Fanfic: Cake

[yume16]

Title: Cake
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: The plot is mine...but not the boys *sob*
Beta: my beta was tired^^
Pairing(s): Hirosuke
Rating: NC-17
Genre: good question...
Warnings: indecent use of food.
Summary: Giving someone a birthday present can be tough sometimes...and give not only the birthday boy a surprise.
Author Notes: This is for our sleepy-head aka Kitayama Hiromitsu. I would have posted this earlier on his birthday, but my Internet was so bad I couldn't log in. I am so sorry for being late. I also wrote this in the spurt of the moment when I realized that his birthday was actually on the 17th.



Cake

“Hey, Kitayama.“ The other was walking down the corridor towards the dressing room. The filming was over…it would probably be the last time for them to be ever on set together.

The older one turned towards him when he heard his voice and almost didn’t catch the packet he threw at him.

“What the…”

“Your present.” Fujigaya said and crossed his arms. Okay yes, he maybe should have given it the other when everyone else had. When they had given him his cake and congratulated him, but damn, that would have been embarrassing. The looks he had received when having nothing for his band mate had been humiliating…because seriously, who wanted to look that ignorant and heartless especially because everyone knew Kitayama had given him something for his birthday. But that was still better…

“I don’t really get you.” Kitayama said as he turned his present in his hands.

“No one ever said you have to.” Fujigaya said and lifted definitely his chin.

“If you got something for me, you should have just given it to me then. Everyone thinks you are an awful band mate.”

“Whatever.” That did not hurt just now, no it didn’t! Damn it…but he chose to do it like that himself. He had actually spent hours thinking about this matter. It was the best this way…and by the way, Kitayama was an ass for rubbing it in like that.

“If you don’t want it, give it back to me.” He reached out for the not that pretty looking present, but Kitayama pulled it out of his reach.

“You could at least have wrapped it nicely.” The other said as he started to unwrap it. He ground his teeth and told himself to stay calm. Kitayama had no idea through which hell he had went to wrap it…Okay, normal people didn’t manage to wrap sticky tape around their hands and got it stuck in their hair, but he was not normal anyway. He was an idol.

“I could have stuck it into a trash bag for all I care, would have saved me a lot of trouble…so deal with it.”

“If your fans knew how charming you are…” The other grumbled and finally managed to unwrap his present. Surprised, he looked at the baking book he had received.

“Since you are a food-addict, I figured it is fitting.” Fujigaya watched his feet…even though it was not all that amazing to watch them stand on the ground unmoving. But damn…this might look like a present that was not randomly chosen…and that was what he had wanted to give the other. Something uncreative, which did not at all look like he had spent sleepless nights over it. Everything he had come up with…had seemed to be too thoughtful. Why again had he settled on this? Oh yeah, everyone knew he liked food…though, a coupon for food might have been better then. Oh sh*t, why did he have this idea only now?

“Did you talk with Nikaido?” The other suddenly asked.

“Eh?”
”I wanted to get one…”

His jaw almost hit the ground. Had he actually hit the jackpot with his ridiculous present?

“You wanted one?” He said tonelessly and the other nodded.

Was that even possible?

“You don’t have to be nice, you know?”

He got an eye roll in return.

“If your present was crappy I would tell you…why is the back covered in flour though?” Kitayama looked incredulously at the book and he cringed. By now he had already planned on letting the other ‘thingy’ disappear, but now…

“That’s because…uhm.” He was going to die because of embarrassment and it was Kitayama’s entire fault.

“How should I know?” Fujigaya said pert and turned on his heels.

“Hey!”

“What?” He turned around and tried to look annoyed…because all he wanted was to disappear, please, or for the ground to swallow him.

“What’s this?”

No…he did not…do this, did he? He had turned around, without pulling the ‘thingy’ he wanted to hide behind his back in front of himself…therefore, Kitayama had seen it when he had turned.

“None of your concern.”

“There is a wrongly tried ribbon on top of it.”

“It’s not wrongly tied!”

“Well, alright then. It’s crippled.”

“You…” He growled.

“Is it someone else birthday? Or is this also for me?” The other’s smile was so smug he would do a lot to wipe it off his lips.

“Yes, there is someone else. You are not getting the cake!”

He realized he had said the wrong thing, when Kitayama looked at the flour on the book, at the cake in his hand and than surprised at him.

“You made this for me, didn’t you?” Well, one thing was for certain. The other wasn’t looking smug anymore, but rather flabbergasted.

“No...yes…maybe…who cares anyway?” He grumbled and tugged at the ribbon…not that it helped any.

“Are you actually a cute guy?” Kitayama’s voice was suddenly much closer than it used to be some minutes ago and Fujigaya had more than one trouble at once.

He couldn’t decided whether he should snap at the other because his voice sounded entirely too surprised for his taste, or whether he should concentrate on not feeling anymore embarrassed than he already did or bringing a safe distance between them because Kitayama’s face was too close for his comfort.

“Give me some space!” The last option seemed to be the most important after all. The other lifted an eyebrow.

“It’s not like I am having cooties, you know?”

“It’s just…here.” He saved himself with shoving the cake into the other’s face and the way the other’s eyes were glued to the box made him sigh in relief. Now was the time to flee.

Fujigaya didn’t get far though as the other grabbed him by the back of his collar and as short as Kitayama was, he was still the strongest member in their group.

“Where do you think you are going? I am demanding for you to sing for me. Just earlier you ducked out of everything.”

“You are a real sadist…”

The lopsided grin of the other told him that Kitayama knew just how difficult this was for him.

“I am all ears…and don’t even try to tell me you can’t sing.”
”Kitayama…is that really necessary? I did sing.” Seriously, why did he have to do this?

“I know you didn’t. I know your voice probably better than you yourself.”

He sent the other a glare that normally even made his brothers shake in fear, but Kitayama stood his ground and if he was not mistaken, his mouth even twitched amused.

Grumbling, he started to sing, but because singing badly was against his principles his voice soon rang clear through the empty corridor.

When he was done he looked at the other challenging, but to his surprise Kitayama was smiling at him. The smile he normally showed when Miyata did something very Miyata-like or really any of the members did something that was particularly like them. He blinked. Did he just now do something that was very much like him?

“What?”

“You actually did it. I am surprised…pleasantly. You have your moments, don’t you?”

“Are you complimenting or insulting me?” He asked dryly, but instead of giving him an answer Kitayama opened the box and stole a glance into it.

“It’s actually looking good.”

“Okay, you are insulting me…”

“I am being mean, aren’t I?”

That guy had some guts to ask him that…

“You forgot the plates.”

“Wha…oh. Well, eat it later than. You had enough cake anyway, didn’t you?”

“There is always space for food.” Kitayama shrugged his shoulders and he looked incredulously at the other. How Kitayama wasn’t as broad as tall was a total mystery to him by the amount of food he stuffed his face with daily…and it was not like he had to get that thick as other people to reach that goal to begin with.

“There should be still some plates…”

“I think you still owe me since you not even once wore my birthday present. The jogging suit, remember?”

“It’s purple.” Probably not the best argument since his colour was pink, but like hell he was going to admit that this incredible comfortable thing got immediately put on the second he entered his room and it was a disaster when it was in the washing machine when he got home. By now, his brothers weren’t even snorting slash hiding their laughter anymore. His only saving grace was that none of his band members had ever seen him in it. Not even Yokoo.

“You love pink.” Kitayama deadpanned.

“Okay, what do you want?” It couldn’t get any worse anyway, could it?

“You…are going to be my plate.”

“Me?” By now he was wondering about the other’s sanity.

“Yeah.” Kitayama tucked the book under his arm, took the box in one hand and dragged him towards the dressing room they ‘shared’. Not that they had ever been inside it together for more than five minutes.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean exactly what I said.” Kitayama put the book and the box down and locked the door behind them.

“Now strip.”

“What?!” His eyes had to pop out of their socks.

“Yeah, or did you ever see a dressed plate?” Kitayama’s logic was always disarming. “Oh come on, you have nothing I’ve never seen before. Don’t stand there like some virgin. We both know that would be a bad joke.”

“Just wait till it’s my birthday again…I’ll make you suffer.” Kitayama smiled mildly when he heard his threat and Fujigaya concentrated on getting his shirt over his head…but somehow it had suddenly gotten tighter and he didn’t get it off.”

“Clumsy…” Kitayama said as he freed him.

“I am not clumsy…the shirt is just…”

“Yeah, yeah, I guess I am going to take care of the rest then.”

“I need to take off my pants, too?”
”Plates don’t wear pants either.” With that the other stripped him off his clothes completely and he couldn’t get rid of the idea that he might be dreaming and that all this was not real. The whole situation was so unbelievable that it couldn’t happen to any sane or awake person. He better be asleep…he liked to think of himself as sane after all.

Too caught up in his thoughts, he gasped surprised when he got shoved and landed on the couch that was thankfully standing behind him.

“This is not real…?” He asked as he looked at his discharged clothes and his socks followed right after his shoes.

“Think whatever makes you comfortable.” Kitayama said as he got out his phone.

“What are you doing?”
”I need proof or no one is ever going to believe this.”
”What?” He already wanted to scramble for his clothes.

“Not you, the cake, idiot.”

Kitayama put his phone away and came towards him with the cake.

“There better not be any proof of me as living plate ever.”

“Then be silent.”

Before he could ponder the other’s words, Kitayama dipped his index finger and middle finger into the cream and smeared it over his chest. He shuddered. Not that long ago he had hid the cake in a fridge.

“You are serious…”
Kitayama rolled his eyes before he leaned forward and followed the trace he had left with his fingers with his tongue.

Fujigaya banged his head surprised against the armrest.

“Shhh, careful.”

Kitayama was one to talk. He was not the one serving as a living plate.

This was so not happening to him, he thought as Kitayama kept smearing generous amounts of cake on his body and licked it off right after. A hand on the back of his head prevented him from banging it again, but he couldn’t help but arch off the couch.

He jerked when Kitayama dipped his tongue into his navel.

“It tastes good.” The other said as if mindlessly and he groaned and his hip jerked involuntarily.

“Be patient.” Kitayama whispered before he licked along his abs and his muscles were pulled so tight, he was shaking. Playfully, a tongue flicked against his left nipple and he couldn’t hold back anymore, he buried his hands in the other’s perfectly styled hair. Kitayama hummed in reply and sucked his collarbone clean.

“Don’t leave any marks.”

“Nowhere anyone should be able to see.” Was his only reply and he tugged at the dark strands between his fingers warningly, but he got distracted when two fingers covered in cream, smeared some over his lips.

Was the other going to…but the fingers returned with more cream.

“Open up.” The second Fujigaya did, he tasted the sweetness on his tongue and he automatically sucked at the digits. This had to look so wrong…Kitayama had to think along the same lines because the other moaned and the older one shouldn’t look all that sexy with his dark eyes and slightly parted lips as he watched him.

The next second Kitayama licked along his neck, jawline and ear even though there was no cream.

“Keep sucking…” It was only a silent whisper against his skin and even if Fujigaya had not wanted to obey the other, he couldn’t. His body was extremely sensitive because of the coldness of the cream and the teasing lips and tongue, that he needed something to distract himself with. A hand wandered down his side and he gasped around the fingers in his mouth. He was feeling so hot and Kitayama was such a tease. His body felt like it was melting and to his utter annoyance he was leaning in every little touch like an attention seeking lover. Urgh, the thought made something twist in his stomach…not that the stupid butterflies were already enough.

There was coldness on his hip and thighs and he shivered excited. He wanted Kitayama’s mouth there. He wanted it so badly that he was almost ready to beg…he, Kitayama of all people.

“Kitayama…”

“Hmm…” A teasing tongue swiped over his nipple and he had trouble to concentrate. The only thing that kept him from trashing, was that he might push Kitayama away that way…and that was seriously the least he wanted.

He tightened his grip on Kitayama’s hair and tried to push his head downwards.

“You are impatient.” The other only let him push his head down slowly and along his way, he licked down his chest.

“The cream is going to drop off.” Fujigaya pressed out and threw his head back when Kitayama tongued a sensitive spot. A pillow was where the other’s hand had been earlier…and he was thankful for it and he was surprised how thoughtful the other actually was.

It was impossible to keep still anymore. He squirmed under Kitayama’s touch because the older one's hands weren’t keeping still anymore either. It was mind-blowing and it felt like Kitayama knew exactly what he did…could tell what he liked and knew his body better than he himself.

“More…” This counted as begging, didn’t it?

The other licked and sucked at his hip and thighs and he tried to give him a ‘subtle hint’ as he jerked his hip again and even spread his legs a little.

Kitayama immediately pushed them close again.

“Jesus, not here.” His voice sounded hoarse and Fujigaya moaned as it felt like the syllables were tickling over his skin. Never had he felt the other’s presence that intensive.

When something cool dripped on his member he let out a desperate noise. He was so hard. He had tried not to think about it, but it was impossible to be not erect when Kitayama literally ate him up.

“Tell me Fujigaya…should I cover you in cake down here some more?” The other tried to speak in an innocent voice, but he could hear how strained it was. Kitayama was feeling a rush from this, he could feel it.

“Only if you clean me up again.” He opened his eyes and looked down at the other. Kitayama was kneeling next to his hip on the floor with his hands placed securely on his body. The older one's cheeks were red from excitement and his eyes were twinkling deviously at him.

“I guess I can do that.”

There wasn’t much left of his cake. He had no idea when, but Kitayama had also eaten quite some of the dough.

“Oh my…” He closed his eyes again when the other practically lubed his member with the rests of the frosting, but they snapped open again when he was engulfed by a hot mouth. Before he could ponder the thought that it was useful after all that Kitayama was used to having his mouth full, he resigned to his fate and tangled his hands in the other’s hair again. Kitayama’s plump lips stretched around his member made him say goodbye to his sanity. His body was moving on its own, arching in every little touch, pulling Kitayama the closest possible and bucking his hip.

The noises Kitayama were making weren’t helping and soon all he knew was that he needed to come.

The other swallowed around his member and then sucked him just right. He had not even enough mind to warn him.

Kitayama didn’t seem to mind too much and sucked him right through his orgasm.

He got lax when the other had really gotten the last drop. Kitayama moved up his body and nuzzled his neck before he kissed him. Fujigaya's mouth was still open because he had breathed through his mouth to get enough oxygen and he got to taste the strange mixture in Kitayama’s mouth.

Sweet and bitter at the same time…weird, but he wasn’t going to complain. Kitayama knew what he was doing in his mouth with his tongue and soon he had to push the other away. Not because he was in need for air, but because he was starting to feel hot again.

“Stop…I…”
”I should give you a break, huh?”

“Yeah…”

Kitayama hummed contently and slipped down from him and then pushed him a little to the side so that he could sit on the edge of the couch.

There was a lazy hand cleaning him up and then caressing his hipbone and it hit him that this was actually an extremely weird situation and all this shouldn’t feel that comfortable.

“What are we doing?” He stammered and there was a lazy smile on Kitayama’s lips that slightly made his heart flutter. A feeling that was worrying him, but was not all that new to him either.

“I only gave you what you wanted for years. That’s all.” Kitayama said nonchalantly and he gaped openly at him.

“Don’t look that scandalized. You already circled me on the Misaki Number One set. I only didn’t get it. I finally caught up with you when you did it again during BeginnerS! I actually wanted to make you suffer some more when I thought you didn’t get me a present. You don’t need to hide your feelings that desperately to the extent of making people wonder about you.”

“I am not in love with you!”

“You sure?”

There was again the smugness in Kitayama’s face and the grin on his lips got only broader, when he moved his hand down his thigh and he trembled.

“No, I don’t.”
Suddenly, Kitayama looked at him with a worried frown.

“Don’t tell me you never did what we did just now with a person you love? Your reactions speak for themselves.”

“I just was aroused.”

“It doesn’t irk you that you gave in to me that easily and let me do this? There is also no need for me to be really close to you as long as I satisfy you, is there?”

Kitayama was touching there a topic he had been bothered by as well. He had wanted the other the closest possible. There was no doubt about that matter. This thing was rather confusing. And well, he really did like to play hard to get. He might have forgotten about that little fact and given in too easily.

“One day you are going to understand.” Kitayama leaned forward and he scolded his body for being that welcoming as the other kissed him.

“You love me.” Kitayama whispered against his lips.

“No, you love me.” Fujigaya looked at the other challenging. It had been Kitayama after all who had made a move on him…without really getting anything in return. He was the only one who had gotten satisfied.

“We’ll see who is going to admit it first.” With that he got pulled up in a sitting position. “But for now you should get dressed again. I’ll have later enough time to undress you again.”

“What?” There was going to be a repetition of this? He should get himself checked up, because there was this fluttering in his chest again.

“Of course, there is a lot of food in my fridge that would look good on you…and I still need to take up the offer you made earlier, but that really belongs behind private walls, don’t you think so?”

He pushed the other away and got up and grabbed his clothes. There was no need for Kitayama to remind him of that moment. It was damn embarrassing.

When Fujigaya wanted to put on his underwear, he looked at his thigh in disbelieve.

“You gave me a hicky in the form of a heart?” How the hell did Kitayama get the idea to do this…and an even more interesting question was how he had managed to do it? It did look slightly crippled, but it was without a doubt a heart.

“Maybe it helps you.”
”With what?”

“That you have to figure out yourself.”

“You are a real pain…”

After he had put on his shirt as last piece, Kitayama got up and buttoned one button and straightened his collar for him.

“Feeling okay?”

“I think I should get a check up…” He rubbed his chest. Just now the fluttering had gotten worse.

“If you don’t want to get laughed at, you better let it be. I promise it is not life threatening.”

“How should you know?”

The other sighed and shook his head.

“So far all my friends survived it.”

Fujigaya frowned. He couldn’t get rid of the feeling that the other was making fun of him and not taking him seriously.

“But it really feels strange.”

“Oh Taisuke…I can’t believe you never experienced it.”

“Experienced what?”

“For someone who is always that fast and sharp-tongued, you are quite obvious to certain things.”
”Hey, stop talking like you are looking down at me.” He growled.

“Yeah well excuse me, I already hinted it at it more than obviously.” The other crossed his arms defiantly.

“It’s not my problem if you can’t get it out properly.”

“I am the one who doesn’t get it out properly? Are you frigging kidding me?”

“No, I am not! You are being an ass and only saying confusing things.”

“Oh piss off Fujigaya. I am not going to help you figure it out anymore. Keep struggling with it yourself.”

“There you go talking almighty as if you knew everything.”
”I know everything. You are just being too proud to admit it to yourself.”

“I am not!”

“Oh please! Are you seriously telling me here that you are that easy? There was no resistance from your side at all.”

“I was short taken.”

Suddenly, Kitayama was in his face and growled at him.

“Don’t you dare say this again.”

He blinked. The other looked really mad all of a sudden.

“You were willing, don’t deny it.” There was something in Kitayama’s eyes that made him feel quite guilty.

Leaning forward, he did what came to his mind first to solve the situation. Kitayama looked dumbstruck after he had kissed him square on the mouth. The triumph at being the reason for this look made him grin and he skipped out of the room.

“The food better be good.” Fujigaya called over his shoulder before he could stop his mouth and he only regretted it a little. Being close to Kitayama was damn confusing after all.

That guy was plain weird.

“You have quite a nice voice.” Gouriki Ayame greeted him and he froze on the spot.

He had been too loud and she had heard him. It was Kitayama’s entire fault. Sex at work was an unspoken taboo.

“It’s not what you think it was.” Fujigaya said and bit the inside of his cheek. If she heard, other people surely had heard as well.

“You were quite passionate though.”

“That’s not true…Kitayama just…”

“I know you actually like him.”

“No!” Oh, he was so doomed. Johnny was going to skin him alive…no worse. Ban him from stage, make him clean the dressing rooms, beg on his knees for forgiveness and dress him up as some weird animal. No, he didn’t want to! He had seen enough people do this. Kitayama was so going to get it later.

“Why are you so desperately hiding it?”
She had no idea what for a shameful and painful death his reputation was going to have.

“Please, don’t tell anyone about this.”

“Your singing was so nice though…”

“My singing?”

He heard a badly hidden laugh behind himself and when he turned he saw the amusement dancing in Kitayama’s eyes.

“Let’s help him hide how nice he actually is.” The other said as he slung his arm around his shoulder loosely and grinned widely.

“Okay…if that’s what he wants.”

“Fuck my life…”

“I take rather you than your life.” Was Kitayama’s whispered reply and he jabbed his elbow in his side.

“Shut up.”