Vanilla // Kis-My-Ft2
So I listened to Sanagi, and then I listened to Love meee, and then there was jrocker!AU porn. CAN YOU BLAME ME THOUGH? Yeah, I thought not.
Vanilla
Kitayama/Fujigaya
R, 1992 words, pwp, jrocker!AU
The crowd was going wild around him and a girl in a leather jacket next to him kept accidentally hitting him with her penlight, but Taisuke barely noticed. He was too focused on the energy that was happening onstage, struggling between overcoming his own surprise at how good the band really was and trying to properly analyze their music.
Kiss My wasn't exactly a new or obscure band-far from it-but it was precisely because of this popularity that Taisuke had, apparently, underestimated their talent. They were major label, so popular these days that they were practically mainstream, which for a determinedly indie musician like Taisuke was the equivalent of being a talentless boyband.
But damn, they weren't talentless. Not at all. He was going to have to re-think his earlier decision to not join them as their new bassist.
From the stage, Hiromitsu caught his eye and winked at him, causing the cluster of girls directly behind him to scream shrilly. Taisuke gritted his teeth against the noise and then bared them at Hiromitsu in a scowl. It was one thing to admit he was wrong in his pre-conceptions of the band, but it was going to be galling to do so to Hiromitsu, who was already way too egotistical. Just look at the way he was caressing the microphone stand, and the way he glanced up at the crowd through his bangs, like he thought he was some kind of sex god...
The last song crashed to a stop and Taisuke willed himself to look away look away look away from Hiromitsu lest he get caught staring. But fuck, with his black hair falling in his eyes and that lazy smirk and his chest heaving from rocking out for the past hour, even Taisuke had to admit the man was sexy.
As he pushed his way through the crowd, making his way to the doors that led backstage, he tried to think unarousing thoughts, willing the erection pushing at the fly of his jeans to go down. Basketball. Basketball. Basketball. Basketball. He flashed his backstage pass at the security guard, who inclined his head in a bow and let him pass without a change in expression.
"Liked it?" Hiromitsu asked, falling in step beside Taisuke as he came through the wings from the stage. Taisuke could see the challenge in his eyes, even though they were hooded and half-closed against sweat and smudged eyeliner.
"It was alright," shrugged Taisuke, deliberately keeping his tone light and unconcerned. "Noticed a couple of mistakes here and there though. Want some pointers?"
Hiromitsu laughed, throwing his head back, and Taisuke found his eyes drawn to the curve of his throat. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt with an unusually low neckline, showing off his collarbones and an alluring V of bare chest. Hiromitsu pulled the guitar strap over his head in a fluid movement, and Taisuke couldn't help but stare at the ripple of muscles through the thin fabric of his shirt. "Sure, I'd like to hear what pointers you have to offer me."
Taisuke acted on instinct. As soon as Hiromitsu handed his guitar over to an assistant, Taisuke grabbed his wrist and bolted. He ignored the yells of the staff behind them, and Yuta and Wataru's catcalls, easily barreling through groups of surprised venue staff. He'd never played in a venue this big yet, but these places were all the same anyway and it wasn't difficult to find an empty dressing room after passing through a couple of hallways.
Once inside, he pressed Hiromitsu against the door, using their collective body weight to slam the door shut. In the same movement, he leaned in to crush his lips against Hiromitsu's, only to find Hiromitsu already leaning in too, meeting him halfway.
Jesus, it wasn't fair. The man could play guitar and kiss.
As their tongues moved slippery and insistent against each other, Taisuke reached down to cup Hiromitsu's ass, pulling him in and grinding their hips together. His erection was already back in full force, and he could feel the other man's growing quickly as well.
He let his lips wander away from Hiromitsu's, trailing kisses along Hiromitsu's jawline and down his throat, flicking his tongue over sweat-salted skin. With one hand, he quickly unbottoned his jeans, sighing in relief against Hiromitsu's collarbone as his erection was released from the too-tight confines of his jeans. With the other hand, he tried to undo Hiromitsu's pants; but it was difficult to figure out the clasp with his less favored hand and the leather material was tight around Hiromitsu's hips, so that after a few seconds of fumbling and getting nowhere, he growled and gave up, opting to just thrust up against the smooth leather instead.
"Such impatience," Hiromitsu said with a breathy little laugh. Pushing Taisuke away, he unzipped his pants and freed himself. Then, grabbing a fistful of Taisuke's shirt, he pulled him back in for another deep kiss, taking the lead himself this time.
Taisuke sighed, hot and heavy, into Hiromitsu's mouth as he wrapped a hand around both of their lengths, jerking them both off together. He couldn't decide which was better - the way Hiromitsu was sucking lightly on his bottom lip, the frisson tingling straight through to his groin, or the feeling of his cock rubbing against Hiromitsu's, both of them hard and heavy in his hand.
A moan escaped from Hiromitsu, and Taisuke echoed it. Hiromitsu leaned his head back against the door, closing his eyes against the pleasure, and Taisuke leaned forward too, chasing after Hiromitsu's lips with his own.
"So good," Hiromitsu murmured into his mouth. He snaked a hand up Taisuke's shirt, finding his nipples and rubbing guitar-calloused fingertips over them until Taisuke cried out, arching into the touch. Then he reached down with the other hand to take Taisuke's cock in his own hand, stroking him with quick, firm tugs until Taisuke was rising involuntarily to his tiptoes trying to catch up to the feeling.
"Fuck," moaned Taisuke, hardly knowing where he wanted-needed-more. "More... I need..."
Unceremoniously, Hiromitsu shoved Taisuke's shirt up around his armpits, taking a nipple into his mouth and suckling while he worked the other one with his fingers still. By now, Taisuke had let go of Hiromitsu's cock, using both hands to prop himself up against the door. His thighs were starting to tremble with his impending orgasm, and he wasn't sure his legs by themselves would hold him up.
"Come for me," Hiromitsu growled, all low and throaty the way he'd sung some of his songs earlier, and that thought had Taisuke shooting right over the edge. He came with a long moan that he tried to hold back, tried to muffle against Hiromitsu's shoulder. But Hiromitsu stroked him through his climax, drawing out his orgasm until he shuddered and cried out with its intensity.
"Messy," admonished Hiromitsu, wiping his hand against the side of Taisuke's jeans. His voice was warm, though, and his eyes were crinkled in self-satisfied good humor.
How irritating. Taisuke pulled away, disgruntled expression already appearing on his face.
"What, not going to return the favor?"
"So entitled," Taisuke raised an eyebrow. "You think you're some hot-shot rock star, huh."
"Mmm," Hiromitsu hummed in agreement. "Getting the groupies so hot and bothered they have to drag me off for post-concert sex? Sounds like a rock star to me." Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed Taisuke's hand and guided it to his still-hard erection. "You were doing it so well before, baby."
With his own pressing need to come taken care of, Taisuke had the presence of mind now to enjoy Hiromitsu's reactions as he got him off. He took Hiromitsu in both hands, stroking him with deft little turns of his wrist until he decided that he might as well do it properly. After-concert-blowjobs were pretty fucking rock star status, weren't they?
Taisuke sunk smoothly to his knees, keeping an eye on Hiromitsu's face and noting with satisfaction the way his eyes darkened with lust. He licked Hiromitsu's balls first, just a few times with a pointed tip of his tongue, then sucked lightly on the skin of his inner thighs until Hiromitsu was thrusting his hips forward for more. "Tease," he accused.
The truth of it made Taisuke laugh, silently; he was rather proud of his ability to tease and illicit reactions from the people he slept with, actually. To showcase his agreement with the point, he began to take Hiromitsu into his mouth, but slowly, at a pace he knew would be agonizing. He knew Hiromitsu was trying to restrain himself, could feel the man's muscles becoming more and more taut with the effort he was using in holding himself back from complaining-or thrusting into Taisuke's mouth.
Without warning Taisuke sped up, applying ever-increasing suction with every bob of his head, and swirling his tongue over the cockhead. Hiromitsu breathing quickened and he started to move a little-
Someone pounded on the door from outside, startling Taisuke so much that he jumped back, letting Hiromitsu slip out of his mouth.
"Kitayama, are you in there?" It was the manager, Kawai. "Damnit you asshole, I know you're somewhere!"
"Nope, not here," Hiromitsu called out, looking down at Taisuke with an impish grin. He guided Taisuke's mouth back to his cock, even as he continued to talk to Kawai. "Have you tried the next hallway down yet?"
"You fucker," said Kawai, but there was more laughter than annoyance in his voice. "And I mean that literally, I see. We're heading back to the hotel in 20, so hurry the fuck up or we're leaving you here."
"Roger that," Hiromitsu practically drawled. His hand was still at the back of Taisuke's head, and he threaded his fingers through his hair, lightly massaging Taisuke's scalp in rhythm with the younger man's bobbing.
It felt good, really good. Taisuke normally hated it when people touched his hair, but during sex it was one of his secret kinks. He moaned around Hiromitsu's cock, enjoying the way the Hiromitsu's fingers tightened in his hair in response. He moaned again, glancing up at Hiromitsu through a messy strand of hair.
And that was it for Hiromitsu. The seductive glance, the hint of a smirk in the lips wrapped around his cock, the vibrations down his length - he was coming before he could give warning, shooting into Taisuke's mouth. He brought his hand away from the back of Taisuke's head, allowing him to pull away if he wanted; but Taisuke didn't, instead taking Hiromitsu all the way, swallowing around his dick until Hiromitsu's orgasm died away.
"Warn a guy next time," Taisuke said, getting to his feet. He wiped his mouth with the back of a finger and raked a hand through his hair, settling it.
"Next time, huh?" Hiromitsu didn't rearrange himself immediately. He lounged sideways against the door, smiling at Taisuke with his eyes until laugh lines appeared at the corners, all charm and easy good humor. "I see you're the type that gets horny off a good performance. This how it's going to be from now on?"
Taisuke tsked with annoyance. "Who said it was a good performance? Maybe I just liked the leather pants."
Hiromitsu just smiled knowingly at Taisuke. Damn, there were those laugh lines making an appearance again, melting Taisuke's resistance to the guy.
"...Hey, didn't you hear your manager earlier? If you don't get back they'll leave you behind."
"You're coming too right?" Hiromitsu asked, suddenly more serious now as he zipped himself back up. "I know you wanted to say no earlier, but it's not too late to change your mind."
Taisuke nodded, albeit a little reluctantly; but he supposed it wasn't so galling, after all, to admit he'd been too quick to judge.
Note(s): Thanks to Gackt for the title, in which Vanilla=burning love. Even if this is not burning love. Or vanilla.
Vanilla
Kitayama/Fujigaya
R, 1992 words, pwp, jrocker!AU
The crowd was going wild around him and a girl in a leather jacket next to him kept accidentally hitting him with her penlight, but Taisuke barely noticed. He was too focused on the energy that was happening onstage, struggling between overcoming his own surprise at how good the band really was and trying to properly analyze their music.
Kiss My wasn't exactly a new or obscure band-far from it-but it was precisely because of this popularity that Taisuke had, apparently, underestimated their talent. They were major label, so popular these days that they were practically mainstream, which for a determinedly indie musician like Taisuke was the equivalent of being a talentless boyband.
But damn, they weren't talentless. Not at all. He was going to have to re-think his earlier decision to not join them as their new bassist.
From the stage, Hiromitsu caught his eye and winked at him, causing the cluster of girls directly behind him to scream shrilly. Taisuke gritted his teeth against the noise and then bared them at Hiromitsu in a scowl. It was one thing to admit he was wrong in his pre-conceptions of the band, but it was going to be galling to do so to Hiromitsu, who was already way too egotistical. Just look at the way he was caressing the microphone stand, and the way he glanced up at the crowd through his bangs, like he thought he was some kind of sex god...
The last song crashed to a stop and Taisuke willed himself to look away look away look away from Hiromitsu lest he get caught staring. But fuck, with his black hair falling in his eyes and that lazy smirk and his chest heaving from rocking out for the past hour, even Taisuke had to admit the man was sexy.
As he pushed his way through the crowd, making his way to the doors that led backstage, he tried to think unarousing thoughts, willing the erection pushing at the fly of his jeans to go down. Basketball. Basketball. Basketball. Basketball. He flashed his backstage pass at the security guard, who inclined his head in a bow and let him pass without a change in expression.
"Liked it?" Hiromitsu asked, falling in step beside Taisuke as he came through the wings from the stage. Taisuke could see the challenge in his eyes, even though they were hooded and half-closed against sweat and smudged eyeliner.
"It was alright," shrugged Taisuke, deliberately keeping his tone light and unconcerned. "Noticed a couple of mistakes here and there though. Want some pointers?"
Hiromitsu laughed, throwing his head back, and Taisuke found his eyes drawn to the curve of his throat. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt with an unusually low neckline, showing off his collarbones and an alluring V of bare chest. Hiromitsu pulled the guitar strap over his head in a fluid movement, and Taisuke couldn't help but stare at the ripple of muscles through the thin fabric of his shirt. "Sure, I'd like to hear what pointers you have to offer me."
Taisuke acted on instinct. As soon as Hiromitsu handed his guitar over to an assistant, Taisuke grabbed his wrist and bolted. He ignored the yells of the staff behind them, and Yuta and Wataru's catcalls, easily barreling through groups of surprised venue staff. He'd never played in a venue this big yet, but these places were all the same anyway and it wasn't difficult to find an empty dressing room after passing through a couple of hallways.
Once inside, he pressed Hiromitsu against the door, using their collective body weight to slam the door shut. In the same movement, he leaned in to crush his lips against Hiromitsu's, only to find Hiromitsu already leaning in too, meeting him halfway.
Jesus, it wasn't fair. The man could play guitar and kiss.
As their tongues moved slippery and insistent against each other, Taisuke reached down to cup Hiromitsu's ass, pulling him in and grinding their hips together. His erection was already back in full force, and he could feel the other man's growing quickly as well.
He let his lips wander away from Hiromitsu's, trailing kisses along Hiromitsu's jawline and down his throat, flicking his tongue over sweat-salted skin. With one hand, he quickly unbottoned his jeans, sighing in relief against Hiromitsu's collarbone as his erection was released from the too-tight confines of his jeans. With the other hand, he tried to undo Hiromitsu's pants; but it was difficult to figure out the clasp with his less favored hand and the leather material was tight around Hiromitsu's hips, so that after a few seconds of fumbling and getting nowhere, he growled and gave up, opting to just thrust up against the smooth leather instead.
"Such impatience," Hiromitsu said with a breathy little laugh. Pushing Taisuke away, he unzipped his pants and freed himself. Then, grabbing a fistful of Taisuke's shirt, he pulled him back in for another deep kiss, taking the lead himself this time.
Taisuke sighed, hot and heavy, into Hiromitsu's mouth as he wrapped a hand around both of their lengths, jerking them both off together. He couldn't decide which was better - the way Hiromitsu was sucking lightly on his bottom lip, the frisson tingling straight through to his groin, or the feeling of his cock rubbing against Hiromitsu's, both of them hard and heavy in his hand.
A moan escaped from Hiromitsu, and Taisuke echoed it. Hiromitsu leaned his head back against the door, closing his eyes against the pleasure, and Taisuke leaned forward too, chasing after Hiromitsu's lips with his own.
"So good," Hiromitsu murmured into his mouth. He snaked a hand up Taisuke's shirt, finding his nipples and rubbing guitar-calloused fingertips over them until Taisuke cried out, arching into the touch. Then he reached down with the other hand to take Taisuke's cock in his own hand, stroking him with quick, firm tugs until Taisuke was rising involuntarily to his tiptoes trying to catch up to the feeling.
"Fuck," moaned Taisuke, hardly knowing where he wanted-needed-more. "More... I need..."
Unceremoniously, Hiromitsu shoved Taisuke's shirt up around his armpits, taking a nipple into his mouth and suckling while he worked the other one with his fingers still. By now, Taisuke had let go of Hiromitsu's cock, using both hands to prop himself up against the door. His thighs were starting to tremble with his impending orgasm, and he wasn't sure his legs by themselves would hold him up.
"Come for me," Hiromitsu growled, all low and throaty the way he'd sung some of his songs earlier, and that thought had Taisuke shooting right over the edge. He came with a long moan that he tried to hold back, tried to muffle against Hiromitsu's shoulder. But Hiromitsu stroked him through his climax, drawing out his orgasm until he shuddered and cried out with its intensity.
"Messy," admonished Hiromitsu, wiping his hand against the side of Taisuke's jeans. His voice was warm, though, and his eyes were crinkled in self-satisfied good humor.
How irritating. Taisuke pulled away, disgruntled expression already appearing on his face.
"What, not going to return the favor?"
"So entitled," Taisuke raised an eyebrow. "You think you're some hot-shot rock star, huh."
"Mmm," Hiromitsu hummed in agreement. "Getting the groupies so hot and bothered they have to drag me off for post-concert sex? Sounds like a rock star to me." Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed Taisuke's hand and guided it to his still-hard erection. "You were doing it so well before, baby."
With his own pressing need to come taken care of, Taisuke had the presence of mind now to enjoy Hiromitsu's reactions as he got him off. He took Hiromitsu in both hands, stroking him with deft little turns of his wrist until he decided that he might as well do it properly. After-concert-blowjobs were pretty fucking rock star status, weren't they?
Taisuke sunk smoothly to his knees, keeping an eye on Hiromitsu's face and noting with satisfaction the way his eyes darkened with lust. He licked Hiromitsu's balls first, just a few times with a pointed tip of his tongue, then sucked lightly on the skin of his inner thighs until Hiromitsu was thrusting his hips forward for more. "Tease," he accused.
The truth of it made Taisuke laugh, silently; he was rather proud of his ability to tease and illicit reactions from the people he slept with, actually. To showcase his agreement with the point, he began to take Hiromitsu into his mouth, but slowly, at a pace he knew would be agonizing. He knew Hiromitsu was trying to restrain himself, could feel the man's muscles becoming more and more taut with the effort he was using in holding himself back from complaining-or thrusting into Taisuke's mouth.
Without warning Taisuke sped up, applying ever-increasing suction with every bob of his head, and swirling his tongue over the cockhead. Hiromitsu breathing quickened and he started to move a little-
Someone pounded on the door from outside, startling Taisuke so much that he jumped back, letting Hiromitsu slip out of his mouth.
"Kitayama, are you in there?" It was the manager, Kawai. "Damnit you asshole, I know you're somewhere!"
"Nope, not here," Hiromitsu called out, looking down at Taisuke with an impish grin. He guided Taisuke's mouth back to his cock, even as he continued to talk to Kawai. "Have you tried the next hallway down yet?"
"You fucker," said Kawai, but there was more laughter than annoyance in his voice. "And I mean that literally, I see. We're heading back to the hotel in 20, so hurry the fuck up or we're leaving you here."
"Roger that," Hiromitsu practically drawled. His hand was still at the back of Taisuke's head, and he threaded his fingers through his hair, lightly massaging Taisuke's scalp in rhythm with the younger man's bobbing.
It felt good, really good. Taisuke normally hated it when people touched his hair, but during sex it was one of his secret kinks. He moaned around Hiromitsu's cock, enjoying the way the Hiromitsu's fingers tightened in his hair in response. He moaned again, glancing up at Hiromitsu through a messy strand of hair.
And that was it for Hiromitsu. The seductive glance, the hint of a smirk in the lips wrapped around his cock, the vibrations down his length - he was coming before he could give warning, shooting into Taisuke's mouth. He brought his hand away from the back of Taisuke's head, allowing him to pull away if he wanted; but Taisuke didn't, instead taking Hiromitsu all the way, swallowing around his dick until Hiromitsu's orgasm died away.
"Warn a guy next time," Taisuke said, getting to his feet. He wiped his mouth with the back of a finger and raked a hand through his hair, settling it.
"Next time, huh?" Hiromitsu didn't rearrange himself immediately. He lounged sideways against the door, smiling at Taisuke with his eyes until laugh lines appeared at the corners, all charm and easy good humor. "I see you're the type that gets horny off a good performance. This how it's going to be from now on?"
Taisuke tsked with annoyance. "Who said it was a good performance? Maybe I just liked the leather pants."
Hiromitsu just smiled knowingly at Taisuke. Damn, there were those laugh lines making an appearance again, melting Taisuke's resistance to the guy.
"...Hey, didn't you hear your manager earlier? If you don't get back they'll leave you behind."
"You're coming too right?" Hiromitsu asked, suddenly more serious now as he zipped himself back up. "I know you wanted to say no earlier, but it's not too late to change your mind."
Taisuke nodded, albeit a little reluctantly; but he supposed it wasn't so galling, after all, to admit he'd been too quick to judge.
Note(s): Thanks to Gackt for the title, in which Vanilla=burning love. Even if this is not burning love. Or vanilla.