Hot Ride (UKame, NC-17)

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Title: Hot Ride
Pairing: Shirota Yuu/ Kamenashi Kazuya
Rating: NC-17
Notes: For wintersdancer , in an exchange of sorts. Except mine is porny, obviously.
Summary: Yuu thinks Jin invites Kame to parties less for his company, and more because of how he reacts to Jin’s other company.

 

Sometimes, Yuu thinks Jin invites Kame to parties less for his company, and more because of how he reacts to Jin’s other company.

 

Kame is sitting awkwardly, poised rigidly on his stool at the bar as Yamapi takes body shots of off Jin’s stomach and Jin giggles. Ryo is chugging gin and tonics and making obscene suggestive noises as Yamapi licks the salt from Jin’s navel, and Kamenashi looks terrifically scandalized.

 

Yuu isn’t much for public displays of hedonism, but he likes the red flush creeping it’s way down Kamenashi’s neck as he vacillates between disgust and curiosity.

 

“Everything alright, Princess?” Yuu asks Kame, who sits up even more rigidly in on his bar stool.

 

“I’m pretty sure I’m only here because Jin knows how scandalized I feel looking at his drunken antics,” Kame admits stiffly, and Yuu throws his head back and laughs.

 

“Well, yeah, probably,” Yuu admits, leaning back on the bar next to Kame, and Kame has to crane his neck back to look at him, which makes it easy for Yuu to smirk down at him.

 

Kame snorts, meeting Yuu’s gaze with a sober expression. “The problem is,” Kame says, “telling Jin I don’t want to come just makes him get all whiny and emo and ‘Kame is still mad at me for leaving the band.’ Which isn’t true, and so it’s easier to just come and be disgusted than not come and have him leave 40 messages on my answering machine.”

 

Yuu can totally imagine the scenario, and he takes a bit of pity on Kamenashi, who’s wearing really expensive jeans and has his tailored button-up shirt tucked in, while everyone around him sloshes beer on themselves and loses an article of clothing every five minutes. “I think you need another drink, then,” Yuu says finally, and Kame grins up at him.

 

“I’ll have a cosmopolitan,” he murmurs softly, and Yuu is a bit taken by the way his eyes smolder, lined with thick eyeliner, and the way his lips curl mischievously.

 

“Are you telling me to buy you a drink, Princess?” Yuu asks, amused. He bumps Kame with his hip, and Kame squawks as he slides a little on the stool, unbalanced from his stuffy stance.

 

“No, I’m telling you to ORDER me a drink, you giant sod, if you’re going to stand there and hover and tell me I need drinks.”

 

“Cosmopolitan for the lady,” Yuu says to the bartender, and then Kame punches him in the nuts.

 

***

 

Somehow, after five more drinks, Yuu can’t seem to stop looking at Kamenashi’s narrow eyes and narrow waist, or his strong looking thighs rippling in his jeans.

 

Somehow, after five more drinks, he finds himself pushing Kame onto the hood of his car, untucking that designer shirt, and running his fingertips over the smooth skin he encounters. “Soft,” Yuu whispers, and Kame scowls.

 

“What’s that?” Kame hisses, before grabbing Yuu’s face in his small stubby hands and dragging his mouth forward. Kame tastes like grenadine and sass, and Yuu likes the taste so he wriggles his tongue further in, wrapping it around Kame’s as Kame makes these hot, desperate little moans into Yuu’s mouth.

 

When Yuu pulls back, Kame’s eyeliner is smeared down his left eye, just a tad, and it makes Kame look wanton and Yuu wants to fuck him right here on the hood of the car.  “Your skin is soft,” Yuu answers, and Kame looks pacified. “You’re not as bony as I thought you’d be.”

 

“Fuck you,” Kame says, biting his lip before frowning defiantly. His eyes are all intense and shit, and Yuu wonders what his thin mouth would look like wrapped around his cock.

 

“It’s a good thing,” Yuu replies, undaunted, before reaching for the button of Kame’s jeans. “Makes you more…sexable.” Yuu then leans down and licks at Kame’s mouth, kissing him hard and fierce, until neither of them can breathe and Yuu wants nothing more than to be naked and inside of the man in front of him. He pulls back slowly, hands sliding down the zipper of Kame’s jeans and tugging them down his hips.

 

Yuu smirks as Kamenashi glares at him, face flushed and chest heaving. He's always liked them small and bitchy.

 

"Relax princess," Yuu says, grabbing a fistful of hair. "I don't want you to break a nail."

 

"I'm a baseball player," Kame retorts. "You should be more worried I'm going to break your face."

 

“I’m going to fuck you,” Yuu says, and Kame shakes his head in the negative.

 

“Not in the parking lot of a bar, you’re not,” Kame protests, and looks pissy at the thought. “It’s so dirty and PUBLIC, and…”

 

Yuu kisses him one more time, so he’ll shut up again, and feels Kame finally soften in his arms, even as his newly exposed cock presses against Yuu’s through the fabric of Yuu’s khakis.

 

Then Yuu takes Kame’s cock in his hand, and strokes him once, slowly, eliciting this wonderful keening noise from the man on the hood of the car, whose hands grab at nothing as he lies back, even as Yuu slides down to take the cock in his mouth.

 

Yuu looks up from his new vantage point between Kame’s legs to look at his prize. The normally stiff and socially meek Kamenashi Kazuya spread out like a whore on the top of his red car, cock in Yuu’s mouth as he wriggles shamelessly under the night sky, shirt partially undone, make-up smudged, and thighs partially trapped by his jeans. Yuu wants to take a picture, for his scrapbook, but thinks it might ruin the moment.

 

“You look really hot,” Yuu says factually, between licks and sucks at the weeping head of Kame’s penis. He rests it against his cheek as Kame looks down on him with hooded eyes.

 

“If you can talk right now,” Kame says spitefully, “You are not doing the correct thing with your mouth.”

 

Yuu smirks before taking Kame unexpectedly all the way in, and humming as soon as the head of Kame’s cock hits the back of his throat. Kame almost screams, and Yuu thinks it sounds a bit like the chorus of 1582, which Jin makes him watch over and over again while they make fun of Kame in a woman’s kimono, which Yuu thinks Jin secretly finds really hot.

 

Kame is melted to the hood of his car now, and Yuu sees a few people walk out of the bar and head for their car, but none of them are walking in this direction, so Yuu pulls his wallet out of his back pocket and grabs a condom and a small packet of lube.

 

He tears open the lube and coats three fingers, and when he leans forward to tease Kame’s entrance, Kame’s eyes pop open. “What are you DOING?” he hisses frantically, and Yuu chuckles.

 

“I told you I was going to fuck you,” Yuu says calmly, and Kame looks at him like he’s a few cards short of a deck.

 

“And I told YOU that there is no way in HELL—“ he’s cut off as Yuu slides a finger swiftly inside him, and Kame can’t seem to stop himself from moaning, softly, forgetting his words as Yuu flexes the finger inside of him, searching for that spot that makes pissy men turn into putty in his arms.

 

Yuu smirks. “You were saying?”

 

“Hurry up, then,” Kame spits, as he wriggles himself down toward the finger. Yuu slides another inside of him, then hooks them both up, and Kame’s hips launch themselves up as he finds Kame’s prostate. “There! Right there,” he whispers loudly, and Yuu presses that spot again and again as Kame trembles and falls to pieces in front of him. Kame’s skin is flushed, and tiny beads of sweat accumulate at his forehead, and Yuu loves the squeaking sound of the metal of the car hood as Kame writhes in front of him.

 

“I’m going to fuck you now, Princess,” Yuu says, finally, FINALLY releasing his fully hard cock from his khakis. He has to suck in air quickly at the feeling of touching it, after so much neglect, and he quickly slides on the condom and grapples for the leftover lube, which he’d left on the car hood one handed as his other hand slides in and out of Kame’s stretched hole. He quickly lines himself up and pushes in, capturing Kame’s mouth for a brief moment before pulling back so he can hear the effect of his cock on Kame.

 

Kame makes this sound that pulls at Yuu’s gut hard, and Yuu can’t be gentle, fucking Kame hard and fast as the car quakes beneath Kame as he pounds Kame into the hood. “Fuck yes,” Kame moans, and Yuu can’t help but smile triumphantly because he’s once again gotten exactly what he wants. The parking lot is silent except for their whimpers and moans, as it’s way too early in the night for anyone to start stumbling home yet, and the taxi stand is on the other side of the building at the front entrance anyway.

 

Yuu feels like he’s about to come as Kame tightens on him with every slam into his prostate, and he can’t help the guttural moan that pours out of him as he comes. He slides out quickly, removing the condom and tying it off, as Kame squirms in front of him. “Suck me,” Kame demands, and Yuu leans forward and does exactly that. It only takes moments for Kame to shoot hot and hard down his throat, releasing with a cry that can probably be heard in the bar.

 

Kame pants hard on the hood of the car as Yuu tucks himself back into his pants. Kame's hands tremble satisfyingly as he buttons up his shirt, and the wince as Kame slides down off the car to pull up his jeans makes a gratifying twinge in Yuu’s chest. Kame looks thoroughly debauched, his hair ruined and his eye-make-up smudged around his eyes in a way that for some reason makes him look even more delicious. “I can’t believe I let you fuck me in public. On the back of your car. I feel like I’m in a low budget gay porn.”

 

“High budget,” Yuu quickly corrects. “My car is very expensive.”

 

“So are my jeans,” Kame says in agreement. “Still. I look like I need a shower.”

 

“You look like you need a drink,” Yuu replies, licking his lips unconsciously. Kame gazes up at him through dark lashes, considering.

 

“I’ll have a cosmopolitan,” Kame says after a moment, his voice sounding a bit raw, like he’s just been fucked against a car. Yuu shudders, feeling himself unbelievably start to harden again.

 

“Are you telling me to buy you a drink, Princess?” Yuu jokes, his hand sliding down Kame’s back slowly, pausing at the waist of Kame’s jeans and rubbing in small circles.

 

“Maybe I am,” Kame says darkly, and Yuu likes the promise in that nasal voice.