The Best Deceptions (In Which Ueda Goes Clubbing and the World Stops Making Sense)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yamashita Tomohisa + Akanishi Jin/Ueda Tatsuya
Summary: Jin and Yamapi take Ueda out clubbing. (No, really.)
Disclaimer: This is fo realz. And toilets can fly.
Notes: Birthday fic for my rockstar lover Jinface nihonjin_juriet! Also my contribution to Intergroup Unity Month~ :D
The Best Deceptions (In Which Ueda Goes Clubbing and the World Stops Making Sense)
~ 1,928 words
There is nothing in the world Jin and Ueda have never done together before.
For starters, they’ve shared toothbrushes, squished in a bunk bed, wrestled jungle animals (and once a drunken Koki), almost burnt down a kitchen, rappelled off the sides of mountains and even jumped off a cliff into open waters. Naked. Unlike some people they know who couldn't even bungee (Nakamaru). They’ve also written music together, slept together, slept with others together, laughed about it the next day, conquered Japan and half the world via fifty-layered costumes and the hellish swiveling of hips.
It’s the last free day they’ll be getting in a while, and it’s typical, the way they choose to spend it. The lights in their apartment are dimmed to a soft amber and the hours are long and lazy. Ueda is attempting to catch up on sleep while Jin is pinning him down on the couch being horny and annoying. Ueda growls when Jin bites into his knuckles still sore and slightly swollen from yesterday’s boxing training. He feels a smile form against the upside of his hand and soon enough Jin’s mouth finds its way up his nape, teeth and tongue lapping over places he knows Ueda won't object to.
“You know what,” Jin says all of a sudden, retreating from Ueda’s collarbone and propping up on his elbows. “There’s something we’ve never done before.”
Ueda doesn’t even pause to pretend to think. “Sex on the balcony?”
Jin opens his mouth to say something intelligent-sounding, but it escapes him. Instead, he arches an eyebrow. “We’ve never done that?”
“If you have then it definitely wasn't me you were doing it with,” says Ueda with a straight face and Jin is frightened to the bones. Now that he's mentioned it, Jin does vaguely recall waking up in their balcony once (maybe twice- he’s not quite sure) to the biggest hangover ever and a very naked person beside him while Ueda was far off in England doing Romeo & Juliet work. Of course he’s not bringing that up now. Or ever, really.
“Well if you want to- NO. I am on to a very serious point here.”
“The hammock in the balcony looks very inviting. Are you sure you’d rather just talk here?”
“No.” Jin pouts. “I mean, yes. STOP IT, I’M CONFUSED.”
Ueda does an almost-cackle. Jin is so easily swayed. It would be a shame not to take advantage but it would be an even bigger shame to ignore him when he mentions a 'very serious point.'
Ueda is curious- “Fine. I’m listening.”
A long stretch of silence, then- “…We’ve never gone clubbing together before.”
Ueda is disappointed. He pushes Jin off and ruffles the younger man’s hair before he walks away, almost mocking. “Jin, I’m telling you now: you do not want to take me out clubbing.”
It takes Jin almost a full minute to actually react and pull Ueda back down on the couch with him. “Why is that?”
Ueda just smiles. “Because.”
Naturally, this doesn’t make Jin very happy. “We are going out clubbing and if I have to call Kame to get you dressed and out of here, I am going to do it.”
Kame’s persuasion skills are stellar but Ueda remains unfazed. He leans back and crosses his legs. “Fine with me.”
Jin just stares at him for a moment carefully trying to figure out what his next move should be when it occurs to him that Kame most likely won't side with him this time. The man would be furious if any of them got drunk and Friday’d on the eve of their ten days Dome battle. Kame would flip the fuck out, Jin’s pretty convinced. But he refuses to give up at this point. Ueda is a responsible man. He will make sure they get home safe, sober and scandal-free.
“But Tat-chan. We have a ten-day concert coming up and I’m flying out of town straight after for Bandage,” Jin pouts. “If you go clubbing with me tonight I promise not to cheat on you while I’m away.”
Ueda looks contemplative, then finally, “Fine."
But not for the no-cheating deal because they both know that’s bullshit. He jumps out of the couch and grabs a towel heading straight for the shower. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Jin is not sure what that’s supposed to mean but he squeals in excitement anyway. “I’m calling Pi!”
*
Yamapi is drumming his fingers against the countertop looking more bored and lifeless than usual when a dissheveled Jin emerges from the hall almost tripping on his feet as he attempts to button his shirt up and buckle his belt at the same time. “Yo!”
“I’m not even going to ask,” says Yamapi, barely nodding in acknowledgement.
“Good choice. Now hand me my cap.” Jin points to his favorite Chupa cap resting on the coffee table and secures it on top of his head when Yamapi dutifully hands it over.
“Are you aware of the concert you’re having tomorrow? And a good nine others after that? You’re supposed to be resting.” Yamapi has to at least try. He feels kind of responsible.
“Resting is for the weak,” Jin says in straight English and Yamapi just rolls his eyes.
On perfect timing Ueda emerges from the hall wearing what appears to be one of Jin’s eight hundred shirts that say FUCK (except that it looks way more sinful on Ueda, hanging off one shoulder and exposing his collarbones like that), a pair of torn up designer jeans and the most nonchalant expression on his face like he’s been doing this forever.
Jin fights the urge to tackle and romp him raw on the floor. Yamapi is unzipping his hoodie. The apartment feels warmer all of a sudden.
*
Any normal person would’ve gotten the hint when Ueda breezed by security with no more than a modest nod and waded through the crowd without having to ask either of them for directions to the VIP lounge, but Jin and Yamapi do not exactly fall under the normal person category, especially when together.
“Wow, Tat-chan. Very impressive,” Jin shouts through the deafening music, watching fixedly as Ueda leads them deeper into the special lounge. Jin and Yamapi frequent the place but apparently, when they soon realize where exactly Ueda’s taking them, not frequent enough.
It’s a room within the VIP lounge, smaller in area but a ton more impressive. The room is a demi-moon in shape; big enough to have its own bar and a flashy dance floor but still small enough to hold only those in the know. Ueda tears into the crowd, all these beautiful strangers nodding familiarly in his direction as he passes by, leading his guests to the open half of a dome-like structure at the end of the room.
“You’re welcome,” is the first thing Ueda says when they reach the spot, grabbing one of the pre-arranged drinks on the table and sinking comfortably into the velvet couch. Once seated, he gets a clearer view of the twosome’s expression, caught between mesmerized and downright scandalized.
“I knew I picked you for a reason,” Jin says when he eventually gets over his shock, inches closer to Ueda and secures his mouth in a long, sloppy kiss. He grabs his drink once he’s satisfied with how red and bruised Ueda’s mouth has become and makes his way to the dance floor. He’s gone from their sight in mere seconds.
Meanwhile, Yamapi is slumping over the table and playing with his drink, sighing deeply in exhaustion. Nothing about this night is making sense to him.
“Surprised?” Ueda offers, lips grinning around the rim of his glass.
“Quite,” Yamapi answers almost too quickly.
He straightens up and readjusts in his seat to catch a glance of Ueda’s eyes half-hidden beneath a curtain of sweaty, auburn hair. He’s always found Ueda intimidating, mostly because they don’t frequent each other’s company enough. Yamapi is intimidated, but more than that, he's curious. About Ueda's eyes and his auburn hair, and the way he smiles when they randomly bump into each other in Jin’s apartment. Then there’s the mystery of his entire being and the danger of prying him open.
He's not sure how but in the next five seconds his curiosity has found its fingers touching Ueda’s neck, his mouth brushing a delicate spot just beneath his ear. He corners Ueda to one side of the couch and begins to rip open what might’ve been Jin’s favorite shirt. He hesitates halfway but something about the way Ueda’s moaning into his mouth tells Yamapi there are far more important things right now than Jin’s favorite shirt.
“Jin is going to kill me.” Yamapi’s words are caring but his actions mean otherwise.
“Best friends will forgive each other no matter what,” Ueda manages to reply, teasing in between gasps while Yamapi's fingers graze along his inner thighs, “I think,” he adds. Ueda's breath hitches in his throat when Yamapi lingers on his hip bone, then along the crevices of his stomach, all the way up to his collarbones, his neckline, his mouth.
“Jin fucked Kame on your balcony when you were in England.” Yamapi grins against Ueda’s ear, flicking a talented tongue just over the lobe. “This is how you kick his ass.”
*
“You took him out doing what?!” Kame shrieks in horror when Jin comes in to work the next day trying to explain the barely-conscious Ueda who had wobbled towards the couch and flopped face down against it.
“I swear there were only around fifty people present when he did the pole thing and he still sort of had his boxers on!” Shame, Jin wants to add but cowers when he sees actual fire in Kame’s eyes. “And it wasn’t entirely my fault! Uebo is a mad party animal. He stole all my girls. And boys. It’s his secret life. He parties with all these VVIP's in this really creepy but really cool secret room within a secret room.”
“Why do I feel so inclined to not believe you?”
“I speak the truth, Kame. I admit to taking him to the club but he took us to the booze!”
“Us?”
“Um. I might’ve forgotten to mention Pi was there too? ”
“And?”
“They also might’ve kissed. A lot. I’m not really sure. Remind me to punch Pi in the face for that, by the way.”
Kame has to sit down or he’s going to faint.
Jin scoots beside him and tries to be consoling. “At least we didn’t get Friday’d?”
“Sure, that’s a relief.” Kame eyes the growing stack of Jin-related tabloid articles in one corner of the room (Koki and Junno like to compile them in scrapbooks during their free time; Nakamaru thinks it’s kind of sad but of course Jin encourages it all the way), grabs the nearest ice pack and presses it against his forehead.
“Besides, it’s nothing that scandalous,” Jin holds the cold compress in place for Kame and, again, tries to be consoling. “Pi barely made it to third base.”
Kame glances sideways, curious. “Which one’s third base?”
Jin is outraged. “Don’t ask me. You’re the baseball player.”
End.
Then Kame’s brain oozes out of his ears and he dies a painful death at Jin’s stupid. The end.
( "Akanishi-kun, your Mr.Brain is broken."
Even Koki agrees. u_u )
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Pairing: Yamashita Tomohisa + Akanishi Jin/Ueda Tatsuya
Summary: Jin and Yamapi take Ueda out clubbing. (No, really.)
Disclaimer: This is fo realz. And toilets can fly.
Notes: Birthday fic for my rockstar lover Jinface nihonjin_juriet! Also my contribution to Intergroup Unity Month~ :D
The Best Deceptions (In Which Ueda Goes Clubbing and the World Stops Making Sense)
~ 1,928 words
There is nothing in the world Jin and Ueda have never done together before.
For starters, they’ve shared toothbrushes, squished in a bunk bed, wrestled jungle animals (and once a drunken Koki), almost burnt down a kitchen, rappelled off the sides of mountains and even jumped off a cliff into open waters. Naked. Unlike some people they know who couldn't even bungee (Nakamaru). They’ve also written music together, slept together, slept with others together, laughed about it the next day, conquered Japan and half the world via fifty-layered costumes and the hellish swiveling of hips.
It’s the last free day they’ll be getting in a while, and it’s typical, the way they choose to spend it. The lights in their apartment are dimmed to a soft amber and the hours are long and lazy. Ueda is attempting to catch up on sleep while Jin is pinning him down on the couch being horny and annoying. Ueda growls when Jin bites into his knuckles still sore and slightly swollen from yesterday’s boxing training. He feels a smile form against the upside of his hand and soon enough Jin’s mouth finds its way up his nape, teeth and tongue lapping over places he knows Ueda won't object to.
“You know what,” Jin says all of a sudden, retreating from Ueda’s collarbone and propping up on his elbows. “There’s something we’ve never done before.”
Ueda doesn’t even pause to pretend to think. “Sex on the balcony?”
Jin opens his mouth to say something intelligent-sounding, but it escapes him. Instead, he arches an eyebrow. “We’ve never done that?”
“If you have then it definitely wasn't me you were doing it with,” says Ueda with a straight face and Jin is frightened to the bones. Now that he's mentioned it, Jin does vaguely recall waking up in their balcony once (maybe twice- he’s not quite sure) to the biggest hangover ever and a very naked person beside him while Ueda was far off in England doing Romeo & Juliet work. Of course he’s not bringing that up now. Or ever, really.
“Well if you want to- NO. I am on to a very serious point here.”
“The hammock in the balcony looks very inviting. Are you sure you’d rather just talk here?”
“No.” Jin pouts. “I mean, yes. STOP IT, I’M CONFUSED.”
Ueda does an almost-cackle. Jin is so easily swayed. It would be a shame not to take advantage but it would be an even bigger shame to ignore him when he mentions a 'very serious point.'
Ueda is curious- “Fine. I’m listening.”
A long stretch of silence, then- “…We’ve never gone clubbing together before.”
Ueda is disappointed. He pushes Jin off and ruffles the younger man’s hair before he walks away, almost mocking. “Jin, I’m telling you now: you do not want to take me out clubbing.”
It takes Jin almost a full minute to actually react and pull Ueda back down on the couch with him. “Why is that?”
Ueda just smiles. “Because.”
Naturally, this doesn’t make Jin very happy. “We are going out clubbing and if I have to call Kame to get you dressed and out of here, I am going to do it.”
Kame’s persuasion skills are stellar but Ueda remains unfazed. He leans back and crosses his legs. “Fine with me.”
Jin just stares at him for a moment carefully trying to figure out what his next move should be when it occurs to him that Kame most likely won't side with him this time. The man would be furious if any of them got drunk and Friday’d on the eve of their ten days Dome battle. Kame would flip the fuck out, Jin’s pretty convinced. But he refuses to give up at this point. Ueda is a responsible man. He will make sure they get home safe, sober and scandal-free.
“But Tat-chan. We have a ten-day concert coming up and I’m flying out of town straight after for Bandage,” Jin pouts. “If you go clubbing with me tonight I promise not to cheat on you while I’m away.”
Ueda looks contemplative, then finally, “Fine."
But not for the no-cheating deal because they both know that’s bullshit. He jumps out of the couch and grabs a towel heading straight for the shower. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Jin is not sure what that’s supposed to mean but he squeals in excitement anyway. “I’m calling Pi!”
*
Yamapi is drumming his fingers against the countertop looking more bored and lifeless than usual when a dissheveled Jin emerges from the hall almost tripping on his feet as he attempts to button his shirt up and buckle his belt at the same time. “Yo!”
“I’m not even going to ask,” says Yamapi, barely nodding in acknowledgement.
“Good choice. Now hand me my cap.” Jin points to his favorite Chupa cap resting on the coffee table and secures it on top of his head when Yamapi dutifully hands it over.
“Are you aware of the concert you’re having tomorrow? And a good nine others after that? You’re supposed to be resting.” Yamapi has to at least try. He feels kind of responsible.
“Resting is for the weak,” Jin says in straight English and Yamapi just rolls his eyes.
On perfect timing Ueda emerges from the hall wearing what appears to be one of Jin’s eight hundred shirts that say FUCK (except that it looks way more sinful on Ueda, hanging off one shoulder and exposing his collarbones like that), a pair of torn up designer jeans and the most nonchalant expression on his face like he’s been doing this forever.
Jin fights the urge to tackle and romp him raw on the floor. Yamapi is unzipping his hoodie. The apartment feels warmer all of a sudden.
*
Any normal person would’ve gotten the hint when Ueda breezed by security with no more than a modest nod and waded through the crowd without having to ask either of them for directions to the VIP lounge, but Jin and Yamapi do not exactly fall under the normal person category, especially when together.
“Wow, Tat-chan. Very impressive,” Jin shouts through the deafening music, watching fixedly as Ueda leads them deeper into the special lounge. Jin and Yamapi frequent the place but apparently, when they soon realize where exactly Ueda’s taking them, not frequent enough.
It’s a room within the VIP lounge, smaller in area but a ton more impressive. The room is a demi-moon in shape; big enough to have its own bar and a flashy dance floor but still small enough to hold only those in the know. Ueda tears into the crowd, all these beautiful strangers nodding familiarly in his direction as he passes by, leading his guests to the open half of a dome-like structure at the end of the room.
“You’re welcome,” is the first thing Ueda says when they reach the spot, grabbing one of the pre-arranged drinks on the table and sinking comfortably into the velvet couch. Once seated, he gets a clearer view of the twosome’s expression, caught between mesmerized and downright scandalized.
“I knew I picked you for a reason,” Jin says when he eventually gets over his shock, inches closer to Ueda and secures his mouth in a long, sloppy kiss. He grabs his drink once he’s satisfied with how red and bruised Ueda’s mouth has become and makes his way to the dance floor. He’s gone from their sight in mere seconds.
Meanwhile, Yamapi is slumping over the table and playing with his drink, sighing deeply in exhaustion. Nothing about this night is making sense to him.
“Surprised?” Ueda offers, lips grinning around the rim of his glass.
“Quite,” Yamapi answers almost too quickly.
He straightens up and readjusts in his seat to catch a glance of Ueda’s eyes half-hidden beneath a curtain of sweaty, auburn hair. He’s always found Ueda intimidating, mostly because they don’t frequent each other’s company enough. Yamapi is intimidated, but more than that, he's curious. About Ueda's eyes and his auburn hair, and the way he smiles when they randomly bump into each other in Jin’s apartment. Then there’s the mystery of his entire being and the danger of prying him open.
He's not sure how but in the next five seconds his curiosity has found its fingers touching Ueda’s neck, his mouth brushing a delicate spot just beneath his ear. He corners Ueda to one side of the couch and begins to rip open what might’ve been Jin’s favorite shirt. He hesitates halfway but something about the way Ueda’s moaning into his mouth tells Yamapi there are far more important things right now than Jin’s favorite shirt.
“Jin is going to kill me.” Yamapi’s words are caring but his actions mean otherwise.
“Best friends will forgive each other no matter what,” Ueda manages to reply, teasing in between gasps while Yamapi's fingers graze along his inner thighs, “I think,” he adds. Ueda's breath hitches in his throat when Yamapi lingers on his hip bone, then along the crevices of his stomach, all the way up to his collarbones, his neckline, his mouth.
“Jin fucked Kame on your balcony when you were in England.” Yamapi grins against Ueda’s ear, flicking a talented tongue just over the lobe. “This is how you kick his ass.”
*
“You took him out doing what?!” Kame shrieks in horror when Jin comes in to work the next day trying to explain the barely-conscious Ueda who had wobbled towards the couch and flopped face down against it.
“I swear there were only around fifty people present when he did the pole thing and he still sort of had his boxers on!” Shame, Jin wants to add but cowers when he sees actual fire in Kame’s eyes. “And it wasn’t entirely my fault! Uebo is a mad party animal. He stole all my girls. And boys. It’s his secret life. He parties with all these VVIP's in this really creepy but really cool secret room within a secret room.”
“Why do I feel so inclined to not believe you?”
“I speak the truth, Kame. I admit to taking him to the club but he took us to the booze!”
“Us?”
“Um. I might’ve forgotten to mention Pi was there too? ”
“And?”
“They also might’ve kissed. A lot. I’m not really sure. Remind me to punch Pi in the face for that, by the way.”
Kame has to sit down or he’s going to faint.
Jin scoots beside him and tries to be consoling. “At least we didn’t get Friday’d?”
“Sure, that’s a relief.” Kame eyes the growing stack of Jin-related tabloid articles in one corner of the room (Koki and Junno like to compile them in scrapbooks during their free time; Nakamaru thinks it’s kind of sad but of course Jin encourages it all the way), grabs the nearest ice pack and presses it against his forehead.
“Besides, it’s nothing that scandalous,” Jin holds the cold compress in place for Kame and, again, tries to be consoling. “Pi barely made it to third base.”
Kame glances sideways, curious. “Which one’s third base?”
Jin is outraged. “Don’t ask me. You’re the baseball player.”
End.
Then Kame’s brain oozes out of his ears and he dies a painful death at Jin’s stupid. The end.
( "Akanishi-kun, your Mr.Brain is broken."
Even Koki agrees. u_u )
Also, I'm a little scared of these things but I've been writing fic for this fandom for two years already and I thought it was about time I heard what my readers actually have to say so drop a comment on my thread min~na if you have anything at all you'd like to say about my writing:
THE ANONYMOUS WRITING FEEDBACK MEME