Miss
Title - Miss
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - R
Word Count - 994
Pairing - Gackt x Jon
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Jon is going to miss a lot of things, now that YFC is coming to an end
Notes - happy birthday for_th3_written Have a Jackt.
Jon knew he was going to miss this, now that YFC was turning from a full time job to only a part time gig.
Sure, he was looking forward to returning back to the day job with Fade, to developing all of those new lyrics and melodies racing around his head and to spending some proper time with the other members instead of just snatching a few moments for Skype calls. It seemed like forever since he’d had an actual conversation with the other guys in Fade and he had to admit that he had missed them.
But, as Jon relaxed back into the couch in the dressing room he was sharing with Gackt for the photo shoots they were finishing off, he knew that he’d miss just as many things about YFC.
Jon knew that he’d soon miss clowning around with U:zo, and Takumi’s way of making even the most boring interview amusing. He’d miss Shinya and his never ending road stories, You’s unending happiness and Chacha’s unlimited store of energy.
And Gackt? Jon knew there were dozens of things he’d miss about the other singer.
He’d miss those hours spent drinking and righting the wrongs of the world, he’d miss their lyrics discussions, the random knocks on his hotel room door at all hours of the night, the even more random phone calls and even the tough training sessions.
Jon closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the couch. Yes, there were lots of things he’d miss about Gackt.
Top of the list right now though, was how good Gackt’s lips felt wrapped around his cock.
Jon opened his eyes slightly and looked down. Gackt was kneeling between his legs with his YFC gloved hands gripping Jon’s thighs tightly. Gackt’s blonde hair was still styled and spiked as it had been for the photo shoot and seemed to be begging to be touched so Jon did exactly that, losing his fingertips in the product stiff locks and tugging at the roots slightly.
Gackt groaned in pleasure around his cock and it nearly made Jon’s hips shoot off the couch. Gackt’s grip on his thighs was firm, however, and Jon was held firmly in place.
The photo shoot had finished literally minutes earlier and when they’d returned to their dressing room, Gackt had decided to say goodbye in the way that only Gackt knew how - by pushing Jon down onto the couch, ripping his belt and pants open and shoving his hand into Jon’s underwear before Jon had even realised he was sitting down. Gackt hadn’t said anything, he’d simply stared down at Jon with his still heavily made up eyes, licked the gloss from his lips and sank down onto his knees as slowly as he could.
But that was Gackt. Always the showman and always demanding attention.
Gackt’s mouth was so hot and wet, his tongue so firm and teasing and the grip of his hands on Jon’s thighs as he massaged the muscle was both painful and delightful. The red jewels on Gackt’s gloves that spelt out “YFC” glistened under the strong lighting of the dressing room as Gackt continued to move his mouth along Jon’s length and Jon wanted nothing more than to remove those gloved hands from his thighs and thrust into the welcoming warmth of Gackt’s mouth.
But then Gackt was staring up at him, the tip of Jon’s cock still between his lips as his contact covered eyes pinned Jon in place.
Jon stroked Gackt’s cheek, and grunted in appreciation when Gackt took all of him back inside his mouth.
It had been a shock the first time Gackt had shoved him onto the floor of Gackt’s training room and all but ripped Jon’s shorts from his sweaty body. Jon had protested but Gackt hadn’t listened, not that Gackt ever did if someone disagreed with him, and Jon had soon found that he had no protest left anyway. It was hard to even think when Gackt’s naked body was pressing him down onto the hard wooden flooring.
This ‘friends with benefits’ relationship that had started that day in Gackt’s training room and carried on throughout the rest of the tour had been an unexpected bonus and something Jon knew he’d most definitely miss.
He’d miss the sound of Gackt’s beautiful voice groaning his name in bliss.
He’d miss the sight of Gackt’s sweat glistened body moving next to his.
He’d miss the feel of Gackt’s soft skin against his, his hot breath against his neck, Gackt’s body tightening around his cock, and Gackt moving inside him.
Gackt was so good at this too. He knew exactly what pressure was needed, exactly what spots were the most sensitive and had seemed to instinctively know exactly how Jon liked his cock sucked.
Jon would miss that talent, too.
As Jon’s back arched from the couch and his hips tried to move again, he also knew that he’d miss the way Gackt took it as a personal challenge to ensure that every time, he swallowed every drop.
By the time Jon had regained his senses, Gackt was on his feet and leaning against the make up counter as he reapplied his lip gloss.
Gackt turned around to face him. “Are you going to miss me?”
Jon stood up, not caring to re-fasten his pants, and walked over to Gackt, stopping just a few inches away from him. He stared down at Gackt with a smirk on his lips as his fingers deftly unbuckled Gackt’s belt. Gackt only smirked back when Jon unfastened his pants, and roughly pushed them down to his thighs.
Jon’s lips hovered over Gackt’s but didn’t touch. They were staring at each other, and Jon was happy to see Gackt’s eyes widen in pleasure when he took Gackt’s own neglected cock in hand. He’d miss those little involuntary reactions that Gackt always tried to hide.
“What do you think?” Jon asked
~owari
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - R
Word Count - 994
Pairing - Gackt x Jon
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Jon is going to miss a lot of things, now that YFC is coming to an end
Notes - happy birthday for_th3_written Have a Jackt.
Jon knew he was going to miss this, now that YFC was turning from a full time job to only a part time gig.
Sure, he was looking forward to returning back to the day job with Fade, to developing all of those new lyrics and melodies racing around his head and to spending some proper time with the other members instead of just snatching a few moments for Skype calls. It seemed like forever since he’d had an actual conversation with the other guys in Fade and he had to admit that he had missed them.
But, as Jon relaxed back into the couch in the dressing room he was sharing with Gackt for the photo shoots they were finishing off, he knew that he’d miss just as many things about YFC.
Jon knew that he’d soon miss clowning around with U:zo, and Takumi’s way of making even the most boring interview amusing. He’d miss Shinya and his never ending road stories, You’s unending happiness and Chacha’s unlimited store of energy.
And Gackt? Jon knew there were dozens of things he’d miss about the other singer.
He’d miss those hours spent drinking and righting the wrongs of the world, he’d miss their lyrics discussions, the random knocks on his hotel room door at all hours of the night, the even more random phone calls and even the tough training sessions.
Jon closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the couch. Yes, there were lots of things he’d miss about Gackt.
Top of the list right now though, was how good Gackt’s lips felt wrapped around his cock.
Jon opened his eyes slightly and looked down. Gackt was kneeling between his legs with his YFC gloved hands gripping Jon’s thighs tightly. Gackt’s blonde hair was still styled and spiked as it had been for the photo shoot and seemed to be begging to be touched so Jon did exactly that, losing his fingertips in the product stiff locks and tugging at the roots slightly.
Gackt groaned in pleasure around his cock and it nearly made Jon’s hips shoot off the couch. Gackt’s grip on his thighs was firm, however, and Jon was held firmly in place.
The photo shoot had finished literally minutes earlier and when they’d returned to their dressing room, Gackt had decided to say goodbye in the way that only Gackt knew how - by pushing Jon down onto the couch, ripping his belt and pants open and shoving his hand into Jon’s underwear before Jon had even realised he was sitting down. Gackt hadn’t said anything, he’d simply stared down at Jon with his still heavily made up eyes, licked the gloss from his lips and sank down onto his knees as slowly as he could.
But that was Gackt. Always the showman and always demanding attention.
Gackt’s mouth was so hot and wet, his tongue so firm and teasing and the grip of his hands on Jon’s thighs as he massaged the muscle was both painful and delightful. The red jewels on Gackt’s gloves that spelt out “YFC” glistened under the strong lighting of the dressing room as Gackt continued to move his mouth along Jon’s length and Jon wanted nothing more than to remove those gloved hands from his thighs and thrust into the welcoming warmth of Gackt’s mouth.
But then Gackt was staring up at him, the tip of Jon’s cock still between his lips as his contact covered eyes pinned Jon in place.
Jon stroked Gackt’s cheek, and grunted in appreciation when Gackt took all of him back inside his mouth.
It had been a shock the first time Gackt had shoved him onto the floor of Gackt’s training room and all but ripped Jon’s shorts from his sweaty body. Jon had protested but Gackt hadn’t listened, not that Gackt ever did if someone disagreed with him, and Jon had soon found that he had no protest left anyway. It was hard to even think when Gackt’s naked body was pressing him down onto the hard wooden flooring.
This ‘friends with benefits’ relationship that had started that day in Gackt’s training room and carried on throughout the rest of the tour had been an unexpected bonus and something Jon knew he’d most definitely miss.
He’d miss the sound of Gackt’s beautiful voice groaning his name in bliss.
He’d miss the sight of Gackt’s sweat glistened body moving next to his.
He’d miss the feel of Gackt’s soft skin against his, his hot breath against his neck, Gackt’s body tightening around his cock, and Gackt moving inside him.
Gackt was so good at this too. He knew exactly what pressure was needed, exactly what spots were the most sensitive and had seemed to instinctively know exactly how Jon liked his cock sucked.
Jon would miss that talent, too.
As Jon’s back arched from the couch and his hips tried to move again, he also knew that he’d miss the way Gackt took it as a personal challenge to ensure that every time, he swallowed every drop.
By the time Jon had regained his senses, Gackt was on his feet and leaning against the make up counter as he reapplied his lip gloss.
Gackt turned around to face him. “Are you going to miss me?”
Jon stood up, not caring to re-fasten his pants, and walked over to Gackt, stopping just a few inches away from him. He stared down at Gackt with a smirk on his lips as his fingers deftly unbuckled Gackt’s belt. Gackt only smirked back when Jon unfastened his pants, and roughly pushed them down to his thighs.
Jon’s lips hovered over Gackt’s but didn’t touch. They were staring at each other, and Jon was happy to see Gackt’s eyes widen in pleasure when he took Gackt’s own neglected cock in hand. He’d miss those little involuntary reactions that Gackt always tried to hide.
“What do you think?” Jon asked
~owari