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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Johnny's_Entertainment, Johnny's_Jr.
  Relationship:
      Jinguji_Yuta/Nakamura_Reia
  Character:
      Jinguji_Yuta, Nakamura_Reia, Iwahashi_Genki
  Additional Tags:
      PWP, FQF_Challenge_Fic
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-12 Words: 2789
****** One for the road ******
by Lady_Michiru
Summary
     For some reason, recently yelling at Jinguji feels really, really
     good, and he has been giving Reia plenty of reason to do so.
Notes
     For Prompt #43: Fighting leads to sex
     Title ripped from an Arctic Monkey's song.
     There might be some OOC-ness here… maybe. Also, I tried not to write
     this, but they won.
“What the hell do you think you are doing!?” Reia yells the second he puts a
foot into the dressing room. At the receiving end, a hardly startled Jinguji
stares at him looking almost innocent, but Reia knows it’s a lie. Jinguji might
be a really okay actor, but Reia knows that Jinguji could never, ever, be
sheepish. About anything. “I’ve told you thousands, no... millions of times,
that you are not allowed to touch my things!”
Reia notices the stillness of the dressing room in general, the way everybody
first hold their breaths then quietly but hurriedly begin to gather their bags
to run for the hills, away from the brewing thunderstorm. And he could care
less, but for some reason, recently yelling at Jinguji feels really, really
good, and he has been giving Reia plenty of reason to do so.
Yesterday it was Jinguji fooling around with Reia’s skateboard, and last week,
at practice, Jinguji borrowing Reia’s choreography notebook to copy some of his
annotations without asking for Reia’s permission.
“I ran out of make-up remover,” comes Jinguji’s answer, no longer bothering
about feigning regret, and Reia’s blood boils.
“I know you are not familiar with the concept, but these,” he hisses angrily,
grabbing his bag from Jinguji’s hands and spilling some of its content in the
process, a package of tissue and a tube of hair product hitting the floor
making every one still on the room flinch, except from him and Jinguji, “are my
things. Mine.”
Genki is the last one to exit, and he throws them a worried look, as if he
isn’t sure who he should be more worried about, before shaking sadly his head
and closing the door behind him with a sigh.
“You don’t have to make such a big deal out of this, you know? It’s just make-
up remover, I can buy you ten more…”
“That’s not the point!” Reia yells, exasperated, as he takes one step further
and Jinguji stands up. Since his last growth spurt Jinguji enjoys making
everyone remember he is now taller than most of them; Reia just seethes.
Before he really knows what he is doing, Reia finds himself pushing at Jinguji,
he doesn’t use his full force, but it’s enough to make Jinguji stagger
backwards a step or two. And Jinguji has the nerve to look aggravated.
“What was that for?” Jinguji yells at him, closing the short distance between
them and pushing at Reia forcefully. Jinguji is not that strong, really, but
the angle is weird and Reia loses his footing and falls flat on his ass. It’s
not that it hurts, because by now Reia is more than used to fall, and this one
won’t even bruise, unlike many of the times he’s fallen off his skateboard; but
he is frustrated enough and he feels like he is drowning in annoyance. Jinguji
has that effect on him recently, like an itch he can’t quite scratch and it
drives him mad.
So, he gets back on his feet and promptly bolts toward Jinguji, grabbing at his
T-shirt and shaking him bad enough that both of their balances get messed up
and the only reason they don’t fall is because Jinguji’s back hits the wall
hard and halts them.
By the time Reia is able to focus again, Jinguji is looking at him with an
unreadable expression in his face, and despite their fight not being that
wearying, they are both panting.
“Are you going to hit me? Is that what you want?” There is some arrogance in
Jinguji’s voice, and something else, something infuriating that Reia can’t
pinpoint.
They are so close Reia can feel Jinguji’s heat, feel his breath teasing his
face, and the itch is back, buzzing all over his skin, so frustrating he has to
fist his hands harder on Jinguji’s T-shirt, shake him again against the wall,
eliciting a gasp from Jinguji that doesn’t feel the way it should, tickling and
enticing; and Reia understands what is happening almost too late, understands
at last what his body is yelling at him and why his heart is beating as wildly
as it is. Suddenly all his limbs feel heavy, tingly, and he gets why Jinguji is
heavily panting and why there is a deep pink tint in Jinguji’s cheeks, why
Jinguji’s dilated pupils keep switching between looking at his mouth and at his
eyes.
“What are you going to do, Reia?” Jinguji’s question is all air. So tempting…
Reia doesn’t answer; he just presses Jinguji flat against the wall and kisses
him. It is a heated kiss, aggression bleeding into it and quickly making it
messy. Jinguji’s tongue darts out to find Reia’s in no time, and the prior
strange look in Jinguji’s face makes all the sense in the world now as Reia
drags one hand to grab at Jinguji’s hair and swallows his first moan.
And it is suddenly crystal clear, all the tension that has been going on
between them for months now, the pent up frustration and the bubbling
hostility. Reia’s body is on fire, and Jinguji’s hand, now digging into his
lower back, holding him closer, scorches his skin even through the fabric of
the shirt of his costume.
Jinguji parts his legs, forces a tight between Reia’s, grabbing Reia’s ass to
guide him and grind against him.
“Here?” Reia asks, astonishment and lust mixing in with the baseline annoyance,
even if he can't quite stop his hips from following Jinguji’s lead. “Are you
insane?”
Jinguji presses against him clumsily, as if he couldn't find the right angle
for clinging to Reia the way he wants to, then huffs, frustrated, and roughly
takes Reia's wrist to guide his hand between his legs. And Jinguji is not
insane, Reia gathers as he palms the hardness beneath Jinguji's latex costume
pants, he’s just desperate.
"Just like you to be this turned on by fighting..." Reia chides, but it ends up
fading into a ragged gasp when Jinguji begins messily lapping at Reia’s neck.
Reia’s body is already buzzing in response, attuned to Jinguji’s needs in ways
he can’t quite comprehend; so, he touches Jinguji through the stiff material of
his pants, the back of Reia’s hand grinding against his own groin and the
answering hardness there.
“You’re such a hypocrite," Jinguji chuckles darkly when Reia bites back a moan.
“Shut up… just… shut up,” Reia hisses, and grinds harder against him, digs his
fingers viciously into Jinguji’s hair, guiding Jinguji’s lips down his throat.
After a while Jinguji shifts, begins slowly wiggling down, opening the sparkly
and somewhat rough top of Reia’s costume, velcro sounding loudly in the quiet
of the dressing room, as he kisses his way down. And Reia knows he should be
the responsible one and stop Jinguji when he is actually on his knees and going
for the elastic waistband of Reia’s pants, but then Jinguji drags them down
along with Reia’s underwear, and Jinguji’s hand wraps firmly around the base of
Reia’s length, and Reia just can't will himself to push Jinguji away.
He braces himself against the wall when Jinguji strokes him into full hardness,
bites on his own fisted hand to stiff a sharp moan at the first tentative lick
of Jinguji’s tongue to the tip of his erection.
“You taste as good as you smell...” Jinguji whispers into Reia’s heated skin,
more for himself than for Reia’s ears, and Reia shudders, almost clawing at the
wall when Jinguji takes him completely into his mouth and starts sucking
messily, all tongue and slurping sounds. It’s a little exasperating, but then
Reia looks down at his cock disappearing into Jinguji’s mouth, wet bangs
framing his forehead and his eyes fixed on Reia’s, and he can only stare,
breathlessly, almost mesmerized.
Reia knows he should stop him, that anybody could walk in on them, open the
door neither of them thought of locking and find them, but it feels so good,
all the tension and irritation just melting away, every pore of his skin
sizzling. He actually whines when Jinguji opens his mouth, lets Reia slip out,
but before Reia can even think about demanding anything back, Jinguji is on his
hands and knees, actually crawling around Reia until he is kneeling behind him.
What are you even…? It crosses Reia’s mind, the intent of talking, but then
Jinguji grabs at his ass, spreads him, and words die in the onslaught of heat
as Jinguji licks at the puckered skin of his rim.
Jinguji is reckless even in this, all energy and passion, no filter, no
restraint. And Reia is pretty sure Jinguji has never done this before, even if
it’s just by the way he is all enthusiasm and very little technique, although
Reia wonders if this kind of thing even has any kind of technique to begin
with; but then Jinguji presses closer still, pushes the tip of his tongue
inside, and Reia stops wondering, stops thinking.
He is almost painfully hard by the time Jinguji decides to stop and stand up
slowly, blunt short nails racking up Reia’s skin under his shirt with just
enough pressure not to leave a mark. Reia rushes to shrug out of his costume
top, hears Jinguji getting rid of his T-shirt too before he feels Jinguji’s
chest against his naked back. Jinguji grabs Reia’s wrist and raises Reia’s arms
until both of Reia’s palms are flat against the wall, barely short of
uncomfortable over his head, and keeps very still, even when, after a handful
of heartbeats, Reia tries to cant his hips, to angle them in any way that gets
Jinguji to move.
“Needy, aren’t we?” Jinguji chuckles, hot against Reia’s ear, possessive
arrogance drenching his words, as if Reia couldn’t just feel his heated cock
digging into his backside, hard and leaking.
It doesn’t matter, because Jinguji chooses that moment to start moving at last,
his length grinding against Reia’s ass, along the crack, and there is a dull
pulsing emptiness inside Reia that he doesn’t quite know what to make of, so he
just tries to bend a little bit forward, tries to force Jinguji in deeper.
“I… sorry… I don’t have… I didn’t bring anything…” Jinguji’s strangled words
have the decency to sound at least apologetic, or maybe regretful. But of
course, if this guy can’t be trusted to bring his own damned make-up remover
what are the chances that he carries around condoms and lube, Reia thinks, and
he almost smiles in irritation.
“Just like this, then,” he huffs instead, his hips snapping backwards and
countering Jinguji’s movements in a delicious syncopation. “Touch me…”
Holding both of Reia’s wrists with only one of his hands, Jinguji drags a fist
slowly down Reia’s chest, brushing one of Reia’s nipples on the way.
“You like that?” Jinguji asks when Reia arches violently at the touch, and
maybe he is too worked up by now to try to sound cool, but there is genuine
wonder in there, and Reia thinks he could do this again and again, just to hear
Jinguji’s voice sound like that once more.
"Yes..." Reia moans, almost sobbing into the wall, pleasure bubbling everywhere
as Jinguji's fingertips brush lightly against his pebbled skin. "But please...
please..." He tries to pry his hands away from Jinguji's grip, but all his
strength seems to have melted away along with his common sense and everything
else.
It's unexpected, but Jinguji complies almost immediately. When Jinguji's hand
finally closes around him Reia can feel its shaking, lust or need Reia doesn't
know, maybe even something else.
Jinguji is panting heavily into the skin of his neck, but it takes Reia a while
to notice the way Jinguji breathes in deep through his nose every time, to
grasp that Jinguji is getting off on the way Reia smells as much as anything
physical they are doing. And it makes him shiver.
“I want you so much…. want to be inside you so much…” Jinguji whispers; the way
he is rocking his hips, sharp and rough, tells Reia exactly how this would be
if Jinguji was indeed inside him, rolling deep movements as if he was really
fucking him while his hand jerks Reia off in synch with his thrusts.
Reia wants to answer, but he can’t articulate words, can’t even form coherent
thoughts, he can only feel as Jinguji speeds up, both his hips and his hand,
mumbling incoherencies mixed with moans that sound like broken syllables of
Reia’s name.
“Let go, Reia…” Jinguji grunts. His hot breath teases Reia’s ear, but his voice
is strained, tight, desperate. “Come for me…”
Reia doesn’t even think of resisting, his eyes rolling to the back of his head
when ecstasy overwhelms him. He bites his lip hard to muffle his moan as he
spurts into Jinguji’s hand.
He barely registers Jinguji’s stillness, the warmth of his release on Reia’s
tailbone sinking in only after some fuzzy seconds have passed by. When Reia
looks backwards, Jinguji’s look is glued to the mess on Reia’s skin, and though
he never would admit it, all of his blood sings at the unmistakable possession
in Jinguji’s eyes when he finally lets go of Reia’s wrists and drags an
unsteady finger through it, further smearing it down.
There are wet wipes on Reia’s bag, and he uses them to clean Jinguji’s hands
and his own body, deciding against a shower because he is tired as hell and he
just knows he would have to be fighting Jinguji all along to leave him alone.
They dress up in silence, but Reia feels certain heaviness in Jinguji’s lack of
words. It worries him a little, so he is kind of relieved when, once they are
ready to leave, Jinguji stops him as Reia goes for the dressing room door to
open it.
“Stay over… at my house…” Jinguji’s embarrassed blush could be considered
adorable, as well as the way he avoids Reia’s eyes and tries to sound
unaffected, to no avail. “Doesn’t have to be today… just someday. Lots of
days.”
A little giddiness fights its way up to Reia's stomach at Jinguji’s words. He
wonders if Jinguji knows what he sounds like he is asking, wonders if he
himself knows what he wants to answer. Then he looks into the fire of Jinguji’s
eyes, which finally are looking up from the floor, and his heart hammers in his
chest, and he is suddenly certain about everything.
“Yes,” Reia whispers, smiling.
"Of course you would..." Jinguji begins to say, cockiness suddenly back in full
swing, but Reia saves them both from it by kissing Jinguji really hard, and the
way Jinguji grabs at Reia’s clothes and clings to him is honest enough to
reassure Reia. “Okay…” Jinguji pants, eyes still closed, hands fisted on Reia’s
T-shirt at his waist. His voice again sounds full of wonder and Reia blushes as
his whole body fills with something kind of luminous.
Still, Reia giggles when Jinguji grabs his hand in the most aloof way he can
manage and drags Reia after him when he opens the door.... and they almost trip
on Genki.
Genki is sitting cross-legged on the floor, his back to the previously closed
door of the dressing room, music blasting so loud from his headphones that Reia
can hear the American artist’s voice singing even from this distance.
Then Genki takes off his headphones and stands up, his face beet red under his
fringe. He is pissed and embarrassed, and Reia wants to crawl into a hole in
the floor and die. Jinguji squeezes Reia's hand frantically, because he has
always had a weakness for Genki and even if he is not thoroughly affected
outwardly, Reia can imagine how he is shaking on the inside.
"You... both of you..." Genki hisses, managing to alternatively look at each of
them in the eye. “Owe me lunch for the rest of your lives. And if you ever
fight in front of everybody again I'm telling all of them what I was able to
hear even with my headphones on. Are we clear?”
Reia and Jinguji both nod guiltily and in silence, and watch Genki grab his bag
from the floor and walk toward the exit of the building. They nearly jump when
Genki turns around again.
“And for the love of everything… if there is a next time, lock the stupid
door!” Genki yells, blushes harder, then walks briskly away.
Reia stands and stares at the empty hallway for a while, then down to his hand,
to his fingers entwined with Jinguji’s. He sighs.
Of course there will be a next time, and he will have to remember to lock the
door.
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