"fanfict" just bratty ... Title: just bratty...
Fandom: SMAP
Pairing: Shingo/Kimura
Rating: NC-17
Note: new Gatsby
CM' s fault...
"Saw it."
When Kimura answered the phone he had that strange feeling that a call from Shingo at 11 pm wasn't a good sign. He had to expect it was about the CM.
"No, I'm not going to get you the fluffy thing. Forget it."
That was his immediate sharp answer: he was really hoping to be able to end the discussion there. He was wrong.
"Ok. So, question number two!"
"Shit, he's got a spare one..."
"Yep." Shingo was always in an awfully good mood when he had the chance to bother Takuya" So, what where you thinking about? "
Kimura stared at the cellphone, confused, before asking.
"Please?"
"Your expression." Katori sniggered. "It was like... a dullard Shibuya gal's while reading her weekly horoscope on the cellphone, kinda..."
Kimura was more bothered by the precision of the association than by the statement itself.
"Shingo, you really have to cut it out with that STARING at women thing, one day someone will mistake you for a stalker and beat you up."
"I do it in a very ninja way!"
Shingo answered back, but Takuya immediately counteracted.
"No, you don't. You DROOL."
There were a pair of seconds of silence, then Katori started talking again.
"... ok, ok. back to the main topic: so, what where you thinking 'bout?"
"... fuck off."
Kimura hung up.
Shingo laughed, covering the sound of the statics coming from the cellphone.
"Eheheh, he is pissed~ "
He was really satisfied: to make Takuya snap that way was like winning a free ticket for a ride, a dinner and some shopping, if he was lucky.
Kimura was well aware of his being too hot tempered, and that had made him over zealous in making up for his tantrums: he wasn't sure of how much he was allowed to do before making someone really upset, so for every stupid thing there was a 100% certainty of recieving by 24h a phone call from him.
A call like the one Shingo received the day after, late afternoon.
"Have something to do?"
"Nope."
"Picking you up in 30 minutes."
The others weren't mean enough to take advantage of this: Tsuyoshi was too nice, Goro too attached to him, Nakai too busy.
But Shingo was allowed to being a brat, and he knew it very well.
They wandered around for something like two hours, Shingo menaged to make Takuya pay for a good part of his shopping, and at 7pm they were both eating McDonal's french fries while sitting in Kimura's car, parked on the 20th floor of a monolitic parking-building. Floor that was kindly opened for them even tough the car where filling the park just up to the 14th.
Because, after all, when you are Kimutaku, you just CAN.
"So, you haven't answered to my question yet."
Shingo stated, munching.
"You really are a monkey, you know?"
Takuya sighed.
"Why won't you answer me?"
"Because I wasn't thinking about anything!" he answered in a peeved tone "Exaclty like a dullard Shibuya gal's while reading her weekly horoscope on the cellphone."
Shingo smiled, nodding.
"You make a really believable dull gal."
Kimura looked at Katori satisfied expression, then poked his arm.
"And now it's my turn to ask you a question."
"Go ahead."
"Why it was so important?"
Shingo crossed his arms, putting on a serious face.
"Because you kind of turned me on, so I wanted to make sure I was turned on by girl-Kimura and not by the guy-one. "
Takuya had to look straight into Shingo eyes to be sure if he was serious or not.
"You really need to have some sex."
"I regularly have."
"Your hand does not count as a sexual partner."
"My hand is not chocolate skinned and 1.80cm tall, as far as I know."
Takuya gripped him from his shirt, forcing him to look at his side.
"Then why, WHY do you have to go always after my ass?"
"Why do you ask stupid question? You know you are irresistible."
Shingo said that as it was the most normal thing he ever said in his life. Takuya felt suddenly SO tired.
"You are a real pain in the ass, you know?"
"Would like me to become a real one?"
Takuya slapped Shingo's head so hard it echoed.
"... that's the WORST sexual oriented joke I've ever heard in my life."
Katori didn't seem to bother much about being hit. He was too focused in carrying on his advances.
"Neeeeee, I want to do you~"
It wasn't like Kimura didn't want to have sex. He had a sort of self-established rule that sounded more or less like "if it's with a guy I'm not cheating.", and among all the guys Shingo was no doubt the one he liked fucking with the most, but... he was SO annoyed by his behaviour.
Unluckly, Katori's hornypuppy-eyes were stronger than his will.
"Just once."
"C'mon, you know it's not going to be just once."
He wasn't going to let him win on that point.
"My ass, my rules."
"Yessir."
"Good boy."
It wasn't just once, it was obvious since the beginning, but Takuya liked to urge Shingo into giving immediately his best: it was more fun than having him know since the beginning his time was virtually unlimited.
Like always, Katori was wild, rough, eager to show his strenght, and at the same time ridicously greedy for kiss.
Kimura liked to be dragged by his fierce rythm, without thinking, just letting himself enjoy the most primeval pleasure life was able to give him.
Without implications or bounds, just for fun.
Shingo's teeth biting his shouder, his erection thrusting inside him, his arms holding him so tightly to make difficult even to breath, the smell of his sweat.
All Katori wanted, on the other hand, was to hear Takuya's voice reaching delightful high pitches while moaning in plesure, to feel his fingernail scratching his back and his body tighten, to taste under his fingertips his body faintly shacking. And his lips, those were dangerously addictive for Shingo, like a drug.
Kimura was his cocaine.
And having him panting heavily againts his chest, totally worn-out, was a satisfaction nearly vital for him.
"Do you think you are able to drive back home?"
He mocked him, running his fingers through his long and soaked hair.
"... you are kidding me, right?"
Was the answer Kimura tiredly dragged together.
"I'll drive back home."
"I'll pay for you taxi."
"Don't need to."
"Shut up and don't complain, kiddo."
Katori smiled, holding Takuya, his forehead against the other man's.
Then he calmly waited a minute for the other to fell asleep, and sneaky pulled his hand to reach for Kimura's fries, abandoned on the front seat,
They were cold, and chewy, but they tasted like victory.
It was so hard to steal something from Kimura, but nothing was able to give Shingo more satisfaction.
He really was a brat, after all.
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