice hair). All very valid reasons to hire him combining a smart business decision with a smart people-person move as well. He suspected that right about now, Koichi-kun or Yamapi was showing him the ropes.
A knock at the door interrupted his inner monologue. Takizawa's eyes widened in surprise. Speaking of stars, this delectable vision looked like another sure-fire thing.
"Hello!" Takizawa said brightly.
"Hi," said the other man, hovering around the frame of the door. "I'm not sure if I'm in the right place?"
"You are! Do come in." Takizawa moved swiftly to the door and all but forcibly guided his visitor through the entrance-way, closing the door discreetly behind them. He didn't recall there being an interview scheduled today, but no matter; it wouldn't have been the first time Jin messed up his calendar and this was a delightful surprise. "I'm Takizawa, but most people just call me Takki. And you are?"
"Tsubasa," the other man answered, sticking his hand out as well to shake on it.
He smiled and Takki swore he felt his eyeballs swimming in their sockets. In his line of work, he was used to coming across attractive men all the time but even so, Tsubasa was special. Funny, he looked vaguely familiar, but Takki couldn't quite put his finger on it. He let his eyes roam over his new acquaintance slowly - purely for professional reasons, of course. With that lean torso and those charming dimples, Takki found much to approve of; add to that, endlessly long legs, and Tsubasa was a shoo-in. Call it pining after what he himself lacked, but Takki had always had a fetish for long legs and the way they looked wrapped around his waist. After the interview process, he'll expedite scheduling the lighting and film tests as a formality, but for now, Takki liked what he saw. A lot.
Takki walked across the room and sat down on his casting couch, patting the open spot next to him invitingly. "So, Tsubasa-san, what brings you to KinKi You studios today?"
Tsubasa glanced at the couch and then surveyed the rest of the room.
Takki smirked, knowing full well what Tsubasa saw (or rather, didn't see). "I have a chair-free policy in my office," he said airily in answer to Tsubasa's grimace. "My philosophy is: Why sit when you can lounge?" The room was sparsely furnished with the couch and a bed. He had a desk as well, but no chair behind it, as it was mainly for show. Takki much preferred the hands-on approach over tedious paperwork. Plus, the desk came in handy when he wanted to add some variety.
Tsubasa laughed. "You might want to reconsider that - nothing wrong with chairs. Should we skip the formalities and just get started then?"
"Sure," Takki said eagerly. An instant vision of himself sitting in a chair with Tsubasa kneeling between his legs made for a convincing argument and he resolved to redecorate. He cleared his throat and slipped into his sexy voice. "So Tsubasa, you're interested in joining KinKi You. But, the question is," he paused for dramatic effect, "What will you do for me?" It was his fail-safe line; subtle enough to be all proper and fit within the 21st-century-no-sexual-harassment-in-the-workplace guidelines to satisfy that perpetually frantic Shige while open enough to let the other person interpret it how they will.
Tsubasa raised one perfectly plucked eyebrow. "Well, for starters, you can strip," he said dryly. "Those clothes..." He shuddered.
Takki grinned and mentally added another notch to his scoreboard. A perfect running record both for him and his lucky shirt. "Sure," he said agreeably. Ordinarily, he would've finessed it, perhaps turned on some mood music and performed his signature ero-ero dance, but he was eager for the interview to progress along. He quickly took off his shirt and pushed down his jeans and boxers, kicking off his flip flops in the process. He did take an extra second to fold his tank top loosely on top of his pile of clothes - experience had taught him that sequins didn't take kindly to being tossed about carelessly (too easy to lose sequins that way and it would be a shame to ruin a perfectly good article of clothing). He stood confidently with his hands on his hips.
Tsubasa was eying him up and down. Takki preened. He wasn't a gym-a-holic, but he did take care of himself and ate the right things (sometimes). He hadn't met someone who didn't like the goods yet.
"What next?" Takki said expectantly.
"Turn around slowly," Tsubasa ordered.
Ooo, feisty. This was going to be fun. Takki obliged.
"Not bad," Tsubasa said begrudgingly. "You have a good base to work off of so you won't need much extra."
"Eh?"
Tsubasa set his bag down on the coffee table and started rummaging inside. He pulled out two bottles and tossed one to Takki. "You prep the front and I'll do the back."
Takki's jaw dropped in amazement. He'd had others move fast on him before, desperate for any bit part in a film, but Tsubasa was on a whole other level. He didn't mind who topped or bottomed and Tsubasa was apparently intent on doing both in short order or a bit indecisive; in either case, it was very boy-scouty and efficient of him to prepare for both options at once. Takki examined the bottle in his hand. It wasn't lube like he had originally suspected, but massage oil; a rather messy medium, but hey - he liked massages and if Tsubasa wanted to start off with one, he certainly wasn't going to object.
He uncapped the bottle and squirted a generous portion onto his hand, spreading it liberally on his cock. Behind him, Tsubasa was working industriously away at spreading the cool oil up and down his back with brisk movements.
"Stop concentrating on just that or we'll never be finished," Tsubasa said, stopping his work momentarily to supervise Takki's progress.
Takki bristled. That was seven and a half inches (now fully hard under the influence of the warm touch of Tsubasa's hands on his back). Tsubasa sure was bossy. He'll show him. Vengefully, he picked up the bottle again and squeezed some more oil onto his chest, making sure to spread it evenly across his abdomen and arms as well. Tsubasa would be a strong man indeed if he could resist the charms of a fully naked, oiled-up Takizawa Hideaki.
Takki grinned to himself, pleased with his plan, and then it occurred to him: he was very much naked, but as far as he could tell... he took a peek behind his shoulder to confirm... Tsubasa was still very much fully dressed. "You still have your clothes on," he squeaked, partly in confusion, but mostly in shock. It wasn't often that he stayed the only naked person in a room for long.
"Why shouldn't I?" Tsubasa straightened up and gave Takki an odd look.
Takki boggled. What a peculiar turn of events. What sort of question was that? And come to think of it, he'd never had a massage while standing up. Was this some kind of new European fad? Odd, he hadn't read about it in the trade magazines this month. Before he had much more of a chance to puzzle on it, the door opened with a bang.
"Takizawa-kun," Yamapi said breathlessly.
"Yamapi!" Takki said happily. He was always glad to see Yamashita, his favorite co-worker, even in situations that could be described as decidedly awkward such as the current one.
"Have you seen..." Yamapi's voice trailed off. "Oh, there you are, Tsubasa-kun! We've been looking for you. Uchi is waiting."
Yamapi was met with two identical shocked faces and a simultaneous chorus of, "Ehhh?!"
***
"You're in deep shit," Okada observed kindly.
"Why?" Takki said grumpily. He was in no mood for a game of 20 questions. It had taken him thirty minutes to wash off all the goop (okay, a good twenty five minutes of that had been spent leisurely masturbating in the shower) and he was still horny as hell.
"If you harm one hair on Tsubasa's body, Tsuyoshi is going to chop up your liver and feed it to his fish."
"Oh," Takki shrugged. "Don't worry. Safe sex is my motto." In fact, he was usually the one who sat down the company's excitable interns and gave them the birds and bees talk complete with a complimentary starter kit of lube and condoms.
Okada shook his head impatiently. "You don't get it. You can count on one hand all the things that Tsuyoshi cares about deeply in this world." He held up his hand and ticked them off, "One: his family. Two: Ken-chan. Three: Koichi-kun. Four: Tsubasa. Five: His collection of vintage guitars."
Takki's eyes widened, duly impressed with the severity of the situation he found himself in. Shit. Tsubasa ranked above the guitars.
"Oh, yea," Jin piped up. "Tsubasa goes way back with both Tsuyoshi and Koichi. Ever since Shock 2003, I suppose."
"The hell?" Takki blurted out. "Tsubasa was one of Koichi's co-stars?" Jin was an idiot who didn't know his left from his right and walked into doors and walls, but he had a creepily impressive encyclopedic knowledge of pornography. Well, that explained why Tsubasa had looked so familiar; there were promotional posters for all of KinKi You's dvds hanging around the building.
"Yep," Jin nodded. His eyes grew misty with fondness. "There was a Tsubasa sequel in 2006 as well. Great stuff - some of the best facial scenes of all time. I'm surprised you've never seen them before. They're classics in the industry."
Takki knew for a fact that Jin happened to think everything was a classic, but at the moment, he was asking himself that very question as well.
"You might want to wipe that drool off your face before Tsuyoshi sees it," Okada snorted. "And don't say later that I didn't warn you," he grumbled.
Takki nodded absentmindedly, his mind already miles away, busily wondering if it would be very obvious if he borrowed those two dvds from the archives for tonight.
It was essential for professional development, of course.
***
"Well, did he?" Sho grinned knowingly.
Tsubasa glared. Sho already knew the answer, he just wanted him to say it. "Some friend you are, taking so much pleasure in my pain," he groused. Sho laughed louder. "Okay, okay, fine," Tsubasa relented, holding his hands up in defeat. "It's pretty funny." Sho looked up at him expectantly and Tsubasa sighed. In for a penny, in for a pound. "And yes, he did use his line on me." (Predictably, this set off another bout of giggles from Sho.) Tsubasa frowned. "Akanishi said it was the first door on the right! And people normally ask more questions when you tell them to strip!"
Sho took a moment to stop laughing to give Tsubasa a gentle poke in the cheek. "Oh, Tsubasa. Welcome back. After this, it'll be no time before you're back in the full swing of things."
Tsubasa couldn't help but let a tiny smile creep across his face. There were certainly worse things than inadvertently giving a cute guy an oil rubdown.
***
"Takizawa," Tsuyoshi grinned. "Fancy finding you in the dusty stacks of the archive library."
"Tsuyoshi!" Takki quaked and hastily thrust the two dvds he had in his hand behind his back. He had a particular fondness for his liver and was in no special hurry to lose it. "Just checking to see how the interns were coming along with that shelving project."
Tsuyoshi smile grew wider. "Oh yes, organized shelves do make searching for particular titles that much easier, doesn't it?"
Takki gulped and inched backwards uneasily. He had no clever response that wouldn't incriminate himself deeper.
"Well, have a nice day!" Tsuyoshi waved with a wiggle of fingers and walked away.
Takki watched his receding back and shivered. Tsuyoshi was definitely not someone to take lightly.