Gift Fic For xingphonic
To: xingphonic
From: santa_johnny
Title: Your Allure
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru x Ueda (KAT-TUN)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Notes: Dear xingphonic, I hope that you enjoy this fic and that it meets your expectations. It was fun to write, even though it took me a long time. Enjoy~~ Also thank you to my wonderful beta, you know who you are. Thank you for checking this on a day when you were tired.
Summary: Nakamaru has a client at his hair salon that he always enjoys seeing.
He was a regular. One that he always appreciated, as it was an easy conversation before Nakamaru fell into the deep concentration as he made the man’s hair just the way he wanted it. Nakamaru had trained in hairdressing for years and years, but there was never a fun cut to do than the ones this man brought in. He still remembers how the guy had wandered in 3 years ago, with a scribbly sketch, a photo and a lot of explaining. That was when he dyed the man’s longish hair a copper colour and slowly started shaping it into a bob. After that, he always asked for him, indicating what he wanted, then slowly asking for what Nakamaru thought was best.
Ueda was one of the customers that always mystified Nakamaru. He had this slightly ‘in his own world’ look that seemed to contrast to his very direct glances. He was a mix of hot and cold in a person that Nakamaru wasn’t always too sure how to handle. Yet since the first day when he stepped into the hair salon, longish black hair and an almost fragile aura, he had always returned.
Nakamaru had dyed his hair, cut his hair, changed it, re-dyed it and styled it so many times that he knew the texture and details of the man’s hair inside out. His fingers would itch with the temptation to run through it and make it stand the way he wanted, to lie in the way he thought would suit the man more.
It was the way that Ueda would make small talk with Nakamaru before slipping into his own world that got him curious. He was the type that asked many questions, yet evaded most directed at him.
It was a cold evening when he came in an hour before closing, asking Nakamaru if he could dye his hair blonde. Nakamaru nodded, taking in the messy spikes, the leather coat and heavy boots. The smudged black eyeliner around his eyes made Nakamaru even more aware of just how intense Ueda’s looks can be.
As Nakamaru progressed with the dying process, he noticed the intense stares he was getting. Their eyes met in the mirror for a moment before Nakamaru quickly dropped his gaze, focusing instead on the fingers drumming an unknown beat on the chair. For a moment it grounded Nakamaru, letting him slip back into his concentration. He was determined to make Ueda’s hair a perfect blonde.
It took longer than an hour and Nakamaru was left with lock up duties. Ueda lingered by the cash register, his eyes lingering over the studio
“Do you wanna grab a drink?” Nakamaru paused for a moment to blink at Ueda.
“What?”
“I kept you after closing time, so I’m offering to buy you a drink… or do you want dinner instead?”
Nakamaru didn’t answer… but his stomach did, Ueda’s laugh sounded like it had ripped out of him; loud, unexpected and natural. Nakamaru smiled shyly.
“I hope Ramen is ok” Ueda uttered through his laughs.
Ueda knew a small shop in the backstreets. At first Nakamaru was suspicious at the tiny shop who could maybe only handle 8 people. But when Ueda squeezed into the seat next to him and quickly ordered for them both, Nakamaru found out just how good the Ramen was. He hoped he’d be able to find it on his own again, because it was definitely one of the best bowels of Ramen he’d ever had.
They had moved on to a small bar after that, chatting over beers as the bartender sometimes chipped into their conversations. Nakamaru gathered they were good friends, especially when the other relentlessly teased Ueda about his eyeliner the whole evening.
“Shut up Nishikido, I just didn’t have time to take it off.” That’s when Nakamaru noticed it, that one part of his hair that was currently out of place. He leaned forward and quickly adjusted it back into perfection. When his attention returned to his surroundings, Ueda and Nishikido were both staring at him.
“Sorry, occupational hazard” Nakamaru muttered in excuse. But Ueda just smiled back at him gently while Nishikido rolled his eyes.
“You want another drink?” Nishikido asked Nakamaru, but he just shook his head.
“I better start heading home, I have to work tomorrow” Nakamaru started to stand, when Ueda stood with him. “You don’t have to…” But Ueda interrupted him with a wave of his hand.
“I dragged you out, least I can do is drag you back to the station” Nakamaru blinked in response… strange wording, he thought, but from the Nishikido shooed him out, Nakamaru assumed it was normal for Ueda to speak in such odd terms.
Ueda walked with him to the station, the cold slowly sneaking under their coats, but the companionable way they would bump shoulders as they walked made Nakamaru feel slightly warm inside.
“You know…” Nakamaru started, a little hesitant to ask the next question… Originally he planned on never asking, but after a couple of beers, he felt it would be ok.
Ueda just stared at him, waiting for him to talk, waiting for Nakamaru to get his brain back in gear.
“Go on…” he prompted
“My manager wants me to have a hair model to feature my work on the site… I was wondering if you’d like to do it”
Ueda stared at him for a longer moment, as he was about to speak, Nakamaru rambled on.
“If you don’t want to, that’s ok. I was actually going to decline it, I don’t really need it anyway and the thing is mmmmphhh” Ueda had to cover Nakamaru’s flow of words with his own hand to get a moment to breathe, let alone speak.
“If you’re ok with me, and my image, then I don’t mind” Slowly Ueda pulled away, almost too slowly. Nakamaru remained silent after the hand was pulled away. He smiled at Ueda before pulling out his phone. He’d need Ueda’s number to contact him for a suitable to set it all up after all.
Nakamaru claimed he was too busy to text him as soon as he looked at his schedule the next day… or the day after that. It actually took him a whole week before he got the courage to text Ueda asking him if he was free any time the following week.
Sure, I’m free Sunday to Wednesday, so anytime then is good.
The salon was closed on Monday’s so Nakamaru thought it would be a good chance to take advantage of no one being around and scheduled it for then. He’d have to borrow Shige’s camera so that he could actually get some good shots of Ueda.
The days trickled past and Nakamaru had nearly forgotten about it until his reminder woke him up on Monday morning. He scrambled out of bed, showered and rushed out to the salon. Ueda was leaning against the wall by the door, waiting to be let in.
“Sorry I’m late, I didn’t think you’d get here so early” Ueda just shrugged, following Nakamaru up the stairs into the quiet salon. Nakamaru ran around getting the lights on and sorting out things so that he could get started. Ueda sat down on the sofa, staring around the place. It was so unusual to see the place so empty. Last time he’d been here, only Nakamaru and he were left, but the music and the general buzz that was normally in the air was gone.
Nakamaru invited Ueda over to wash his hair, gently massaging the shampoo in and rinsing. Ueda closed his eyes; he always enjoyed getting his hair washed. It was relaxing and he often needed something to push away the pressure behind his eyes. His fingers tapped out a gentle rhythm. Maybe if he had time later, he’d write a melody to it.
Nakamaru guided him through the process, trimming his hair a little as he adjusted part of the style, then drying it so that he could style it for some photos. Ueda watched him in his half concentrating state, he enjoyed the way Nakamaru focused on his hair, the small changes in his facial features was captivating and seemed to keep so much hidden from him. He often wondered what Nakamaru was thinking about when he focused like this.
When he finished, Nakamaru smiled brightly at Ueda. A smile that Ueda was very happy to return. Nakamaru guided him around the studio, asking him to stand in different places while he thought of the best place to take some photos. He got a camera out from behind the reception desk and snapped a few photos, before asking Ueda to move to a different spot.
Nakamaru was surprised; it was like Ueda was more intense through the lens. His eyes would focus or he’d turn his head in just the perfect angle. It was as if he knew exactly what would be best for the shot.
Nakamaru had to change the location. He fixed a small part of Ueda’s hair before grabbing some of his equipment.
“Let’s see what kind of shots we can get outside” Nakamaru stated, prompting Ueda to follow him out.
Nakamaru wasn’t the best photographer, but there was an energy that Ueda radiated that just pulled him in. He’d point the camera at him and snap shots of him fighting against the breeze, of him frowning at people walking past.
That’s when the squeals caught Nakamaru’s attention. He was leaning in close, fixing one strand in Ueda’s fringe when he felt the other tense in reaction. Nakamaru looked over and saw a couple of girls calling out to Ueda, waving and squealing when he looked their way.
Nakamaru saw from the corner of his eye how Ueda smiled brightly at the girls, but Nakamaru could see just how fake it was.
“You should keep taking photos, or they might try approach” Ueda said quietly, while waving a little. Nakamaru stepped back, promoting Ueda to pose again for the camera.
“Why are they there?” Nakamaru asked, almost afraid of what the answers could be. Was Ueda a host? Or perhaps he had courted them during late nights out, and have become his stalkers.
“Fans, they find me sometimes, despite how much I try avoid them”
Nakamaru nearly dropped the camera. What exactly did Ueda do? The smouldering gaze that Ueda shot the camera then nearly stopped Nakamaru’s heart.
“I’m a musician” Ueda concluded, understanding what Nakamaru was thinking about. It made sense if Nakamaru thought about it. It was rare for someone to come in at hours like Ueda did, go through different hairstyles like that and still hold a normal businessman job.
“Oh” Was all Nakamaru could say, his fingers playing with the camera.
Taking photos with Ueda was fun, he probably took way too many but deep down he knew he would probably keep them all. They walked back to the studio, talking animatedly. Apparently Ueda was a rock musician, sometimes writing smooth ballads that attracted both a male and female audience. Nakamaru was impressed, but more surprised that Ueda had actually allowed him to photograph him. Apparently he didn’t appear in magazines much, but still he knew how to act in front of a camera, and attracted enough attention when he did have his photo taken.
Looking through the photos on the computer made Nakamaru realise just how much attention Ueda could probably attract.
“Is it really alright to use these on the site?” Nakamaru asked, surprised when he found Ueda very close behind him. He could sense the heat of the other radiating behind him as Ueda leaned over his shoulder to get a closer look at the photos.
“Sure, why not? I think they came out well” Nakamaru couldn’t argue with that, and just let Ueda lean into his space more as the other flicked through the different photos.
“Wanna grab dinner again?” Ueda asked, as Nakamaru slowly started to tidy his things away. He stood and looked over at Ueda who was leaning casually by the entrance, watching him.
He nodded, Ueda was good company, and he didn’t really want to part from it so soon.
Dinner - a small Italian restaurant that Ueda knew about - soon lead to drinks at Nishikido’s bar again. But this time, rather than sitting at the counter, Ueda claimed a pool table on the side. Nakamaru saw Nishikido roll his eyes, already digging behind the bar for shot glasses before Ueda even asked for them.
Ueda challenged him to pool. Loser had to take a shot of tequila, and from the moment he said it, Nakamaru knew that he wasn’t going to escape from it. When was the last time he’d even played pool? High school? Hairdressing school? Who knew?
It was clear after a beer and one practice game that maybe Nakamaru didn’t have to worry too much. He had lucky shots, and Ueda had some unlucky ones. The first game Nakamaru actually won, and Ueda downed his shot while Nakamaru broke for the next game.
Nakamaru lost the next two and soon Ueda was laughing next to him, taking shots with him even in the middle of their games. The rules were quickly going out the window and Ueda was tickling Nakamaru to stop him from potting his own ball. Or when Ueda asked if he could punch the balls into the pockets.
Soon Nishikido was guiding them to the bar and letting a couple play instead.
But rather than staying and ordering a drink, Ueda just paid and dragged Nakamaru out the bar, sticking his tongue out at Nishikdo as he walked out the door. Nakamaru laughed and Ueda threw an arm over his shoulder.
They walked towards the station before Nakamaru stopped dead in his tracks. Ueda stumbling to stay with him. A moment or two of flailing Ueda finally asked.
“Why’d ya stop?”
“Keys” Ueda looked at him strangely.
“What?”
“I don’t have my keys. I must have left them in the salon” Nakamaru said again, “You go ahead, I’m gonna head back to the salon before heading home.
“I’ll come with”
“I don’t want you to miss your train” Ueda just shrugged, he didn’t really care if he missed it or not. There was still about 20 minutes before it left anyway.
Nakamaru gave in, turning them around and heading back towards the salon.
Nakamaru slipped in through the door, he told Ueda that he could wait outside, it’d only take him about 10 minutes to find it. But Ueda slipped in after him, locking the door behind him. Nakamaru stumbled up the stairs before he came to the main section of the hair salon. He moved around carefully. He knew that he’d left his keys here somewhere, but with the whole scramble this morning, he wasn’t too sure where. He checked the reception desk, his hands lifting papers and the keyboard only to confirm that it was indeed not there. He checked near the sinks and by the stand where he usually worked. He signed to himself as he placed the magazines back down on the table, confirming that the keys were indeed not there. He jumped a little as hands circled his waist.
“Calm down” Ueda whispered into his ear, causing Nakamaru to shiver ever so slightly. He guided Nakamaru backwards until they both fell down on the sofa. Ueda giggled softly into Nakamaru’s hair as he found himself mostly pinned underneath the older man.
“…U…Ueda?” Nakamaru asked cautiously, he wasn’t too sure what the other was doing, or why he was brought down onto the sofa with him. He soon squeaked as he felt Ueda gently start kissing his neck.
“What are you doing?” Nakamaru whispered to him, but Ueda didn’t answer, proceeding to kiss, lick and soon bite his way along the stretch of neck that he could reach. He could feel Nakamaru above him begin to shake slightly as he continued.
Ueda sat up slowly, gently pulling at Nakamaru’s shoulders until the other was sprawled out on the sofa with him, his eyes wide and surprised as he finally came to face Ueda. He pulled him forwards, bringing Nakamaru’s lips closer towards him before gently kissing them. Once, twice and then longer.
When Ueda had convinced Nakamaru to let him in, all Ueda could taste was the remnants of tequila and a sweet other taste that must have been Nakamaru himself. His hands slipped down the others back, fleeting touches that encouraged Nakamaru. The other’s tongue shyly meeting his, and entwining together.
Ueda fell back again, pulling Nakamaru completely on top of him, his fingers rubbing smooth circles down his back before slipping underneath his shirt. Ueda slowly ran his hand upwards, enjoying the way that Nakamaru gently stretched out under his hands, his back curling just a little.
Nakamaru was losing himself, the touches were maddening and the kisses addicting. Before he knew it, Ueda was slipping his shirt over his head, quickly pulling him down again to restart the kisses. Nakamaru hated being the only one topless and was soon pulling at Ueda’s own top, hoping for the other to join him. He didn’t expect Ueda to sit up and pull Nakamaru under him. Stripping and then kissing his way down Nakamaru’s chest.
Ueda’s hands played over Nakamaru’s stomach, tapping out unknown rhythms against the skin as he made his way lower, his fingers soon undoing Nakamaru’s jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers.
Nakamaru could feel himself flush under Ueda’s intense gaze. He didn’t expect the gentle smile Ueda shot him before leaning in to kiss him again. Nakamaru could register that Ueda was busy undoing his own jeans, but let out a startled moan when he felt Ueda, just as heavy and hard as he was, lean against him.
Ueda kissed him deeply as he wrapped a hand around both of them; Nakamaru’s moan barely escaped his mouth, echoing instead between Ueda and him.
They both moved frantically, hoping to reach a peak but suddenly Ueda pulled away. Nakamaru almost whined at the loss, but stopped himself just in time. He didn’t need another reason to feel embarrassed. Ueda was leaning down to the floor, pulling two foil packets out of his wallet. Nakamaru wanted to question why Ueda was carrying condoms and lube with him, but right now didn’t seem like the best moment.
Nakamaru wanted to scramble off the sofa when Ueda pushed a cooled digit into him. For some reason he didn’t expect it. He tensed, not sure what to do as he’d never done this before.
Ueda leaned down and nipped gently at his ear, whispering to him to calm down, to relax. Ueda’s hand returned around his member, stroking it gently while Ueda also tried to distract him with kisses.
Ueda moved in him gently, stretching slowly and carefully before adding another finger. He didn’t want to hurt Nakamaru, but at the same time, he’d wanted to other for a while now, and every second felt like a second too long to wait.
Nakamaru clung onto Ueda’s shoulders; he trembled at the strange sensations spilling through his body. He could feel himself shaking from the pain, but he wasn’t sure if it was just a blend of fear and passion as the gentle presses of Ueda’s fingers inside him sent small ripples to various parts of his body.
He arched, the unexpected moment that Ueda pushed against a spot that he didn’t know had existed. He could feel Ueda smile against his skin as the other pushed another finger into him. Nakamaru was falling apart, and fast. He felt so full, and so unfulfilled that it tore his brain in two.
Ueda soon pulled his fingers free of him and a shallow whine slipped out of his lips, quickly answered by Ueda’s deep chuckle and the sound of another foil packet as Ueda slipped a condom onto himself and used the rest of the lube.
“Breathe” Ueda whispered against his lips before kissing him. Nakamaru enjoyed the kiss, but breathing was out of the question as Ueda seemed to steal it all away. And then he was pushing in. Deep and slow.
Nakamaru felt broken open, pain and pleasure seared through his body as he pulled away from the kiss to hiss. But Ueda didn’t stop, he moved his lips down onto Nakamaru’s neck, nipping and sucking at it until he left a steadily darkening mark.
He paused inside Nakamaru, breathing in the others scent before slowly moving his hips. He could hear small whimpers and moans that Nakamaru was trying to silence, but this just encouraged him more. Pushing faster and deeper until Nakamaru finally caved and moaned out loud.
Ueda’s hands slipped down onto Nakamaru’s thighs, his fingers drumming with his thrusts as he lifted them to make it easier to push into Nakamaru. He’d set a steady yet fast pace, and watching the rapid changes in Nakamaru’s face was just spurring him on.
Nakamaru’s hands slipped down Ueda’s shoulders, resting on the others arms, his nails slowly digging into the skin. Ueda flinched for only a moment before he pushed in even harder, causing Nakamaru to arch as the ripples from earlier had now turned into crashing waves.
He couldn’t last, and from the looks of the way Ueda was falling apart above him, neither could Ueda. Nakamaru reached up, shuddering at the slight change of position, and pulled Ueda into a deep kiss.
And then he fell over the edge.
He could feel Ueda coming inside him, the quiet grunts as the other rode out his orgasm inside him. Nakamaru gently flopped backwards, trying not to think of the sticky mess on his stomach, and ignoring how Ueda fell down right on top of him, probably making the mess much worse.
And then he breathed.
The scent of sex was strong in the air, and the night lights from the street seemed to reflect of the mirrors in the salon onto the ceiling. Ueda was burying himself in Nakamaru’s neck and he just took a moment to contemplate this all. It was almost too surreal.
A few moments passed before Nakamaru got the courage to break the silence.
“I think we missed the last train”
Ueda shook with giggles that Nakamaru could barely hear.
“We can’t stay here” Nakamaru said more firmly this time.
“I don’t mind”
“I do! What if someone comes in early in the morning, and here we are, snuggled up, naked on the sofa?”
“I still have jeans on you know” Nakamaru rolled his eyes. Would it be rude to push the guy you just had sex with off the sofa?
Ueda then sighed, gently pushing himself off the couch, and pulling out of Nakamaru. He went over to get the tissues to wipe them both down and to trash the condom.
“My place is close to here you know. You could crash at mine since you don’t know where your keys are.”
Nakamaru blinked, he forgot about his keys. He smiled at Ueda’s back as the other moved around behind the reception counter to get the tissues the salon kept there. His jeans were slipping down as he hasn’t bothered to do them up yet, not that Nakamaru was complaining… he was secretly enjoying the view.
Ueda smiled at him over his shoulder, and Nakmaru’s heart fluttered. Looks like he probably won’t be sleeping much at Ueda’s place tonight.
From: santa_johnny
Title: Your Allure
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru x Ueda (KAT-TUN)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Notes: Dear xingphonic, I hope that you enjoy this fic and that it meets your expectations. It was fun to write, even though it took me a long time. Enjoy~~ Also thank you to my wonderful beta, you know who you are. Thank you for checking this on a day when you were tired.
Summary: Nakamaru has a client at his hair salon that he always enjoys seeing.
He was a regular. One that he always appreciated, as it was an easy conversation before Nakamaru fell into the deep concentration as he made the man’s hair just the way he wanted it. Nakamaru had trained in hairdressing for years and years, but there was never a fun cut to do than the ones this man brought in. He still remembers how the guy had wandered in 3 years ago, with a scribbly sketch, a photo and a lot of explaining. That was when he dyed the man’s longish hair a copper colour and slowly started shaping it into a bob. After that, he always asked for him, indicating what he wanted, then slowly asking for what Nakamaru thought was best.
Ueda was one of the customers that always mystified Nakamaru. He had this slightly ‘in his own world’ look that seemed to contrast to his very direct glances. He was a mix of hot and cold in a person that Nakamaru wasn’t always too sure how to handle. Yet since the first day when he stepped into the hair salon, longish black hair and an almost fragile aura, he had always returned.
Nakamaru had dyed his hair, cut his hair, changed it, re-dyed it and styled it so many times that he knew the texture and details of the man’s hair inside out. His fingers would itch with the temptation to run through it and make it stand the way he wanted, to lie in the way he thought would suit the man more.
It was the way that Ueda would make small talk with Nakamaru before slipping into his own world that got him curious. He was the type that asked many questions, yet evaded most directed at him.
It was a cold evening when he came in an hour before closing, asking Nakamaru if he could dye his hair blonde. Nakamaru nodded, taking in the messy spikes, the leather coat and heavy boots. The smudged black eyeliner around his eyes made Nakamaru even more aware of just how intense Ueda’s looks can be.
As Nakamaru progressed with the dying process, he noticed the intense stares he was getting. Their eyes met in the mirror for a moment before Nakamaru quickly dropped his gaze, focusing instead on the fingers drumming an unknown beat on the chair. For a moment it grounded Nakamaru, letting him slip back into his concentration. He was determined to make Ueda’s hair a perfect blonde.
It took longer than an hour and Nakamaru was left with lock up duties. Ueda lingered by the cash register, his eyes lingering over the studio
“Do you wanna grab a drink?” Nakamaru paused for a moment to blink at Ueda.
“What?”
“I kept you after closing time, so I’m offering to buy you a drink… or do you want dinner instead?”
Nakamaru didn’t answer… but his stomach did, Ueda’s laugh sounded like it had ripped out of him; loud, unexpected and natural. Nakamaru smiled shyly.
“I hope Ramen is ok” Ueda uttered through his laughs.
Ueda knew a small shop in the backstreets. At first Nakamaru was suspicious at the tiny shop who could maybe only handle 8 people. But when Ueda squeezed into the seat next to him and quickly ordered for them both, Nakamaru found out just how good the Ramen was. He hoped he’d be able to find it on his own again, because it was definitely one of the best bowels of Ramen he’d ever had.
They had moved on to a small bar after that, chatting over beers as the bartender sometimes chipped into their conversations. Nakamaru gathered they were good friends, especially when the other relentlessly teased Ueda about his eyeliner the whole evening.
“Shut up Nishikido, I just didn’t have time to take it off.” That’s when Nakamaru noticed it, that one part of his hair that was currently out of place. He leaned forward and quickly adjusted it back into perfection. When his attention returned to his surroundings, Ueda and Nishikido were both staring at him.
“Sorry, occupational hazard” Nakamaru muttered in excuse. But Ueda just smiled back at him gently while Nishikido rolled his eyes.
“You want another drink?” Nishikido asked Nakamaru, but he just shook his head.
“I better start heading home, I have to work tomorrow” Nakamaru started to stand, when Ueda stood with him. “You don’t have to…” But Ueda interrupted him with a wave of his hand.
“I dragged you out, least I can do is drag you back to the station” Nakamaru blinked in response… strange wording, he thought, but from the Nishikido shooed him out, Nakamaru assumed it was normal for Ueda to speak in such odd terms.
Ueda walked with him to the station, the cold slowly sneaking under their coats, but the companionable way they would bump shoulders as they walked made Nakamaru feel slightly warm inside.
“You know…” Nakamaru started, a little hesitant to ask the next question… Originally he planned on never asking, but after a couple of beers, he felt it would be ok.
Ueda just stared at him, waiting for him to talk, waiting for Nakamaru to get his brain back in gear.
“Go on…” he prompted
“My manager wants me to have a hair model to feature my work on the site… I was wondering if you’d like to do it”
Ueda stared at him for a longer moment, as he was about to speak, Nakamaru rambled on.
“If you don’t want to, that’s ok. I was actually going to decline it, I don’t really need it anyway and the thing is mmmmphhh” Ueda had to cover Nakamaru’s flow of words with his own hand to get a moment to breathe, let alone speak.
“If you’re ok with me, and my image, then I don’t mind” Slowly Ueda pulled away, almost too slowly. Nakamaru remained silent after the hand was pulled away. He smiled at Ueda before pulling out his phone. He’d need Ueda’s number to contact him for a suitable to set it all up after all.
Nakamaru claimed he was too busy to text him as soon as he looked at his schedule the next day… or the day after that. It actually took him a whole week before he got the courage to text Ueda asking him if he was free any time the following week.
Sure, I’m free Sunday to Wednesday, so anytime then is good.
The salon was closed on Monday’s so Nakamaru thought it would be a good chance to take advantage of no one being around and scheduled it for then. He’d have to borrow Shige’s camera so that he could actually get some good shots of Ueda.
The days trickled past and Nakamaru had nearly forgotten about it until his reminder woke him up on Monday morning. He scrambled out of bed, showered and rushed out to the salon. Ueda was leaning against the wall by the door, waiting to be let in.
“Sorry I’m late, I didn’t think you’d get here so early” Ueda just shrugged, following Nakamaru up the stairs into the quiet salon. Nakamaru ran around getting the lights on and sorting out things so that he could get started. Ueda sat down on the sofa, staring around the place. It was so unusual to see the place so empty. Last time he’d been here, only Nakamaru and he were left, but the music and the general buzz that was normally in the air was gone.
Nakamaru invited Ueda over to wash his hair, gently massaging the shampoo in and rinsing. Ueda closed his eyes; he always enjoyed getting his hair washed. It was relaxing and he often needed something to push away the pressure behind his eyes. His fingers tapped out a gentle rhythm. Maybe if he had time later, he’d write a melody to it.
Nakamaru guided him through the process, trimming his hair a little as he adjusted part of the style, then drying it so that he could style it for some photos. Ueda watched him in his half concentrating state, he enjoyed the way Nakamaru focused on his hair, the small changes in his facial features was captivating and seemed to keep so much hidden from him. He often wondered what Nakamaru was thinking about when he focused like this.
When he finished, Nakamaru smiled brightly at Ueda. A smile that Ueda was very happy to return. Nakamaru guided him around the studio, asking him to stand in different places while he thought of the best place to take some photos. He got a camera out from behind the reception desk and snapped a few photos, before asking Ueda to move to a different spot.
Nakamaru was surprised; it was like Ueda was more intense through the lens. His eyes would focus or he’d turn his head in just the perfect angle. It was as if he knew exactly what would be best for the shot.
Nakamaru had to change the location. He fixed a small part of Ueda’s hair before grabbing some of his equipment.
“Let’s see what kind of shots we can get outside” Nakamaru stated, prompting Ueda to follow him out.
Nakamaru wasn’t the best photographer, but there was an energy that Ueda radiated that just pulled him in. He’d point the camera at him and snap shots of him fighting against the breeze, of him frowning at people walking past.
That’s when the squeals caught Nakamaru’s attention. He was leaning in close, fixing one strand in Ueda’s fringe when he felt the other tense in reaction. Nakamaru looked over and saw a couple of girls calling out to Ueda, waving and squealing when he looked their way.
Nakamaru saw from the corner of his eye how Ueda smiled brightly at the girls, but Nakamaru could see just how fake it was.
“You should keep taking photos, or they might try approach” Ueda said quietly, while waving a little. Nakamaru stepped back, promoting Ueda to pose again for the camera.
“Why are they there?” Nakamaru asked, almost afraid of what the answers could be. Was Ueda a host? Or perhaps he had courted them during late nights out, and have become his stalkers.
“Fans, they find me sometimes, despite how much I try avoid them”
Nakamaru nearly dropped the camera. What exactly did Ueda do? The smouldering gaze that Ueda shot the camera then nearly stopped Nakamaru’s heart.
“I’m a musician” Ueda concluded, understanding what Nakamaru was thinking about. It made sense if Nakamaru thought about it. It was rare for someone to come in at hours like Ueda did, go through different hairstyles like that and still hold a normal businessman job.
“Oh” Was all Nakamaru could say, his fingers playing with the camera.
Taking photos with Ueda was fun, he probably took way too many but deep down he knew he would probably keep them all. They walked back to the studio, talking animatedly. Apparently Ueda was a rock musician, sometimes writing smooth ballads that attracted both a male and female audience. Nakamaru was impressed, but more surprised that Ueda had actually allowed him to photograph him. Apparently he didn’t appear in magazines much, but still he knew how to act in front of a camera, and attracted enough attention when he did have his photo taken.
Looking through the photos on the computer made Nakamaru realise just how much attention Ueda could probably attract.
“Is it really alright to use these on the site?” Nakamaru asked, surprised when he found Ueda very close behind him. He could sense the heat of the other radiating behind him as Ueda leaned over his shoulder to get a closer look at the photos.
“Sure, why not? I think they came out well” Nakamaru couldn’t argue with that, and just let Ueda lean into his space more as the other flicked through the different photos.
“Wanna grab dinner again?” Ueda asked, as Nakamaru slowly started to tidy his things away. He stood and looked over at Ueda who was leaning casually by the entrance, watching him.
He nodded, Ueda was good company, and he didn’t really want to part from it so soon.
Dinner - a small Italian restaurant that Ueda knew about - soon lead to drinks at Nishikido’s bar again. But this time, rather than sitting at the counter, Ueda claimed a pool table on the side. Nakamaru saw Nishikido roll his eyes, already digging behind the bar for shot glasses before Ueda even asked for them.
Ueda challenged him to pool. Loser had to take a shot of tequila, and from the moment he said it, Nakamaru knew that he wasn’t going to escape from it. When was the last time he’d even played pool? High school? Hairdressing school? Who knew?
It was clear after a beer and one practice game that maybe Nakamaru didn’t have to worry too much. He had lucky shots, and Ueda had some unlucky ones. The first game Nakamaru actually won, and Ueda downed his shot while Nakamaru broke for the next game.
Nakamaru lost the next two and soon Ueda was laughing next to him, taking shots with him even in the middle of their games. The rules were quickly going out the window and Ueda was tickling Nakamaru to stop him from potting his own ball. Or when Ueda asked if he could punch the balls into the pockets.
Soon Nishikido was guiding them to the bar and letting a couple play instead.
But rather than staying and ordering a drink, Ueda just paid and dragged Nakamaru out the bar, sticking his tongue out at Nishikdo as he walked out the door. Nakamaru laughed and Ueda threw an arm over his shoulder.
They walked towards the station before Nakamaru stopped dead in his tracks. Ueda stumbling to stay with him. A moment or two of flailing Ueda finally asked.
“Why’d ya stop?”
“Keys” Ueda looked at him strangely.
“What?”
“I don’t have my keys. I must have left them in the salon” Nakamaru said again, “You go ahead, I’m gonna head back to the salon before heading home.
“I’ll come with”
“I don’t want you to miss your train” Ueda just shrugged, he didn’t really care if he missed it or not. There was still about 20 minutes before it left anyway.
Nakamaru gave in, turning them around and heading back towards the salon.
Nakamaru slipped in through the door, he told Ueda that he could wait outside, it’d only take him about 10 minutes to find it. But Ueda slipped in after him, locking the door behind him. Nakamaru stumbled up the stairs before he came to the main section of the hair salon. He moved around carefully. He knew that he’d left his keys here somewhere, but with the whole scramble this morning, he wasn’t too sure where. He checked the reception desk, his hands lifting papers and the keyboard only to confirm that it was indeed not there. He checked near the sinks and by the stand where he usually worked. He signed to himself as he placed the magazines back down on the table, confirming that the keys were indeed not there. He jumped a little as hands circled his waist.
“Calm down” Ueda whispered into his ear, causing Nakamaru to shiver ever so slightly. He guided Nakamaru backwards until they both fell down on the sofa. Ueda giggled softly into Nakamaru’s hair as he found himself mostly pinned underneath the older man.
“…U…Ueda?” Nakamaru asked cautiously, he wasn’t too sure what the other was doing, or why he was brought down onto the sofa with him. He soon squeaked as he felt Ueda gently start kissing his neck.
“What are you doing?” Nakamaru whispered to him, but Ueda didn’t answer, proceeding to kiss, lick and soon bite his way along the stretch of neck that he could reach. He could feel Nakamaru above him begin to shake slightly as he continued.
Ueda sat up slowly, gently pulling at Nakamaru’s shoulders until the other was sprawled out on the sofa with him, his eyes wide and surprised as he finally came to face Ueda. He pulled him forwards, bringing Nakamaru’s lips closer towards him before gently kissing them. Once, twice and then longer.
When Ueda had convinced Nakamaru to let him in, all Ueda could taste was the remnants of tequila and a sweet other taste that must have been Nakamaru himself. His hands slipped down the others back, fleeting touches that encouraged Nakamaru. The other’s tongue shyly meeting his, and entwining together.
Ueda fell back again, pulling Nakamaru completely on top of him, his fingers rubbing smooth circles down his back before slipping underneath his shirt. Ueda slowly ran his hand upwards, enjoying the way that Nakamaru gently stretched out under his hands, his back curling just a little.
Nakamaru was losing himself, the touches were maddening and the kisses addicting. Before he knew it, Ueda was slipping his shirt over his head, quickly pulling him down again to restart the kisses. Nakamaru hated being the only one topless and was soon pulling at Ueda’s own top, hoping for the other to join him. He didn’t expect Ueda to sit up and pull Nakamaru under him. Stripping and then kissing his way down Nakamaru’s chest.
Ueda’s hands played over Nakamaru’s stomach, tapping out unknown rhythms against the skin as he made his way lower, his fingers soon undoing Nakamaru’s jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers.
Nakamaru could feel himself flush under Ueda’s intense gaze. He didn’t expect the gentle smile Ueda shot him before leaning in to kiss him again. Nakamaru could register that Ueda was busy undoing his own jeans, but let out a startled moan when he felt Ueda, just as heavy and hard as he was, lean against him.
Ueda kissed him deeply as he wrapped a hand around both of them; Nakamaru’s moan barely escaped his mouth, echoing instead between Ueda and him.
They both moved frantically, hoping to reach a peak but suddenly Ueda pulled away. Nakamaru almost whined at the loss, but stopped himself just in time. He didn’t need another reason to feel embarrassed. Ueda was leaning down to the floor, pulling two foil packets out of his wallet. Nakamaru wanted to question why Ueda was carrying condoms and lube with him, but right now didn’t seem like the best moment.
Nakamaru wanted to scramble off the sofa when Ueda pushed a cooled digit into him. For some reason he didn’t expect it. He tensed, not sure what to do as he’d never done this before.
Ueda leaned down and nipped gently at his ear, whispering to him to calm down, to relax. Ueda’s hand returned around his member, stroking it gently while Ueda also tried to distract him with kisses.
Ueda moved in him gently, stretching slowly and carefully before adding another finger. He didn’t want to hurt Nakamaru, but at the same time, he’d wanted to other for a while now, and every second felt like a second too long to wait.
Nakamaru clung onto Ueda’s shoulders; he trembled at the strange sensations spilling through his body. He could feel himself shaking from the pain, but he wasn’t sure if it was just a blend of fear and passion as the gentle presses of Ueda’s fingers inside him sent small ripples to various parts of his body.
He arched, the unexpected moment that Ueda pushed against a spot that he didn’t know had existed. He could feel Ueda smile against his skin as the other pushed another finger into him. Nakamaru was falling apart, and fast. He felt so full, and so unfulfilled that it tore his brain in two.
Ueda soon pulled his fingers free of him and a shallow whine slipped out of his lips, quickly answered by Ueda’s deep chuckle and the sound of another foil packet as Ueda slipped a condom onto himself and used the rest of the lube.
“Breathe” Ueda whispered against his lips before kissing him. Nakamaru enjoyed the kiss, but breathing was out of the question as Ueda seemed to steal it all away. And then he was pushing in. Deep and slow.
Nakamaru felt broken open, pain and pleasure seared through his body as he pulled away from the kiss to hiss. But Ueda didn’t stop, he moved his lips down onto Nakamaru’s neck, nipping and sucking at it until he left a steadily darkening mark.
He paused inside Nakamaru, breathing in the others scent before slowly moving his hips. He could hear small whimpers and moans that Nakamaru was trying to silence, but this just encouraged him more. Pushing faster and deeper until Nakamaru finally caved and moaned out loud.
Ueda’s hands slipped down onto Nakamaru’s thighs, his fingers drumming with his thrusts as he lifted them to make it easier to push into Nakamaru. He’d set a steady yet fast pace, and watching the rapid changes in Nakamaru’s face was just spurring him on.
Nakamaru’s hands slipped down Ueda’s shoulders, resting on the others arms, his nails slowly digging into the skin. Ueda flinched for only a moment before he pushed in even harder, causing Nakamaru to arch as the ripples from earlier had now turned into crashing waves.
He couldn’t last, and from the looks of the way Ueda was falling apart above him, neither could Ueda. Nakamaru reached up, shuddering at the slight change of position, and pulled Ueda into a deep kiss.
And then he fell over the edge.
He could feel Ueda coming inside him, the quiet grunts as the other rode out his orgasm inside him. Nakamaru gently flopped backwards, trying not to think of the sticky mess on his stomach, and ignoring how Ueda fell down right on top of him, probably making the mess much worse.
And then he breathed.
The scent of sex was strong in the air, and the night lights from the street seemed to reflect of the mirrors in the salon onto the ceiling. Ueda was burying himself in Nakamaru’s neck and he just took a moment to contemplate this all. It was almost too surreal.
A few moments passed before Nakamaru got the courage to break the silence.
“I think we missed the last train”
Ueda shook with giggles that Nakamaru could barely hear.
“We can’t stay here” Nakamaru said more firmly this time.
“I don’t mind”
“I do! What if someone comes in early in the morning, and here we are, snuggled up, naked on the sofa?”
“I still have jeans on you know” Nakamaru rolled his eyes. Would it be rude to push the guy you just had sex with off the sofa?
Ueda then sighed, gently pushing himself off the couch, and pulling out of Nakamaru. He went over to get the tissues to wipe them both down and to trash the condom.
“My place is close to here you know. You could crash at mine since you don’t know where your keys are.”
Nakamaru blinked, he forgot about his keys. He smiled at Ueda’s back as the other moved around behind the reception counter to get the tissues the salon kept there. His jeans were slipping down as he hasn’t bothered to do them up yet, not that Nakamaru was complaining… he was secretly enjoying the view.
Ueda smiled at him over his shoulder, and Nakmaru’s heart fluttered. Looks like he probably won’t be sleeping much at Ueda’s place tonight.