A bunch of fics inspired by the Johnny's Entertainment 2008-09 Countdown.
Warnings: Ratings go from G up to NC-17. Un-beta'd. Tegoshi topping Hina. All various lengths, porny ones are longer.
Unexpected
It takes all of his will power to keep on talking as Nagase wraps his arms around him from behind and presses up against his back. Frantic thoughts rush through his head; This is live, this is live, keep on smiling, shit this is live. He's pretty sure he looked like a deer caught in headlights as the camera panned to him and he had to force coherent sentences out of his mouth. And he's quite certain Nagase felt his rapid heart beat, small but fast thuds, against the arm that he had draped across Jun's chest.
He was caught off guard, it's not his fault. He can't be blamed for looking like a complete idiot when someone as gorgeous as Tomoya Nagase is breathing on your neck from behind.
As soon as the camera cut to Sho with News he felt a clap on his back quickly followed by a pinch to his cheek. Turning around he sees Yamaguchi and Taichi grinning back at him with identical knowing looks.
“Our kouhai's pretty cute right Gussan?” Taichi asks cheekily, cocking his head to the side enough that his bowler hat slip slightly.
“Well, Tomo-kun seems to think so,” Yamaguchi's smile grows as Taichi chuckles.
Jun blushes and quickly looks towards Nagase, but he's not even facing their direction anymore. His head bowed close to Tsubasa as the two of them talk animatedly. Yamaguchi makes a humming sound at the back of his throat and throws an arm around Taichi's shoulders as they both wander away over to the two men.
Jun panics as he sees Taichi say something to Nagase, who lifts his head up and immediately locks eyes with Jun. He blinks a couple of times, then grins stupidly, before winking very obviously and exaggeratedly.
Jun quite nearly falls off the stage.
Not a Year too Soon
When he hears his name announced over the loud speaker, echoing throughout the large venue, his knees almost buckle. When he starts to sing, he worries he's going to trip or forget the lyrics and feels his head pounding. When he introduces Arashi, shouting with pure delight down his mic, he nearly whimpers out loud.
Of course he's stronger now and holds it all in. With his recent solo cons he can finally and truly say he's back. Uchi Hiroki is back and he's better. If he does say so himself.
But nothing can compare to right now. Running around the dome, the spot light more or less off him, catching Ryo's eye as he sprints past and feeling various pats on his back from numerous sempai's.
Being back to back with both Kanjani8 and News, he knows he's home at last. But that doesn't stop himself from narrowly throwing up on B.A.D backstage.
Heart Problems
As they sing, Sho casually slides his eyes to the left to watch Shige for a split second. He's already close to the other man, leaning on his shoulder in simple camaraderie as they both sing in synch. He can't help but wonder why this feels so right. Standing so close to his kouhai. Standing so close to Shige.
His thoughts are a million miles away, currently occupied by how warm Shige feels under him, but the song comes to him automatically so he thankfully doesn't make any slip ups.
The section of the medley is brief and, before he knows it, he's on the cart singing Sakura Sake way across at the other end of the venue. He wants to risk a glance backwards and he's not sure why until he realises it's because Shige's back there somewhere.
The arm that he used to lean on Shige's shoulder tingles all throughout the rest of the medley. He briefly fears he's having a heart attack. He shakes his arm a bit, clenching and un-clenching his hand, to try and make the strange sensation go away.
He's a bit freaked out until Ohno mouths an, “Are you ok?” over to him and it dawns on him that he really needs to pull himself together. They're in the middle of a concert that's being broadcast live and he doubts he is actually having a heart attack, he's a fit guy. Even though his heart has been beating unusually fast ever since he was standing next to Shige. Sort of erratic and irregular, but it's not from adrenaline because Sho is familiar with that sort of heart beat.
Maybe he should talk to Shige about it after they're all finished. After all he's an intelligent man and Sho has this crazy and foreign urge to be close to him again anyway.
Isolated
Tsubasa glues his eyes to the big screen to watch Hideaki's performance. Seeing him sing and dance, as well as fly Tsubasa chuckles to himself, he can't help but feel alone despite being surrounded by his friends and fans. He feels a dull ache in his chest as watches, fingers tingling as he craves to touch his partners face and rake a hand through his soft hair.
He's startled out of his thoughts when someone clasps him on the shoulder, leaning over close and lips just shy of touching the shell of his ear.
“Missing someone?”
Tsubasa turns his head slightly and smiles at Nagase's raised eyebrows.
“I should be there with him,” He gestures to the screen with a jerk of his thumb. Hideaki's gorgeous smiling face high above them all, illuminating the arena better than any lighting could ever do.
“Too right. He's obviously gone insane without you,” Nagase barks out a laugh and leans back, attempting to ruffle Tsubasa's short hair before bounding off.
Tsubasa can't wait to get home and finally be where he wants to be on New Years day, with who he wants.
A Disappointment
It's really hard to look anywhere but Jun when he's performing, and It's not because of the pink glittery stage costume that really seems to accentuate his backside. He's sort of intimidating when he's on stage. He seems to get ten times bigger and Ryo feels like he should be really looking up at him. Well, more so than he is already.
Ryo battles with himself. One half of him wants to lean in closer to the other man whilst the other half wants to take a step back, putting as much distance between the two of them. So in the end he comes across as a bit scared looking, his conflicted emotions evident, and sort of unsure what to do with himself.
When it's done, he is relieved. It was good. They looked and sounded good. All was good. Even though they sung what was only about 30 seconds of Love so Sweet, he felt as if he'd just completed a whole concert and encore. Thoroughly drained.
Yet watching Jun later on, sing Daite Senorita and lean in close to Jin, he feels like punching something. Especially when Jin doesn't look anywhere near as visibly flustered as Ryo was at Jun's close proximity. Laughing along with the other man and enjoying the moment. Ryo curses to himself under his breath as he realises he was too damn nervous to enjoy it, to really put his all into it. To make Jun proud.
He feels like an idiot.
Looking Forward
“You looked even more out of place than usual,” Subaru shouts across the room and points accusingly at Ryo.
“I feel as if I should be offended,” Ryo murmurs to himself as he struggles to open the champagne bottle. Placing it between his legs and gripping at the neck. Veins popping up in his arms as he grits his teeth and barks at Yoko, “I can do it myself.”
Subaru continues regardless, “In your nice black jacket and blue trousers. You did see the shit we had to walk out in right?”
“Oi, I ended up matching you guys in the end. Stop bitching,” Ryo manages to pop the cork and quickly ushers Maru over with some glasses as the champagne begins to fizz out the top.
“Just ignore Subaru, Ryo-chan. You know he just likes you all to himself,” Yasu giggles and Subaru pulls his hair, earning a shriek from the guitarist.
“You get so grumpy every Countdown,” Ryo stalks over to offer him a glass of champagne but Subaru just snatches the bottle out of his hands. Ryo rolls his eyes as Subaru brings it up to his lips and takes a few large gulps, “What's up with that?”
“It's just every New Year...” He trails off, quickly realising that he now, unfortunately, has everyones complete attention. Dammit. Taking a deep breath he continues, looking down and playing with the label that's peeling off on the champagne bottle.
“I can't help but feel that all this could so easily be taken from us. We may not have another fantastic year ahead of us you know,” Subaru spits bitterly.
“So fucking pessimistic!” Subaru gets whacked round the head by a rather pissed off Hina looking down at him, hands on his hips. Subaru meekly looks up in time to see the annoyance slip away from Hina's face.
“We arn't going anywhere, right?” Hina says gently as he nods to each of the men dotted round the room. Each one smiling back sincerely with warm and loving eyes that seem to hold so many unspoken promises.
Subaru tries to frown but can't stop the smile from blossoming across his face. He stands up abruptly and growls, which looks really odd considering he's practically glowing with happiness.
“Whatever, lets get drunk,” The room erupts into cheers and Yasu throws himself onto Subaru's back, yelling Happy New Year as loud as he can.
Together
When they hear they'll be singing together, Nagase lets out a whoop and Okada smiles as the man loops an arm around his shoulders and drags him off to tell their band mates. Band mates that probably wont give a shit, but he'll humour Nagase for now as it's kind of sweet seeing him so excited. Plus it makes him all nostalgic for Tiger & Dragon.
When it comes to the day of the Countdown, they don't see each other until both V6 and TOKIO are in the venue actually during the live broadcast. And the two of them don't even speak until they're just about to sing together.
The thought of singing and dancing to Seishun Amigo seemed to be a lot more appealing than actually doing it if they're honest.
It will sort of be a miracle if they pull this off but neither of them really care that much. It's just nice for the two of them to be singing together. Side by side again. Toraji and Ryuji.
The camera cuts to them and he tries not to look over in Nagase's direction as they start. But he can see him, all long limbs and awkwardness, out the corner of his eye and he quickly dissolves into soft giggles at Nagase's poor attempt at dancing in synch to the song.
He does manage to collect himself before he can full out snort, point and mock though. After all, the song hasn't finished yet and he's a professional. Unfortunately, he makes the mistake of taking a quick glance over again and this time catches Nagase's eye. He completely crumbles. As soon as the song stops, they're both laughing uncontrollably.
He'll have to treat Nagase to a beer or two after this, just for completely making his night.
Picture Perfect
He could feel Matsuoka's eyes on him. Not looking away for almost the entire section of song they had to sing. He laughed awkwardly and with a rather large smirk from Matsuoka in response, that seemed to be it.
Now that the Countdown is done and dusted for another year, Ohkura finds himself swerving and dodging various staff and juniors backstage. Everyone is in a fantastic mood. Pulling party poppers, hugging and laughing at the top of their lungs. He can hardly hear himself think, but it's nice. He steps out of the way for a group of staff pushing a big rack of costumes and feels a small tug on his arm only to then be yanked rather forcefully into a warm body.
“You know, you looked really pretty on stage,” Ohkura bristles at the pretty comment and manages to angle himself so he's looking at Matsuoka's face. Seeing as he is somehow bent at the knees with his arms wrapped around Matsouka's waist and nose just shy of being pressed into his arm pit. But the other man already has his sun glasses back on again and Ohkura cannot tell for the life of him what's running through his head.
He's forced down the hallway and into an empty room. He's about to protest when Mabo pushes him up against the wall, hands on either side of his head supporting him as he leans in close to Ohkura. Faces mere inches apart. Ohkura really wishes he could see Matsuoka's eyes and begins to tilt his head, intending to meet Matsuoka's lips in a kiss, when the other man steps away. Ohkura furrows his brow and feels his face burn. Wasn't that what he wanted?
Matsuoka's hands go straight to Ohkura's waist. Pulling at his belt buckle and sliding the belt out of the loops with a snap. Ohkura's trousers already start to slide over sharp hips and all Mabo has to do is pop open the first few buttons and his trousers drop down to his ankles. Ohkura lets out an unmanly squawk and goes to pull them back up but is halted when Matsuoka grabs at one of his wrists, only to then yank down Ohkura's boxers with his other.
Ohkura is already embarrassingly aroused, turning his face to the side in an attempt to hide. Matsuoka grabs him by the chin and turns his face back around. Running a thumb over his bottom lip.
“None of that, ok?”
He grabs Ohkura's cock and strokes him until he's fully hard in his hand. Twitching, warm and thick in his palm. Ohkura shudders and lets out a shaky breath. He thumbs the slit, rubbing the head and smearing pre-cum down his length. Ohkura gasps and clutches at Matsuoka's strong shoulders as he continues to move his hand up and down.
“Matsuoka,” The TOKIO drummer looks up and continues pumping for another second before sliding the sunglasses up onto his head with his free hand and leaning in to capture Ohkura's lips with his own. Drinking in and swallowing the younger mans moan as he reaches orgasm, coming in Matsuoka's hand.
Matsuoka steps back to look over Ohkura with a critical eye, crossing his arms and humming to himself.
Legs trembling and fingers grasping at the wall to hold himself up.
Cum dripping down his bare legs.
Face completely flushed and breathing heavily.
He ticks the imaginery boxes one by one.
“Much better,” He nods to himself, “I prefer you hot and sexy.” He smirks again, much like the one he gave on stage, and Ohkura drops to the floor.
Devil Child
Tegoshi pushes Hina forcefully into his apartment.
Hina hazily thinks he should be doing something about the situation and at least regain some control because, hell, it's sort of embarrassing. He thought Tegoshi was just messing around when he pushed his mic back to his lips on stage at the Countdown. Caught up in the moment and enjoying being around the other guys he wouldn't normally get to see very often. But Hina noticed his eyes were a little more darker than he expected and the grip on his arm was tighter then need be.
It was an hour into a heavy celebratory drinking session that he found himself being lead away by the younger man. Feet wobbly and steps all over the place, too drunk to care where he was being taken. Maybe he really should of cared on hindsight.
Tegoshi molds himself against Hina, sliding his hands up under his t-shirt to skim across the hard muscles of Hina's abdomen before gripping the fabric and pulling the shirt over the other man's head. Almost straight away he attaches himself to Hina's lips and is prying the other man's mouth open.
With tongues bumping messily against each other, Hina reaches round to grab at the denim clad flesh of Tegoshi's backside, squeezing hard and pulling Tegoshi's lower half sharply against his.
Hina moves backwards until he feels the edge of the sofa bump into the back of his legs, and falls down bringing Tegoshi on top of him. Mouths still connected, Tegoshi begins to unbutton Hina's trousers, deliberately brushing against the very obvious bulge which makes Hina's breath hitch. The Kanjani8 member lifts his hips up so Tegoshi can yank his trousers and his boxers off, not about to waste any more time.
Tegoshi breaks the kiss in favour of climbing off the sofa to lift his own shirt over his head. Hina looks on, entranced by Tegoshi's gorgeous body as he slides his jeans down his thighs. Hina's cock twitches as Tegoshi exposes his erection, hard and weeping with pre-cum already, never once breaking eye contact with Hina.
Leaning down, Tegoshi grasps at a small tube sticking out the pocket of his jacket on the floor. He quickly pops the cap and coats his fingers before climbing back onto the sofa and sitting on his knees in front of Hina who's spread out and waiting for him to do something.
Hina looks on in wonder. Shit, he's really going to get fucked by Tegoshi. His head swims from arousal and the alcohol, eyesight blurry as he tries to keep focus on what Tegoshi is doing. He sort of feels a bit vulnerable but really can't bring himself to stop the younger man.
He feels Tegoshi's small cold hands on both of his thighs, pushing them further apart. Slipping slightly as he leaves a trail of lubricant behind, until one hand disappears and Hina can feel a slicked finger pushing into him. He squirms, it's not particularly painful as Tegoshi seems to be taking his time, but it does feel sort of weird. After all, he's never been on this end of things before.
Tegoshi leans over to take Hina's bottom lip between his teeth. Sucking it into his mouth to try and draw some of Hina's attention away as he adds another finger. Bending slightly at the knuckle, he brushes against something deep inside of the other man that makes him arch off the sofa, pulling away from Tegoshi's lips to throw his head back and let out a low but lengthy moan.
“There. Right there. Do it again,” He grasps at Tegoshi's shoulders, pleading with a slur of words as he digs his fingers in leaving small crescent shapes in Tegoshi's skin and clamps his eyes shut. Tegoshi kisses the crinkles at the side of Hina's eyes and chuckles as he withdraws his fingers.
“Murakami-kun is surprisingly submissive. I was sort of hoping for a challenge,” Hina wants to retort, smack the the annoying blond on the side of the head but can't move his arms or his jaw.
Tegoshi nudges at Hina's strong legs and the other man immediately draws them up against his body. Hina sucks in a breath as he feels the head of Tegoshi's erection start to push into him. He clamps around the other man unconsciously and wills himself to relax, slowly but surely opening to the intrusion. Tegoshi stills as he manages to push more than half of himself into the other man, but his chest is heaving. Beads of sweat glisten all over his body, making the red patches that are so stark against his otherwise perfect skin more apparent.
“Come on kid, fuck me already,” Hina growls out and yanks at Tegoshi's hair, looping his legs around Tegoshi's waist, pulling him in deeper.
Tegoshi beings to move, shallow thrusts and Hina relents with his hold so he can move more freely. As soon as he does so, Tegoshi slams hard into Hina drawing an almost scream from the older man.
“Don't tell me what to do,” Tegoshi attempts to say sweetly but his voice is scratchy and husky.
He builds up a fast rhythm. Filling Hina up with as much of him as possible and attempting to smash their mouths together as Hina bends up towards him. Lips barely making much contact, ghosting against each other and breathing hot air as both men gasp and moan.
Hina trails his hands down his stomach to grasp at his straining erection, pumping in time with each connection Tegoshi makes with his prostate. Tegoshi's movements soon become more erratic, far removed from the confident and precise man from just a few moments before. He grips Hina's hips as he jerks, coming hot inside the other man and letting out an absolutely delicious noise. Just the sight is enough to send Hina over the edge and he follows, releasing messily over both of their stomachs.
“I'm always in control, ne?” Tegoshi breaths out into the side of Hina's neck.
All Hina can do is nod before he loses consciousness.
30 Years Young
“So cute. I'm going to frame this and put it on my wall,” Tsuyoshi mumbles as he holds the picture of a young Koichi up at eye level. Koichi hums in acknowledgement as he busies himself with taking off his foundation. Fringe tied on the top of his head and stray hairs on either side of his head clipped back.
“It's a shame what he grew into,” Tsuyoshi says loudly, intending for the preening idol over by the makeup table to hear.
“Like you ever complain,” Koichi retorts, looking back at him in the mirror with a small smile on his face.
“True,” Tsuyoshi walks up behind Koichi and looks at the two of them in the mirror.
“We're getting old,” Koichi sighs and takes the clips out of his hair. The soft strands falling back into place, feathering around his cheeks and jaw.
“You're only as old as you feel. And I feel about 18 right now,” Tsuyoshi bends down to wrap his arms around Koichi's shoulders. Turning his face at an angle to press his lips against the side of Koichi's neck.
Koichi reaches up to place a hand over Tsuyoshi's joined ones that rest over his heart. Rubbing small circles on the soft skin as he watches Tsuyoshi nuzzle his jaw, visibly passive as he looks on at the two of them in the mirror. Noticing Koichi isn't responding to his touch Tsuyoshi lets out a sigh.
“What do you want me to say?”
“Say we'll get old together,” Koichi responds simply.
“I don't need to say that because you know it's true,” Tsuyoshi explains but only Koichi grips harder at his hand and a pained expression washes over his face.
“We'll get old together. I'll still be right next to you when you need help to the toilet and keep your teeth in a glass next to your bed, ok?”
Koichi nods and lets out a shaky breath. Tsuyoshi spins the chair round and gathers him into a a huge hug, he fleetingly thinks he never wants to let go. So maybe he wont.
The Real Party
Their hands connect a lot harder than either intended, yet they squeeze tight and hold on for as long as possible considering they're in two moving carts going in opposite directions. If Yoko's honest with himself, he'd admit that it took a lot for him not to pull Aiba down and into his arms. As probably fatal as that would most likely of turned out.
After the show has ended, they both spend enough time with their respective bands so that when it comes to sneaking away no one really notices or cares. They bump into each other in a hallway bustling with staff, both on their way to meet the other. Aiba grabs at Yoko's hand and pulls him along as they divert down a corridor that takes them to a bunch of empty rooms far away from the noise. Aiba giggles as he yanks Yoko through a door into a room, making him stumble as they cross over the threshold.
Aiba flops down onto the empty sofa, grinning up at Yoko as he locks the door and makes his way over. He falls down heavily next to Aiba and lets out a loud groan. The tension from the night finally easing away as he lets comfort wash over him.
“Fun, ne?” Aiba pecks Yoko on the cheek.
“Fun,” Yoko agrees and wraps his arm around Aiba, pulling the man into him. Yawning slightly into his hair, he runs his fingers up Aiba's right arm absentmindedly.
“This is my favourite part so far though,” Aiba says curled up against Yoko's side, right hand gently resting on the other mans stomach.
“So lame,” Yoko chuckles, easing Aiba's face up so he can kiss him fully on the lips. Just as he's losing himself in the kiss, feeling the familiar warmth spread throughout his body, Aiba pulls away with a wet smack and an “Oh!”
He rummages around in his back pocket, pulling out a screwed up napkin and shoving it under Yoko's nose.
“We had cake in our dressing room, I saved you some,” Yoko looks from Aiba's smiling face back down to the lumpy round thing in his hand.
“But you were sitting on it,” He says slowly, trying to keep the disgust out of his voice as he tries to back away.
“It's still good!” Aiba unwraps it and reveals what was once a slice of chocolate cake, “Ok maybe not.”
They both laugh as they look at the mess until Aiba cheekily says, “But if you loved me, you'd eat it.”
Yoko pauses for a moment before bending his head down and taking a big chunk of crumbly cake into his mouth.
“Gross!” Aiba shrieks, but still eagerly presses his mouth against Yoko's. Opening wide and tasting the chocolate on his tongue, he melts into the other man's embrace and begins to almost vibrating from happiness. Definitely his favourite part so far.
Warnings: Ratings go from G up to NC-17. Un-beta'd. Tegoshi topping Hina. All various lengths, porny ones are longer.
Unexpected
It takes all of his will power to keep on talking as Nagase wraps his arms around him from behind and presses up against his back. Frantic thoughts rush through his head; This is live, this is live, keep on smiling, shit this is live. He's pretty sure he looked like a deer caught in headlights as the camera panned to him and he had to force coherent sentences out of his mouth. And he's quite certain Nagase felt his rapid heart beat, small but fast thuds, against the arm that he had draped across Jun's chest.
He was caught off guard, it's not his fault. He can't be blamed for looking like a complete idiot when someone as gorgeous as Tomoya Nagase is breathing on your neck from behind.
As soon as the camera cut to Sho with News he felt a clap on his back quickly followed by a pinch to his cheek. Turning around he sees Yamaguchi and Taichi grinning back at him with identical knowing looks.
“Our kouhai's pretty cute right Gussan?” Taichi asks cheekily, cocking his head to the side enough that his bowler hat slip slightly.
“Well, Tomo-kun seems to think so,” Yamaguchi's smile grows as Taichi chuckles.
Jun blushes and quickly looks towards Nagase, but he's not even facing their direction anymore. His head bowed close to Tsubasa as the two of them talk animatedly. Yamaguchi makes a humming sound at the back of his throat and throws an arm around Taichi's shoulders as they both wander away over to the two men.
Jun panics as he sees Taichi say something to Nagase, who lifts his head up and immediately locks eyes with Jun. He blinks a couple of times, then grins stupidly, before winking very obviously and exaggeratedly.
Jun quite nearly falls off the stage.
Not a Year too Soon
When he hears his name announced over the loud speaker, echoing throughout the large venue, his knees almost buckle. When he starts to sing, he worries he's going to trip or forget the lyrics and feels his head pounding. When he introduces Arashi, shouting with pure delight down his mic, he nearly whimpers out loud.
Of course he's stronger now and holds it all in. With his recent solo cons he can finally and truly say he's back. Uchi Hiroki is back and he's better. If he does say so himself.
But nothing can compare to right now. Running around the dome, the spot light more or less off him, catching Ryo's eye as he sprints past and feeling various pats on his back from numerous sempai's.
Being back to back with both Kanjani8 and News, he knows he's home at last. But that doesn't stop himself from narrowly throwing up on B.A.D backstage.
Heart Problems
As they sing, Sho casually slides his eyes to the left to watch Shige for a split second. He's already close to the other man, leaning on his shoulder in simple camaraderie as they both sing in synch. He can't help but wonder why this feels so right. Standing so close to his kouhai. Standing so close to Shige.
His thoughts are a million miles away, currently occupied by how warm Shige feels under him, but the song comes to him automatically so he thankfully doesn't make any slip ups.
The section of the medley is brief and, before he knows it, he's on the cart singing Sakura Sake way across at the other end of the venue. He wants to risk a glance backwards and he's not sure why until he realises it's because Shige's back there somewhere.
The arm that he used to lean on Shige's shoulder tingles all throughout the rest of the medley. He briefly fears he's having a heart attack. He shakes his arm a bit, clenching and un-clenching his hand, to try and make the strange sensation go away.
He's a bit freaked out until Ohno mouths an, “Are you ok?” over to him and it dawns on him that he really needs to pull himself together. They're in the middle of a concert that's being broadcast live and he doubts he is actually having a heart attack, he's a fit guy. Even though his heart has been beating unusually fast ever since he was standing next to Shige. Sort of erratic and irregular, but it's not from adrenaline because Sho is familiar with that sort of heart beat.
Maybe he should talk to Shige about it after they're all finished. After all he's an intelligent man and Sho has this crazy and foreign urge to be close to him again anyway.
Isolated
Tsubasa glues his eyes to the big screen to watch Hideaki's performance. Seeing him sing and dance, as well as fly Tsubasa chuckles to himself, he can't help but feel alone despite being surrounded by his friends and fans. He feels a dull ache in his chest as watches, fingers tingling as he craves to touch his partners face and rake a hand through his soft hair.
He's startled out of his thoughts when someone clasps him on the shoulder, leaning over close and lips just shy of touching the shell of his ear.
“Missing someone?”
Tsubasa turns his head slightly and smiles at Nagase's raised eyebrows.
“I should be there with him,” He gestures to the screen with a jerk of his thumb. Hideaki's gorgeous smiling face high above them all, illuminating the arena better than any lighting could ever do.
“Too right. He's obviously gone insane without you,” Nagase barks out a laugh and leans back, attempting to ruffle Tsubasa's short hair before bounding off.
Tsubasa can't wait to get home and finally be where he wants to be on New Years day, with who he wants.
A Disappointment
It's really hard to look anywhere but Jun when he's performing, and It's not because of the pink glittery stage costume that really seems to accentuate his backside. He's sort of intimidating when he's on stage. He seems to get ten times bigger and Ryo feels like he should be really looking up at him. Well, more so than he is already.
Ryo battles with himself. One half of him wants to lean in closer to the other man whilst the other half wants to take a step back, putting as much distance between the two of them. So in the end he comes across as a bit scared looking, his conflicted emotions evident, and sort of unsure what to do with himself.
When it's done, he is relieved. It was good. They looked and sounded good. All was good. Even though they sung what was only about 30 seconds of Love so Sweet, he felt as if he'd just completed a whole concert and encore. Thoroughly drained.
Yet watching Jun later on, sing Daite Senorita and lean in close to Jin, he feels like punching something. Especially when Jin doesn't look anywhere near as visibly flustered as Ryo was at Jun's close proximity. Laughing along with the other man and enjoying the moment. Ryo curses to himself under his breath as he realises he was too damn nervous to enjoy it, to really put his all into it. To make Jun proud.
He feels like an idiot.
Looking Forward
“You looked even more out of place than usual,” Subaru shouts across the room and points accusingly at Ryo.
“I feel as if I should be offended,” Ryo murmurs to himself as he struggles to open the champagne bottle. Placing it between his legs and gripping at the neck. Veins popping up in his arms as he grits his teeth and barks at Yoko, “I can do it myself.”
Subaru continues regardless, “In your nice black jacket and blue trousers. You did see the shit we had to walk out in right?”
“Oi, I ended up matching you guys in the end. Stop bitching,” Ryo manages to pop the cork and quickly ushers Maru over with some glasses as the champagne begins to fizz out the top.
“Just ignore Subaru, Ryo-chan. You know he just likes you all to himself,” Yasu giggles and Subaru pulls his hair, earning a shriek from the guitarist.
“You get so grumpy every Countdown,” Ryo stalks over to offer him a glass of champagne but Subaru just snatches the bottle out of his hands. Ryo rolls his eyes as Subaru brings it up to his lips and takes a few large gulps, “What's up with that?”
“It's just every New Year...” He trails off, quickly realising that he now, unfortunately, has everyones complete attention. Dammit. Taking a deep breath he continues, looking down and playing with the label that's peeling off on the champagne bottle.
“I can't help but feel that all this could so easily be taken from us. We may not have another fantastic year ahead of us you know,” Subaru spits bitterly.
“So fucking pessimistic!” Subaru gets whacked round the head by a rather pissed off Hina looking down at him, hands on his hips. Subaru meekly looks up in time to see the annoyance slip away from Hina's face.
“We arn't going anywhere, right?” Hina says gently as he nods to each of the men dotted round the room. Each one smiling back sincerely with warm and loving eyes that seem to hold so many unspoken promises.
Subaru tries to frown but can't stop the smile from blossoming across his face. He stands up abruptly and growls, which looks really odd considering he's practically glowing with happiness.
“Whatever, lets get drunk,” The room erupts into cheers and Yasu throws himself onto Subaru's back, yelling Happy New Year as loud as he can.
Together
When they hear they'll be singing together, Nagase lets out a whoop and Okada smiles as the man loops an arm around his shoulders and drags him off to tell their band mates. Band mates that probably wont give a shit, but he'll humour Nagase for now as it's kind of sweet seeing him so excited. Plus it makes him all nostalgic for Tiger & Dragon.
When it comes to the day of the Countdown, they don't see each other until both V6 and TOKIO are in the venue actually during the live broadcast. And the two of them don't even speak until they're just about to sing together.
The thought of singing and dancing to Seishun Amigo seemed to be a lot more appealing than actually doing it if they're honest.
It will sort of be a miracle if they pull this off but neither of them really care that much. It's just nice for the two of them to be singing together. Side by side again. Toraji and Ryuji.
The camera cuts to them and he tries not to look over in Nagase's direction as they start. But he can see him, all long limbs and awkwardness, out the corner of his eye and he quickly dissolves into soft giggles at Nagase's poor attempt at dancing in synch to the song.
He does manage to collect himself before he can full out snort, point and mock though. After all, the song hasn't finished yet and he's a professional. Unfortunately, he makes the mistake of taking a quick glance over again and this time catches Nagase's eye. He completely crumbles. As soon as the song stops, they're both laughing uncontrollably.
He'll have to treat Nagase to a beer or two after this, just for completely making his night.
Picture Perfect
He could feel Matsuoka's eyes on him. Not looking away for almost the entire section of song they had to sing. He laughed awkwardly and with a rather large smirk from Matsuoka in response, that seemed to be it.
Now that the Countdown is done and dusted for another year, Ohkura finds himself swerving and dodging various staff and juniors backstage. Everyone is in a fantastic mood. Pulling party poppers, hugging and laughing at the top of their lungs. He can hardly hear himself think, but it's nice. He steps out of the way for a group of staff pushing a big rack of costumes and feels a small tug on his arm only to then be yanked rather forcefully into a warm body.
“You know, you looked really pretty on stage,” Ohkura bristles at the pretty comment and manages to angle himself so he's looking at Matsuoka's face. Seeing as he is somehow bent at the knees with his arms wrapped around Matsouka's waist and nose just shy of being pressed into his arm pit. But the other man already has his sun glasses back on again and Ohkura cannot tell for the life of him what's running through his head.
He's forced down the hallway and into an empty room. He's about to protest when Mabo pushes him up against the wall, hands on either side of his head supporting him as he leans in close to Ohkura. Faces mere inches apart. Ohkura really wishes he could see Matsuoka's eyes and begins to tilt his head, intending to meet Matsuoka's lips in a kiss, when the other man steps away. Ohkura furrows his brow and feels his face burn. Wasn't that what he wanted?
Matsuoka's hands go straight to Ohkura's waist. Pulling at his belt buckle and sliding the belt out of the loops with a snap. Ohkura's trousers already start to slide over sharp hips and all Mabo has to do is pop open the first few buttons and his trousers drop down to his ankles. Ohkura lets out an unmanly squawk and goes to pull them back up but is halted when Matsuoka grabs at one of his wrists, only to then yank down Ohkura's boxers with his other.
Ohkura is already embarrassingly aroused, turning his face to the side in an attempt to hide. Matsuoka grabs him by the chin and turns his face back around. Running a thumb over his bottom lip.
“None of that, ok?”
He grabs Ohkura's cock and strokes him until he's fully hard in his hand. Twitching, warm and thick in his palm. Ohkura shudders and lets out a shaky breath. He thumbs the slit, rubbing the head and smearing pre-cum down his length. Ohkura gasps and clutches at Matsuoka's strong shoulders as he continues to move his hand up and down.
“Matsuoka,” The TOKIO drummer looks up and continues pumping for another second before sliding the sunglasses up onto his head with his free hand and leaning in to capture Ohkura's lips with his own. Drinking in and swallowing the younger mans moan as he reaches orgasm, coming in Matsuoka's hand.
Matsuoka steps back to look over Ohkura with a critical eye, crossing his arms and humming to himself.
Legs trembling and fingers grasping at the wall to hold himself up.
Cum dripping down his bare legs.
Face completely flushed and breathing heavily.
He ticks the imaginery boxes one by one.
“Much better,” He nods to himself, “I prefer you hot and sexy.” He smirks again, much like the one he gave on stage, and Ohkura drops to the floor.
Devil Child
Tegoshi pushes Hina forcefully into his apartment.
Hina hazily thinks he should be doing something about the situation and at least regain some control because, hell, it's sort of embarrassing. He thought Tegoshi was just messing around when he pushed his mic back to his lips on stage at the Countdown. Caught up in the moment and enjoying being around the other guys he wouldn't normally get to see very often. But Hina noticed his eyes were a little more darker than he expected and the grip on his arm was tighter then need be.
It was an hour into a heavy celebratory drinking session that he found himself being lead away by the younger man. Feet wobbly and steps all over the place, too drunk to care where he was being taken. Maybe he really should of cared on hindsight.
Tegoshi molds himself against Hina, sliding his hands up under his t-shirt to skim across the hard muscles of Hina's abdomen before gripping the fabric and pulling the shirt over the other man's head. Almost straight away he attaches himself to Hina's lips and is prying the other man's mouth open.
With tongues bumping messily against each other, Hina reaches round to grab at the denim clad flesh of Tegoshi's backside, squeezing hard and pulling Tegoshi's lower half sharply against his.
Hina moves backwards until he feels the edge of the sofa bump into the back of his legs, and falls down bringing Tegoshi on top of him. Mouths still connected, Tegoshi begins to unbutton Hina's trousers, deliberately brushing against the very obvious bulge which makes Hina's breath hitch. The Kanjani8 member lifts his hips up so Tegoshi can yank his trousers and his boxers off, not about to waste any more time.
Tegoshi breaks the kiss in favour of climbing off the sofa to lift his own shirt over his head. Hina looks on, entranced by Tegoshi's gorgeous body as he slides his jeans down his thighs. Hina's cock twitches as Tegoshi exposes his erection, hard and weeping with pre-cum already, never once breaking eye contact with Hina.
Leaning down, Tegoshi grasps at a small tube sticking out the pocket of his jacket on the floor. He quickly pops the cap and coats his fingers before climbing back onto the sofa and sitting on his knees in front of Hina who's spread out and waiting for him to do something.
Hina looks on in wonder. Shit, he's really going to get fucked by Tegoshi. His head swims from arousal and the alcohol, eyesight blurry as he tries to keep focus on what Tegoshi is doing. He sort of feels a bit vulnerable but really can't bring himself to stop the younger man.
He feels Tegoshi's small cold hands on both of his thighs, pushing them further apart. Slipping slightly as he leaves a trail of lubricant behind, until one hand disappears and Hina can feel a slicked finger pushing into him. He squirms, it's not particularly painful as Tegoshi seems to be taking his time, but it does feel sort of weird. After all, he's never been on this end of things before.
Tegoshi leans over to take Hina's bottom lip between his teeth. Sucking it into his mouth to try and draw some of Hina's attention away as he adds another finger. Bending slightly at the knuckle, he brushes against something deep inside of the other man that makes him arch off the sofa, pulling away from Tegoshi's lips to throw his head back and let out a low but lengthy moan.
“There. Right there. Do it again,” He grasps at Tegoshi's shoulders, pleading with a slur of words as he digs his fingers in leaving small crescent shapes in Tegoshi's skin and clamps his eyes shut. Tegoshi kisses the crinkles at the side of Hina's eyes and chuckles as he withdraws his fingers.
“Murakami-kun is surprisingly submissive. I was sort of hoping for a challenge,” Hina wants to retort, smack the the annoying blond on the side of the head but can't move his arms or his jaw.
Tegoshi nudges at Hina's strong legs and the other man immediately draws them up against his body. Hina sucks in a breath as he feels the head of Tegoshi's erection start to push into him. He clamps around the other man unconsciously and wills himself to relax, slowly but surely opening to the intrusion. Tegoshi stills as he manages to push more than half of himself into the other man, but his chest is heaving. Beads of sweat glisten all over his body, making the red patches that are so stark against his otherwise perfect skin more apparent.
“Come on kid, fuck me already,” Hina growls out and yanks at Tegoshi's hair, looping his legs around Tegoshi's waist, pulling him in deeper.
Tegoshi beings to move, shallow thrusts and Hina relents with his hold so he can move more freely. As soon as he does so, Tegoshi slams hard into Hina drawing an almost scream from the older man.
“Don't tell me what to do,” Tegoshi attempts to say sweetly but his voice is scratchy and husky.
He builds up a fast rhythm. Filling Hina up with as much of him as possible and attempting to smash their mouths together as Hina bends up towards him. Lips barely making much contact, ghosting against each other and breathing hot air as both men gasp and moan.
Hina trails his hands down his stomach to grasp at his straining erection, pumping in time with each connection Tegoshi makes with his prostate. Tegoshi's movements soon become more erratic, far removed from the confident and precise man from just a few moments before. He grips Hina's hips as he jerks, coming hot inside the other man and letting out an absolutely delicious noise. Just the sight is enough to send Hina over the edge and he follows, releasing messily over both of their stomachs.
“I'm always in control, ne?” Tegoshi breaths out into the side of Hina's neck.
All Hina can do is nod before he loses consciousness.
30 Years Young
“So cute. I'm going to frame this and put it on my wall,” Tsuyoshi mumbles as he holds the picture of a young Koichi up at eye level. Koichi hums in acknowledgement as he busies himself with taking off his foundation. Fringe tied on the top of his head and stray hairs on either side of his head clipped back.
“It's a shame what he grew into,” Tsuyoshi says loudly, intending for the preening idol over by the makeup table to hear.
“Like you ever complain,” Koichi retorts, looking back at him in the mirror with a small smile on his face.
“True,” Tsuyoshi walks up behind Koichi and looks at the two of them in the mirror.
“We're getting old,” Koichi sighs and takes the clips out of his hair. The soft strands falling back into place, feathering around his cheeks and jaw.
“You're only as old as you feel. And I feel about 18 right now,” Tsuyoshi bends down to wrap his arms around Koichi's shoulders. Turning his face at an angle to press his lips against the side of Koichi's neck.
Koichi reaches up to place a hand over Tsuyoshi's joined ones that rest over his heart. Rubbing small circles on the soft skin as he watches Tsuyoshi nuzzle his jaw, visibly passive as he looks on at the two of them in the mirror. Noticing Koichi isn't responding to his touch Tsuyoshi lets out a sigh.
“What do you want me to say?”
“Say we'll get old together,” Koichi responds simply.
“I don't need to say that because you know it's true,” Tsuyoshi explains but only Koichi grips harder at his hand and a pained expression washes over his face.
“We'll get old together. I'll still be right next to you when you need help to the toilet and keep your teeth in a glass next to your bed, ok?”
Koichi nods and lets out a shaky breath. Tsuyoshi spins the chair round and gathers him into a a huge hug, he fleetingly thinks he never wants to let go. So maybe he wont.
The Real Party
Their hands connect a lot harder than either intended, yet they squeeze tight and hold on for as long as possible considering they're in two moving carts going in opposite directions. If Yoko's honest with himself, he'd admit that it took a lot for him not to pull Aiba down and into his arms. As probably fatal as that would most likely of turned out.
After the show has ended, they both spend enough time with their respective bands so that when it comes to sneaking away no one really notices or cares. They bump into each other in a hallway bustling with staff, both on their way to meet the other. Aiba grabs at Yoko's hand and pulls him along as they divert down a corridor that takes them to a bunch of empty rooms far away from the noise. Aiba giggles as he yanks Yoko through a door into a room, making him stumble as they cross over the threshold.
Aiba flops down onto the empty sofa, grinning up at Yoko as he locks the door and makes his way over. He falls down heavily next to Aiba and lets out a loud groan. The tension from the night finally easing away as he lets comfort wash over him.
“Fun, ne?” Aiba pecks Yoko on the cheek.
“Fun,” Yoko agrees and wraps his arm around Aiba, pulling the man into him. Yawning slightly into his hair, he runs his fingers up Aiba's right arm absentmindedly.
“This is my favourite part so far though,” Aiba says curled up against Yoko's side, right hand gently resting on the other mans stomach.
“So lame,” Yoko chuckles, easing Aiba's face up so he can kiss him fully on the lips. Just as he's losing himself in the kiss, feeling the familiar warmth spread throughout his body, Aiba pulls away with a wet smack and an “Oh!”
He rummages around in his back pocket, pulling out a screwed up napkin and shoving it under Yoko's nose.
“We had cake in our dressing room, I saved you some,” Yoko looks from Aiba's smiling face back down to the lumpy round thing in his hand.
“But you were sitting on it,” He says slowly, trying to keep the disgust out of his voice as he tries to back away.
“It's still good!” Aiba unwraps it and reveals what was once a slice of chocolate cake, “Ok maybe not.”
They both laugh as they look at the mess until Aiba cheekily says, “But if you loved me, you'd eat it.”
Yoko pauses for a moment before bending his head down and taking a big chunk of crumbly cake into his mouth.
“Gross!” Aiba shrieks, but still eagerly presses his mouth against Yoko's. Opening wide and tasting the chocolate on his tongue, he melts into the other man's embrace and begins to almost vibrating from happiness. Definitely his favourite part so far.
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