Backtalk (Jun/Jin, R)
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maayacolabackupTitle: Backtalk
Rating: R
Pairing: Matsumoto Jun/ Akanishi Jin
Summary: Jun's got this itch he can never seem to scratch.
Jun’s got this itch he can never seem to scratch.
Akanishi is like a rash; even when he gets banished to America, or wherever the hell he disappears to for six months, he comes back with just as much sass and unnecessary cockiness that Jun wants to pound on his face until he’s spitting out blood instead of backtalk.
When Akanishi ‘moves on’ from KAT-TUN, or whatever bullshit they label his defection as, he STILL doesn’t disappear, and now he can be disrespectful in both English and Japanese.
He’s being disrespectful right now. Jun is senpai, even if his age in numbers isn’t high, and Akanishi, even if he’s all doped up on Western drugs and Western liquor now, is still fucking Japanese, and he’d better fucking bow.
“Akanishi,” Jun says, raising a disdainful eyebrow.
“Matsumoto,” Akanishi replies, like it’s a side thought. “You’re looking high strung and self-important, as usual.”
“As if I care about your opinion,” Jun snaps back, while examining his nails. “Honestly, Akanishi, your jeans died years ago. Let them rest in peace.”
“There’s nothing wrong with my clothes,” Jin hisses, narrowing his eyes. “I don’t feel like fighting with you, today, senpai.” His tone drips sarcasm all over the word, pouring like oil onto the fire of anger and disgust that is already burning in Jun’s belly.
“I don’t fight with random hobos I run into in TV stations,” Jun says, digging into his pocket for his wallet. “That’s like inviting a scandal.” Jun smiles at Akanishi, and grabs his wrist, turning Akanishi’s palm skyward. He drops some hundred yen coins into Akanishi’s hand, and Akanishi looks down at his hand incredulously. “Buy yourself something nice,” he drawls, and steps onto the set.
Akanishi is waiting for him in his dressing room, dirty sneakers on the nice white fabric of Jun’s sofa, and arms up behind his head like he owns the place.
“Why the hell are you here? I filled my public service quota of the month by not spitting on you the first time I saw you today,” Jun says, and Akanishi frowns, and shifts his legs, and Jun can SEE the dirt on the fabric, that little inconsiderate bastard. “Or maybe spitting on you would have been the public service, and now I’m being given a second chance?”
He approaches Akanishi, gets all up in his face because angry little boys like him with barely two brain cells to rub together respond to physical cues more than verbal ones. Akanishi clearly doesn’t understand Jun’s superior wit anyway. “Get your dirty shoes off my imported couch, Akanishi,” he breathes, right into his face, and then, surprisingly, Akanishi freezes.
His neck turns a dull red, and he’s flushing, just a little, and oh, Jun thinks. Oh.
Jin’s lips part, and Jun takes a moment to reflect on the structure of Akanishi’s face, the soft curve of his cheek and the fierce fall of his hair across his bronze skin. If he wasn’t so DIRTY, he’d be attractive. He might be attractive anyway, Jun admits, especially uncomfortable and embarrassed and under Jun’s control, like he is right now.
“Akanishi,” he says, pitched low and smooth, just to test. Akanishi gulps, and Jun is pleased, because Jun likes it when things get interesting, and even more when they get interesting in his favor.
"Oh, do you like that?" Jun purrs.
"Get away from me," Akanishi hisses, but it's not in his usual belligerent tone. It sounds hesitant, unsure, and Jun seizes on that tone like a shark in bloodied waters.
"You don't sound too sure that that's what you want, Akanishi. Is that really what you want?"
"Yes!" Akanishi says, and his voice cracks on the 's' as Jun drags his pink-polished nails along the shapeless form of Jin's clothed thigh.
"Now, now," Jun says. "Don't lie to senpai, Akanishi. Everyone knows you're a terrible liar."
"Don't touch me," Akanishi says, and his voice is filled with panic warring with desire.
Honestly, Jun wouldn't have it any other way-- he likes that Akanishi doesn't want to want it. He especially likes that Akanishi is putting up a fight. It'll make his victory that much sweeter. "No?" Jun says, a lilt in his voice as his hand hovers over Akanishi's crotch. He trails his index finger along the flap of Akanishi's jeans, and is rewarded with a shiver.
"I hate you," Akanishi mumbles, looking anywhere but at Jun. "So much."
Jun unzips Akanishi's jeans, and slips a hand down into the front to grab Akanishi in his hand. He pulls him out, and Akanishi bites his lip and shimmies a bit, and his pants slide easily down a little. "Hate is such a strong word, Akanishi." he runs his index finger over the tip, and Akanishi shudders. "I wouldn't say that I hate you at all. Just that it makes me greatly displeased when you're allowed to speak."
"You're such a bitch," Akanishi says, and Jun slides down so that his face is parallel to Akanishi's belly button.
"I'm sorry, what was that? All I heard was 'blah blah blah' I wish I wasn't a disgusting example of debauchery and sloth 'blah blah.'" Jun purposefully speaks so that hot air blows across Akanishi's cock as he speaks.
“Now would be a good time to spit on me,” Akanishi groans, and Jun sucks his cock into his mouth. Akanishi writhes beneath him , clawing for something to hold onto and desperately trying not to fuck Jun’s mouth. Jun thinks he looks hot like this, sweating and shaking and blessedly silent except for choked gasps and long, low moans of pleasure.
Looking at Jin’s squirming body and parted lips makes arousal clench hard in Jun’s belly. He likes being in control, he likes making Akanishi show him some respect.
Jun lifts from Akanishi’s cock, smirking down on him as Akanishi opens his eyes halfway to look up at him, confused. “What? Why are you stopping?” Akanishi asks, and his voice is raspy, like he’s been singing all day.
“Say ‘Please’,” Jun says, and his smirk stretches across his whole face when Akanishi growls.
“Fuck you, you queen,” Akanishi grunts, biting his lip. His cock is slick with Jun’s spit and his own pre-come, and it stands proudly upward, aching for attention.
“Now, now, now, kouhai,” Jun says. “That’s not how to be polite.” He blows hot air onto Akanishi’s cock, and Akanishi keens, clenching his eyes and his jaw. “Say, ‘Please, senpai,” Jun instructs, and Akanishi digs his hands into the sofa, and Jun can see Akanishi’s will breaking in front of him.
“Please, senpai,” Akanishi says between his teeth, and Jun takes him all the way into his mouth, until Akanishi hits the back of his throat. “Oh, God.”
“About time you realized I was a god,” Jun says, but he doesn’t take his mouth off of Akanishi’s cock, so it comes out more like a hum, and Akanishi is thrashing and then he’s coming down Jun’s throat.
Jun stands and steps back to gaze on his prey.
Akanishi lies boneless against the couch, his jeans open and midway down his thighs.
"You're slovenly and unwashed," Jun tells him disdainfully. "Take a shower and I'll fuck you."
He stands, and walks out the door, ignoring his own aching cock. He's got to go back on set, anyhow, and business comes before pleasure.
But now Jun's got a different sort of itch, one he plans on scratching at least one more time.
The game is afoot.
@@@
When Akanishi shows up at his apartment at three in the morning, angry and embarrassed and hair wet from the shower, the victory tastes sweeter than honey in Jun's mouth.
Rating: R
Pairing: Matsumoto Jun/ Akanishi Jin
Summary: Jun's got this itch he can never seem to scratch.
Jun’s got this itch he can never seem to scratch.
Akanishi is like a rash; even when he gets banished to America, or wherever the hell he disappears to for six months, he comes back with just as much sass and unnecessary cockiness that Jun wants to pound on his face until he’s spitting out blood instead of backtalk.
When Akanishi ‘moves on’ from KAT-TUN, or whatever bullshit they label his defection as, he STILL doesn’t disappear, and now he can be disrespectful in both English and Japanese.
He’s being disrespectful right now. Jun is senpai, even if his age in numbers isn’t high, and Akanishi, even if he’s all doped up on Western drugs and Western liquor now, is still fucking Japanese, and he’d better fucking bow.
“Akanishi,” Jun says, raising a disdainful eyebrow.
“Matsumoto,” Akanishi replies, like it’s a side thought. “You’re looking high strung and self-important, as usual.”
“As if I care about your opinion,” Jun snaps back, while examining his nails. “Honestly, Akanishi, your jeans died years ago. Let them rest in peace.”
“There’s nothing wrong with my clothes,” Jin hisses, narrowing his eyes. “I don’t feel like fighting with you, today, senpai.” His tone drips sarcasm all over the word, pouring like oil onto the fire of anger and disgust that is already burning in Jun’s belly.
“I don’t fight with random hobos I run into in TV stations,” Jun says, digging into his pocket for his wallet. “That’s like inviting a scandal.” Jun smiles at Akanishi, and grabs his wrist, turning Akanishi’s palm skyward. He drops some hundred yen coins into Akanishi’s hand, and Akanishi looks down at his hand incredulously. “Buy yourself something nice,” he drawls, and steps onto the set.
Akanishi is waiting for him in his dressing room, dirty sneakers on the nice white fabric of Jun’s sofa, and arms up behind his head like he owns the place.
“Why the hell are you here? I filled my public service quota of the month by not spitting on you the first time I saw you today,” Jun says, and Akanishi frowns, and shifts his legs, and Jun can SEE the dirt on the fabric, that little inconsiderate bastard. “Or maybe spitting on you would have been the public service, and now I’m being given a second chance?”
He approaches Akanishi, gets all up in his face because angry little boys like him with barely two brain cells to rub together respond to physical cues more than verbal ones. Akanishi clearly doesn’t understand Jun’s superior wit anyway. “Get your dirty shoes off my imported couch, Akanishi,” he breathes, right into his face, and then, surprisingly, Akanishi freezes.
His neck turns a dull red, and he’s flushing, just a little, and oh, Jun thinks. Oh.
Jin’s lips part, and Jun takes a moment to reflect on the structure of Akanishi’s face, the soft curve of his cheek and the fierce fall of his hair across his bronze skin. If he wasn’t so DIRTY, he’d be attractive. He might be attractive anyway, Jun admits, especially uncomfortable and embarrassed and under Jun’s control, like he is right now.
“Akanishi,” he says, pitched low and smooth, just to test. Akanishi gulps, and Jun is pleased, because Jun likes it when things get interesting, and even more when they get interesting in his favor.
"Oh, do you like that?" Jun purrs.
"Get away from me," Akanishi hisses, but it's not in his usual belligerent tone. It sounds hesitant, unsure, and Jun seizes on that tone like a shark in bloodied waters.
"You don't sound too sure that that's what you want, Akanishi. Is that really what you want?"
"Yes!" Akanishi says, and his voice cracks on the 's' as Jun drags his pink-polished nails along the shapeless form of Jin's clothed thigh.
"Now, now," Jun says. "Don't lie to senpai, Akanishi. Everyone knows you're a terrible liar."
"Don't touch me," Akanishi says, and his voice is filled with panic warring with desire.
Honestly, Jun wouldn't have it any other way-- he likes that Akanishi doesn't want to want it. He especially likes that Akanishi is putting up a fight. It'll make his victory that much sweeter. "No?" Jun says, a lilt in his voice as his hand hovers over Akanishi's crotch. He trails his index finger along the flap of Akanishi's jeans, and is rewarded with a shiver.
"I hate you," Akanishi mumbles, looking anywhere but at Jun. "So much."
Jun unzips Akanishi's jeans, and slips a hand down into the front to grab Akanishi in his hand. He pulls him out, and Akanishi bites his lip and shimmies a bit, and his pants slide easily down a little. "Hate is such a strong word, Akanishi." he runs his index finger over the tip, and Akanishi shudders. "I wouldn't say that I hate you at all. Just that it makes me greatly displeased when you're allowed to speak."
"You're such a bitch," Akanishi says, and Jun slides down so that his face is parallel to Akanishi's belly button.
"I'm sorry, what was that? All I heard was 'blah blah blah' I wish I wasn't a disgusting example of debauchery and sloth 'blah blah.'" Jun purposefully speaks so that hot air blows across Akanishi's cock as he speaks.
“Now would be a good time to spit on me,” Akanishi groans, and Jun sucks his cock into his mouth. Akanishi writhes beneath him , clawing for something to hold onto and desperately trying not to fuck Jun’s mouth. Jun thinks he looks hot like this, sweating and shaking and blessedly silent except for choked gasps and long, low moans of pleasure.
Looking at Jin’s squirming body and parted lips makes arousal clench hard in Jun’s belly. He likes being in control, he likes making Akanishi show him some respect.
Jun lifts from Akanishi’s cock, smirking down on him as Akanishi opens his eyes halfway to look up at him, confused. “What? Why are you stopping?” Akanishi asks, and his voice is raspy, like he’s been singing all day.
“Say ‘Please’,” Jun says, and his smirk stretches across his whole face when Akanishi growls.
“Fuck you, you queen,” Akanishi grunts, biting his lip. His cock is slick with Jun’s spit and his own pre-come, and it stands proudly upward, aching for attention.
“Now, now, now, kouhai,” Jun says. “That’s not how to be polite.” He blows hot air onto Akanishi’s cock, and Akanishi keens, clenching his eyes and his jaw. “Say, ‘Please, senpai,” Jun instructs, and Akanishi digs his hands into the sofa, and Jun can see Akanishi’s will breaking in front of him.
“Please, senpai,” Akanishi says between his teeth, and Jun takes him all the way into his mouth, until Akanishi hits the back of his throat. “Oh, God.”
“About time you realized I was a god,” Jun says, but he doesn’t take his mouth off of Akanishi’s cock, so it comes out more like a hum, and Akanishi is thrashing and then he’s coming down Jun’s throat.
Jun stands and steps back to gaze on his prey.
Akanishi lies boneless against the couch, his jeans open and midway down his thighs.
"You're slovenly and unwashed," Jun tells him disdainfully. "Take a shower and I'll fuck you."
He stands, and walks out the door, ignoring his own aching cock. He's got to go back on set, anyhow, and business comes before pleasure.
But now Jun's got a different sort of itch, one he plans on scratching at least one more time.
The game is afoot.
@@@
When Akanishi shows up at his apartment at three in the morning, angry and embarrassed and hair wet from the shower, the victory tastes sweeter than honey in Jun's mouth.
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Date: 2011-08-31 01:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-31 02:06 pm (UTC)He was like he was supposed to be xD (does this even make sense? .-.)