Crossroad hearts: Chapter 5/8
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unmeiboyCrossroad hearts: Chapter 5/8
Fujigaya/Senga, Senga/Nikaido (Kis-My-Ft2)
In the end Taisuke is the one of them talking, completely uninterruptable; it turns out that he has been awake all night and had a lot of coffee on top of that. It results in that Kento doesn't get a chance to talk to him about Nikaido, not even when they get home, because Taisuke goes straight to bed and collapses without having dinner. So he ends up writing his reports anyway, pausing to tell Nikaido about his trip and say sorry for his brother showing up all of a sudden. Nikaido seems to be okay with it once he gets the design project explanation, and before he falls asleep he sends off a “goodnight” with a little heart attached, for the first time.
Kento takes it on himself to plan their first date, and it turns out to be a success. They start with a quick lunch at a cafe, before they get on a train; he doesn't tell Nikaido where they're going, but as they ride it gets more and more obvious what their destination is. There's a smile on his face even before they get to the amusement park, and Kento sighs in relief because what if Nikaido didn't like those kinds of things?
It turns out that he does; when asked he does admit that he finds roller-coasters a little scary if they're big, but he's good sport and rides them anyway. Kento thinks they're scary too, and they scream together and come back down all shaky, both of them. It serves as a nice excuse for a break after everything they ride that is fast and steep, and they laugh at themselves while sitting on whichever bench is closest to the attraction they just got off. They have so much fun that they don't realize that hours go by, and they're probably both a little tired and hungry when they decided to have crepes. They're delicious, much better than the ones Kento has had with Taisuke while out shopping, and the whole thing only gets better when Nikaido makes a mess of his own face when trying to eat it without a spoon.
Next Kento suggests the only roller-coaster they haven't been on yet, but it involves loops and Nikaido claims that he will throw up if he has to go on that after eating all that sugar and whipped cream. So they head for the haunted house, even though neither of them really want to. It's not a small one, and it's actually really scary; the staff has amazing make-up and the interior looks unbelievably real. Not that they have a chance to appreciate it until afterwards, though, because most of the time they're screaming and clinging to each others arms.
“Kenpi.” Nikaido's face is pale when they exit the building. “I thought I was going to die.”
“I'd never let you,” he winks, even though he had been exactly as frightened only minutes before.
“Can we do something that isn't scary now?” He sounds so cute that Kento can't stop himself from hugging him tight with a small laugh.
“Of course we can. Ferris wheel?”
Nikaido is looking down as they go up into the air, watches the people on the ground grow smaller and smaller.
“You know what, this is actually kind of scary,” he says, but he doesn't sound half as scared as after the ghosts.
“Look at me instead, then,” Kento suggest, and to his surprise, Nikaido does. It turns a little awkward for a second, but then he reaches for his hand, and Nikaido lets him take it, laces their fingers together. They're probably close to the top of the wheel when Kento leans forward and kisses him, sweet and short, but it's enough for Nikaido's eyes to change from slightly frightened to glittering with happiness. And Kento falls even deeper in love with him.
“Nika,” he says, “Nika, be my boyfriend?”
“If you'll be mine. Only mine.” Kento wants to poke him for saying stupid things, but all he does is press their lips together again, and when he does he feels the smile on Nikaido's against his.
He's on the way from the bathroom one night, having brushed his teeth and gotten ready for bed; it's so late that his parents said goodnight an hour ago, and he has stayed up with an assignment since the deadline is the following day. Then suddenly, right outside his own bedroom door, arms sneak around his waist and there's a couple of lips on his earlobe, then teeth, pulling softly on it.
“Kento, let me sleep with you tonight?” Even though Taisuke asks, breath hot against his ear, one of his hands are already on the lining of Kento's pajama pants, threatening to go lower.
“Taisuke, stop.” He takes hold of his wrists, forces them apart, then turns to face his brother instead. “I'm sorry, but no.”
Taisuke tilts his head a little, and damn it if he doesn't look pretty like that too, confused and questioning, but Kento has decided. He's not going to have sex with him anymore.
“Why?” he asks, too loudly, and Kento has no choice but to pull him into his room because they're in the corridor and there's nothing worse than their parents waking up to hear their conversation.
“Sit down.” Taisuke does, sits on his bed and watches as Kento turns his laptop off and comes to sit next to him. He's for some reason ridiculously nervous now that he's going to let Taisuke know about Nikaido, so much that he's shaking a little, sweat breaking out on his forehead, and he bites into his lower lip as he tries to get his words in order.
“What's up? Feeling sick?” Now he looks genuinely worried, so much that it almost makes him feel bad, and when Kento shakes his head, he places a hand on his thigh. Just a light touch. “Did you do something you shouldn't have?” He shakes his head again, and now the hand moves up a little, teasingly. “Come here,” he tries, looks at him with his bedroom eyes as he tries to pull him in for a kiss, but Kento puts his own hands on Taisuke's shoulders to keep him at a safe distance.
“Taisuke, I can't do this.” The words leave him before he has the time to think them through.
“But you haven't ever...” He looks shocked. Kento has never been opposed to this before.
“I have a boyfriend now.” The hold on him eases, and Taisuke's face goes blank for a couple seconds. “That's why I can't.”
“Oh.” He doesn't seem mad. Maybe a little disappointed, but he doesn't look hurt, either, and Kento exhales a deep breath he wasn't aware he was holding. “I'm sorry.”
“Taisuke, don't apologize. I didn't tell you, so how could you possibly know?” Hearing Taisuke say that he's sorry makes Kento feel bad, like he's letting his brother down, even though he knows very well that he shouldn't feel that way at all.
“It's Nika, isn't it?” he asks with a little smile, and Kento nods, can't keep from smiling himself. “Congrats. I'm glad for your sake, really. That he likes you the way you like him.”
And it's not until after that Taisuke hugs him, says sorry one more time, and leaves the room, that Kento recognizes the tiny bit of bitterness he must have failed to hide in his last sentence.
Taisuke doesn't bother him anymore; he still acts close and a little teasing, but he doesn't initiate anything anymore, doesn't sneak into his room at night, doesn't ask Kento to do things with or to him. A new designing project starts and he goes back to staying all night in the studio. It's a little lonely to have breakfast on his own, but apart from that Kento is fine with it. He spends more time with Nikaido, goes on a date every now and then, but mostly they're just like they've always been, ever since they became friends. They study together, play games, watch TV, really, the only difference is that now, they also go to bed together and don't make a big deal out of it. Nikaido's mom turned out to be as accepting as Kento's; they don't have to hide their relationship from either of their families, and it's all too good to be true. Nikaido's little sister is a little too nosy, though, but she's cute so they let her get away with it, and every time she finally leaves them alone she's wearing a smile that looks so much like Nikaido's that Kento sometimes teases him, says that if he had been straight he might have fallen in love with her instead. When he does, he always get a “ew, gross” and a grimace for answer, because it's his sister, and at those times, he feels that the secret he has to keep inside, the one about Taisuke, will be a lot more than just “gross” if Nikaido gets to know.
He doesn't ask, though, so Kento keeps quiet. It's not like there's a reason for him to ask, anyway. He hasn't had a single hickey since the last one faded, the one that was nearly gone when they kissed outside the school during lunch break.
They haven't gone much further than kissing. During the weekends they can make out all night, just kiss and whisper things and touch each other more innocently than Senga ever touched Taisuke while making out, but he doesn't want to push it, either. It seems like Nikaido's sister thinks they're going all the way already, keeps hinting that she hears them in the night, but she's just making it up, really.
Then suddenly one night, something changes, or maybe Nikaido just decides to go for it, and Kento finds himself on his back, Nikaido on top of him with a leg between his own, and the suddenness of it all has him rubbing up against the conveniently placed thigh. They've been in similar positions while making out, yes, but it's different now, Nikaido's lips on his neck, his hips grinding down a little, and Kento's hands find their way to his waist.
“Mm,” he sighs in pleasure, leans his head to the side to bare more of his neck, only to feel the warm lips on it gone. “You've never made a hickey, have you?”
Nikaido shakes his head. “Can I?”
“Yes,” and his voice sounds so desperate to his own ears that he's embarrassed. “It's okay if it's visible.”
Something changes in Nikaido's eyes at that, and Kento can't tell exactly what. It looks strange, different, but he isn't sure he hasn't seen it before, either. But then he ducks, back to his neck, gives a few sucking kisses before he settles at the base of his neck, a little to the side, then bites a little and sucks for real. The breathy moan that leaves his throat might have been one he should have kept in, he thinks, but then Nikaido grinds down harder, and his cock rather than his mind says that no, nope, he totally did the right thing to let Nikaido hear how good he feels.
Almost unconsciously they get a rhythm going, Nikaido rocking down and Kento meeting his thrusts, and it doesn't stop when Kento slides a hand down his torso, not until he reaches the edge of his underwear.
“Is it okay?” he asks in a whisper, carefully, waits for the nod before he slides his hand inside, wraps it around Nikaido's erection. He's harder than he would probably like to admit, much like Kento himself, but it's not a problem, not at all. He pushes the underwear out of the way, and with the first stroke Nikaido gives a shaky breath, millimeters from Kento's lips, probably having intended to kiss him but not quite being able to. “Relax,” he mumbles, places a kiss on his cheek instead, and Nikaido just breathes, eyes closed, and when Kento leans his head back against the pillow to look at him, his heart beats faster for more reasons than just his boyfriend and the way he makes his body reacts. Nikaido is so beautiful, so natural, and maybe that's exactly what makes it all so attractive; it's easy to see the pleasure on his face, every little movement reflects in both his expression and his breath, and Kento speeds his hand up to hear him more.
“Kenpi,” he moans, but not until his hips are flexing entirely on their own. “Kenpi, I...”
“Let go,” is all he responds, a soft whisper against his cheek, squeezes a little harder around his cock with the last strokes, and Nikaido comes, nearly choking on his breath as he does.
It takes a moment for his breath to calm down, and Kento strokes the hair out of his face when he opens his eyes.
“Wow,” he breathes, “just this is better with someone else.”
Kento laughs a little. “Told you so.”
“Sorry,” he says then, shifts his leg a little to feel Kento hard against it, “I should have thought of you too.”
“Don't say sorry,” and he moves his hand from Nikaido's hip, where he let it rest while waiting for him to come down, to his own cock, rubs it while he speaks, “I'm fine with waiting.”
“Let me try?” Nikaido says then, a curious tone in his voice, and Kento can't nod quickly enough.
It doesn't take very long for him to get off, with Nikaido trying his very best while sucking on his neck again; he only manages to finish a second mark on him before he's tensing, white spurting onto his own stomach.
“The last one turned out better, I think,” Nikaido smirks as he reaches for the tissues he keeps next to his bed, and Kento just replies that there's plenty of time to practice as he accepts a couple for himself, cleans himself up a little and throws them in the trashcan.
“You liked it?” he teases, foresees the blush that creeps onto Nikaido's cheeks.
“Yeah,” he smiles, tries to look cute and innocent, and he actually kind of succeeds. “... Wait, does this mean I'm not a virgin anymore?”
“Depends, I guess.” Kento pauses to think. He did have an orgasm that he didn't cause himself. Then again he isn't really sure what counts as virginity and what doesn't, either. “Maybe. There's still a lot of things to do, though,” and he winks at the end of his sentence. “Another day.”
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Fujigaya/Senga, Senga/Nikaido (Kis-My-Ft2)
In the end Taisuke is the one of them talking, completely uninterruptable; it turns out that he has been awake all night and had a lot of coffee on top of that. It results in that Kento doesn't get a chance to talk to him about Nikaido, not even when they get home, because Taisuke goes straight to bed and collapses without having dinner. So he ends up writing his reports anyway, pausing to tell Nikaido about his trip and say sorry for his brother showing up all of a sudden. Nikaido seems to be okay with it once he gets the design project explanation, and before he falls asleep he sends off a “goodnight” with a little heart attached, for the first time.
Kento takes it on himself to plan their first date, and it turns out to be a success. They start with a quick lunch at a cafe, before they get on a train; he doesn't tell Nikaido where they're going, but as they ride it gets more and more obvious what their destination is. There's a smile on his face even before they get to the amusement park, and Kento sighs in relief because what if Nikaido didn't like those kinds of things?
It turns out that he does; when asked he does admit that he finds roller-coasters a little scary if they're big, but he's good sport and rides them anyway. Kento thinks they're scary too, and they scream together and come back down all shaky, both of them. It serves as a nice excuse for a break after everything they ride that is fast and steep, and they laugh at themselves while sitting on whichever bench is closest to the attraction they just got off. They have so much fun that they don't realize that hours go by, and they're probably both a little tired and hungry when they decided to have crepes. They're delicious, much better than the ones Kento has had with Taisuke while out shopping, and the whole thing only gets better when Nikaido makes a mess of his own face when trying to eat it without a spoon.
Next Kento suggests the only roller-coaster they haven't been on yet, but it involves loops and Nikaido claims that he will throw up if he has to go on that after eating all that sugar and whipped cream. So they head for the haunted house, even though neither of them really want to. It's not a small one, and it's actually really scary; the staff has amazing make-up and the interior looks unbelievably real. Not that they have a chance to appreciate it until afterwards, though, because most of the time they're screaming and clinging to each others arms.
“Kenpi.” Nikaido's face is pale when they exit the building. “I thought I was going to die.”
“I'd never let you,” he winks, even though he had been exactly as frightened only minutes before.
“Can we do something that isn't scary now?” He sounds so cute that Kento can't stop himself from hugging him tight with a small laugh.
“Of course we can. Ferris wheel?”
Nikaido is looking down as they go up into the air, watches the people on the ground grow smaller and smaller.
“You know what, this is actually kind of scary,” he says, but he doesn't sound half as scared as after the ghosts.
“Look at me instead, then,” Kento suggest, and to his surprise, Nikaido does. It turns a little awkward for a second, but then he reaches for his hand, and Nikaido lets him take it, laces their fingers together. They're probably close to the top of the wheel when Kento leans forward and kisses him, sweet and short, but it's enough for Nikaido's eyes to change from slightly frightened to glittering with happiness. And Kento falls even deeper in love with him.
“Nika,” he says, “Nika, be my boyfriend?”
“If you'll be mine. Only mine.” Kento wants to poke him for saying stupid things, but all he does is press their lips together again, and when he does he feels the smile on Nikaido's against his.
-
He's on the way from the bathroom one night, having brushed his teeth and gotten ready for bed; it's so late that his parents said goodnight an hour ago, and he has stayed up with an assignment since the deadline is the following day. Then suddenly, right outside his own bedroom door, arms sneak around his waist and there's a couple of lips on his earlobe, then teeth, pulling softly on it.
“Kento, let me sleep with you tonight?” Even though Taisuke asks, breath hot against his ear, one of his hands are already on the lining of Kento's pajama pants, threatening to go lower.
“Taisuke, stop.” He takes hold of his wrists, forces them apart, then turns to face his brother instead. “I'm sorry, but no.”
Taisuke tilts his head a little, and damn it if he doesn't look pretty like that too, confused and questioning, but Kento has decided. He's not going to have sex with him anymore.
“Why?” he asks, too loudly, and Kento has no choice but to pull him into his room because they're in the corridor and there's nothing worse than their parents waking up to hear their conversation.
“Sit down.” Taisuke does, sits on his bed and watches as Kento turns his laptop off and comes to sit next to him. He's for some reason ridiculously nervous now that he's going to let Taisuke know about Nikaido, so much that he's shaking a little, sweat breaking out on his forehead, and he bites into his lower lip as he tries to get his words in order.
“What's up? Feeling sick?” Now he looks genuinely worried, so much that it almost makes him feel bad, and when Kento shakes his head, he places a hand on his thigh. Just a light touch. “Did you do something you shouldn't have?” He shakes his head again, and now the hand moves up a little, teasingly. “Come here,” he tries, looks at him with his bedroom eyes as he tries to pull him in for a kiss, but Kento puts his own hands on Taisuke's shoulders to keep him at a safe distance.
“Taisuke, I can't do this.” The words leave him before he has the time to think them through.
“But you haven't ever...” He looks shocked. Kento has never been opposed to this before.
“I have a boyfriend now.” The hold on him eases, and Taisuke's face goes blank for a couple seconds. “That's why I can't.”
“Oh.” He doesn't seem mad. Maybe a little disappointed, but he doesn't look hurt, either, and Kento exhales a deep breath he wasn't aware he was holding. “I'm sorry.”
“Taisuke, don't apologize. I didn't tell you, so how could you possibly know?” Hearing Taisuke say that he's sorry makes Kento feel bad, like he's letting his brother down, even though he knows very well that he shouldn't feel that way at all.
“It's Nika, isn't it?” he asks with a little smile, and Kento nods, can't keep from smiling himself. “Congrats. I'm glad for your sake, really. That he likes you the way you like him.”
And it's not until after that Taisuke hugs him, says sorry one more time, and leaves the room, that Kento recognizes the tiny bit of bitterness he must have failed to hide in his last sentence.
-
Taisuke doesn't bother him anymore; he still acts close and a little teasing, but he doesn't initiate anything anymore, doesn't sneak into his room at night, doesn't ask Kento to do things with or to him. A new designing project starts and he goes back to staying all night in the studio. It's a little lonely to have breakfast on his own, but apart from that Kento is fine with it. He spends more time with Nikaido, goes on a date every now and then, but mostly they're just like they've always been, ever since they became friends. They study together, play games, watch TV, really, the only difference is that now, they also go to bed together and don't make a big deal out of it. Nikaido's mom turned out to be as accepting as Kento's; they don't have to hide their relationship from either of their families, and it's all too good to be true. Nikaido's little sister is a little too nosy, though, but she's cute so they let her get away with it, and every time she finally leaves them alone she's wearing a smile that looks so much like Nikaido's that Kento sometimes teases him, says that if he had been straight he might have fallen in love with her instead. When he does, he always get a “ew, gross” and a grimace for answer, because it's his sister, and at those times, he feels that the secret he has to keep inside, the one about Taisuke, will be a lot more than just “gross” if Nikaido gets to know.
He doesn't ask, though, so Kento keeps quiet. It's not like there's a reason for him to ask, anyway. He hasn't had a single hickey since the last one faded, the one that was nearly gone when they kissed outside the school during lunch break.
They haven't gone much further than kissing. During the weekends they can make out all night, just kiss and whisper things and touch each other more innocently than Senga ever touched Taisuke while making out, but he doesn't want to push it, either. It seems like Nikaido's sister thinks they're going all the way already, keeps hinting that she hears them in the night, but she's just making it up, really.
Then suddenly one night, something changes, or maybe Nikaido just decides to go for it, and Kento finds himself on his back, Nikaido on top of him with a leg between his own, and the suddenness of it all has him rubbing up against the conveniently placed thigh. They've been in similar positions while making out, yes, but it's different now, Nikaido's lips on his neck, his hips grinding down a little, and Kento's hands find their way to his waist.
“Mm,” he sighs in pleasure, leans his head to the side to bare more of his neck, only to feel the warm lips on it gone. “You've never made a hickey, have you?”
Nikaido shakes his head. “Can I?”
“Yes,” and his voice sounds so desperate to his own ears that he's embarrassed. “It's okay if it's visible.”
Something changes in Nikaido's eyes at that, and Kento can't tell exactly what. It looks strange, different, but he isn't sure he hasn't seen it before, either. But then he ducks, back to his neck, gives a few sucking kisses before he settles at the base of his neck, a little to the side, then bites a little and sucks for real. The breathy moan that leaves his throat might have been one he should have kept in, he thinks, but then Nikaido grinds down harder, and his cock rather than his mind says that no, nope, he totally did the right thing to let Nikaido hear how good he feels.
Almost unconsciously they get a rhythm going, Nikaido rocking down and Kento meeting his thrusts, and it doesn't stop when Kento slides a hand down his torso, not until he reaches the edge of his underwear.
“Is it okay?” he asks in a whisper, carefully, waits for the nod before he slides his hand inside, wraps it around Nikaido's erection. He's harder than he would probably like to admit, much like Kento himself, but it's not a problem, not at all. He pushes the underwear out of the way, and with the first stroke Nikaido gives a shaky breath, millimeters from Kento's lips, probably having intended to kiss him but not quite being able to. “Relax,” he mumbles, places a kiss on his cheek instead, and Nikaido just breathes, eyes closed, and when Kento leans his head back against the pillow to look at him, his heart beats faster for more reasons than just his boyfriend and the way he makes his body reacts. Nikaido is so beautiful, so natural, and maybe that's exactly what makes it all so attractive; it's easy to see the pleasure on his face, every little movement reflects in both his expression and his breath, and Kento speeds his hand up to hear him more.
“Kenpi,” he moans, but not until his hips are flexing entirely on their own. “Kenpi, I...”
“Let go,” is all he responds, a soft whisper against his cheek, squeezes a little harder around his cock with the last strokes, and Nikaido comes, nearly choking on his breath as he does.
It takes a moment for his breath to calm down, and Kento strokes the hair out of his face when he opens his eyes.
“Wow,” he breathes, “just this is better with someone else.”
Kento laughs a little. “Told you so.”
“Sorry,” he says then, shifts his leg a little to feel Kento hard against it, “I should have thought of you too.”
“Don't say sorry,” and he moves his hand from Nikaido's hip, where he let it rest while waiting for him to come down, to his own cock, rubs it while he speaks, “I'm fine with waiting.”
“Let me try?” Nikaido says then, a curious tone in his voice, and Kento can't nod quickly enough.
It doesn't take very long for him to get off, with Nikaido trying his very best while sucking on his neck again; he only manages to finish a second mark on him before he's tensing, white spurting onto his own stomach.
“The last one turned out better, I think,” Nikaido smirks as he reaches for the tissues he keeps next to his bed, and Kento just replies that there's plenty of time to practice as he accepts a couple for himself, cleans himself up a little and throws them in the trashcan.
“You liked it?” he teases, foresees the blush that creeps onto Nikaido's cheeks.
“Yeah,” he smiles, tries to look cute and innocent, and he actually kind of succeeds. “... Wait, does this mean I'm not a virgin anymore?”
“Depends, I guess.” Kento pauses to think. He did have an orgasm that he didn't cause himself. Then again he isn't really sure what counts as virginity and what doesn't, either. “Maybe. There's still a lot of things to do, though,” and he winks at the end of his sentence. “Another day.”
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