Angels Overhead
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ueda Tatsuya/Kamenashi Kazuya
Summary: Ueda decides to tell him on the very day and stage they break the records, the ninth and final day, a moment closer to Kame’s open promises of taking over the world.
Disclaimer: This is fo realz. And toilets can fly.
Notes: Semi-substantial ficporn in commemoration of The KameDa Hug photographs. Enjoy. :D
“Just you and I in the sweet unknown
We can just call each other home
In a goosebump infested embrace
With my overanxious hands cupping your cherub face
How does it feel?”
--- So Much (The Spill Canvas)
Angels Overhead
~ 1,404 words
He is fearless, Kamenashi and his galaxy eyes, always has been.
“I’m going to take over the world,” he says at every chance he gets and of course people hang on to his words like gold.
“I won’t lose to anyone,” he adds decidedly during one press conference, except this time not everybody believes him.
His fingernails dig into Ueda’s back when Ueda sinks deeper inside him in another one of their secret meetings, Kame’s apartment this time. The blur of city lights outside spill over their bodies, nearing the climax of another rendezvous that has stretched on to a one-night, two-week, three-year stand.
“Really, Kame?” Ueda murmurs into his ear, a tint of sardonic musing in his tone. “Because this looks a lot like losing to me.”
And it’s true. They both know it. Kame would’ve scowled if he could but he loses all anger and coherence when Ueda thrusts into him one last time. He throws his head back in surrender, opens his legs and his mouth to call Ueda’s name against the darkness, and Ueda just grins wordlessly against his neck because he’s won this night, again, just like every other night.
He cleans Kame up and the mess they’ve made without a word. He buckles his belt and straightens his shirt (because he likes to fuck Kame with his clothes on, and Kame hates him for it) then he’s walking out the door.
*
He is Kame’s weakness, Ueda and the scent of cherry almonds on his skin, always has been.
When Ueda disappears to England for almost two months, Kame shrinks into a powerless mess, breaks down when he thinks nobody's watching but marches back into any room with full composure and smiles when he has to, because he’s Kamenashi Kazuya, fearless and unbreakable like he’s expected to be.
“It’s not like he ditched you,” Kame hears from behind, a strong-scented cloud of cigarette smoke crawling in around him.
“Like you did on us?” Kame asks playfully when he realizes it’s Akanishi who just takes another drag and laughs the whole thing off like he does with everything else, one of the many things Kame inconspicuously envies about him.
*
“You should smile more often,” Ueda tells him when he presses on the shutter, Kame posing beside the souvenir Shakespeare doll materializing on the screen of Ueda’s phone. Ueda sets it as his wallpaper, little Shakespeare looking more lifeless than ever next to Kame and his radiant, honest smile. It’s enough to make his day.
Because he is sunshine to Ueda- Kame and his soft, russet hair- always has been. He just wished Kame knew, or that he had the guts to tell him. But right now he thinks he’ll settle for this; Kame wrapped up in the navy blue scarf he got him from England, laughing into his mouth while Ueda tells him stories about his trip, how it would’ve been so much better if Kame had tagged along. (“You know I have to stay for work,” Kame says, just as Ueda’d expected.)
Kame apologizes when he picks up the sudden shift of emotion in Ueda’s eyes, combs his fingers through Ueda’s hair then pulls him close and kisses him slow and sincere on the mouth. Then everything falls back into place, like it always does with Kame, and Ueda resumes telling stories about England and everything he’s learned while he was there, his dreams of backpacking through Europe and taking Kame along so he could kiss him openly in quaint Parisienne alleys where they wouldn't be recognized.
Someday, someday.
*
Ueda decides to tell him on the very day and stage they break the records, the ninth and final day, a moment closer to Kame’s open promises of taking over the world. Ueda says it when he welcomes Kame back to the ground from the unstable harnesses of his air duels with Akanishi, a graceful, cosmic being touching the soil of the Earth for the first time.
I’m never letting go, Ueda mouths into Kame’s ear, a promise between two hearts beating stridently for the other. At first he isn't sure if Kame had heard him because the screams have gotten inconceivably louder, but shortly he starts feeling Kame’s grip tightening around him, from fear and from love and from the heightening cheers around them like they understand what's going on. (But of course they don't; they never will.)
Ueda smiles into Kame’s touch, wishes time would freeze forever. Kame doesn't see the way Ueda’s smiling against the side of his head, radiant and honest, the most content he’s ever been. But then again Kame doesn’t need to see it, because he already knows.
“The elite KameDa pair are at it again!” They hear someone yell through the speakers and it’s Koki pulling them apart. “You’re making me jealous, damn it!” He jokes and the crowd laughs along with him.
Koki puts on a smile, pats both on the head and they get ready to sing Peacefuldays.
When they’re left alone, Koki tells them off. “Don’t ever do that again.”
*
“Koki is going to kill me,” Kame grunts when they stumble into his apartment, again, at three in the morning.
“Yes, but you’re fearless, remember?” Ueda (half)jokes in between biting Kame’s neck and unbuttoning his shirt, the last exchange of words they’ll be having in the hours to come.
Ueda pushes Kame against the first thing his blurry vision allows him to see, Kame’s back meeting the oak wood of his coffee table with a loud thud and Ueda not even pausing to apologize because he knows Kame doesn’t really mind.
Kame wraps his legs around Ueda’s waist when Ueda dips to bite his collarbone, Kame gasping short for breath and latching his fingers on to whatever it was he could grip for support when the other slides much lower.
When they tumble down to the carpeted floor, neither person dares break the silence. They stall and mess around for a few more minutes, Ueda’s teeth on Kame’s skin, Kame’s hands ravishing Ueda’s hair. Tongues and teeth clashing awkwardly all over, bodies aching to close what little distance they have left between them.
Then Ueda sinks into him, the first few thrusts earning tiny cries from the younger man, the last few in transit to more gentle mewls. Kame reaches down to stroke himself, and Ueda reaches to help him. At this Kame loses it, and Ueda follows shortly after.
They collapse on the floor in a hot heap, Kame gathering all the energy he could muster to shift beneath Ueda’s weight and face him so he could pull him back down and kiss him, slow and sincere on the mouth, just like how they both like it.
He reaches for his navy blue scarf from the side and wraps it around them both, Ueda’s face buried against his neck, his sharp breaths prickling Kame's skin.
Maybe losing doesn’t have to be such a bad thing, Kame thinks.
*
Kame wakes up in his bed, alone, and for the first time in months he begins to feel fear again.
Until he hears a string of soft melodies making its way up and over the rumpled sheets, enticing him out of bed and in to the living room. Their clothes are still strewn all over the floor, empty beer cans knocked over beneath the coffee table, and at the end of the room, he finds half of his heart.
Ueda, who has finally decided to stay, fingers splayed over the keys of Kame’s electric keyboard, orchestrating a procession of notes and promises that dangle in the air around them.
“I love you too,” Kame says in a delayed response to what he knew Ueda really wanted to say that night, crawling on top of his lap and taking all the time in the world just to kiss him. “Always have.”
End.
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Pairing: Ueda Tatsuya/Kamenashi Kazuya
Summary: Ueda decides to tell him on the very day and stage they break the records, the ninth and final day, a moment closer to Kame’s open promises of taking over the world.
Disclaimer: This is fo realz. And toilets can fly.
Notes: Semi-substantial ficporn in commemoration of The KameDa Hug photographs. Enjoy. :D
“Just you and I in the sweet unknown
We can just call each other home
In a goosebump infested embrace
With my overanxious hands cupping your cherub face
How does it feel?”
--- So Much (The Spill Canvas)
Angels Overhead
~ 1,404 words
He is fearless, Kamenashi and his galaxy eyes, always has been.
“I’m going to take over the world,” he says at every chance he gets and of course people hang on to his words like gold.
“I won’t lose to anyone,” he adds decidedly during one press conference, except this time not everybody believes him.
His fingernails dig into Ueda’s back when Ueda sinks deeper inside him in another one of their secret meetings, Kame’s apartment this time. The blur of city lights outside spill over their bodies, nearing the climax of another rendezvous that has stretched on to a one-night, two-week, three-year stand.
“Really, Kame?” Ueda murmurs into his ear, a tint of sardonic musing in his tone. “Because this looks a lot like losing to me.”
And it’s true. They both know it. Kame would’ve scowled if he could but he loses all anger and coherence when Ueda thrusts into him one last time. He throws his head back in surrender, opens his legs and his mouth to call Ueda’s name against the darkness, and Ueda just grins wordlessly against his neck because he’s won this night, again, just like every other night.
He cleans Kame up and the mess they’ve made without a word. He buckles his belt and straightens his shirt (because he likes to fuck Kame with his clothes on, and Kame hates him for it) then he’s walking out the door.
*
He is Kame’s weakness, Ueda and the scent of cherry almonds on his skin, always has been.
When Ueda disappears to England for almost two months, Kame shrinks into a powerless mess, breaks down when he thinks nobody's watching but marches back into any room with full composure and smiles when he has to, because he’s Kamenashi Kazuya, fearless and unbreakable like he’s expected to be.
“It’s not like he ditched you,” Kame hears from behind, a strong-scented cloud of cigarette smoke crawling in around him.
“Like you did on us?” Kame asks playfully when he realizes it’s Akanishi who just takes another drag and laughs the whole thing off like he does with everything else, one of the many things Kame inconspicuously envies about him.
*
“You should smile more often,” Ueda tells him when he presses on the shutter, Kame posing beside the souvenir Shakespeare doll materializing on the screen of Ueda’s phone. Ueda sets it as his wallpaper, little Shakespeare looking more lifeless than ever next to Kame and his radiant, honest smile. It’s enough to make his day.
Because he is sunshine to Ueda- Kame and his soft, russet hair- always has been. He just wished Kame knew, or that he had the guts to tell him. But right now he thinks he’ll settle for this; Kame wrapped up in the navy blue scarf he got him from England, laughing into his mouth while Ueda tells him stories about his trip, how it would’ve been so much better if Kame had tagged along. (“You know I have to stay for work,” Kame says, just as Ueda’d expected.)
Kame apologizes when he picks up the sudden shift of emotion in Ueda’s eyes, combs his fingers through Ueda’s hair then pulls him close and kisses him slow and sincere on the mouth. Then everything falls back into place, like it always does with Kame, and Ueda resumes telling stories about England and everything he’s learned while he was there, his dreams of backpacking through Europe and taking Kame along so he could kiss him openly in quaint Parisienne alleys where they wouldn't be recognized.
Someday, someday.
*
Ueda decides to tell him on the very day and stage they break the records, the ninth and final day, a moment closer to Kame’s open promises of taking over the world. Ueda says it when he welcomes Kame back to the ground from the unstable harnesses of his air duels with Akanishi, a graceful, cosmic being touching the soil of the Earth for the first time.
I’m never letting go, Ueda mouths into Kame’s ear, a promise between two hearts beating stridently for the other. At first he isn't sure if Kame had heard him because the screams have gotten inconceivably louder, but shortly he starts feeling Kame’s grip tightening around him, from fear and from love and from the heightening cheers around them like they understand what's going on. (But of course they don't; they never will.)
Ueda smiles into Kame’s touch, wishes time would freeze forever. Kame doesn't see the way Ueda’s smiling against the side of his head, radiant and honest, the most content he’s ever been. But then again Kame doesn’t need to see it, because he already knows.
“The elite KameDa pair are at it again!” They hear someone yell through the speakers and it’s Koki pulling them apart. “You’re making me jealous, damn it!” He jokes and the crowd laughs along with him.
Koki puts on a smile, pats both on the head and they get ready to sing Peacefuldays.
When they’re left alone, Koki tells them off. “Don’t ever do that again.”
*
“Koki is going to kill me,” Kame grunts when they stumble into his apartment, again, at three in the morning.
“Yes, but you’re fearless, remember?” Ueda (half)jokes in between biting Kame’s neck and unbuttoning his shirt, the last exchange of words they’ll be having in the hours to come.
Ueda pushes Kame against the first thing his blurry vision allows him to see, Kame’s back meeting the oak wood of his coffee table with a loud thud and Ueda not even pausing to apologize because he knows Kame doesn’t really mind.
Kame wraps his legs around Ueda’s waist when Ueda dips to bite his collarbone, Kame gasping short for breath and latching his fingers on to whatever it was he could grip for support when the other slides much lower.
When they tumble down to the carpeted floor, neither person dares break the silence. They stall and mess around for a few more minutes, Ueda’s teeth on Kame’s skin, Kame’s hands ravishing Ueda’s hair. Tongues and teeth clashing awkwardly all over, bodies aching to close what little distance they have left between them.
Then Ueda sinks into him, the first few thrusts earning tiny cries from the younger man, the last few in transit to more gentle mewls. Kame reaches down to stroke himself, and Ueda reaches to help him. At this Kame loses it, and Ueda follows shortly after.
They collapse on the floor in a hot heap, Kame gathering all the energy he could muster to shift beneath Ueda’s weight and face him so he could pull him back down and kiss him, slow and sincere on the mouth, just like how they both like it.
He reaches for his navy blue scarf from the side and wraps it around them both, Ueda’s face buried against his neck, his sharp breaths prickling Kame's skin.
Maybe losing doesn’t have to be such a bad thing, Kame thinks.
*
Kame wakes up in his bed, alone, and for the first time in months he begins to feel fear again.
Until he hears a string of soft melodies making its way up and over the rumpled sheets, enticing him out of bed and in to the living room. Their clothes are still strewn all over the floor, empty beer cans knocked over beneath the coffee table, and at the end of the room, he finds half of his heart.
Ueda, who has finally decided to stay, fingers splayed over the keys of Kame’s electric keyboard, orchestrating a procession of notes and promises that dangle in the air around them.
“I love you too,” Kame says in a delayed response to what he knew Ueda really wanted to say that night, crawling on top of his lap and taking all the time in the world just to kiss him. “Always have.”
End.
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