December Challenge 18 - Early
Title - Early
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - NC-17
Word Count - 2,222
Pairing - Gackt x Jon, one sided Gackt x Takumi
Characters - Takumi, Gackt, Jon
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Takumi arrives at Gackt's house early, and is surprised by what he sees
Notes - shameless smut alert
It was the beginning of another promotion day for YFC. Gackt, Jon and Takumi had been racing around Tokyo for the last few days from TV studio, to photo studio and to radio studio at a rate that had sent the three of them dizzy. Takumi didn’t mind the hectic pace though as he enjoyed every second of the promotion. He was learning so much from doing this press with the singers, Gackt especially, and felt honoured that he’d been chosen to join them on their media blitz.
They were all meeting at Gackt’s house before starting out for their first appointment that day. Takumi had grown to love Gackt’s house, despite its strangeness, as it was just so uniquely Gackt. It was comfortable but daunting, and dark but welcoming and he made his way to the main living room as easily as if it was his own slightly more modest apartment.
He was early, he knew that. He didn’t need to be there for another thirty minutes, but Takumi thought he’d try and make a good impression by arriving early. Gackt would be awake, he had no doubt of that, and the number of staff milling around the hallways was only further proof of that. Sure, they’d probably have to wait those thirty minutes for Jon to arrive, but that was okay. Takumi could spend hours talking to Gackt about music.
Takumi reached the living room, opened the door and nearly fell over his feet.
Gackt was awake.
He was also lying naked on the table around which YFC had most of their meetings, his long legs dangling off the edges, and with an equally naked Jon stood between his thighs.
Gackt’s honeyed skin glistened underneath the artificial lighting that was constantly needed in the basement floors of the house, and Takumi could see a few beads of sweat clinging to the muscled curves of his chest. His flat stomach was rapidly rising and falling and Gackt’s arms were raised over his head, his wrists pinned to the wooden table by Jon’s firm hands.
Jon was hovering over Gackt, his lips and teeth pulling at the multiple rings that decorated Gackt’s ear as his hips moved rhythmically against Gackt. Takumi couldn’t see where their bodies joined as Gackt’s thick but smooth thighs were blocking his view, but that rhythm and the constant stream of grunts and groans that escaped both men were enough to make it obvious what was happening.
Takumi knew that he should leave. Neither man had noticed his arrival or heard his sharp intake of breath when he had realised what he was seeing. He could easily escape now and hide in the kitchen with Chef Izumi, or go to the office and speak to the staff for thirty minutes and then come back on time. Gackt and Jon would be dressed and composed and the whole incident could be forgotten and ignored.
But Takumi couldn’t make his feet move.
Gackt looked so perfectly decadent spread out on the table like that, his mouth hanging open, framed by his plush kiss bruised lips and his unnatural grey eyes fluttering shut whenever Jon thrust just right. Gackt’s back arched from the table and Takumi was captivated by the long flowing curves of Gackt’s body, and the muscles he could see shifting beneath his skin. There was no weakness or submission to be found in Gackt, just strength and desire for the man who still loomed over him.
Jon was captivating also. His usually smiling eyes were filled with a darkness Takumi had never seen in his friend before, and he could see the compact strength that Jon’s body contained whenever his biceps flexed because Gackt was trying to move his still pinned down wrists. Jon stopped tugging on Gackt’s earrings and instead began to shower Gackt’s face with kisses, his constantly moving hips ensuring he never kissed the same patch of skin twice in a row. Takumi watched as Jon kissed Gackt’s eyelids, licked his cheekbones and bit into the soft flesh of Gackt’s lower lip.
If Takumi was honest with himself, he’d been fighting against a crush on Gackt ever since he’d first met the singer in that recording studio and been stunned into silence when Gackt knew his name. He’d always thought it was a mixture of respect for Gackt as an artist, and a genuine liking for him as a person that caused his breath to quicken slightly whenever Gackt smiled at him. Simple admiration for an artist, and a simple, almost platonic crush.
But seeing Gackt like this, made Takumi realise that his crush was anything but innocent. Takumi found himself wondering what Gackt’s skin would taste like. How would Gackt look if he was sprawled out on the table before him, and not Jon? How would it feel to have Gackt’s strong arms and body pinned underneath him, or to be stood between Gackt’s spread thighs?
Jon was gorgeous too, no doubt about it. His body was sleek and smooth and glistened just as beautifully as Gackt’s did. There was just as much muscle on Jon’s frame, and the smirk on Jon’s lips as he stopped kissing Gackt’s face for a few moments and simply watched the other singer was dripping with confidence and sensuality.
Takumi, however, didn’t want to be laid out in front of Jon, and he knew it wasn’t just the reversal in the positions that made him feel that way.
Gackt turned his head to the side and a long and low growl escaped his throat, drawing Takumi’s thoughts back to the scene happening before him. Jon leaned down and licked the exposed column of Gackt’s neck, from collarbone to jaw line, as his hips continued their relentless movement. Gackt groaned again and his sleepy and unfocused eyes fluttered open.
Gackt’s fake grey eyes locked with Takumi’s.
Takumi flushed red and wanted to run away, but the force of Gackt’s eyes wouldn’t let him. He’d forgotten that he could be seen, that the ajar door he stood behind only sheltered part of him from Gackt and Jon’s view and that either of them could see him if they looked, just as easily as he could see them. His thoughts had been too focused on watching them to realise he could be watched back.
Gackt didn’t do anything. He didn’t say anything, didn’t change his expression… he didn’t even blink. He just stared at Takumi, until a well placed thrust from Jon made his eyes close again and a breathy sigh leave his lips. Gackt turned his head back to face Jon and Takumi watched in confusion as Gackt simply licked his lips and was rewarded with a kiss from Jon.
Gackt had seen him; Takumi had no doubt of that. There had been recognition in Gackt’s eyes as he’d looked at him - Gackt wasn’t just staring idly into space. But Gackt hadn’t said anything, hadn’t stopped Jon or ordered Takumi to leave.
Takumi didn’t know what to think, but was very glad that things were continuing.
Jon was nibbling Gackt’s ear again, and Takumi could just about hear that Jon was whispering something to Gackt in-between the bites and long sweeps of his tongue. He couldn’t hear the words, but he saw Gackt slowly nod in agreement.
Takumi watched as Jon released Gackt’s wrists and stepped away, his hands sweeping down Gackt’s body from his chest, to his stomach and finally down to his thighs before breaking the body contact fully. Gackt sat up and smiled slyly as he climbed down from the table. Gackt turned around so that he faced the table, placed his palms on the smooth surface and widened his stance slightly, the muscles in his thighs flexing as he straightened his legs.
Jon reached out and rubbed Gackt’s shoulder blades before dragging his hands down the centre of Gackt’s back until his fingers reached the soft but toned flesh of Gackt’s ass. Takumi’s breath caught in his throat not only at the way Jon roughly massaged and squeezed Gackt’s buttocks, but also at the self satisfied smirk that was present on Gackt’s lips. It was as if Gackt knew that Jon wouldn’t be able to resist touching him and Takumi knew that if he was in Jon’s position, he wouldn’t resist it either. His fingers were practically twitching at their desire to feel that smooth skin.
Jon pressed himself against Gackt’s back, the pale white skin of his chest rubbing against the golden honeyed skin of Gackt’s back. The fingers of Jon’s left hand roughly pinched Gackt’s left nipple, causing Gackt to hiss lightly in pain, but when Gackt did the same to his right nipple with his own hand, it was evident to Takumi that Gackt liked a bit of rough treatment.
Gackt’s hand fell from his chest and braced against the table again when Jon took his own cock in hand and guided himself back inside of Gackt. From this new position, Takumi could see everything. There were no thighs blocking his sight of where his band mates bodies joined, and he was fascinated by the sight of Jon’s hard cock entering Gackt, over and over again.
He was soon imaging it was him, stood behind Gackt in Jon’s place. That was his hand on Gackt’s hip, holding him steady. It was his mouth sucking on Gackt’s neck, not Jon’s. It was his cock that was causing Gackt to moan so loudly, and it was his name that Gackt was moaning.
Gackt leaned back and grabbed a handful of Jon’s hair, the back of his head coming to rest on the taller man’s shoulders. Jon’s hands wandered down Gackt’s chest again, brushing past his nipples and his sharp hips until they reached Gackt’s erect cock. Jon’s hips stilled, but he remained inside Gackt, as his hands began to tease. Gackt’s eyes were shut again and his mouth was parted enough for his brilliant white teeth to be seen as he started to rock his hips into Jon’s hands, eager to be touched.
An unexpected sharp snap of Jon’s hips made Gackt growl and pull Jon’s hair so hard that even Takumi felt it.
Jon set a fast pace after that, one arm wrapped around Gackt’s waist to keep him steady and the other stroking Gackt’s cock in time with his thrusts. Gackt was biting his lip, his teeth sinking into the flesh while he kept his one hand wrapped in Jon’s hair.
Takumi could tell from the increase in volume of the moans he could hear that both men were getting close to reaching their peak. Neither vocalist was quiet, although really Takumi knew he should have expected nothing less from them, and the guitarist couldn’t decide if it was the visual or audio that was making his blood pump so quickly. To hear Gackt’s usually very calm, composed and controlled voice on the verge of breaking was almost too much.
He was both relieved and disappointed that things were coming to an end. Relieved, because it meant that he could finally break away from the spell he was under and put as much distance between himself and the singers as possible. He hated himself for staying and watching such an intimate moment between the pair, and he didn’t even want to consider why Gackt had seen him and allowed him to stay.
But, he was also disappointed because the scene before him was simply too delicious.
Takumi had been so lost in his thoughts, and his eyes so focused on watching Jon thrust inside of Gackt, that he didn’t notice that Gackt was staring at him again until a few seconds later. There was no question in his mind that Gackt knew he was there, and had purposely searched him out again.
Then Takumi realised… Gackt was getting off on being watched. Gackt’s exhibitionist tendencies were no secret, but Takumi was shocked to realise that they ran so deep that Gackt would even want to be watched while having sex.
He wondered how Jon would feel about it all.
Takumi didn’t have much time to wonder as Gackt’s eyes slipped closed again. Seconds later, a low and breathy growl that Takumi knew he’d hear in his dreams escaped Gackt’s throat as he came over Jon’s hand and then slumped forward onto the table as the pleasure raced through his tired and shaking body. Jon still had his arm around Gackt’s waist, but he let the other singer fall forward, pausing in his thrusts for a only a few seconds before continuing on.
Takumi didn’t want to stay any longer. He didn’t want to see how Gackt and Jon would interact now that the sex was finishing. He didn’t want to see any loving touches or looks, so instead he softly pulled the door closed and slowly walked down the hallway, as he tried to get his breathing back under control.
That mental image of Gackt, strong, naked, hard and oh so beautiful as he was being taken from behind was burnt into Takumi’s brain. He didn’t know how he was going to face Gackt later, especially as Gackt knew he had been there, but it wasn’t an image he was willing to give up.
He needed a drink. And then a cold shower.
~owari
Notes
1) This was supposed to be posted later in the Advent, but I finished it and have nothing else so you're getting it early...
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - NC-17
Word Count - 2,222
Pairing - Gackt x Jon, one sided Gackt x Takumi
Characters - Takumi, Gackt, Jon
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Takumi arrives at Gackt's house early, and is surprised by what he sees
Notes - shameless smut alert
It was the beginning of another promotion day for YFC. Gackt, Jon and Takumi had been racing around Tokyo for the last few days from TV studio, to photo studio and to radio studio at a rate that had sent the three of them dizzy. Takumi didn’t mind the hectic pace though as he enjoyed every second of the promotion. He was learning so much from doing this press with the singers, Gackt especially, and felt honoured that he’d been chosen to join them on their media blitz.
They were all meeting at Gackt’s house before starting out for their first appointment that day. Takumi had grown to love Gackt’s house, despite its strangeness, as it was just so uniquely Gackt. It was comfortable but daunting, and dark but welcoming and he made his way to the main living room as easily as if it was his own slightly more modest apartment.
He was early, he knew that. He didn’t need to be there for another thirty minutes, but Takumi thought he’d try and make a good impression by arriving early. Gackt would be awake, he had no doubt of that, and the number of staff milling around the hallways was only further proof of that. Sure, they’d probably have to wait those thirty minutes for Jon to arrive, but that was okay. Takumi could spend hours talking to Gackt about music.
Takumi reached the living room, opened the door and nearly fell over his feet.
Gackt was awake.
He was also lying naked on the table around which YFC had most of their meetings, his long legs dangling off the edges, and with an equally naked Jon stood between his thighs.
Gackt’s honeyed skin glistened underneath the artificial lighting that was constantly needed in the basement floors of the house, and Takumi could see a few beads of sweat clinging to the muscled curves of his chest. His flat stomach was rapidly rising and falling and Gackt’s arms were raised over his head, his wrists pinned to the wooden table by Jon’s firm hands.
Jon was hovering over Gackt, his lips and teeth pulling at the multiple rings that decorated Gackt’s ear as his hips moved rhythmically against Gackt. Takumi couldn’t see where their bodies joined as Gackt’s thick but smooth thighs were blocking his view, but that rhythm and the constant stream of grunts and groans that escaped both men were enough to make it obvious what was happening.
Takumi knew that he should leave. Neither man had noticed his arrival or heard his sharp intake of breath when he had realised what he was seeing. He could easily escape now and hide in the kitchen with Chef Izumi, or go to the office and speak to the staff for thirty minutes and then come back on time. Gackt and Jon would be dressed and composed and the whole incident could be forgotten and ignored.
But Takumi couldn’t make his feet move.
Gackt looked so perfectly decadent spread out on the table like that, his mouth hanging open, framed by his plush kiss bruised lips and his unnatural grey eyes fluttering shut whenever Jon thrust just right. Gackt’s back arched from the table and Takumi was captivated by the long flowing curves of Gackt’s body, and the muscles he could see shifting beneath his skin. There was no weakness or submission to be found in Gackt, just strength and desire for the man who still loomed over him.
Jon was captivating also. His usually smiling eyes were filled with a darkness Takumi had never seen in his friend before, and he could see the compact strength that Jon’s body contained whenever his biceps flexed because Gackt was trying to move his still pinned down wrists. Jon stopped tugging on Gackt’s earrings and instead began to shower Gackt’s face with kisses, his constantly moving hips ensuring he never kissed the same patch of skin twice in a row. Takumi watched as Jon kissed Gackt’s eyelids, licked his cheekbones and bit into the soft flesh of Gackt’s lower lip.
If Takumi was honest with himself, he’d been fighting against a crush on Gackt ever since he’d first met the singer in that recording studio and been stunned into silence when Gackt knew his name. He’d always thought it was a mixture of respect for Gackt as an artist, and a genuine liking for him as a person that caused his breath to quicken slightly whenever Gackt smiled at him. Simple admiration for an artist, and a simple, almost platonic crush.
But seeing Gackt like this, made Takumi realise that his crush was anything but innocent. Takumi found himself wondering what Gackt’s skin would taste like. How would Gackt look if he was sprawled out on the table before him, and not Jon? How would it feel to have Gackt’s strong arms and body pinned underneath him, or to be stood between Gackt’s spread thighs?
Jon was gorgeous too, no doubt about it. His body was sleek and smooth and glistened just as beautifully as Gackt’s did. There was just as much muscle on Jon’s frame, and the smirk on Jon’s lips as he stopped kissing Gackt’s face for a few moments and simply watched the other singer was dripping with confidence and sensuality.
Takumi, however, didn’t want to be laid out in front of Jon, and he knew it wasn’t just the reversal in the positions that made him feel that way.
Gackt turned his head to the side and a long and low growl escaped his throat, drawing Takumi’s thoughts back to the scene happening before him. Jon leaned down and licked the exposed column of Gackt’s neck, from collarbone to jaw line, as his hips continued their relentless movement. Gackt groaned again and his sleepy and unfocused eyes fluttered open.
Gackt’s fake grey eyes locked with Takumi’s.
Takumi flushed red and wanted to run away, but the force of Gackt’s eyes wouldn’t let him. He’d forgotten that he could be seen, that the ajar door he stood behind only sheltered part of him from Gackt and Jon’s view and that either of them could see him if they looked, just as easily as he could see them. His thoughts had been too focused on watching them to realise he could be watched back.
Gackt didn’t do anything. He didn’t say anything, didn’t change his expression… he didn’t even blink. He just stared at Takumi, until a well placed thrust from Jon made his eyes close again and a breathy sigh leave his lips. Gackt turned his head back to face Jon and Takumi watched in confusion as Gackt simply licked his lips and was rewarded with a kiss from Jon.
Gackt had seen him; Takumi had no doubt of that. There had been recognition in Gackt’s eyes as he’d looked at him - Gackt wasn’t just staring idly into space. But Gackt hadn’t said anything, hadn’t stopped Jon or ordered Takumi to leave.
Takumi didn’t know what to think, but was very glad that things were continuing.
Jon was nibbling Gackt’s ear again, and Takumi could just about hear that Jon was whispering something to Gackt in-between the bites and long sweeps of his tongue. He couldn’t hear the words, but he saw Gackt slowly nod in agreement.
Takumi watched as Jon released Gackt’s wrists and stepped away, his hands sweeping down Gackt’s body from his chest, to his stomach and finally down to his thighs before breaking the body contact fully. Gackt sat up and smiled slyly as he climbed down from the table. Gackt turned around so that he faced the table, placed his palms on the smooth surface and widened his stance slightly, the muscles in his thighs flexing as he straightened his legs.
Jon reached out and rubbed Gackt’s shoulder blades before dragging his hands down the centre of Gackt’s back until his fingers reached the soft but toned flesh of Gackt’s ass. Takumi’s breath caught in his throat not only at the way Jon roughly massaged and squeezed Gackt’s buttocks, but also at the self satisfied smirk that was present on Gackt’s lips. It was as if Gackt knew that Jon wouldn’t be able to resist touching him and Takumi knew that if he was in Jon’s position, he wouldn’t resist it either. His fingers were practically twitching at their desire to feel that smooth skin.
Jon pressed himself against Gackt’s back, the pale white skin of his chest rubbing against the golden honeyed skin of Gackt’s back. The fingers of Jon’s left hand roughly pinched Gackt’s left nipple, causing Gackt to hiss lightly in pain, but when Gackt did the same to his right nipple with his own hand, it was evident to Takumi that Gackt liked a bit of rough treatment.
Gackt’s hand fell from his chest and braced against the table again when Jon took his own cock in hand and guided himself back inside of Gackt. From this new position, Takumi could see everything. There were no thighs blocking his sight of where his band mates bodies joined, and he was fascinated by the sight of Jon’s hard cock entering Gackt, over and over again.
He was soon imaging it was him, stood behind Gackt in Jon’s place. That was his hand on Gackt’s hip, holding him steady. It was his mouth sucking on Gackt’s neck, not Jon’s. It was his cock that was causing Gackt to moan so loudly, and it was his name that Gackt was moaning.
Gackt leaned back and grabbed a handful of Jon’s hair, the back of his head coming to rest on the taller man’s shoulders. Jon’s hands wandered down Gackt’s chest again, brushing past his nipples and his sharp hips until they reached Gackt’s erect cock. Jon’s hips stilled, but he remained inside Gackt, as his hands began to tease. Gackt’s eyes were shut again and his mouth was parted enough for his brilliant white teeth to be seen as he started to rock his hips into Jon’s hands, eager to be touched.
An unexpected sharp snap of Jon’s hips made Gackt growl and pull Jon’s hair so hard that even Takumi felt it.
Jon set a fast pace after that, one arm wrapped around Gackt’s waist to keep him steady and the other stroking Gackt’s cock in time with his thrusts. Gackt was biting his lip, his teeth sinking into the flesh while he kept his one hand wrapped in Jon’s hair.
Takumi could tell from the increase in volume of the moans he could hear that both men were getting close to reaching their peak. Neither vocalist was quiet, although really Takumi knew he should have expected nothing less from them, and the guitarist couldn’t decide if it was the visual or audio that was making his blood pump so quickly. To hear Gackt’s usually very calm, composed and controlled voice on the verge of breaking was almost too much.
He was both relieved and disappointed that things were coming to an end. Relieved, because it meant that he could finally break away from the spell he was under and put as much distance between himself and the singers as possible. He hated himself for staying and watching such an intimate moment between the pair, and he didn’t even want to consider why Gackt had seen him and allowed him to stay.
But, he was also disappointed because the scene before him was simply too delicious.
Takumi had been so lost in his thoughts, and his eyes so focused on watching Jon thrust inside of Gackt, that he didn’t notice that Gackt was staring at him again until a few seconds later. There was no question in his mind that Gackt knew he was there, and had purposely searched him out again.
Then Takumi realised… Gackt was getting off on being watched. Gackt’s exhibitionist tendencies were no secret, but Takumi was shocked to realise that they ran so deep that Gackt would even want to be watched while having sex.
He wondered how Jon would feel about it all.
Takumi didn’t have much time to wonder as Gackt’s eyes slipped closed again. Seconds later, a low and breathy growl that Takumi knew he’d hear in his dreams escaped Gackt’s throat as he came over Jon’s hand and then slumped forward onto the table as the pleasure raced through his tired and shaking body. Jon still had his arm around Gackt’s waist, but he let the other singer fall forward, pausing in his thrusts for a only a few seconds before continuing on.
Takumi didn’t want to stay any longer. He didn’t want to see how Gackt and Jon would interact now that the sex was finishing. He didn’t want to see any loving touches or looks, so instead he softly pulled the door closed and slowly walked down the hallway, as he tried to get his breathing back under control.
That mental image of Gackt, strong, naked, hard and oh so beautiful as he was being taken from behind was burnt into Takumi’s brain. He didn’t know how he was going to face Gackt later, especially as Gackt knew he had been there, but it wasn’t an image he was willing to give up.
He needed a drink. And then a cold shower.
~owari
Notes
1) This was supposed to be posted later in the Advent, but I finished it and have nothing else so you're getting it early...