...Just Wanna Have Fun ∞ JE, *NC-17*
Title: ..Just Wanna Have Fun
Fandom: JE
Pairing: Yokoyama Yu/Akanishi Jin
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Fail. Cop-out ending. Barely pornographic. I hope you're as disappointed in me as I am in myself.
Summary: Yoko does something nice for Jin, in his not-so-humble opinion.
Notes: Cop. Out. Period. Fuck this one-hour shit. Inspired by this and this for the Picture Inspiration One-Hour Challenge.
Other victims: coiled_iris ∞ goldengutgirl ∞ ky_rin ∞ liangzhu ∞ longleggedgit ∞ mousapelli ∞ nicocoer ∞ nihongofrancais ∞ pearljemz ∞ tinyangl
The lights are low and the seats are soft; it's the ideal place for relaxation.
Almost as soft as the cushions, much to Yoko's delight, are the generous chests of the hostesses he has his arms around. To his left and right, short-skirted women giggle as he regales them with one drunken tale or another. Yoko's companion for the evening--one Akanishi Jin--is far less amused. He's heard the story at least three times over the course of the evening, roughly every four drinks.
To Jin's left and right, two other women are chattering away. He nods when appropriate, exercising the excellent false attentiveness he developed while dealing with his own bandmates. His fine skills also cause his head to snap up as Yoko finally shifts his attention away from the women.
"Oi," Yoko says, speech ever so slightly slurred, voice raised. "Why aren't you having fun? These girls are here, have fun with them!"
Jin smoothly draws his arms away from the clinging women and gestures to the empty bottle on the table. "Could we get some more of that, ladies?" Hurriedly, the girls nod and two of them get up to retrieve another bottle of whatever unnaturally caustic substance Yoko is fond of; after all, he, not Jin, is the regular here.
Yoko catches the look on Jin's face and shoos his own ladies away. "We'll talk for a bit, go get more money, girls," he says with a grin that he thinks radiates benevolence, and the girls walk out of the private room leaning on each other and giggling.
"Classy, Yokoyama," Jin says, reaching for the near-empty glass in front of him.
Yoko crosses his arms. "It's not my fault your friends ditched you and you were bored."
"But," Jin says, downing the rest of his liquor, "it's completely your fault for dragging me in here. They have about the depth of a cracker."
"It's not about the depth," Yoko says, gesturing wildly. "It's about the quality of service!"
"Fanservice, you mean." Jin tries desperately to make some extra drop fall out of his crystal glass, frowning when he fails. "Don't you think four hours is enough, though?"
Yoko takes off his fedora and loosens his tie, fanning himself. "We're just getting started, are you kidding? I haven't even talked to Saku-chan or Mari yet. They'll get upset if their favorite celebrity leaves without getting a drink from them."
"Well," Jin says, standing and wiping his hands on his jeans, "I think I'm going to go track down the deserters. You have a good time."
Yoko slides across the dark velvet cushions and reaches out to grab Jin's arm. "Don't leave yet, come on! Wait 'til you meet Saku-chan at least. She's your type!"
Jin tries to shake off Yoko's grip. "So she's tall, leggy, and blonde?"
"No," Yoko says conspiratorially, "she's a very vocal supporter of our work, if you know what I mean."
In the moment it takes for Jin's slightly muddled mind to completely grasp the entendre, Yoko manages to firm up his grip on Jin's arm. By the time Jin realizes that Yoko must be very, very drunk, it's too late. Instead of walking out the door, Jin finds himself back on the curved seat with a pair of lips quite close to his ear.
Yoko breathes. Jin can smell the alcohol, can feel the warmth of the air passing over his skin. Yoko's grip on Jin's arm loosens just slightly.
This, Jin thinks when Yoko pushes aside a strand of his hair, might be fun after all.
Jin sits, face blank, and waits. Yoko clumsily strokes the shell of Jin's ear before pressing his lips to it. He tongues Jin's earlobe, muttering things that Jin can only vaguely recognize as Kansaiben, and Jin smiles vaguely. After being put through hours of stupid chatter and flattery, he's glad to be nudging things toward "interesting."
Yoko continues, clearly trying to elicit some sort of reaction, but nothing seems to draw anything out of Jin.
Yoko sighs and pulls away slightly. "Bored with this, too? You're too difficult!"
"Not that difficult," Jin mutters, glancing at Yoko with a smirk. "You're just not trying hard enough."
Yoko accepts the challenge by running one hand across the front of Jin's skin-tight leather jacket. Jin can feel it, nerves on edge from alcohol and heat, and barely manages to hold back a shuddering breath.
There's a moment of stillness, then Yoko's fingers are tugging at the lower zipper on the jacket--opening it from the bottom up--and his lips are on Jin's neck. Jin doesn't flinch, but in the effort to stifle the reaction he traps air in his throat and coughs. Somehow, Yoko takes this as a cue to run his tongue over Jin's Adam's apple. It proves to be Jin's downfall at last.
Jin groans softly as Yoko's hand slides beneath his shirt, stroking the area beneath Jin's navel with unnecessary pressure. Jin's muscles twitch under Yoko's touch, triggering a chain of reflexive actions that end with his fingers tangled in Yoko's loosened tie. Jin tugs on the strip of black cloth, pulling Yoko in for a kiss, but Yoko resists.
"We're going to have fun," he slurs. "Didn't I ruin your night?"
Yoko plants on hand on Jin's right thigh and slides off the seat, recklessly shoving the table aside as he settles between Jin's legs.
Jin can do nothing but stare, especially when Yoko pulls open Jin's belt with two simple, quick movements and his fingers deftly unfasten the button that was hidden beneath it.
He drops his head back as Yoko--with surprising swiftness--frees Jin's erection and takes it between his lips.
Yoko's tie slips away from Jin's fingers, and Jin vaguely wonders when hostess clubs actually got entertaining.
You bet that was a cop-out ending. The damn hour ran out.
Fandom: JE
Pairing: Yokoyama Yu/Akanishi Jin
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Fail. Cop-out ending. Barely pornographic. I hope you're as disappointed in me as I am in myself.
Summary: Yoko does something nice for Jin, in his not-so-humble opinion.
Notes: Cop. Out. Period. Fuck this one-hour shit. Inspired by this and this for the Picture Inspiration One-Hour Challenge.
Other victims: coiled_iris ∞ goldengutgirl ∞ ky_rin ∞ liangzhu ∞ longleggedgit ∞ mousapelli ∞ nicocoer ∞ nihongofrancais ∞ pearljemz ∞ tinyangl
The lights are low and the seats are soft; it's the ideal place for relaxation.
Almost as soft as the cushions, much to Yoko's delight, are the generous chests of the hostesses he has his arms around. To his left and right, short-skirted women giggle as he regales them with one drunken tale or another. Yoko's companion for the evening--one Akanishi Jin--is far less amused. He's heard the story at least three times over the course of the evening, roughly every four drinks.
To Jin's left and right, two other women are chattering away. He nods when appropriate, exercising the excellent false attentiveness he developed while dealing with his own bandmates. His fine skills also cause his head to snap up as Yoko finally shifts his attention away from the women.
"Oi," Yoko says, speech ever so slightly slurred, voice raised. "Why aren't you having fun? These girls are here, have fun with them!"
Jin smoothly draws his arms away from the clinging women and gestures to the empty bottle on the table. "Could we get some more of that, ladies?" Hurriedly, the girls nod and two of them get up to retrieve another bottle of whatever unnaturally caustic substance Yoko is fond of; after all, he, not Jin, is the regular here.
Yoko catches the look on Jin's face and shoos his own ladies away. "We'll talk for a bit, go get more money, girls," he says with a grin that he thinks radiates benevolence, and the girls walk out of the private room leaning on each other and giggling.
"Classy, Yokoyama," Jin says, reaching for the near-empty glass in front of him.
Yoko crosses his arms. "It's not my fault your friends ditched you and you were bored."
"But," Jin says, downing the rest of his liquor, "it's completely your fault for dragging me in here. They have about the depth of a cracker."
"It's not about the depth," Yoko says, gesturing wildly. "It's about the quality of service!"
"Fanservice, you mean." Jin tries desperately to make some extra drop fall out of his crystal glass, frowning when he fails. "Don't you think four hours is enough, though?"
Yoko takes off his fedora and loosens his tie, fanning himself. "We're just getting started, are you kidding? I haven't even talked to Saku-chan or Mari yet. They'll get upset if their favorite celebrity leaves without getting a drink from them."
"Well," Jin says, standing and wiping his hands on his jeans, "I think I'm going to go track down the deserters. You have a good time."
Yoko slides across the dark velvet cushions and reaches out to grab Jin's arm. "Don't leave yet, come on! Wait 'til you meet Saku-chan at least. She's your type!"
Jin tries to shake off Yoko's grip. "So she's tall, leggy, and blonde?"
"No," Yoko says conspiratorially, "she's a very vocal supporter of our work, if you know what I mean."
In the moment it takes for Jin's slightly muddled mind to completely grasp the entendre, Yoko manages to firm up his grip on Jin's arm. By the time Jin realizes that Yoko must be very, very drunk, it's too late. Instead of walking out the door, Jin finds himself back on the curved seat with a pair of lips quite close to his ear.
Yoko breathes. Jin can smell the alcohol, can feel the warmth of the air passing over his skin. Yoko's grip on Jin's arm loosens just slightly.
This, Jin thinks when Yoko pushes aside a strand of his hair, might be fun after all.
Jin sits, face blank, and waits. Yoko clumsily strokes the shell of Jin's ear before pressing his lips to it. He tongues Jin's earlobe, muttering things that Jin can only vaguely recognize as Kansaiben, and Jin smiles vaguely. After being put through hours of stupid chatter and flattery, he's glad to be nudging things toward "interesting."
Yoko continues, clearly trying to elicit some sort of reaction, but nothing seems to draw anything out of Jin.
Yoko sighs and pulls away slightly. "Bored with this, too? You're too difficult!"
"Not that difficult," Jin mutters, glancing at Yoko with a smirk. "You're just not trying hard enough."
Yoko accepts the challenge by running one hand across the front of Jin's skin-tight leather jacket. Jin can feel it, nerves on edge from alcohol and heat, and barely manages to hold back a shuddering breath.
There's a moment of stillness, then Yoko's fingers are tugging at the lower zipper on the jacket--opening it from the bottom up--and his lips are on Jin's neck. Jin doesn't flinch, but in the effort to stifle the reaction he traps air in his throat and coughs. Somehow, Yoko takes this as a cue to run his tongue over Jin's Adam's apple. It proves to be Jin's downfall at last.
Jin groans softly as Yoko's hand slides beneath his shirt, stroking the area beneath Jin's navel with unnecessary pressure. Jin's muscles twitch under Yoko's touch, triggering a chain of reflexive actions that end with his fingers tangled in Yoko's loosened tie. Jin tugs on the strip of black cloth, pulling Yoko in for a kiss, but Yoko resists.
"We're going to have fun," he slurs. "Didn't I ruin your night?"
Yoko plants on hand on Jin's right thigh and slides off the seat, recklessly shoving the table aside as he settles between Jin's legs.
Jin can do nothing but stare, especially when Yoko pulls open Jin's belt with two simple, quick movements and his fingers deftly unfasten the button that was hidden beneath it.
He drops his head back as Yoko--with surprising swiftness--frees Jin's erection and takes it between his lips.
Yoko's tie slips away from Jin's fingers, and Jin vaguely wonders when hostess clubs actually got entertaining.
You bet that was a cop-out ending. The damn hour ran out.