The Sidelines (KameDa - oneshot)
Title: The Sidelines
Chapters: 1/1
Author: yumemirunosekai
Pairing: Kame/Ueda (KameDa)
Rating: NC17+
Warnings: Explicit smut, Swearing, a grouchy Ueda
Synopsis: She wanted to facepalm herself at the way Ueda was blatantly staring at Kamenashi with a strange humger in his eyes, as thought the latter were a piece of meat.
A/N: KameDa from the viewpoint of an outsider
She always watched them from the sidelines.
From where she stood, inconspicuously, she could watch as they danced, sang, and moved so fluidly in sync that it was mesmerizing.
It was always interesting to watch how the group interacted in front of cameras and behind the scenes. Honestly, she was glad she landed this job.
For most of the time, the members acted like a bunch of kids, joking and laughing together. Other times, they seemed to split into their own little worlds, and it was at those times that she found that Kamenashi-san acted like a complete child. He would deliberately disturb the rest of KAT-TUN just because he didn’t particularly like being left alone. Occasionally he would run off to Tanaka’s side, but when the latter was busy he would target Nakamaru instead.
She also noted that he laughed too much, and made a lot of noise, which frankly, she found irritating to a certain degree, but was in no place to tell the leader off.
However, she also found it rather amusing that Kamenashi couldn’t seem to sit still for at least 5 minutes.
He would always pester his friends to talk, and would go as far as too shoot them well practiced ‘kicked-puppy’ looks if they ignored him. However, he rarely pulled out this trump card, as it was impossible for the others to resist Kamenashi’s smile: so full of happiness and completely genuine. He really liked it when others were happy and smiling as well.
Perhaps this was the reason why Kamenashi-san always chose to talk to Ueda-san when he was completely certain every other member of KAT-TUN were busy.
Ueda ALWAYS wore a flat, sometimes blank look on his well sculpted face that was bordering on a scowl.
She always carefully avoided Ueda, and stood out of his way as much as possible. He apparently preferred to hang out with Taguchi compared to the other members, and she suspected that is was because Taguchi-san was considerable quiet, and although he did joke around with the others, he was more reserved and calm.
She noted that whenever Kamenashi approached Ueda, the older man would frown slightly, and one could feel the tension and occasional hostile air around him, but this never seemed to affect Kame at all. "Tat-chan is just like that." he would say, and would badger Ueda with questions about his day, regardless of how off-putting the latter would act. She was amazed to see that Kamenashi was actually interested in everything Ueda told him, no matter how boring it may be. And if Ueda failed to keep up the conversation, Kamenashi never walked away. He would instead attack Ueda with lengthy stories (not as lengthy as those that Nakamaru told) of his day. In return, although the older man seemed slightly surprised at kamenashi's willingness to talk, appeared to not mind Kame's presence.
It wasn’t as though Ueda NEVER smiled. She caught him laughing many a time, but this only lasted for a minute, before he slid back into his usual dull expression. There were days when Ueda's dull expression become even worse, and these waere the days that he would come to work with a scowl painted shamelessly on his well chiseled face. Ueda was particularly prickly when he was in a bad mood, and it was these times that it took her everything she had to not walk up to the singer and punch him straight in the jaw. People knew when to leave Ueda alone, but this rule did not seem to apply to Kame. And surprisingly, Ueda never snapped at Kame, no matter how bad a mood he was in. He would give short, stiff answers to Kame's insistent questions, but he had never once shouted at the younger man.
Lately, she noticed Kamenashi paying Ueda more attention. After every rehearsal, he would make a beeline for the couch in the dressing room where Ueda usually lounged on. In return, Ueda seemed to be opening up more as the days passed, and become more involved in the group.It wasn't that he didn't want to. At times she could see the longing in Ueda's eyes, that he wanted to feel like he belonged. Kamenashi was the one that managed to draw the older singer out of his shell, and she could see Ueda's confidence grow by the day, and found their friendship intriguing. While she would stand aside, arranging their costumes on the many racks, inconspicuous as usual, the KAT-TUN members would go on without even noticing she was there. In a way, this was a good thing. She wasn’t an eavesdropper, but sometimes, she couldn’t help but listen in.
“Kame, Nakamaru and I are going to Taguchi’s place to eat. You coming?”
“No, sorry Koki, but I promised Uepi that we’d go for dinner tonight. Maybe some other time?”
From her peripheral vision, she saw Koki raise his brows, but he did not push the younger man further, “Sure, man. Well, see ya.”
She heard the door close and silence fell. Slowly, she turned around, only to see Kamenashi smiling to himself like a complete idiot.
-
Ueda was staring at Kamenashi too much.
She almost facepalmed herself at how blatantly the older man was oogling Kame. During rehearsals, in the dressing room, in the hallways, even during goddamned meetings, Ueda’s eyes never failed to drift over to Kamenashi, a strange hunger in them. Kame never noticed, but she did.
It wasn’t only Ueda who seemed to be acting weird, but she soon began to notice Kame spending ever single minute of his free breaks to hang out with Ueda. It became a usual thing to knock, open the dressing room door, then see the two of them curled up on the couch, talking animatedly. They never noticed her presence (actually, hardly anyone in the band noticed her at all), no matter how loudly she dared knock. As she set her make up kit on the wide dressing table, she saw Kame gingerly run his fingers through Ueda's coppery locks. She raised a brow. He looked more feminine with this hairstyle, and she wondered what possessed him to dye his hair. It wasn't only that, but she couldn't remember the last time she saw Ueda frown or scowl. His attitude and confidence seemed to change along with his hair, from a pitch black to a soft copper colour. Watching the two of them together gave her a light buttery feeling at the pit of her stomach. It was nice to see Kame having a good friend after Akanishi-san’s departure to America.
She casually glanced to the clock and saw that the duo was 5 minutes late for a recording.
She looked back at the two men, happily laughing, and then looked back at the clock.
Perhaps she should just let them spend more time together.
Screw the recording. It can wait.
-
Ueda was avoiding Kame.
It was so painfully obvious that she wanted nothing more than to scream in frustration.
One minute they were so close it was stifling, the next, she sees Kame’s pale, pinched expression as he sat down in front of her at the makeup table. His face was so pallid and drawn that she had to use much powder to make Kame presentable for his next photoshoot. Even after she gently applied some blusher to give Kame's pale cheeks some colour, it did not change the glassy and lost look in his sad eyes.
What the fuck happened?
She recalled waiting for a good half an hour after Kame finished getting his makeup done before Ueda dragged his feet in. It had been so long that she forgot how nasty Ueda’s scowling face looked like. The man dropped himself heavily into the chair and stared blankly ahead as she began applying light foundation to his face.
Ueda was fidgety throughout the entire procedure. He kept squirming, and it took all her will power not to slap him with the powder brush. He was also completely uncooperative and irate, while led to a heated argument between them. She wasn't going to back down just because Ueda was famous. She didn't give two craps about that. The fight ended with Ueda stomping out, his face a blank mask when Kamenashi entered the dressing room upon hearing raised voices originating from the closed door.
That was only the beginning of the horrible rift that gradually grew between the two men.
Ueda was rarely around the dressing room during breaks now, and Kame would ask staff if they had seen Ueda, but the answer was always no. She had been the one who found out where Ueda slipped off to: the staff break room. It was a room that was usually empty during KAT-TUN’s breaks, since everyone would be prepping for the next recording or PV shooting.
It was her who told Kame where Ueda was hiding out.
And it was unfortunately her, who had to intervene when the confrontation flew out of hand, and raised voices erupted from inside the room.
Ueda was so angry, and so was Kame, but the raw hurt in his eyes was so evident that it seemed to sting Ueda. His anger was already melting away, and she could see Ueda’s eyes widen is surprise, shocked at himself. Kamenashi was silent. The tension was so thick, it was suffocating.
“Kazu, I didn’t-“
But the younger man gave a shuddering sigh, before walking out of the cramped room. The situation was bad. The band would not work with a dysfunctional pair, and they did not need another member pulling a stunt like Akanishi. Somehow, she found the courage to blow up at Ueda before leaving in search of Kamenashi.
-
This was bad.
Very bad.
There was another fight. This time, Ueda had gotten physical, punching Tanaka in the jaw. She didn’t know what to make of the situation. What the fuck was happening to Ueda?
Kamenashi was late today, but when he arrived, Ueda was nowhere to be found. He saw Koki’s bruised face, and was shocked. Ueda boxed, so the hit must have been painful. It was lucky Tanaka’s jaw wasn’t dislocated or anything. If Ueda had caused an injury like that, he would have hell to answer to.
Johnny wasn’t impressed at KAT-TUN’s current fix. He had confronted the entire band after Ueda was found, and there had been stern warnings and half hearted apologies before rehearsal was resumed. But there was nothing okay about this.
She wondered if anything would EVER be right again. KAT-TUN was possibly disintegrating before her eyes, and if this went on, she would probably be put in charge of Arashi’s makeup, and although she didn’t mind that, working with Matsumoto Jun wasn’t exactly ideal when you have a crush on him.
-
“Fuck you, Tatsuya! You have no right to look at me like that!”
She nearly dropped the glass makeup kit she was carrying.
“Like what, Kazuya?” snarled out Ueda, his voice feral.
“Don’t bullshit me.” scoffed Kamenashi. “That look, like everything that’s happened is my fault!”
“It is your fault!” shouted Ueda, his tone hard, and she could her a strain in his voice. Like he was holding back, keping something in control, but she didn’t know what. “Fuck, Kame, I-“ Ueda stalled. “I fucking want you.” his voice had fallen to a low whisper, thick with hidden lust.
Okay, uh... Did she hear right?
There was a pregnant silence, before Kame answered. “You… what?”
“I want you dammit!” exploded Ueda. “I can’t help it every goddamned time you are around! I just want-!!!!”
Ueda did not finish his rant. Standing just outside the changing room door, she couldn’t help but wonder why. Feeling low and very bad, her curiosity got the better of her and she peeped through the crack of the door, only to blush violently and recoil to the wall opposite, her makeup box nearly sliding out of her hands.
Kame had pushed Ueda onto the couch and was straddling him, lips tightly locked onto Ueda’s. Their tongues danced and Ueda moaned into the kiss, causing Kame to shiver pleasantly. Before she could get the hell away, Ueda gripped Kame’s shoulders and shoved the younger man off him, before roughly pushing him against the dressing table opposite the couch. Their mouths fought for dominance, and Ueda dragged his nails roughly along Kame’s back, making him groan audibly. The older man then dipped his head down to Kame’s shoulder, sucking and biting, tearing wanton moans from Kame’s swollen lips.
“Fuck…… you have no idea how much I’d wanted to do this.” breathed Ueda into Kame’s skin.
Grinding his hips tantalizingly against Ueda’s, Kame hissed at the electric pleasure that soared through him upon feeling the latter’s obvious arousal through his jeans. “Then why didn’t you?” whispered Kame huskily into Ueda’s ear.
Ueda did not answer, but gave a feral growl before gripping the hem of Kame’s thin shirt and yanking it over his head, revealing a pale, lithe body: unblemished, and in Ueda’s eyes, fucking perfect. Kame let out a strangled groan when Ueda proceeded to roll his hips, hurriedly tugging off Kame’s pants along with his boxers.
The younger man's arousal was evident, and this made Ueda smirk. Quickly, he wrapped his hands around Kame’s throbbing member and stroked it hard. Kame moans turned easily to screams, as his mind nearly went haywire with the amounts of pleasure surging through him. Ueda was a tease, his hand slowing down then speeding up, and Kame could have strangled him if it weren’t for the fact that he could hardly move, except thrust into Ueda’s hands. Just as he was about to go over the edge, Ueda stopped. His member throbbing with pain for released, Kame - God help him - whimpered painfully for more.
He wanted to fuck the man senseless, but was afraid of hurting him.
Kame seemed to know what he was thinking. “I’m no virgin, so go ahead.” panted the younger man, his eyes glazed over with ecstasy.
Ueda smiled, but he felt pinpricks of jealousy eat at him. He would have to ask Kame about that later. But now… he bent down to kiss the already swollen lips relishing in the taste of blood, and the exotic taste of Kame. Ueda then stuck, three of his fingers into his mouth, coating them with saliva. The scene was so erotic that Kame’s felt his member twitch in excitement. Ueda then carefully inserted a finger into Kame, then another, then the third, making scissoring motions as Kame panted from pain and pleasure.
“Fuck…. Do it. Now.” gasped Kame, his body trembling with the need to release. Ueda happily obliged and in a second, shed his clothing before roughly flipping Kame over, so that his erection was pressed against the dressing table drawer. Ueda then positioned himself in front of Kame’s entrance, and slipped in slowly.
Kame hissed and groaned, quickly getting used to the intrusion, and began to buck backwards into Ueda. The latter pulled out, and thrust in, hard, groaning as he felt Kame’s tighten around him. Their pace increased, and it was too soon, that Ueda was hitting Kame’s sweet spot, making him scream.
A sheen of sweat covered their bodies and their movements become more erratic and desperate. Finally Ueda’s thrusts became so violent that the entire dressing table creaked and trembled. Kame could feel the friction between his erection and the table. It sent shivers of pleasure up his spine, and he let of a strangled moan.
When he came, it was as though a bolt of white hot pleasure tore through him. He was almost knocked unconscious, by the amazing high. When his vision cleared, and he senses slowly returned, Ueda was still thrusting into him. It wasn’t long before he came too, hot liquid spilling onto the dressing room floor.
The two of them remained like that for awhile, before Ueda straightened up.
“We’d better clean up.”
Kame pulled away from the table, wincing from the soreness in his thighs caused by Ueda’s rough treatment. He screwed his nose up at the sticky substance that coated the table drawer. “Remind me to ask Hana to never used this table again.”
They hurriedly pulled their clothes on, and Kame glanced shyly at Ueda. “Um… so… what was that? Angry sex? Casual sex? Make-up sex? Or a one time thing?” whispered Kame, apparently afraid of the answer.
Ueda blinked at the younger man in surprise before smiling gently at him. He drew Kame into a gentle kiss, and rested his head against his. “How about…. I-love-you sex?” whispered Ueda.
It was obvious Kame was over the moon. But then he noticed that the door was open a crack. “Didn’t you close the door before… that?” asked Kame, his face draining of colour.
Ueda turned and shook his head. “It’s early. No one should be here yet.”
Cautiously, they pushed open the door, only to see a large glass make-up box sitting innocently on the ground. Kame went to it and picked it up. “Hey, I think this is Hana’s makeup kit. She did mention to Johnny yesterday that she ordered a new brand for us to use… You don’t think-“
“Who cares?” laughed Ueda. “C’mon, bring that thing in here- don’t put it on the dressing table yet! I don’t think she would want to touch that makeup kit ever if you put it there.”
“Oh, yeah...”
-
When she finally mustered enough courage to enter the dressing room, everything was normal. Taguchi and Nakamaru was talking, Tanaka was snoring on the couch, and Ueda and Kame was happily laughing together once again. Christ, she couldn’t look at them especially after what she saw earlier.
She slipped in quietly, and made a beeline for her makeup kit. But this time, someone noticed her.
“Hana-sa~n~”
She froze and turned to see both Kame and Ueda looking at her deviously. She gulped and blushed furiously. They’re looks were teasing and she flamed visibly at this. Snatching up her makeup kit, she mouthed a ‘I won’t tell’ before scurrying out hurriedly.
Taguchi glanced up. “Who was that?”
“You idiot, that was the makeup artist, Hana. She’s always in here. Don’t you notice things?” scoffed Ueda.
“Oh… Well then, why was she acting so jumpy?” asked Taguchi, brows furrowing.
Kama and Ueda shared a secret look. “Who knows.”
-
*At Johnny’s office*
“I beg you, transfer me to Arashi. Now.”
FIN
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Dafaq did I just write…?
I dunno if the smut scene is okay, because like I said, its my first time. I wanted to try a fic from the perspective of an outsider, so there. (^_^)
Chapters: 1/1
Author: yumemirunosekai
Pairing: Kame/Ueda (KameDa)
Rating: NC17+
Warnings: Explicit smut, Swearing, a grouchy Ueda
Synopsis: She wanted to facepalm herself at the way Ueda was blatantly staring at Kamenashi with a strange humger in his eyes, as thought the latter were a piece of meat.
A/N: KameDa from the viewpoint of an outsider
She always watched them from the sidelines.
From where she stood, inconspicuously, she could watch as they danced, sang, and moved so fluidly in sync that it was mesmerizing.
It was always interesting to watch how the group interacted in front of cameras and behind the scenes. Honestly, she was glad she landed this job.
For most of the time, the members acted like a bunch of kids, joking and laughing together. Other times, they seemed to split into their own little worlds, and it was at those times that she found that Kamenashi-san acted like a complete child. He would deliberately disturb the rest of KAT-TUN just because he didn’t particularly like being left alone. Occasionally he would run off to Tanaka’s side, but when the latter was busy he would target Nakamaru instead.
She also noted that he laughed too much, and made a lot of noise, which frankly, she found irritating to a certain degree, but was in no place to tell the leader off.
However, she also found it rather amusing that Kamenashi couldn’t seem to sit still for at least 5 minutes.
He would always pester his friends to talk, and would go as far as too shoot them well practiced ‘kicked-puppy’ looks if they ignored him. However, he rarely pulled out this trump card, as it was impossible for the others to resist Kamenashi’s smile: so full of happiness and completely genuine. He really liked it when others were happy and smiling as well.
Perhaps this was the reason why Kamenashi-san always chose to talk to Ueda-san when he was completely certain every other member of KAT-TUN were busy.
Ueda ALWAYS wore a flat, sometimes blank look on his well sculpted face that was bordering on a scowl.
She always carefully avoided Ueda, and stood out of his way as much as possible. He apparently preferred to hang out with Taguchi compared to the other members, and she suspected that is was because Taguchi-san was considerable quiet, and although he did joke around with the others, he was more reserved and calm.
She noted that whenever Kamenashi approached Ueda, the older man would frown slightly, and one could feel the tension and occasional hostile air around him, but this never seemed to affect Kame at all. "Tat-chan is just like that." he would say, and would badger Ueda with questions about his day, regardless of how off-putting the latter would act. She was amazed to see that Kamenashi was actually interested in everything Ueda told him, no matter how boring it may be. And if Ueda failed to keep up the conversation, Kamenashi never walked away. He would instead attack Ueda with lengthy stories (not as lengthy as those that Nakamaru told) of his day. In return, although the older man seemed slightly surprised at kamenashi's willingness to talk, appeared to not mind Kame's presence.
It wasn’t as though Ueda NEVER smiled. She caught him laughing many a time, but this only lasted for a minute, before he slid back into his usual dull expression. There were days when Ueda's dull expression become even worse, and these waere the days that he would come to work with a scowl painted shamelessly on his well chiseled face. Ueda was particularly prickly when he was in a bad mood, and it was these times that it took her everything she had to not walk up to the singer and punch him straight in the jaw. People knew when to leave Ueda alone, but this rule did not seem to apply to Kame. And surprisingly, Ueda never snapped at Kame, no matter how bad a mood he was in. He would give short, stiff answers to Kame's insistent questions, but he had never once shouted at the younger man.
Lately, she noticed Kamenashi paying Ueda more attention. After every rehearsal, he would make a beeline for the couch in the dressing room where Ueda usually lounged on. In return, Ueda seemed to be opening up more as the days passed, and become more involved in the group.It wasn't that he didn't want to. At times she could see the longing in Ueda's eyes, that he wanted to feel like he belonged. Kamenashi was the one that managed to draw the older singer out of his shell, and she could see Ueda's confidence grow by the day, and found their friendship intriguing. While she would stand aside, arranging their costumes on the many racks, inconspicuous as usual, the KAT-TUN members would go on without even noticing she was there. In a way, this was a good thing. She wasn’t an eavesdropper, but sometimes, she couldn’t help but listen in.
“Kame, Nakamaru and I are going to Taguchi’s place to eat. You coming?”
“No, sorry Koki, but I promised Uepi that we’d go for dinner tonight. Maybe some other time?”
From her peripheral vision, she saw Koki raise his brows, but he did not push the younger man further, “Sure, man. Well, see ya.”
She heard the door close and silence fell. Slowly, she turned around, only to see Kamenashi smiling to himself like a complete idiot.
-
Ueda was staring at Kamenashi too much.
She almost facepalmed herself at how blatantly the older man was oogling Kame. During rehearsals, in the dressing room, in the hallways, even during goddamned meetings, Ueda’s eyes never failed to drift over to Kamenashi, a strange hunger in them. Kame never noticed, but she did.
It wasn’t only Ueda who seemed to be acting weird, but she soon began to notice Kame spending ever single minute of his free breaks to hang out with Ueda. It became a usual thing to knock, open the dressing room door, then see the two of them curled up on the couch, talking animatedly. They never noticed her presence (actually, hardly anyone in the band noticed her at all), no matter how loudly she dared knock. As she set her make up kit on the wide dressing table, she saw Kame gingerly run his fingers through Ueda's coppery locks. She raised a brow. He looked more feminine with this hairstyle, and she wondered what possessed him to dye his hair. It wasn't only that, but she couldn't remember the last time she saw Ueda frown or scowl. His attitude and confidence seemed to change along with his hair, from a pitch black to a soft copper colour. Watching the two of them together gave her a light buttery feeling at the pit of her stomach. It was nice to see Kame having a good friend after Akanishi-san’s departure to America.
She casually glanced to the clock and saw that the duo was 5 minutes late for a recording.
She looked back at the two men, happily laughing, and then looked back at the clock.
Perhaps she should just let them spend more time together.
Screw the recording. It can wait.
-
Ueda was avoiding Kame.
It was so painfully obvious that she wanted nothing more than to scream in frustration.
One minute they were so close it was stifling, the next, she sees Kame’s pale, pinched expression as he sat down in front of her at the makeup table. His face was so pallid and drawn that she had to use much powder to make Kame presentable for his next photoshoot. Even after she gently applied some blusher to give Kame's pale cheeks some colour, it did not change the glassy and lost look in his sad eyes.
What the fuck happened?
She recalled waiting for a good half an hour after Kame finished getting his makeup done before Ueda dragged his feet in. It had been so long that she forgot how nasty Ueda’s scowling face looked like. The man dropped himself heavily into the chair and stared blankly ahead as she began applying light foundation to his face.
Ueda was fidgety throughout the entire procedure. He kept squirming, and it took all her will power not to slap him with the powder brush. He was also completely uncooperative and irate, while led to a heated argument between them. She wasn't going to back down just because Ueda was famous. She didn't give two craps about that. The fight ended with Ueda stomping out, his face a blank mask when Kamenashi entered the dressing room upon hearing raised voices originating from the closed door.
That was only the beginning of the horrible rift that gradually grew between the two men.
Ueda was rarely around the dressing room during breaks now, and Kame would ask staff if they had seen Ueda, but the answer was always no. She had been the one who found out where Ueda slipped off to: the staff break room. It was a room that was usually empty during KAT-TUN’s breaks, since everyone would be prepping for the next recording or PV shooting.
It was her who told Kame where Ueda was hiding out.
And it was unfortunately her, who had to intervene when the confrontation flew out of hand, and raised voices erupted from inside the room.
Ueda was so angry, and so was Kame, but the raw hurt in his eyes was so evident that it seemed to sting Ueda. His anger was already melting away, and she could see Ueda’s eyes widen is surprise, shocked at himself. Kamenashi was silent. The tension was so thick, it was suffocating.
“Kazu, I didn’t-“
But the younger man gave a shuddering sigh, before walking out of the cramped room. The situation was bad. The band would not work with a dysfunctional pair, and they did not need another member pulling a stunt like Akanishi. Somehow, she found the courage to blow up at Ueda before leaving in search of Kamenashi.
-
This was bad.
Very bad.
There was another fight. This time, Ueda had gotten physical, punching Tanaka in the jaw. She didn’t know what to make of the situation. What the fuck was happening to Ueda?
Kamenashi was late today, but when he arrived, Ueda was nowhere to be found. He saw Koki’s bruised face, and was shocked. Ueda boxed, so the hit must have been painful. It was lucky Tanaka’s jaw wasn’t dislocated or anything. If Ueda had caused an injury like that, he would have hell to answer to.
Johnny wasn’t impressed at KAT-TUN’s current fix. He had confronted the entire band after Ueda was found, and there had been stern warnings and half hearted apologies before rehearsal was resumed. But there was nothing okay about this.
She wondered if anything would EVER be right again. KAT-TUN was possibly disintegrating before her eyes, and if this went on, she would probably be put in charge of Arashi’s makeup, and although she didn’t mind that, working with Matsumoto Jun wasn’t exactly ideal when you have a crush on him.
-
“Fuck you, Tatsuya! You have no right to look at me like that!”
She nearly dropped the glass makeup kit she was carrying.
“Like what, Kazuya?” snarled out Ueda, his voice feral.
“Don’t bullshit me.” scoffed Kamenashi. “That look, like everything that’s happened is my fault!”
“It is your fault!” shouted Ueda, his tone hard, and she could her a strain in his voice. Like he was holding back, keping something in control, but she didn’t know what. “Fuck, Kame, I-“ Ueda stalled. “I fucking want you.” his voice had fallen to a low whisper, thick with hidden lust.
Okay, uh... Did she hear right?
There was a pregnant silence, before Kame answered. “You… what?”
“I want you dammit!” exploded Ueda. “I can’t help it every goddamned time you are around! I just want-!!!!”
Ueda did not finish his rant. Standing just outside the changing room door, she couldn’t help but wonder why. Feeling low and very bad, her curiosity got the better of her and she peeped through the crack of the door, only to blush violently and recoil to the wall opposite, her makeup box nearly sliding out of her hands.
Kame had pushed Ueda onto the couch and was straddling him, lips tightly locked onto Ueda’s. Their tongues danced and Ueda moaned into the kiss, causing Kame to shiver pleasantly. Before she could get the hell away, Ueda gripped Kame’s shoulders and shoved the younger man off him, before roughly pushing him against the dressing table opposite the couch. Their mouths fought for dominance, and Ueda dragged his nails roughly along Kame’s back, making him groan audibly. The older man then dipped his head down to Kame’s shoulder, sucking and biting, tearing wanton moans from Kame’s swollen lips.
“Fuck…… you have no idea how much I’d wanted to do this.” breathed Ueda into Kame’s skin.
Grinding his hips tantalizingly against Ueda’s, Kame hissed at the electric pleasure that soared through him upon feeling the latter’s obvious arousal through his jeans. “Then why didn’t you?” whispered Kame huskily into Ueda’s ear.
Ueda did not answer, but gave a feral growl before gripping the hem of Kame’s thin shirt and yanking it over his head, revealing a pale, lithe body: unblemished, and in Ueda’s eyes, fucking perfect. Kame let out a strangled groan when Ueda proceeded to roll his hips, hurriedly tugging off Kame’s pants along with his boxers.
The younger man's arousal was evident, and this made Ueda smirk. Quickly, he wrapped his hands around Kame’s throbbing member and stroked it hard. Kame moans turned easily to screams, as his mind nearly went haywire with the amounts of pleasure surging through him. Ueda was a tease, his hand slowing down then speeding up, and Kame could have strangled him if it weren’t for the fact that he could hardly move, except thrust into Ueda’s hands. Just as he was about to go over the edge, Ueda stopped. His member throbbing with pain for released, Kame - God help him - whimpered painfully for more.
He wanted to fuck the man senseless, but was afraid of hurting him.
Kame seemed to know what he was thinking. “I’m no virgin, so go ahead.” panted the younger man, his eyes glazed over with ecstasy.
Ueda smiled, but he felt pinpricks of jealousy eat at him. He would have to ask Kame about that later. But now… he bent down to kiss the already swollen lips relishing in the taste of blood, and the exotic taste of Kame. Ueda then stuck, three of his fingers into his mouth, coating them with saliva. The scene was so erotic that Kame’s felt his member twitch in excitement. Ueda then carefully inserted a finger into Kame, then another, then the third, making scissoring motions as Kame panted from pain and pleasure.
“Fuck…. Do it. Now.” gasped Kame, his body trembling with the need to release. Ueda happily obliged and in a second, shed his clothing before roughly flipping Kame over, so that his erection was pressed against the dressing table drawer. Ueda then positioned himself in front of Kame’s entrance, and slipped in slowly.
Kame hissed and groaned, quickly getting used to the intrusion, and began to buck backwards into Ueda. The latter pulled out, and thrust in, hard, groaning as he felt Kame’s tighten around him. Their pace increased, and it was too soon, that Ueda was hitting Kame’s sweet spot, making him scream.
A sheen of sweat covered their bodies and their movements become more erratic and desperate. Finally Ueda’s thrusts became so violent that the entire dressing table creaked and trembled. Kame could feel the friction between his erection and the table. It sent shivers of pleasure up his spine, and he let of a strangled moan.
When he came, it was as though a bolt of white hot pleasure tore through him. He was almost knocked unconscious, by the amazing high. When his vision cleared, and he senses slowly returned, Ueda was still thrusting into him. It wasn’t long before he came too, hot liquid spilling onto the dressing room floor.
The two of them remained like that for awhile, before Ueda straightened up.
“We’d better clean up.”
Kame pulled away from the table, wincing from the soreness in his thighs caused by Ueda’s rough treatment. He screwed his nose up at the sticky substance that coated the table drawer. “Remind me to ask Hana to never used this table again.”
They hurriedly pulled their clothes on, and Kame glanced shyly at Ueda. “Um… so… what was that? Angry sex? Casual sex? Make-up sex? Or a one time thing?” whispered Kame, apparently afraid of the answer.
Ueda blinked at the younger man in surprise before smiling gently at him. He drew Kame into a gentle kiss, and rested his head against his. “How about…. I-love-you sex?” whispered Ueda.
It was obvious Kame was over the moon. But then he noticed that the door was open a crack. “Didn’t you close the door before… that?” asked Kame, his face draining of colour.
Ueda turned and shook his head. “It’s early. No one should be here yet.”
Cautiously, they pushed open the door, only to see a large glass make-up box sitting innocently on the ground. Kame went to it and picked it up. “Hey, I think this is Hana’s makeup kit. She did mention to Johnny yesterday that she ordered a new brand for us to use… You don’t think-“
“Who cares?” laughed Ueda. “C’mon, bring that thing in here- don’t put it on the dressing table yet! I don’t think she would want to touch that makeup kit ever if you put it there.”
“Oh, yeah...”
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When she finally mustered enough courage to enter the dressing room, everything was normal. Taguchi and Nakamaru was talking, Tanaka was snoring on the couch, and Ueda and Kame was happily laughing together once again. Christ, she couldn’t look at them especially after what she saw earlier.
She slipped in quietly, and made a beeline for her makeup kit. But this time, someone noticed her.
“Hana-sa~n~”
She froze and turned to see both Kame and Ueda looking at her deviously. She gulped and blushed furiously. They’re looks were teasing and she flamed visibly at this. Snatching up her makeup kit, she mouthed a ‘I won’t tell’ before scurrying out hurriedly.
Taguchi glanced up. “Who was that?”
“You idiot, that was the makeup artist, Hana. She’s always in here. Don’t you notice things?” scoffed Ueda.
“Oh… Well then, why was she acting so jumpy?” asked Taguchi, brows furrowing.
Kama and Ueda shared a secret look. “Who knows.”
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*At Johnny’s office*
“I beg you, transfer me to Arashi. Now.”
FIN
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Dafaq did I just write…?
I dunno if the smut scene is okay, because like I said, its my first time. I wanted to try a fic from the perspective of an outsider, so there. (^_^)