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Late summer quick and dirty pwp exchange: which still somehow reminds me of watermelons because watermelons are apparently a natural viagra \o/
For un_sanzo, who wanted Yokoo/Nikaido, something to do with their Gineiden stageplay, and Yokoo being DoS, but I'm pretty sure I suck at filling the prompt, so right after I post this I'm going to pretend that the internet doesn't exist and go do something else bed ._.
Other exchange fics: Noella84| Omoikkiri| Miquilis| Mousapelli| un_sanzo|
Working in a stage production out of Johnnys', as Nikaido discovers right on the very first day itself, is a lot different from what he's used to. Rehearsals are a lot more organised and far less chaotic - probably something to do with the fact that most of the cast aren't rambunctious young boys (or fully-grown adults behaving like rambunctious young boys). The strangest thing about it, Nikaido thinks, is not having the rest of Kisumai with him.
Though Yokoo is still constantly telling him to not dump his clothes all over his chair like that, for goodness sake, fold them and put them away neatly or everyone's going to think you're a slob. But then after his brief scolding, Yokoo just rolls his eyes, lets out this long-suffering sigh that is almost certainly a habit picked up from Kitayama, and puts Nikaido's things away for him anyway. And because Yokoo doesn't usually put away stuff for people, Nikaido appreciates him all the more for it.
"Thanks, Watta," Nikaido says, and when Yokoo helps bring him lunch from the catering table, paper plate filled with the dishes that Yokoo knows Nikaido will like, Nikaido is pretty glad that out of Kisumai, it's Yokoo with whom he's working.
And there certainly are other perks to getting to work with Yokoo, besides getting his stuff put away for him and his lunch fetched exactly the way he likes it.
"Watta, I forgot my shampoo again, let me use yours?"
It's a mark of how Yokoo is already so used to Nikaido's presence that he's barely fazed when Nikaido follows him right into the showers. Everyone else has already left for the day - rehearsals ended over an hour ago, but Yokoo and Nikaido were needed to stay back for a magazine photoshoot, so they have the entire shower room to themselves.
"Here." Yokoo digs around in his bag, and pulls out a small white bottle that he tosses over to Nikaido. Nikaido catches it, but he scowls when he sees the plain label.
"Hey, no fair," Nikaido says. "I want to use your regular shampoo, the one that smells like lemons."
Yokoo raises an eyebrow at him, but doesn't argue. But he does protest, however, when Nikaido shamelessly follows him right into his shower stall. Nikaido carelessly drops his own bathing things onto the little shelf, right on top of Yokoo's.
"Nika!"
"What?" Nikaido grins, taking a step towards Yokoo so abruptly that Yokoo is taken by surprise, and he reflexively steps backwards in turn. It's precisely what Nikaido wants, and he reaches out to gently shove at Yokoo's chest, pushing him up against the wall. Nikaido follows, leaning in as close as he can without their bodies actually touching, his palms braced against the wall for support.
"Come on, Watta," he whispers daringly against Yokoo's lips, "It's been a while since it's just the two of us together, hasn't it?"
Yokoo recovers from his shock surprisingly fast; remaining utterly still, he looks down at Nikaido, his eyes dark and piercing and making Nikaido's breath catch in anticipation. Nikaido boldly meets his gaze, and for what seems like an eternity, they remain that way. It's almost like a game, to see who will crack first. And then Yokoo suddenly moves, hands rising up to grab at Nikaido's wrists so fast that Nikaido yelps a little, more in surprise than in pain, and Nikaido finds himself being turned around and against the wall instead.
"I see," Yokoo murmurs, still not letting go of Nikaido's hands, effectively immobilising him against the wall. "So this is how it's going to be, huh?"
The shower wall is cool and wet against Nikaido's back, droplets of water soaking through his shirt. The shiver that runs through him as Yokoo looks him up and down has nothing to do with the cold. Nikaido spares a few seconds to wonder how he always (willingly) gets himself into these sort of situations, but then he looks right into Yokoo's darkened eyes and he decides that thinking isn't really too neccessary a thing to do at the moment.
"There's nobody around to hear us," Nikaido points out cheekily, if only to egg him on. Nikaido's never been one for subtlety, after all.
"You really want this, don't you," Yokoo says, although he doesn't sound particularly unhappy about it in the slightest. He doesn't wait for Nikaido to reply, and leans down to lightly brush his lips against Nikaido's for a kiss. Nikaido arches up into the kiss, wanting more, but Yokoo pulls away soon after, drawing a whine of dissatisfaction from Nikaido.
"Don't you make me start begging," Nikaido says crossly.
"Ah," Yokoo says. "That's a good idea. I should make you beg, I think." He grins at the look on Nikaido's face. "And no, pouting cutely isn't going to get you anywhere, you're not fourteen anymore."
Nikaido feels that Yokoo's jibe is slightly unfair; after all, Senga still gets his way plenty with the pouting cutely thing, and Senga is definitely no longer fourteen either. He changes tactics, boldly rolling his hips up to rub against Yokoo.
"Mm," Yokoo says approvingly. "You are so adorable when you're trying to be seductive, Nika-chan."
Nikaido frowns up at him, not sure if Yokoo's actually complimenting him, but Yokoo just pulls him close and presses their lips together in a slow, deep kiss that steals his breath away. Nikaido hazily feels Yokoo's arm wrapping firmly around his back, drawing their bodies warm and tight together. He readily melts into Yokoo's arms, and it's so easy to just loose himself completely in the kiss.
"Yes," Yokoo says, when they finally break apart a good while later. "You really are a cute little thing."
Nikaido opens his mouth, ready to argue the point, but he finds that his brain is too clouded over to form a coherent retort. He isn't even sure if he remembers what Yokoo's referring to. Yokoo is clearly amused, smirking down at him.
"This is too easy," he comments, noticing how perplexed Nikaido is. Nikaido recovers just enough to glower at him, positive that Yokoo is just trying to confuse him on purpose.
"Clothes off, then," Yokoo orders, and Nikaido is quick to comply. He discards his clothes into a messy pile by the door where it's the least wet, but when he turns back, Yokoo is still fully clothed, having made no move to undress.
"Are you going to do this properly or what," Nikaido says, disgruntled. He reaches out to tug at Yokoo's trackpants in an attempt to remove at least one offending item of clothing. Yokoo stops him with a casual swat of his hand.
"We're doing this on my terms," Yokoo says, and there's something in his tone of voice that makes Nikaido flush heatedly in anticipation.
And then suddenly the door bangs open, and the shower room is filled with voices.
"- a little more, I've already suggested to the Director to add a few more parts to the set."
"Nakagawa-san," Nikaido says, eyes widening as he recognises the senior cast member's voice. There are a few more people speaking, but the mortification at being caught like this effectively freezes Nikaido's brain right in its tracks. It's one thing to be caught in the middle of making out with a fellow Johnnys idol by a fellow Johnnys idol (in fact, it's even considered a perfectly acceptable situation to be caught in, especially within Ebikisu) but this...
Yokoo, on the other hand, is quick, having the sense of mind to reach over behind Nikaido and tug the shower curtain shut. He turns back to look at Nikaido, a strangely amused expression stealing across his face.
"Well then," Yokoo says, seemingly thoroughly unaffected by this new development, "You'll just have to be very quiet, won't you Nika-chan?" His grin is sharp and maybe bordering a little on the side of daredevil insanity.
"Watta," Nikaido's voice comes out as a squeak, but that's all he has time to say before Yokoo is pressing up against him once more, kissing him even more ferociously than before, one hand dipping down between his thighs to stroke him slowly. Nikaido gasps into Yokoo's mouth, clutching at his shoulders and gripping hard in an effort to remain as silent as possible. It's incredible, all his senses are running wild and it's a struggle to keep a lid on them.
"No... fair," Nikaido moans brokenly. He scrabbles at Yokoo's shirt, desperate for Yokoo to stop yet he wants to feel Yokoo's bare skin on his own, wants Yokoo to just start fucking him already even though he knows that there's absolutely no way he'll be able to keep quiet that way.
"You started this," Yokoo says, pulling away to remind him almost serenely.
"I hate you," Nikaido says weakly. Granted, he knows he can just walk away, but some part of him - likely the suicidal part that started all this in the first place - feels that this might be actually quite hot after all.
"Find something to hold on to," Yokoo instructs him, placing firm hands on either sides of Nikaido's hips. "Or you can hold on to me if you'd like."
That's all the warning Yokoo gives before he kneels down and takes Nikaido's cock in his mouth, gently sucking just at his tip. Nikaido claps a hand over his mouth just in time to stiffle his moan, little ripples of pleasure flowing through his body.
"Good," Yokoo says with a grin, "For once you're pretty quiet. I'm impressed."
Nikaido would love to come up with a retort, but he doesn't trust himself to open his mouth just yet. He keeps his lips tightly clamped shut behind his fingers, and so instead resorts to conveying 'Fuck you' with his eyes the best he can.
Yokoo slowly drags his tongue up the underside of Nikaido's cock, then he pulls back and takes him full in his mouth and suddenly sucks hard. Nikaido lets out a loud sob that is barely muffled by his hand. He feels his body starting to give way, unable to keep himself standing upright any longer, and he fumbles with his free hand, reaching out blindly. His fingers find their way into Yokoo's hair, digging into his scalp, and he's almost tugging at Yokoo's hair, as he tries to steady himself. It's insanely hot, somehow, Yokoo still fully clothed in his stupid shirt and trackpants and sucking him off and Nikaido has to stop himself from making any noise because they're surrounded by senior stage actors they barely know and god, if this isn't tantamount to making out in public.
Nikaido can feel his eyes starting to tear up with the effort of keeping silent. Yokoo is looking up at him, watching him carefully, observing his every little reaction; the way he twitches when Yokoo scrapes a firm swipe along Nikaido's cock with his tongue, how he squirms when Yokoo sucks sharply at the tip of his cock. And Yokoo just keeps going, not easing up at all, and soon Nikaido is whimpering into the hand still clasped firmly over his mouth, hips thrusting against Yokoo's lips, desperate for more.
"Ow, my hair," Yokoo pulls away briefly to comment drily. Then he drags his lips with deliberate slowness back over just head of his cock and sucks lightly, one hand moving to jerk him off at the same time. It sends renewed sparks of pleasure through Nikaido's body, and his fingers clench even tighter in Yokoo's hair.
"Watta," Nikaido manages to choke out after what seems like ages of sweet, sweet torture. His body suddenly jerks, stiffening, and then he comes, spilling himself over Yokoo. Yokoo calmly licks the come from his lips, all the while steadily gazing up at him with darkened eyes, and Nikaido has to hold back another moan.
Yokoo gently untangles Nikaido's fingers from his hair and straightens up, but Nikaido slides down onto the floor, shaky legs unable to support his weight any longer.
"Up." Yokoo nudges him with a foot. When Nikaido makes no move to stand, Yokoo crouches down next to him.
"But I'm not done yet, Takashi," Yokoo whispers into his ear. "My place, later."
*****
They don't go back immediately after that, however; at Yokoo's insistence they stop by a small family restaurant for dinner on the way home. The food is good, but Nikaido doesn't stop wondering if Yokoo isn't really in the mood to entertain him anymore, after all.
"Hey," Nikaido says hopefully, around a mouthful of rice, "Are you still... You know?"
Yokoo eyes him sternly. "Swallow your food first, and say that again."
Nikaido is indignant, but knowing Yokoo, Nikaido's not going to get an answer until he does as he says. In his haste, he swallows too fast and ends up in an entirely undignified coughing fit. Yokoo surprisingly does not comment, silently offering him a glass of water as Nikaido recovers from it.
"Silly," Yokoo finally says, almost fondly. And then his grin turns feral. "You know I always keep my promises, Nika-chan," he says.
The teasing lilt on his name makes Nikaido squirm in his seat. But if there's one thing Nikaido likes most about Yokoo, it's how reliable he is, and how Nikaido can depend on him to come through thoroughly when he needs him for anything.
Maybe he's taking advantage of this particular trait of Yokoo, Nikaido thinks a couple of hours later, as he’s trotting after Yokoo into the latter's apartment -
Nikaido's barely walked in five steps when Yokoo suddenly slams the door shut behind him. Before Nikaido realises what's going on, his bag is knocked out of his hand and his back is up against the wall, and Yokoo is kissing him so hard and demanding that he can't breathe. It's just like before, only that Yokoo is no longer holding back, and Nikaido dimly realises that Yokoo must have been restraining himself right from the very start.
- but it surely doesn't count as taking advantage of someone if the other party is perfectly happy about the arrangement, Nikaido decides as he melts into the kiss, secretly enjoying the way Yokoo dominates his mouth. Nikaido doesn't even try to take over, allowing Yokoo to do all the work. Yokoo's hand slips in between Nikaido's legs to unzip his jeans, sliding his hand in to palm at his cock, and Nikaido feels himself growing hard again.
"Bed," Yokoo says, more of an order than a suggestion, and Nikaido doesn't protest.
They tumble clumsily into Yokoo's bed, and Nikaido is completely content with the way things are progressing until Yokoo suddenly pulls away to press Nikaido down into the sheets by his hands, straddling him at the thighs so he can't move. Yokoo gives him a thoughtful look, as though considering something rather important.
"I still think I should make you beg," Yokoo tells him.
Nikaido whines, trying to buck Yokoo off, to get him to start moving again. "Come on, Watta, we're already here and everything, let's do this properly. Please, Wattaaaa."
"That'll do for now," Yokoo grins, and Nikaido belatedly realises that he'd fallen right into his trap. Yokoo's hands go to work on Nikaido's belt, and soon Nikaido clothes are in a messy pile on the floor at the foot of the bed.
"You too," Nikaido says, propping himself up on one elbow and pulling at a corner of Yokoo's shirt.
Quite unexpectedly, Yokoo heeds his instructions, stripping off quickly and efficiently, without even moving off Nikaido. Nikaido sighs at the feel of Yokoo's bare skin on his own, finally.
Yokoo leans down to gently nip at his earlobe. “Tell me what you want,” he murmurs.
"Isn't it already obvious?" Nikaido grumbles, annoyed that for once Yokoo is talking too much. But Yokoo starts skimming at his jaw with his lips, and it's distracting him from arguing back. He tilts his head, exposing more of his neck in invitation, and Yokoo obliges, trailing a line of kisses down his neck.
Yokoo cups Nikado's face, brushes his thumb lightly across his lower lip. The touch makes Nikaido part his lips, sucking in a sharp breath in anticipation.
"Ah, you liked that, didn't you?" Yokoo observes keenly.
Nikaido doesn't reply, mainly because he doesn't want to admit Yokoo's right. He reaches up, hooking his left hand behind Yokoo's neck, pulling him down for a kiss. His right hand slips down to wrap around Yokoo's cock and squeezes - he figures that the only way he's ever going to get any action at all tonight is if he makes the first move. It makes Yokoo gasp harshly and moan against Nikaido's lips, the first time Yokoo's lost his composure all day, and Nikaido can't help but feel distinctly pleased with himself.
"You liked that, didn't you?" Nikaido says into Yokoo's mouth, and for good measure, he gives Yokoo's cock a few bold strokes.
"Brat," Yokoo gasps out, and then he suddenly twists and bites at Nikaido's shoulder, not hard enough to bruise or draw blood, but painful enough that Nikaido squeaks in surprise and releases his hold on Yokoo. Yokoo immediately rolls off him, and Nikaido scowls at the loss of contact.
"But you're too slow," he complains in defense.
"Slow, am I?" Yokoo's eyes narrow. "You want it hard and fast, I'll give you hard and fast."
Nikaido isn't too sure what to make out of Yokoo's threat, and he doesn't complain when Yokoo finally reaches over to rummage in his bedside drawers, producing a tube and little square of foil. Yokoo takes his time working him open, and when Nikaido opens his mouth to whine, Yokoo crooks his fingers, and his words come out as a broken whimper instead.
"Hmm, here?" Yokoo says, as though talking to himself, and Nikaido cries out as Yokoo's finger presses down precisely on his prostate. Yokoo does it a few more times, and Nikaido's whimper turns into a soft, strangled wail, fingers twisting and clenching in the bedsheets.
"Please," Nikaido nearly sobs, pushing himself down on Yokoo's fingers. He's too far gone that he's barely aware of what he's saying anymore, his voice breathless and shaky. "Watta, please."
It feels like ages before Yokoo finally stops teasing him and gives in, but he pushes in so slowly that it nearly drives Nikaido mad. He wraps his legs around Yokoo's hips, urging him on, and Yokoo thrusts into him fast and hard. He keeps going, fucking Nikaido in quick, almost rough thrusts, the sound of their skin slapping together obscenely loud even over Nikaido's breathless gasps.
"I..." Yokoo suddenly chokes out, and Nikaido feels it when Yokoo comes, going tense and then collapsing down on Nikaido, shivering visibly. Nikaido whines in desperation as Yokoo lifts himself up by his elbows and pulls out of him.
Yokoo doesn't disappoint, recovering almost immediately, and sliding his fingers back into Nikaido. He’s still wet enough that Yokoo’s two fingers slip in easily, and Yokoo quickly finds that sensitive spot again, fingertip lightly pressing against it. His other hand reaches out to tug on Nikaido's cock, jerking him off.
It's not long before Nikaido's coming again, his entire body tensing up and arching with his release. When he comes down from his high, Nikaido is only vaguely aware that Yokoo has collapsed onto the bed next to him, eyes closed and breathing deeply. And then the combined exhaustion of a full day's work and two orgasms in a day overtakes him, and Nikaido feels his eyes start to flutter shut too.
"You're lucky that I like you enough," Yokoo teases, gently kissing Nikaido on the cheek.
Nikaido expends just enough energy to turn around to meet Yokoo's lips. The kiss is light and slow and gentle, and even in the haze of his tiredness Nikaido thinks that it is pretty awesome getting to work with Yokoo, really.
A few minutes pass, and Nikaido is content to just lie there, drifting in and out of sleep, not caring that he's a sweaty, sticky mess at the moment. He'll just deal with that when he feels more awake, he thinks, but Yokoo clearly doesn't agree.
"Come on," Yokoo says, giving Nikaido a gentle prod in the chest. "Shower, or you're not sleeping in my bed tonight."
"Mm," Nikaido says, not really willing to move, and just for the heck of it he rolls around and grabs one of Yokoo's pillows, curling up around it. "Sleepy," he yawns, burying his face into the pillow, quietly giggling to himself because he knows it's going to get on Yokoo's nerves. Surprisingly Yokoo merely gives the pillow a small tug in a half-hearted attempt to reclaim it, then Nikaido feels the mattress shift as Yokoo climbs out of bed and disappears out the room.
He's back soon enough with a wet towel. Nikaido refuses to move, keeping his face pressed into the pillow as Yokoo quickly rubs him down, content to let him do all the work. When Yokoo finally slides back into bed, Nikaido instantly wriggles around to cuddle up to him.
They lie like that for a while, in pleasant silence, and Nikaido's already almost asleep when Yokoo suddenly speaks.
"How about we do it in the dressing room, next?" Yokoo suggests. "Or even backstage, if you're confident that you can keep properly quiet this time."
Nikaido decides that it'll be too much effort to kick Yokoo out of bed - and it is Yokoo's own bed anyway, and Yokoo might kick him out of bed in retaliation - so he settles for a yawned, "Shut up."
Yokoo just laughs.