Fanfic: Lights Out
Title: Lights Out
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: If the boys were mine they would be married. Obviously, they are not *duhhhhh*
Beta: blursakana
Pairing(s): Kitafuji
Rating: NC-17
Genre: slight humour
Warnings: The rating I suppose
Summary: Fujigaya is tense...and Yokoo should do something about it.
Author Notes: Happy greetings from the sea. I am enjoying my holidays and I am so lucky to even have Interent. This was written for the Anon Kink meme some time ago. It has been posted already but I wanted to post it in my journal, too.
Lights Out
Fujigaya pulls up the covers and buries his nose in his pillow.
Where is Wataru? They are on concert tour and usually the other is at such a late hour in their shared room. Practice was tough and he hopes the other returns soon so that he could pout the other into fucking the tension out of him. Otherwise he will be really tensed up tomorrow…and maybe in a crappy mood.
His eyes slip close again and again no matter how hard he tries to keep them open. He comes to again though as there is some rustling.
It’s too dark to see anything, really. Fujigaya squints his eyes, but all he can make out is some movement. Some more rustling and suddenly his bed dips.
It must be Wataru. The other finally remembers his best friend that is probably arching for some good sex. Oh yes, he is.
He is lying on his tummy and the person settles on top of him, nosing his nape and making very clear what he is here for.
Fujigaya is just happy that he finally gets his sex and refrains from telling Wataru that he is really late. The other has the tendency to be sadistic when bitched at.
The other lifts himself a little and pulls the blanket away that is separating them. The cold air hits him and Fujigaya involuntary shudders. Fujigaya is glad when the warm body settles back on top of him. Deft hands tug at his shirt and he helps the other pull it off. When it is gone he notices that the other is already naked or at least not wearing a shirt.
Fujigaya shivers in anticipation. Since he can’t see anything at all, he tries to feel. There are pert nipples moving against his back as the other travels hands over his sides, which wander lower and lower till they finger the hem of his boxer briefs.
The other slides sideways off him and then pulls his hip up to get rid of his underwear. Having some trouble with it, he helps the other and kicks it off. The warm body presses to his side and he gets a kiss on the cheek. Turning his head, their lips meet and melt together.
Something about the kiss is weird, but he forgets that thought as a hand promisingly gropes his butt.
He arches into the touch and he gets a content hum in return. Eventually, the other pulls out of their kiss, moves away and he gets tugged up on all fours by his hip.
Wataru really likes this position and he resigns to his fate, even though he can feel his legs already protesting.
The other wastes no time and a lubed finger circles his rim. Taking a shuddering breath, he tries to relax for the penetration that is sure to come. Deep breathing helps and he is glad that Yokoo has taken his wish from last time to heart and prepares him a little slower than usually. It is easy this time around. His walls clenching around the prodding finger, but not resisting too much. Soon a second one enters him, scissoring and stretching him successfully. Suddenly, the other crooks his fingers and directly presses against a spot inside him.
Fujigaya falls almost face first on the sheets as unexpected pleasure sizzles through his whole body starting from the spot that was still getting pressed.
Whoever has taught Wataru this is great in the sack. He stuffs his wrist in his mouth to keep silent. Who knows how thin these walls are. His other arm gives in as well and his chest touches the sheets while his ass is still in the air and getting further stretched.
The other continues fingering him while he feels more than ready and moves his hip invitingly along, because begging is absolutely against his principles.
When the fingers leave him and there is the promising crinkling noise of a condom being opened, he sighs relieved. Finally.
For a second, Fujigaya considers getting back on his hands, but he has enough trouble to keep his ass in the air and decides against it.
Soon there is a blunt head nudging his entrance and he braces himself. Surprisingly, there other eases his way into him slow but steadily. His muscles protest, but eventually the other bottoms out and sprawls himself over his back while he waits for him to relax enough to move.
As the other busies himself with nosing his back and kissing him between his shoulder blades, Fujigaya considers that he maybe should have anal sex more often. Then it wouldn’t be such a feat to get inside him.
Fujigaya wiggles his butt when he is ready and by now his cock is hard and leaking. He waited too long for this. The other moves back up and securely grabs him by the hips. Fujigaya licks his lips in appreciation at the first thrust. The other starts out slow but rapidly builds up speed. It was really unusual for Wataru to fuck him like that. Normally, he was either a little too slow or too fast till he gently corrected him. He never minds it, but this was really nice as well.
His hole hugs the hard cock whenever it pushes back in and he is not sure how the other does it, but he seems to know exactly where to find his prostate and makes use of it mercilessly. Soon his wrist seems to be insufficient to keep him muffled as his noises intensify and he almost chocks himself while trying to keep silent. The other makes some silent noises as well, but not loud enough to be heard through the wall. If he moved his hand away, he would definitely be heard.
His body temperature rises and his bangs cling to his face while he feels that hard cock thrusting into his body and he hears their skin slapping, feels the other’s balls against his butt and with each thrust his own erection bounces against his abdomen. His senses get clouded and all he feels is how he is getting fucked hard and rough and how that damn tension finally seeps out of him.
His thighs start shaking with the effort to stay upright. The hours of practice getting to him. He tries to suppress the shuddering. This is too good to get interrupted.
When the thrusts get rougher and the skin slapping louder, he feels his legs give in and he almost falls flat on his stomach as the hands on his hips immediately slip around his waist and hold him up.
It would most probably have hurt if he had fallen on his stomach with a still hard penis inside him.
They halt and he whines. Fujigaya desperately tightens around the pulsing cock inside him to get the other to keep going. He doesn’t want to stop just because he doesn’t have any more strength. Rhythmically, he clenches the muscles of his butt around that hard length and there is a silent curse. Fujigaya whines silently for another time as the other pulls his penis out and turns him around.
He finds himself on his back and the other pushes his legs up and apart. Catching on, he moves his pelvis towards the other for easy penetration and sighs relieved as his hole gets filled to its limit anew.
The other doesn’t get as deep in this position, but it is still more than enough and the other wastes no time and assaults his sweet spot.
Fujigaya immediately stuffs his mouth with his wrist again, but it gets tugged out of the way and the person on top of him stretches to kiss him on the mouth. Wait…stretches?
His brain is almost fucked out, but even in such a condition he realizes that this just can’t be.
Wataru is taller than him. He doesn’t need to stretch.
Suddenly, he realizes that the scent that is wrapping around him is not Wataru’s either. Extremely familiar, yes and that is mostly the reason he hasn’t noticed so far, but definitely not Wataru’s.
Alarmed, Fujigaya reaches out and fumbles for the nightstand and the lamp that is standing on top of it. Who the hell lets he fuck him?
The light is bright, too bright and he has to squeeze his eyes shut. Fujigaya doesn’t see anything at all.
The person on top of him has been startled into stopping by the bright light, too.
Slowly, his eyes adjust to the light and a strangled laugh leaves his lips.
“You are not Wataru.”
“And you are not Wataru either.” Kitayama frowns down at him, confusion dancing in his eyes.
Fujigaya feels like face palming. Is he really having awesome sex with Kitayama?
“I should have figured it out the latest when you whined. Wataru doesn’t whine. The earliest when you let me top you so easily.”
Fujigaya lets that run through his brain even though he is still not quite coherent, especially, because Kitayama is still hard inside him and really, that is damn distracting.
“Wait, you top Wataru?” He has tried that once and found himself bent over a table with his naked ass in the air.
“Of course.” Kitayama says with confusion in his eyes and he really doesn’t want to ask further to avoid his own humiliation.
“So…” Kitayama says and licks over his lips. Involuntary, he follows the movement with his eyes. The other catches his eyes and in no time their lips attack each other.
Kitayama’s hips snap and he does his best to meet the other’s thrust. Fujigaya wants to finish this. It is too good and everything he wants at the moment.
It’s different now that they know who they are with. Kitayama holds him more in his arms; Fujigaya wants to prove himself more and moves his hips along with each sharp thrust and clamps down on Kitayama as hard as he can to make it hard for him to pull out. He wants to be remembered and not be one of many.
They are already too close to draw this out any longer though. His body starts moving uncontrollably while he moans into Kitayama’s mouth and pulls him closer by his nape. The other’s thrusts are sharp and fast. As a hand suddenly wraps around his over-sensitive cock, his world turns up side down and he spills over Kitayama’s fingers before he even realizes it.
His orgasm is strong and he feels slightly disorientated while aftershock after aftershock hits him.
Kitayama quickens some more till he falls still and he feels the other’s penis jerk inside him as he comes.
The other is panting hard and by the energy he used to fuck him into the mattress, he is not surprised. Kitayama tries to blink his sweaty bangs out of his eyes. As he fails, Fujigaya brushes them away for him and watches the other’s cheeks that are flushed from their sex.
Kitayama’s arms shake slightly as he gently pulls out of him and Fujigaya hisses because now he is really sore.
“You okay?” The older one asks as he carefully pulls off the condom and wraps it into a tissue to throw away.
“Yeah…” More he is not able to say for now.
“Wataru always kicks me out of bed after sex to not arouse your suspicion. How do you want it?”
Fujigaya can’t really think, but he feels the cold air hit his overheated body and decides on what he wants at the moment.
“Keep me warm.”
Kitayama nods. The other gets up to wobble to the trashcan but crawls back into bed with him in no time. The older one pulls the covers up and sighs satisfied after switching of the light.
“Wait, did you just tell me that you have sex with Wataru while I am in the room?” Fujigaya asks scandalized as he catches on.
“Why do you think I came so late? It takes ages for you to properly fall asleep, but usually when you sleep you sleep.”
”Gross.”
“Well, if you don’t want it to happen again, you can always tell me to come earlier and fuck you instead.” Kitayama murmurs in his best bedroom-voice and Fujigaya feels his own body prickle with excitement at the prospect of doing this again.
Fujigaya hums in understanding and lets his eyes drop close. He might do just that.
*
Yokoo looks at his watch and sighs. They should be done by now, shouldn’t they? Opening the door to his and Taisuke’s room a little, he peeks inside and notes satisfied how his two friends curl towards each other.
“I hope you finally get it, you idiots. I have done my good deed.”
Hopefully, Miyata and Tamamori didn’t lock the door. He wants some sleep, too.
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: If the boys were mine they would be married. Obviously, they are not *duhhhhh*
Beta: blursakana
Pairing(s): Kitafuji
Rating: NC-17
Genre: slight humour
Warnings: The rating I suppose
Summary: Fujigaya is tense...and Yokoo should do something about it.
Author Notes: Happy greetings from the sea. I am enjoying my holidays and I am so lucky to even have Interent. This was written for the Anon Kink meme some time ago. It has been posted already but I wanted to post it in my journal, too.
Lights Out
Fujigaya pulls up the covers and buries his nose in his pillow.
Where is Wataru? They are on concert tour and usually the other is at such a late hour in their shared room. Practice was tough and he hopes the other returns soon so that he could pout the other into fucking the tension out of him. Otherwise he will be really tensed up tomorrow…and maybe in a crappy mood.
His eyes slip close again and again no matter how hard he tries to keep them open. He comes to again though as there is some rustling.
It’s too dark to see anything, really. Fujigaya squints his eyes, but all he can make out is some movement. Some more rustling and suddenly his bed dips.
It must be Wataru. The other finally remembers his best friend that is probably arching for some good sex. Oh yes, he is.
He is lying on his tummy and the person settles on top of him, nosing his nape and making very clear what he is here for.
Fujigaya is just happy that he finally gets his sex and refrains from telling Wataru that he is really late. The other has the tendency to be sadistic when bitched at.
The other lifts himself a little and pulls the blanket away that is separating them. The cold air hits him and Fujigaya involuntary shudders. Fujigaya is glad when the warm body settles back on top of him. Deft hands tug at his shirt and he helps the other pull it off. When it is gone he notices that the other is already naked or at least not wearing a shirt.
Fujigaya shivers in anticipation. Since he can’t see anything at all, he tries to feel. There are pert nipples moving against his back as the other travels hands over his sides, which wander lower and lower till they finger the hem of his boxer briefs.
The other slides sideways off him and then pulls his hip up to get rid of his underwear. Having some trouble with it, he helps the other and kicks it off. The warm body presses to his side and he gets a kiss on the cheek. Turning his head, their lips meet and melt together.
Something about the kiss is weird, but he forgets that thought as a hand promisingly gropes his butt.
He arches into the touch and he gets a content hum in return. Eventually, the other pulls out of their kiss, moves away and he gets tugged up on all fours by his hip.
Wataru really likes this position and he resigns to his fate, even though he can feel his legs already protesting.
The other wastes no time and a lubed finger circles his rim. Taking a shuddering breath, he tries to relax for the penetration that is sure to come. Deep breathing helps and he is glad that Yokoo has taken his wish from last time to heart and prepares him a little slower than usually. It is easy this time around. His walls clenching around the prodding finger, but not resisting too much. Soon a second one enters him, scissoring and stretching him successfully. Suddenly, the other crooks his fingers and directly presses against a spot inside him.
Fujigaya falls almost face first on the sheets as unexpected pleasure sizzles through his whole body starting from the spot that was still getting pressed.
Whoever has taught Wataru this is great in the sack. He stuffs his wrist in his mouth to keep silent. Who knows how thin these walls are. His other arm gives in as well and his chest touches the sheets while his ass is still in the air and getting further stretched.
The other continues fingering him while he feels more than ready and moves his hip invitingly along, because begging is absolutely against his principles.
When the fingers leave him and there is the promising crinkling noise of a condom being opened, he sighs relieved. Finally.
For a second, Fujigaya considers getting back on his hands, but he has enough trouble to keep his ass in the air and decides against it.
Soon there is a blunt head nudging his entrance and he braces himself. Surprisingly, there other eases his way into him slow but steadily. His muscles protest, but eventually the other bottoms out and sprawls himself over his back while he waits for him to relax enough to move.
As the other busies himself with nosing his back and kissing him between his shoulder blades, Fujigaya considers that he maybe should have anal sex more often. Then it wouldn’t be such a feat to get inside him.
Fujigaya wiggles his butt when he is ready and by now his cock is hard and leaking. He waited too long for this. The other moves back up and securely grabs him by the hips. Fujigaya licks his lips in appreciation at the first thrust. The other starts out slow but rapidly builds up speed. It was really unusual for Wataru to fuck him like that. Normally, he was either a little too slow or too fast till he gently corrected him. He never minds it, but this was really nice as well.
His hole hugs the hard cock whenever it pushes back in and he is not sure how the other does it, but he seems to know exactly where to find his prostate and makes use of it mercilessly. Soon his wrist seems to be insufficient to keep him muffled as his noises intensify and he almost chocks himself while trying to keep silent. The other makes some silent noises as well, but not loud enough to be heard through the wall. If he moved his hand away, he would definitely be heard.
His body temperature rises and his bangs cling to his face while he feels that hard cock thrusting into his body and he hears their skin slapping, feels the other’s balls against his butt and with each thrust his own erection bounces against his abdomen. His senses get clouded and all he feels is how he is getting fucked hard and rough and how that damn tension finally seeps out of him.
His thighs start shaking with the effort to stay upright. The hours of practice getting to him. He tries to suppress the shuddering. This is too good to get interrupted.
When the thrusts get rougher and the skin slapping louder, he feels his legs give in and he almost falls flat on his stomach as the hands on his hips immediately slip around his waist and hold him up.
It would most probably have hurt if he had fallen on his stomach with a still hard penis inside him.
They halt and he whines. Fujigaya desperately tightens around the pulsing cock inside him to get the other to keep going. He doesn’t want to stop just because he doesn’t have any more strength. Rhythmically, he clenches the muscles of his butt around that hard length and there is a silent curse. Fujigaya whines silently for another time as the other pulls his penis out and turns him around.
He finds himself on his back and the other pushes his legs up and apart. Catching on, he moves his pelvis towards the other for easy penetration and sighs relieved as his hole gets filled to its limit anew.
The other doesn’t get as deep in this position, but it is still more than enough and the other wastes no time and assaults his sweet spot.
Fujigaya immediately stuffs his mouth with his wrist again, but it gets tugged out of the way and the person on top of him stretches to kiss him on the mouth. Wait…stretches?
His brain is almost fucked out, but even in such a condition he realizes that this just can’t be.
Wataru is taller than him. He doesn’t need to stretch.
Suddenly, he realizes that the scent that is wrapping around him is not Wataru’s either. Extremely familiar, yes and that is mostly the reason he hasn’t noticed so far, but definitely not Wataru’s.
Alarmed, Fujigaya reaches out and fumbles for the nightstand and the lamp that is standing on top of it. Who the hell lets he fuck him?
The light is bright, too bright and he has to squeeze his eyes shut. Fujigaya doesn’t see anything at all.
The person on top of him has been startled into stopping by the bright light, too.
Slowly, his eyes adjust to the light and a strangled laugh leaves his lips.
“You are not Wataru.”
“And you are not Wataru either.” Kitayama frowns down at him, confusion dancing in his eyes.
Fujigaya feels like face palming. Is he really having awesome sex with Kitayama?
“I should have figured it out the latest when you whined. Wataru doesn’t whine. The earliest when you let me top you so easily.”
Fujigaya lets that run through his brain even though he is still not quite coherent, especially, because Kitayama is still hard inside him and really, that is damn distracting.
“Wait, you top Wataru?” He has tried that once and found himself bent over a table with his naked ass in the air.
“Of course.” Kitayama says with confusion in his eyes and he really doesn’t want to ask further to avoid his own humiliation.
“So…” Kitayama says and licks over his lips. Involuntary, he follows the movement with his eyes. The other catches his eyes and in no time their lips attack each other.
Kitayama’s hips snap and he does his best to meet the other’s thrust. Fujigaya wants to finish this. It is too good and everything he wants at the moment.
It’s different now that they know who they are with. Kitayama holds him more in his arms; Fujigaya wants to prove himself more and moves his hips along with each sharp thrust and clamps down on Kitayama as hard as he can to make it hard for him to pull out. He wants to be remembered and not be one of many.
They are already too close to draw this out any longer though. His body starts moving uncontrollably while he moans into Kitayama’s mouth and pulls him closer by his nape. The other’s thrusts are sharp and fast. As a hand suddenly wraps around his over-sensitive cock, his world turns up side down and he spills over Kitayama’s fingers before he even realizes it.
His orgasm is strong and he feels slightly disorientated while aftershock after aftershock hits him.
Kitayama quickens some more till he falls still and he feels the other’s penis jerk inside him as he comes.
The other is panting hard and by the energy he used to fuck him into the mattress, he is not surprised. Kitayama tries to blink his sweaty bangs out of his eyes. As he fails, Fujigaya brushes them away for him and watches the other’s cheeks that are flushed from their sex.
Kitayama’s arms shake slightly as he gently pulls out of him and Fujigaya hisses because now he is really sore.
“You okay?” The older one asks as he carefully pulls off the condom and wraps it into a tissue to throw away.
“Yeah…” More he is not able to say for now.
“Wataru always kicks me out of bed after sex to not arouse your suspicion. How do you want it?”
Fujigaya can’t really think, but he feels the cold air hit his overheated body and decides on what he wants at the moment.
“Keep me warm.”
Kitayama nods. The other gets up to wobble to the trashcan but crawls back into bed with him in no time. The older one pulls the covers up and sighs satisfied after switching of the light.
“Wait, did you just tell me that you have sex with Wataru while I am in the room?” Fujigaya asks scandalized as he catches on.
“Why do you think I came so late? It takes ages for you to properly fall asleep, but usually when you sleep you sleep.”
”Gross.”
“Well, if you don’t want it to happen again, you can always tell me to come earlier and fuck you instead.” Kitayama murmurs in his best bedroom-voice and Fujigaya feels his own body prickle with excitement at the prospect of doing this again.
Fujigaya hums in understanding and lets his eyes drop close. He might do just that.
*
Yokoo looks at his watch and sighs. They should be done by now, shouldn’t they? Opening the door to his and Taisuke’s room a little, he peeks inside and notes satisfied how his two friends curl towards each other.
“I hope you finally get it, you idiots. I have done my good deed.”
Hopefully, Miyata and Tamamori didn’t lock the door. He wants some sleep, too.