RST
Title: Resolved Sexual Tension
Author: hotfruits
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nakamaru Yuichi/Yamamoto Yusuke
Disclaimer: Nope
Summary: Sick of their UST, Masuda vows to fix things between his two co-stars
AN: Written for this prompt.
Banging his head against the wall, Masuda let out a frustrated sigh as Yuichi stalked off, leaving Yusuke glowering on the bench in the stage locker room. It was ridiculous, to let their on-screen tension carry out into the real world, but that’s exactly what was happening and it was driving Masuda crazy.
“He can be such a dick,” Yusuke muttered, getting up and walking away, the slam of the door echoing in the room.
Masuda growled, banging his head against the wall again and in that moment, he vowed to himself to fix this tension, before he killed himself, or better yet, killed those jerks.
***
“AH WHAT THE HELL!?” Yuichi screamed as a paper bag suddenly covered his head and a pair of strong arms picked him up around his waist, hoisting him several feet into the air. He screamed and kicked at his intruder but to no avail, whoever it was continued to hold him as they walked along, their shoes clicking against the floor. When they suddenly stopped, Yuichi screamed again as he found himself falling to the floor, the impact causing him to hiss in pain. A door closed shut and he tore the paper bag off of his head, his eyes trying to adjust to the darkness.
“So, Masuda got you to huh?”
Yuichi jumped, squeaking as he whirled around, facing Yusuke who sat in the corner, “Oh,” he cleared his throat, “Yeah, I suppose so. Do you know why?”
Yusuke shrugged, “I have no clue, but my guess would be Masuda got tired of us fighting and stuff.”
Rolling his eyes, Yuichi scooted over to sit next to Yusuke, “Well, we wouldn’t fight if you weren’t so conceited.”
“I’m conceited?” Yusuke laughed, “Look who’s talking, Mr. main star who stole the spot light every single second of every interview we did. You’re hardly an actor anyway, why don’t you just stick to your feather boas?”
Yuichi growled, tackling Yusuke to the ground, “Screw you, man! I’ve worked my ass off getting to where I am, you have no clue!” Yuichi pulled his fist back, aiming to punch the smug grin off of Yusuke’s face, but the other’s hand caught the punch, nails digging into his own hand.
“Yeah right, worked hard at perfecting lip syncing and mediocre acting. The only thing you can do right is beat box, and that’s hardly a talent!” Yusuke flipped them over, straddling Yuichi as he held the other’s arms down, laughing as Yuichi struggled to get out of his hold, “Face it Nakamaru, you’re nothing but a pretty face!”
“I’m the pretty face?” Yuichi asked, eyebrow raised, “Look at you, with your pouty lips and soft eyes. How the hell did you ever get the role of Fudo? You should’ve played the role of the EMT, you’re way more feminine than Aoi-san!”
The room grew silent as the two glared heatedly at each other, til Yusuke leaned down and pressed his lips against Yuichi’s, biting the lower lip between his teeth as his hands tightened their hold on Yuichi’s wrist. Despite how much he hated Yusuke, Yuichi couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, pressing his hips against Yusuke’s as the other bit his lip again, drawing blood from the small wound.
“I knew it,” Yusuke chuckled, kissing down Yuichi’s neck and to his collar bone, nipping the sensitive skin, “You fucking want me, huh?”
“Shut up,” Yuichi groaned, thrusting against Yusuke’s hardening erection, “You want me too, asshole.”
Yusuke smirked, letting go Yuichi’s wrists in order to unbutton his orange uniform shirt, pushing the garment off the other’s shoulders. Leaning down, he attached his mouth to Yuichi’s skin, leaving a trail of purple bruises down his chest. Yuichi moaned, his breath increasing as he starred up at Yusuke through half-lidded eyes.
“You really are pretty…like a girl, that is.”
Yusuke glared and yanked the orange uniform pants off, taking Yuichi’s boxers along with them. Grabbing the others erection, Yusuke smirked triumphantly as Yuichi’s back arched off the floor, his eyes widening as his hands scrambled about to grab onto something. Yusuke began to pump the erection up and down with quick strokes, his other hand making it’s way up to Yuichi’s mouth, who greedily took the fingers and began to suck on them.
“I may look like a girl, but you’re the one who’s about to take it from me.”
“Whatever,” Yuichi mumbled around Yusuke’s fingers, causing Yusuke to laugh as he drew his hand away from Yuichi’s erection, despite the other’s whiney protests, “Don’t worry babe,” Yusuke smirked, pushing a finger into Yuichi.
“Fuck!” Yuichi cursed, his hand grabbing onto Yusuke’s bicep and squeezing tight, as another finger quickly joined the first. Yusuke began to thrust them in and out of Yuichi’s tight hole, his impatience to be inside of Yuichi increasing as the other kept moaning, his hand fisted in his short black hair. Adding the last finger, Yusuke spit into his palm and tried to coat himself as much as possible.
“Please,” Yuichi begged, fingernails biting into Yusuke’s bicep, “I don’t care if it hurts, just fuck me already!”
Yusuke paused, starring at Yuichi in amusement, “Well, you are the star and I guess I got to do what you say, right?” pulling his fingers out, Yusuke replaced them with his cock, thrusting into Yuichi quickly and hitting his prostrate on the first try.
“Shit!” Yuichi screamed, his back arching so high off the floor he was practically in Yusuke’s lap. Catching the other before he fell back down, Yusuke drew Yuichi into a hungry kiss, while he continued to pound into Yuichi, successfully hitting his prostrate over and over again. Yuichi’s hands moved to Yusuke’s shoulders, gripping them painfully tight as he shifted his position til he was sitting in Yusuke’s lap. Lifting himself up, he began to meet Yusuke’s thrusts eagerly, causing Yusuke to break the kiss as he struggled to catch his breath, forehead resting against Yuichi’s.
“This doesn’t,” he shuttered, sweat rolling down his brow, “mean I like you. You’re still a prick.”
Yuichi nodded, and when he rolled his hips, Yusuke’s hands gripped his hips tightly, surely leaving bruises as he came inside of Yuichi. Seeing Yusuke come undone, Yuichi came also, his cum shooting out and hitting Yusuke’s chest, running down his tanned muscles.
Helping Yuichi off, the two fell to the floor in a mess of limbs, both struggling to catch their breath.
“FINALLY!” the two jumped as Masuda shouted from the other side of the door, before opening it and letting the light enter the room, “Seriously, the unresolved sexual tension was killing me,” he laughed, hands on his hips as Yuichi tried to cover himself up with his discarded clothes, while Yusuke just tucked himself back into his pants, grinning smugly as usual.
Author: hotfruits
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nakamaru Yuichi/Yamamoto Yusuke
Disclaimer: Nope
Summary: Sick of their UST, Masuda vows to fix things between his two co-stars
AN: Written for this prompt.
Banging his head against the wall, Masuda let out a frustrated sigh as Yuichi stalked off, leaving Yusuke glowering on the bench in the stage locker room. It was ridiculous, to let their on-screen tension carry out into the real world, but that’s exactly what was happening and it was driving Masuda crazy.
“He can be such a dick,” Yusuke muttered, getting up and walking away, the slam of the door echoing in the room.
Masuda growled, banging his head against the wall again and in that moment, he vowed to himself to fix this tension, before he killed himself, or better yet, killed those jerks.
***
“AH WHAT THE HELL!?” Yuichi screamed as a paper bag suddenly covered his head and a pair of strong arms picked him up around his waist, hoisting him several feet into the air. He screamed and kicked at his intruder but to no avail, whoever it was continued to hold him as they walked along, their shoes clicking against the floor. When they suddenly stopped, Yuichi screamed again as he found himself falling to the floor, the impact causing him to hiss in pain. A door closed shut and he tore the paper bag off of his head, his eyes trying to adjust to the darkness.
“So, Masuda got you to huh?”
Yuichi jumped, squeaking as he whirled around, facing Yusuke who sat in the corner, “Oh,” he cleared his throat, “Yeah, I suppose so. Do you know why?”
Yusuke shrugged, “I have no clue, but my guess would be Masuda got tired of us fighting and stuff.”
Rolling his eyes, Yuichi scooted over to sit next to Yusuke, “Well, we wouldn’t fight if you weren’t so conceited.”
“I’m conceited?” Yusuke laughed, “Look who’s talking, Mr. main star who stole the spot light every single second of every interview we did. You’re hardly an actor anyway, why don’t you just stick to your feather boas?”
Yuichi growled, tackling Yusuke to the ground, “Screw you, man! I’ve worked my ass off getting to where I am, you have no clue!” Yuichi pulled his fist back, aiming to punch the smug grin off of Yusuke’s face, but the other’s hand caught the punch, nails digging into his own hand.
“Yeah right, worked hard at perfecting lip syncing and mediocre acting. The only thing you can do right is beat box, and that’s hardly a talent!” Yusuke flipped them over, straddling Yuichi as he held the other’s arms down, laughing as Yuichi struggled to get out of his hold, “Face it Nakamaru, you’re nothing but a pretty face!”
“I’m the pretty face?” Yuichi asked, eyebrow raised, “Look at you, with your pouty lips and soft eyes. How the hell did you ever get the role of Fudo? You should’ve played the role of the EMT, you’re way more feminine than Aoi-san!”
The room grew silent as the two glared heatedly at each other, til Yusuke leaned down and pressed his lips against Yuichi’s, biting the lower lip between his teeth as his hands tightened their hold on Yuichi’s wrist. Despite how much he hated Yusuke, Yuichi couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, pressing his hips against Yusuke’s as the other bit his lip again, drawing blood from the small wound.
“I knew it,” Yusuke chuckled, kissing down Yuichi’s neck and to his collar bone, nipping the sensitive skin, “You fucking want me, huh?”
“Shut up,” Yuichi groaned, thrusting against Yusuke’s hardening erection, “You want me too, asshole.”
Yusuke smirked, letting go Yuichi’s wrists in order to unbutton his orange uniform shirt, pushing the garment off the other’s shoulders. Leaning down, he attached his mouth to Yuichi’s skin, leaving a trail of purple bruises down his chest. Yuichi moaned, his breath increasing as he starred up at Yusuke through half-lidded eyes.
“You really are pretty…like a girl, that is.”
Yusuke glared and yanked the orange uniform pants off, taking Yuichi’s boxers along with them. Grabbing the others erection, Yusuke smirked triumphantly as Yuichi’s back arched off the floor, his eyes widening as his hands scrambled about to grab onto something. Yusuke began to pump the erection up and down with quick strokes, his other hand making it’s way up to Yuichi’s mouth, who greedily took the fingers and began to suck on them.
“I may look like a girl, but you’re the one who’s about to take it from me.”
“Whatever,” Yuichi mumbled around Yusuke’s fingers, causing Yusuke to laugh as he drew his hand away from Yuichi’s erection, despite the other’s whiney protests, “Don’t worry babe,” Yusuke smirked, pushing a finger into Yuichi.
“Fuck!” Yuichi cursed, his hand grabbing onto Yusuke’s bicep and squeezing tight, as another finger quickly joined the first. Yusuke began to thrust them in and out of Yuichi’s tight hole, his impatience to be inside of Yuichi increasing as the other kept moaning, his hand fisted in his short black hair. Adding the last finger, Yusuke spit into his palm and tried to coat himself as much as possible.
“Please,” Yuichi begged, fingernails biting into Yusuke’s bicep, “I don’t care if it hurts, just fuck me already!”
Yusuke paused, starring at Yuichi in amusement, “Well, you are the star and I guess I got to do what you say, right?” pulling his fingers out, Yusuke replaced them with his cock, thrusting into Yuichi quickly and hitting his prostrate on the first try.
“Shit!” Yuichi screamed, his back arching so high off the floor he was practically in Yusuke’s lap. Catching the other before he fell back down, Yusuke drew Yuichi into a hungry kiss, while he continued to pound into Yuichi, successfully hitting his prostrate over and over again. Yuichi’s hands moved to Yusuke’s shoulders, gripping them painfully tight as he shifted his position til he was sitting in Yusuke’s lap. Lifting himself up, he began to meet Yusuke’s thrusts eagerly, causing Yusuke to break the kiss as he struggled to catch his breath, forehead resting against Yuichi’s.
“This doesn’t,” he shuttered, sweat rolling down his brow, “mean I like you. You’re still a prick.”
Yuichi nodded, and when he rolled his hips, Yusuke’s hands gripped his hips tightly, surely leaving bruises as he came inside of Yuichi. Seeing Yusuke come undone, Yuichi came also, his cum shooting out and hitting Yusuke’s chest, running down his tanned muscles.
Helping Yuichi off, the two fell to the floor in a mess of limbs, both struggling to catch their breath.
“FINALLY!” the two jumped as Masuda shouted from the other side of the door, before opening it and letting the light enter the room, “Seriously, the unresolved sexual tension was killing me,” he laughed, hands on his hips as Yuichi tried to cover himself up with his discarded clothes, while Yusuke just tucked himself back into his pants, grinning smugly as usual.