Kiss you (Kiss me~)
Kiss you (Kiss me~)
★Nikaido/Senga
★R
★Alcohol and (slightly) drunk sex
Written for je-united's 2016 fic exchange, for unmeiboy.
Senga wasn’t ready for that question. Luckily, Fujigaya is there to save the situation.
The interviewer doesn’t think too much before the next question comes. Fujigaya finds it hard not to grin when he hears it, and finds it even harder as an audible gulp follows the words from his right.
Senga doesn’t like the question. It’s not because he has anything against it, in fact all he can do is just saying yes and telling every single occasions he got into a lips-against-lips situation with someone. But he hates the timing, he hates how the question comes and he can’t say he does that every day, multiple times, and that he would do it right now if he was allowed to do. But it’s still too fresh, too risky, and even though Nikaido’s hand slips onto his thigh under the table, and grabs on it firmly, he doesn’t feel like it’s the time to admit their relationship to everyone.
Even if it’s blatantly obvious.
---
Kissing Nikaido was something he has always found nice and easy. Their bandmates (but mostly Fujigaya and Kitayama) have always teased him about it, telling him how awesome it is, to kiss Nikaido, and that he should try it. At first it happened as an accident when they tripped over each other and he found himself on top of Nikaido. They didn’t think, and he was never sure if it was him or Nikaido who moved first. The only thing he knows how soft Nikaido’s lips were against his own, how good Nikaido’s kiss was compared to his own. And, that it probably lasted longer than he remembers.
After that, it happened often, way more often than it should have happened. Sometimes he didn’t even know how he ended up in a dark corner or in an unused room with Nikaido, lips pressed together, kissing each other as if the other’s lips were the life-giving water after a rough day.
They didn’t do anything. Never went further than kissing, didn’t have feelings for each other, just the closeness they shared since the day they met and became best friends. When anyone asked them if they’re really as close as the rumors say they are, Senga could always honestly answer yes. Because you can’t get any closer to your best friend than that, right?
But as the time passed and they grew up, Nikaido still always came up to him, invited him away with some nonsense excuse and kept kissing him, and after a while, Senga realized it’s no longer the same as it was years ago. Every time Nikaido called him away, he felt an excited trembling in his stomach, and when Nikaido’s lips found their way to his own and his arms closed around his waist, Senga felt the little butterflies in his stomach, flapping their little wings to the beat of his heart’s.
He fell for Nikaido.
It happened at the latest party they went to together. Going to celebrate yet another successful tour, just as usual, started with having a nice dinner together in a small restaurant, followed by going wild in the night. The band quickly parted ways as Fujigaya decided he wanted to go with Yokoo and Kitayama, and Tamamori complained about going home. Nikaido just grabbed his arm and told him he knows an awesome place to spend the night at, and before Senga could say a word against it, Nikaido was already on his way to grab a taxi.
Senga doesn’t remember the club’s name. He only remembers that the music was so loud they could hear it blocks away from the actual place, and, when they finally arrived and the music took control over them, nothing mattered anymore. Nikaido brought them drinks, one after another, bright neon colored ones he couldn’t name but he swore they tasted awesome. And they really did.
“Hey… Let’s drink another one with me!”
“Forget it. Only ladies drink this.”
“But it tastes so goood…”
There, Senga just laughed, even though he himself barely could stand still, he had to put his hand against the wall to support himself. Nikaido stepped closer to him and pushed his glass under Senga’s nose, blinking at Senga with a suspicious glance.
“What do you mean with that only ladies drink this anyway?” Nikaido spoke suddenly, voice barely louder than a curious mumble.
“Huh? Only girls drink such drinks, with umbrellas and straws.”
“But I’m not a girl…” Nikaido glared at Senga, to which Senga’s laugh grew louder.
“Sure thing. Come on, Nika-chan, let’s go home.”
“I’m not a girl.” Nikaido repeated once again.
They were already in the taxi, on the way to Nikaido’s apartment. Senga didn’t say a word to that, just continued staring out of the window, which he found quite difficult once Nikaido grabbed on his knee.
“Ke~e~npi~. What would you say if I said I wanted to fuck you?”
Senga suddenly forgot how to take a breath. Nikaido’s question was barely more audible than a whisper and Senga could have sworn it’s only the alcohol that had made Nikaido ask such a question. Senga tried not to look stupid as he slowly raised his glance to meet Nikaido’s, but he felt the hue of red, spreading over his cheeks.
“What?”
“I want to show you I’m not a girl,” was Nikaido’s only answer, and he managed to say it so calmly that Senga couldn’t stop himself from letting out an awkward giggle.
They didn’t say a word for the rest of the ride.
“Nika, are you serious?” Senga’s protest was weak. He tried to remove Nikaido’s arm from around his waist. He took a step away, then another before he stumbled upon the bed right behind him.
“So you don’t like me?” Nikaido mumbled, voice slightly husky from the alcohol he drank during the night. He rose his glance upon Senga and suddenly Senga felt bad for attempting to stop him.
“It’s not like that…” Senga tried to save himself, sliding his hand over his mouth when he realized what he just said.
Nikaido’s eyes widened, and for a split second Senga thought Nikaido would freak out (to say the least), or will just tell him to go away, but then, to Senga’s surprise, Nikaido started to grin.
“But I would let you to do it to me…”
“It’s not the problem!” Senga tried once again, squeezing his eyes together while crawling backwards on Nikaido’s bed.
“Then? What’s wrong?”
“I… Nika I don’t… I…”
The gentle touch on his face came so suddenly that Senga couldn’t hold back a small moan. Nikaido was leaning over him, eyes shining uncertainly, and Senga didn’t protest when Nikaido leaned closer to kiss him.
He only sighed when the fingers disappeared from his face only to slide down on his neck to his shoulders, grabbing on them strongly as Nikaido finally pushed him down on his bed, topping him properly. Senga wrapped his arms around Nikaido’s neck, fingers digging their way into Nikaido’s hair. The kiss tasted like mango, raspberry and vodka and Senga just wanted more of it, wanted more of Nikaido and he didn’t try to hide it anymore.
Nikaido’s glance was foggy from alcohol yet it still burned Senga’s skin. Senga didn’t wait too long before he moved his arms, and Nikaido’s shirt was soon followed by his own. They both moaned as their skins met, hot against each other, and when their pants got removed as well, Senga decided to give up on thinking and he let himself to go with the flow of desire that Nikaido’s clever fingers awakened in him.
“Just… Don’t rush it…” Senga asked Nikaido once he was ready, and the hiss came uncontrollably when Nikaido’s slippery fingers got replaced by his cock. Nikaido didn’t reply, just pushed inside, slowly, and Senga had to bite on his lip when the burning impatience took over his mind. Nikaido seemed to understand him, as he started to move faster and faster, pushing deeper into Senga.
Senga couldn’t muffle his moans any longer, his voice echoed in Nikaido’s room, moans mixed with his begging for more, chanting Nikaido’s name between the thrusts. Then, Nikaido asked him to touch himself, and Senga obeyed, cheeks flushed, eyes filled with lust as he stared upon Nikaido.
Nikaido started to move faster, filling Senga up entirely and it didn’t take long for Nikaido to let out a final moan, releasing himself into Senga, to which Senga couldn’t help but follow him, semen spreading on his stomach. Nikaido moaned once again and kissed Senga before he collapsed upon Senga, burying his face into Senga’s neck.
“I can’t believe I had to get you drunk for this…” Nikaido mumbled later, after they both showered and got back into bed. Senga mumbled something against his chest which Nikaido couldn’t understand until Senga pulled himself away and looked at Nikaido with a serious expression on his face.
“Even best friends aren’t this close to each other…”
“Then, you’re not my best friend anymore.”
---
He’s so lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t hear Fujigaya’s answer, nor the laughs that accompany it. He only notices Nikaido poking his side, and when he looks up and his glance meets Nikaido’s grin, he has to grin as well.
“Since our group name is what it is, it’s not surprising if I say we’ve kissed everyone in the group…”
★Nikaido/Senga
★R
★Alcohol and (slightly) drunk sex
Written for je-united's 2016 fic exchange, for unmeiboy.
Senga wasn’t ready for that question. Luckily, Fujigaya is there to save the situation.
The interviewer doesn’t think too much before the next question comes. Fujigaya finds it hard not to grin when he hears it, and finds it even harder as an audible gulp follows the words from his right.
Senga doesn’t like the question. It’s not because he has anything against it, in fact all he can do is just saying yes and telling every single occasions he got into a lips-against-lips situation with someone. But he hates the timing, he hates how the question comes and he can’t say he does that every day, multiple times, and that he would do it right now if he was allowed to do. But it’s still too fresh, too risky, and even though Nikaido’s hand slips onto his thigh under the table, and grabs on it firmly, he doesn’t feel like it’s the time to admit their relationship to everyone.
Even if it’s blatantly obvious.
---
Kissing Nikaido was something he has always found nice and easy. Their bandmates (but mostly Fujigaya and Kitayama) have always teased him about it, telling him how awesome it is, to kiss Nikaido, and that he should try it. At first it happened as an accident when they tripped over each other and he found himself on top of Nikaido. They didn’t think, and he was never sure if it was him or Nikaido who moved first. The only thing he knows how soft Nikaido’s lips were against his own, how good Nikaido’s kiss was compared to his own. And, that it probably lasted longer than he remembers.
After that, it happened often, way more often than it should have happened. Sometimes he didn’t even know how he ended up in a dark corner or in an unused room with Nikaido, lips pressed together, kissing each other as if the other’s lips were the life-giving water after a rough day.
They didn’t do anything. Never went further than kissing, didn’t have feelings for each other, just the closeness they shared since the day they met and became best friends. When anyone asked them if they’re really as close as the rumors say they are, Senga could always honestly answer yes. Because you can’t get any closer to your best friend than that, right?
But as the time passed and they grew up, Nikaido still always came up to him, invited him away with some nonsense excuse and kept kissing him, and after a while, Senga realized it’s no longer the same as it was years ago. Every time Nikaido called him away, he felt an excited trembling in his stomach, and when Nikaido’s lips found their way to his own and his arms closed around his waist, Senga felt the little butterflies in his stomach, flapping their little wings to the beat of his heart’s.
He fell for Nikaido.
It happened at the latest party they went to together. Going to celebrate yet another successful tour, just as usual, started with having a nice dinner together in a small restaurant, followed by going wild in the night. The band quickly parted ways as Fujigaya decided he wanted to go with Yokoo and Kitayama, and Tamamori complained about going home. Nikaido just grabbed his arm and told him he knows an awesome place to spend the night at, and before Senga could say a word against it, Nikaido was already on his way to grab a taxi.
Senga doesn’t remember the club’s name. He only remembers that the music was so loud they could hear it blocks away from the actual place, and, when they finally arrived and the music took control over them, nothing mattered anymore. Nikaido brought them drinks, one after another, bright neon colored ones he couldn’t name but he swore they tasted awesome. And they really did.
“Hey… Let’s drink another one with me!”
“Forget it. Only ladies drink this.”
“But it tastes so goood…”
There, Senga just laughed, even though he himself barely could stand still, he had to put his hand against the wall to support himself. Nikaido stepped closer to him and pushed his glass under Senga’s nose, blinking at Senga with a suspicious glance.
“What do you mean with that only ladies drink this anyway?” Nikaido spoke suddenly, voice barely louder than a curious mumble.
“Huh? Only girls drink such drinks, with umbrellas and straws.”
“But I’m not a girl…” Nikaido glared at Senga, to which Senga’s laugh grew louder.
“Sure thing. Come on, Nika-chan, let’s go home.”
“I’m not a girl.” Nikaido repeated once again.
They were already in the taxi, on the way to Nikaido’s apartment. Senga didn’t say a word to that, just continued staring out of the window, which he found quite difficult once Nikaido grabbed on his knee.
“Ke~e~npi~. What would you say if I said I wanted to fuck you?”
Senga suddenly forgot how to take a breath. Nikaido’s question was barely more audible than a whisper and Senga could have sworn it’s only the alcohol that had made Nikaido ask such a question. Senga tried not to look stupid as he slowly raised his glance to meet Nikaido’s, but he felt the hue of red, spreading over his cheeks.
“What?”
“I want to show you I’m not a girl,” was Nikaido’s only answer, and he managed to say it so calmly that Senga couldn’t stop himself from letting out an awkward giggle.
They didn’t say a word for the rest of the ride.
“Nika, are you serious?” Senga’s protest was weak. He tried to remove Nikaido’s arm from around his waist. He took a step away, then another before he stumbled upon the bed right behind him.
“So you don’t like me?” Nikaido mumbled, voice slightly husky from the alcohol he drank during the night. He rose his glance upon Senga and suddenly Senga felt bad for attempting to stop him.
“It’s not like that…” Senga tried to save himself, sliding his hand over his mouth when he realized what he just said.
Nikaido’s eyes widened, and for a split second Senga thought Nikaido would freak out (to say the least), or will just tell him to go away, but then, to Senga’s surprise, Nikaido started to grin.
“But I would let you to do it to me…”
“It’s not the problem!” Senga tried once again, squeezing his eyes together while crawling backwards on Nikaido’s bed.
“Then? What’s wrong?”
“I… Nika I don’t… I…”
The gentle touch on his face came so suddenly that Senga couldn’t hold back a small moan. Nikaido was leaning over him, eyes shining uncertainly, and Senga didn’t protest when Nikaido leaned closer to kiss him.
He only sighed when the fingers disappeared from his face only to slide down on his neck to his shoulders, grabbing on them strongly as Nikaido finally pushed him down on his bed, topping him properly. Senga wrapped his arms around Nikaido’s neck, fingers digging their way into Nikaido’s hair. The kiss tasted like mango, raspberry and vodka and Senga just wanted more of it, wanted more of Nikaido and he didn’t try to hide it anymore.
Nikaido’s glance was foggy from alcohol yet it still burned Senga’s skin. Senga didn’t wait too long before he moved his arms, and Nikaido’s shirt was soon followed by his own. They both moaned as their skins met, hot against each other, and when their pants got removed as well, Senga decided to give up on thinking and he let himself to go with the flow of desire that Nikaido’s clever fingers awakened in him.
“Just… Don’t rush it…” Senga asked Nikaido once he was ready, and the hiss came uncontrollably when Nikaido’s slippery fingers got replaced by his cock. Nikaido didn’t reply, just pushed inside, slowly, and Senga had to bite on his lip when the burning impatience took over his mind. Nikaido seemed to understand him, as he started to move faster and faster, pushing deeper into Senga.
Senga couldn’t muffle his moans any longer, his voice echoed in Nikaido’s room, moans mixed with his begging for more, chanting Nikaido’s name between the thrusts. Then, Nikaido asked him to touch himself, and Senga obeyed, cheeks flushed, eyes filled with lust as he stared upon Nikaido.
Nikaido started to move faster, filling Senga up entirely and it didn’t take long for Nikaido to let out a final moan, releasing himself into Senga, to which Senga couldn’t help but follow him, semen spreading on his stomach. Nikaido moaned once again and kissed Senga before he collapsed upon Senga, burying his face into Senga’s neck.
“I can’t believe I had to get you drunk for this…” Nikaido mumbled later, after they both showered and got back into bed. Senga mumbled something against his chest which Nikaido couldn’t understand until Senga pulled himself away and looked at Nikaido with a serious expression on his face.
“Even best friends aren’t this close to each other…”
“Then, you’re not my best friend anymore.”
---
He’s so lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t hear Fujigaya’s answer, nor the laughs that accompany it. He only notices Nikaido poking his side, and when he looks up and his glance meets Nikaido’s grin, he has to grin as well.
“Since our group name is what it is, it’s not surprising if I say we’ve kissed everyone in the group…”