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cupcake4mafiaTitle: The Real Thing
Pairing: Ayumu/Tatsuya
Rating: R
Disclaimer: In no way do I claim the following is/has/will happen. This is only fiction written for fun.
Summary: Ayumu isn't going to be around much longer, so he tries one last time to teach Tatsuya how to kiss less like an awkward straight boy. Snark and fluff ensues.
A/N: Yes, I have written fic about Japanese gay porn stars. No, I doubt I could be much more ridiculous. Also, this has so much dialogue it might as well be a radio play. Enjoy!
...in case you were wondering, this is Ayumu, this is Tatsuya, and this is how OTP they are (everything is SFW).
“Open your mouth!”
“I am!”
“This is not how you kiss your girlfriend.”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
Ayumu stares at Tatsuya for a moment, confused.
“Yes, you do!” he objects. “I met her!”
“Like, three months ago. We broke up.”
“She was so cute, though,” Ayumu says, frowning.
“Less cute when she’s throwing things at your head. Trust me.”
“You cheated on her?”
“Is that the only reason girls throw things?”
“It’s the only reason I throw things.”
“I didn’t cheat on her. She thought I did.”
“Oh, Tatsuya,” Ayumu sighs.
“Stop feeling sorry for me,” Tatsuya says, rolling his eyes as he cuffs Ayumu’s shoulder. “It’s creepy.”
“Well, you still need to open your mouth more,” Ayumu says, leaning in again.
If Tatsuya’s making an effort, Ayumu is not feeling it.
“Oh, you’re such a pussy,” Ayumu grumbles.
“Sorry,” Tatsuya concedes. “Kissing is kind of hard to fake.”
Ayumu snorts.
“Yes, because your blow-jobs are so convincing,” he teases.
“What are you trying to say?”
“I’m just saying that if you’ve never had real sex with a man, you’re going to be pretty terrible at fake sex with a man. It’s just a fact of life; it’s not your fault.”
“Real sex?” Tatsuya repeats. “What’s the difference?”
“When you sleep with your girlfriend, are a middle-aged director and a bunch of cameramen usually up in your face?”
“Slept with,” Tatsuya corrects, again. “And, yeah, I get your point.”
“Poor straight Tatsuya,” Ayumu sighs, climbing into Tatsuya’s lap and getting another unsatisfying kiss.
Tatsuya pulls back suddenly.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asks.
“What?”
“I just,” Tatsuya starts, laughing at himself. “I realized I’ve never even asked you.”
“You mean you assumed I didn’t,” Ayumu says, smirking as he smoothes his bangs with one hand.
“I figured you did, actually, but, now I wonder how Ayumu’s boyfriend would feel about ‘fake sex with men.'”
“My job makes it impossible to have a boyfriend or a girlfriend,” Ayumu says, shrugging in a way that should be casual but isn’t very convincing. “I haven’t found anyone who can handle it.”
Tatsuya frowns as his fingers twirl lazily in the hair at the top of Ayumu’s neck.
“That’s too bad. You seem like the kind of person who shouldn’t be alone.”
“Okay, now you’re being creepy,” Ayumu laughs, shoving Tatsuya’s shoulders a little but still straddling him. “We’re here to focus on your kissing problem.”
“You mean my straight problem.”
“Everyone loves a hot straight guy, Tatsu, just not one who can’t kiss.”
“Tatsu,” Tatsuya repeats under his breath as Ayumu leans in again.
This time Tatsuya figures, if he can’t seem to open his mouth more, he could at least try to do something to make up for it, like holding Ayumu in place with a hand on the back of his neck while he pulls their hips closer together. Ayumu gasps a little into the kiss and Tatsuya smiles.
“That is not fair,” Ayumu scolds him.
“Why, because I know all your buttons?” Tatsuya asks, emphasizing this point by letting his hand slide down over Ayumu’s chest.
Ayumu’s eyelids flutter and Tatsuya thinks it’s kind of pretty.
“Don’t forget I know yours,” Ayumu responds, moving in to nibble at Tatsuya’s earlobe.
Right on cue, Tatsuya bucks up and makes a noise that can only be called a whimper.
“Shit, no, we don’t,” Tatsuya stammers.
“I don’t know why they don’t let do that one on camera,” Ayumu says. “You make the cutest noises.”
“Because I’m supposed to be the badass top, remember?” Tatsuya growls, demonstrating this by pushing Ayumu down on his bed.
Ayumu lands on his back with a giggle. Tatsuya kisses him again.
“Still no good,” Ayumu says, nose crinkling in disgust.
“We’re going to be doing this all fucking night, aren’t we?” Tatsuya groans, resting his face in the crook of Ayumu’s neck.
“Well it’s not like our single asses have anything better to do,” Ayumu sighs.
“Teach me how to kiss, dammit,” Tatsuya demands, propping himself up on his elbows for a better view.
“Okay. I have an idea,” Ayumu says, and Tatsuya is amused be how serious he’s getting. “First, open your mouth. You don’t have to kiss me, just open it.”
Tatsuya does so, just barely.
“Let’s try this again,” Ayumu says, patient. “Open your mouth like you’re going to suck cock.”
Tatsuya’s mouth closes entirely for a moment, face red, before he opens his mouth wide.
“Now come here,” Ayumu instructs, trying not to laugh as he guides Tatsuya’s face towards his.
Tatsuya obeys, and Ayumu is pleasantly surprised when his lips don’t snap shut on contact. For once, he finds no resistance as his tongue explores Tatsuya’s mouth. He opens his eyes briefly and is relieved to find Tatsuya’s closed (he can’t teach the poor boy everything).
It isn’t until Tatsuya’s hand slides up under his tee-shirt that Ayumu realizes how long they’ve been kissing. The cold touch jolts him back to reality and he pulls away from Tatsuya.
“Pass!” he announces, smiling.
Tatsuya smiles back, eyelids heavy, but his hand is still roaming over Ayumu’s torso.
“You can stop now,” Ayumu tells him.
“I can keep going, too, right?” Tatsuya asks in a tone of voice Ayumu is not familiar with.
“Tatsu,” Ayumu breathes, Tatsuya’s teeth on his neck making him dizzy. “You don’t have to go through all this for a blow-job. My original offer still stands.”
“That offer is almost two years old. I want a new one.”
“Fuck, Tatsuya,” Ayumu groans as Tatsuya presses a leg between Ayumu’s thighs.
“Let’s try it without the cameras,” Tatsuya murmurs. “Maybe I’ll learn something.”
“We work together,” Ayumu protests weakly.
“I don’t think this is against the rules. Actually, it could be considered overtime.”
“But if it’s work then why do you want to?”
Tatsuya stops, sighing and sitting up on his knees. Ayumu rolls to his side, feeling awkward and exposed even with his clothes on.
“When I started this job, Yasu told me I should try and think of girls; it’s not easy to do, but you can. You can get it up and you can keep it up. It was always easier with you, though, because you sound like a girl in bed.”
Ayumu cringes.
“It’s just, lately, with you, I don’t have to think about anything else to do it. I guess that’s why they stuck us together.”
Tatsuya ends his speech with a shrug and Ayumu stares up at him with wide eyes.
“I think that’s the most I’ve ever heard you say in one sitting,” he marvels
“Shut up.”
“So, basically, you’re saying that you can get it up for me.”
“Basically.”
“Damn, that is so romantic.”
“I’m not saying I love you,” Tatsuya grunts. “But I do like you, and I don’t mind sleeping with you.”
“Don’t mind?”
“Don’t mind is a lot for me! Sex with guys is my job, it doesn’t come into my personal life, ever.”
Ayumu sits up and crawls back into Tatsuya’s lap in slow, lazy motions, while Tatsuya looks down at the bed.
“What is it you want?” he asks gently.
“This is your last video.”
“That’s why I wanted you to get kissing right. I can’t leave here having taught you nothing,” Ayumu teases. “Are you mad at me for leaving? We can still go bowling sometime.”
“I just feel like I’m not done with you,” Tatsuya says, finally looking Ayumu in the eye again.
Ayumu leans in and Tatsuya kisses him properly. Two out of a thousand; his odds are improving.
“I know why they chose us for a series,” Ayumu admits, eyes closed.
“Why?”
“Because I asked for you.”
“Oh.”
Ayumu lets his head fall back, just feeling the easy friction of Tatsuya’s hands on his abdomen.
“I thought it would be safer to pick a straight guy. I thought I wouldn’t fall for you.”
Tatsuya chuckles low against Ayumu’s collarbone.
“You’re such a girl,” he says.
Ayumu opens his mouth to protest, but then Tatsuya’s rubbing the seam of his jeans in a way that proves he knows exactly what Ayumu is.
“Your theory,” Tatsuya continues. “How did it work out for you?”
Ayumu laughs helplessly, holding on to Tatsuya’s shoulders for balance.
“I see.”
“Are we done talking now?” Ayumu asks, tugging at Tatsuya’s shirt. “Is everything clear?”
“We’re done,” Tatsuya agrees. “But don’t be quiet. I want to know what you really sound like.”
“It’s pretty similar,” Ayumu confesses, the end of his sentence lost in a whimper as Tatsuya rolls his hips up.
Tatsuya smiles; the real smile, the amusement park smile, and Ayumu melts.
He knows he’s a bit of a girl sometimes, but Tatsuya’s a bit gay sometimes, so if it helps them meet in the middle, then Ayumu doesn’t mind.
Pairing: Ayumu/Tatsuya
Rating: R
Disclaimer: In no way do I claim the following is/has/will happen. This is only fiction written for fun.
Summary: Ayumu isn't going to be around much longer, so he tries one last time to teach Tatsuya how to kiss less like an awkward straight boy. Snark and fluff ensues.
A/N: Yes, I have written fic about Japanese gay porn stars. No, I doubt I could be much more ridiculous. Also, this has so much dialogue it might as well be a radio play. Enjoy!
...in case you were wondering, this is Ayumu, this is Tatsuya, and this is how OTP they are (everything is SFW).
“Open your mouth!”
“I am!”
“This is not how you kiss your girlfriend.”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
Ayumu stares at Tatsuya for a moment, confused.
“Yes, you do!” he objects. “I met her!”
“Like, three months ago. We broke up.”
“She was so cute, though,” Ayumu says, frowning.
“Less cute when she’s throwing things at your head. Trust me.”
“You cheated on her?”
“Is that the only reason girls throw things?”
“It’s the only reason I throw things.”
“I didn’t cheat on her. She thought I did.”
“Oh, Tatsuya,” Ayumu sighs.
“Stop feeling sorry for me,” Tatsuya says, rolling his eyes as he cuffs Ayumu’s shoulder. “It’s creepy.”
“Well, you still need to open your mouth more,” Ayumu says, leaning in again.
If Tatsuya’s making an effort, Ayumu is not feeling it.
“Oh, you’re such a pussy,” Ayumu grumbles.
“Sorry,” Tatsuya concedes. “Kissing is kind of hard to fake.”
Ayumu snorts.
“Yes, because your blow-jobs are so convincing,” he teases.
“What are you trying to say?”
“I’m just saying that if you’ve never had real sex with a man, you’re going to be pretty terrible at fake sex with a man. It’s just a fact of life; it’s not your fault.”
“Real sex?” Tatsuya repeats. “What’s the difference?”
“When you sleep with your girlfriend, are a middle-aged director and a bunch of cameramen usually up in your face?”
“Slept with,” Tatsuya corrects, again. “And, yeah, I get your point.”
“Poor straight Tatsuya,” Ayumu sighs, climbing into Tatsuya’s lap and getting another unsatisfying kiss.
Tatsuya pulls back suddenly.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asks.
“What?”
“I just,” Tatsuya starts, laughing at himself. “I realized I’ve never even asked you.”
“You mean you assumed I didn’t,” Ayumu says, smirking as he smoothes his bangs with one hand.
“I figured you did, actually, but, now I wonder how Ayumu’s boyfriend would feel about ‘fake sex with men.'”
“My job makes it impossible to have a boyfriend or a girlfriend,” Ayumu says, shrugging in a way that should be casual but isn’t very convincing. “I haven’t found anyone who can handle it.”
Tatsuya frowns as his fingers twirl lazily in the hair at the top of Ayumu’s neck.
“That’s too bad. You seem like the kind of person who shouldn’t be alone.”
“Okay, now you’re being creepy,” Ayumu laughs, shoving Tatsuya’s shoulders a little but still straddling him. “We’re here to focus on your kissing problem.”
“You mean my straight problem.”
“Everyone loves a hot straight guy, Tatsu, just not one who can’t kiss.”
“Tatsu,” Tatsuya repeats under his breath as Ayumu leans in again.
This time Tatsuya figures, if he can’t seem to open his mouth more, he could at least try to do something to make up for it, like holding Ayumu in place with a hand on the back of his neck while he pulls their hips closer together. Ayumu gasps a little into the kiss and Tatsuya smiles.
“That is not fair,” Ayumu scolds him.
“Why, because I know all your buttons?” Tatsuya asks, emphasizing this point by letting his hand slide down over Ayumu’s chest.
Ayumu’s eyelids flutter and Tatsuya thinks it’s kind of pretty.
“Don’t forget I know yours,” Ayumu responds, moving in to nibble at Tatsuya’s earlobe.
Right on cue, Tatsuya bucks up and makes a noise that can only be called a whimper.
“Shit, no, we don’t,” Tatsuya stammers.
“I don’t know why they don’t let do that one on camera,” Ayumu says. “You make the cutest noises.”
“Because I’m supposed to be the badass top, remember?” Tatsuya growls, demonstrating this by pushing Ayumu down on his bed.
Ayumu lands on his back with a giggle. Tatsuya kisses him again.
“Still no good,” Ayumu says, nose crinkling in disgust.
“We’re going to be doing this all fucking night, aren’t we?” Tatsuya groans, resting his face in the crook of Ayumu’s neck.
“Well it’s not like our single asses have anything better to do,” Ayumu sighs.
“Teach me how to kiss, dammit,” Tatsuya demands, propping himself up on his elbows for a better view.
“Okay. I have an idea,” Ayumu says, and Tatsuya is amused be how serious he’s getting. “First, open your mouth. You don’t have to kiss me, just open it.”
Tatsuya does so, just barely.
“Let’s try this again,” Ayumu says, patient. “Open your mouth like you’re going to suck cock.”
Tatsuya’s mouth closes entirely for a moment, face red, before he opens his mouth wide.
“Now come here,” Ayumu instructs, trying not to laugh as he guides Tatsuya’s face towards his.
Tatsuya obeys, and Ayumu is pleasantly surprised when his lips don’t snap shut on contact. For once, he finds no resistance as his tongue explores Tatsuya’s mouth. He opens his eyes briefly and is relieved to find Tatsuya’s closed (he can’t teach the poor boy everything).
It isn’t until Tatsuya’s hand slides up under his tee-shirt that Ayumu realizes how long they’ve been kissing. The cold touch jolts him back to reality and he pulls away from Tatsuya.
“Pass!” he announces, smiling.
Tatsuya smiles back, eyelids heavy, but his hand is still roaming over Ayumu’s torso.
“You can stop now,” Ayumu tells him.
“I can keep going, too, right?” Tatsuya asks in a tone of voice Ayumu is not familiar with.
“Tatsu,” Ayumu breathes, Tatsuya’s teeth on his neck making him dizzy. “You don’t have to go through all this for a blow-job. My original offer still stands.”
“That offer is almost two years old. I want a new one.”
“Fuck, Tatsuya,” Ayumu groans as Tatsuya presses a leg between Ayumu’s thighs.
“Let’s try it without the cameras,” Tatsuya murmurs. “Maybe I’ll learn something.”
“We work together,” Ayumu protests weakly.
“I don’t think this is against the rules. Actually, it could be considered overtime.”
“But if it’s work then why do you want to?”
Tatsuya stops, sighing and sitting up on his knees. Ayumu rolls to his side, feeling awkward and exposed even with his clothes on.
“When I started this job, Yasu told me I should try and think of girls; it’s not easy to do, but you can. You can get it up and you can keep it up. It was always easier with you, though, because you sound like a girl in bed.”
Ayumu cringes.
“It’s just, lately, with you, I don’t have to think about anything else to do it. I guess that’s why they stuck us together.”
Tatsuya ends his speech with a shrug and Ayumu stares up at him with wide eyes.
“I think that’s the most I’ve ever heard you say in one sitting,” he marvels
“Shut up.”
“So, basically, you’re saying that you can get it up for me.”
“Basically.”
“Damn, that is so romantic.”
“I’m not saying I love you,” Tatsuya grunts. “But I do like you, and I don’t mind sleeping with you.”
“Don’t mind?”
“Don’t mind is a lot for me! Sex with guys is my job, it doesn’t come into my personal life, ever.”
Ayumu sits up and crawls back into Tatsuya’s lap in slow, lazy motions, while Tatsuya looks down at the bed.
“What is it you want?” he asks gently.
“This is your last video.”
“That’s why I wanted you to get kissing right. I can’t leave here having taught you nothing,” Ayumu teases. “Are you mad at me for leaving? We can still go bowling sometime.”
“I just feel like I’m not done with you,” Tatsuya says, finally looking Ayumu in the eye again.
Ayumu leans in and Tatsuya kisses him properly. Two out of a thousand; his odds are improving.
“I know why they chose us for a series,” Ayumu admits, eyes closed.
“Why?”
“Because I asked for you.”
“Oh.”
Ayumu lets his head fall back, just feeling the easy friction of Tatsuya’s hands on his abdomen.
“I thought it would be safer to pick a straight guy. I thought I wouldn’t fall for you.”
Tatsuya chuckles low against Ayumu’s collarbone.
“You’re such a girl,” he says.
Ayumu opens his mouth to protest, but then Tatsuya’s rubbing the seam of his jeans in a way that proves he knows exactly what Ayumu is.
“Your theory,” Tatsuya continues. “How did it work out for you?”
Ayumu laughs helplessly, holding on to Tatsuya’s shoulders for balance.
“I see.”
“Are we done talking now?” Ayumu asks, tugging at Tatsuya’s shirt. “Is everything clear?”
“We’re done,” Tatsuya agrees. “But don’t be quiet. I want to know what you really sound like.”
“It’s pretty similar,” Ayumu confesses, the end of his sentence lost in a whimper as Tatsuya rolls his hips up.
Tatsuya smiles; the real smile, the amusement park smile, and Ayumu melts.
He knows he’s a bit of a girl sometimes, but Tatsuya’s a bit gay sometimes, so if it helps them meet in the middle, then Ayumu doesn’t mind.
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Date: 2009-08-19 03:52 am (UTC)