FML: A Marurin Story [1/1]
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snoozing_kittenTitle: FML: A Marurin Story
Pairings/Characters: Akanishi Jin/Nakamaru Yuichi
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Thank you to Crys and Zoe who always listen to me whine, and held my hands through this. The addition of the ending –rin to a name automatically makes it sound ‘cutesy’.
Summary: Weird things have been happening lately and Maru is quite potentially completely off the deep end; so why does it seem like the only one who doesn’t think he’s crazy is Jin? Even Maru thinks he’s one tea cup short of a party.
It started on a Tuesday innocently enough. Maru was studying, hunched over his books like a crow over carrion and ripping into it just as voraciously, he had the hunger for knowledge (or an exam coming up on Friday) for motivation. Maru had no idea that the world as he knew it was going to go all topsy-turvy. He was so blissfully unaware of what was about to happen, fiendishly highlighting his way through chapter 13.6.
“Mail call!” Manager-san walked in even as he was knocking, and not surprisingly Kame was the only one who bothered to look up at his entrance. Koki had a sketch book balanced on his lap and pencil smudges on his fingers, didn’t even bother to remove the headphones that lived in his ears. Jin and his soul mate (his mobile, the only thing he really would die without) were in their corner making out, or whatever they did together. Junno’s own girlfriend had less buttons and a slot for UMD discs, her name was ‘Sara’ and she was a black limited edition Crisis Core model PSP with a lavender battery cover. It was a bit of a shock that he hadn’t bought the ring yet. Ueda had an ipod touch with some movie he was watching (it was Machida versus Silva, he’s seen it several times now but he liked it).
“Good morning.” Kame smiled, and nodded at him politely, his newest script balanced on his crossed-legs. He’d been writing notes in the margins with pink ink ‘skank’, ‘that’s dumb’, ‘how gay are you really?’ and so on and so forth. He may have been highlighting just as much if not more than Maru was.
“Good morning kids. I brought presents.” Every second Tuesday was fan mail day where they all sat around in a circle on the floor and mocked the crazy ones. Of course they wrote back pleasant little notes back, yes even to the crazy ones too. “Gather gather.”
There were several snicks as Jin’s phone slid closed and Junno flicked the off switch. They moved into a loose circle on the floor. Maru’s book slammed closed with a loud noise that seemed to startle no one but himself. Koki settled down on the floor beside his knee and pressed his head briefly against the bony protrusion. Jin levered himself down beside Koki so that their knees were touching and leaned back against the couch. Across from him Ueda sat on the floor and stretched his legs out, smiling faintly at Junno who was sitting cross-legged on the couch. Kame didn’t move from his position on the other end of the couch.
The boxes of goodies were set down in the middle and it was like the front of a Christmas card, with the six of them sitting around the presents like some happy loving family.
“Here are the letters.”
Kame and Jin eyed each other’s stacks, Kame subtly and Jin without care; as usual they were about even. Which meant that no money or items of clothing were going to be switching hands this run. The rest of them got their modest stack of fan-mail and the letters addressed to them as a collective were placed in the middle. It usually was the biggest stack and there was something wholly heart-warming about seeing it there like that.
“You can read those later, there are some packages.” He hauled the second box into the center and Koki dove for it, scrambling to grab the edges of the corrugated cardboard. The general rule was no eating food, but everything else was fair game.
“Kame.” He held up a small box and made a show of shaking it next to his ear while grinning at the other man’s annoyed scowl. It sailed through the air in a smooth arc and Maru winced hoping that there wasn’t anything fragile inside, and Kame caught it deftly out of the air. Packages were handed out as such, Koki gleefully tossing them at their recipient, no signature required on delivery, just fast reflexes.
Ueda got a pair of socks with fairies dancing on them that looked stretchy enough to actually fit his feet. In fact he looked rather surprisingly touched by the gesture and Junno nudged his foot with his shoulder so he could look at them too. Adult-man sized fairy gear, this could not be a good sign. Junno got another Yoshi plush toy, he tossed it in the air and caught it again, making it walk down his own thigh in a slow waddling plush-toy gait, making little pyion-pyion noises as it went. He did that every single time.
“How many of those do you have now?” Koki asked and Junno shrugged absently.
“Enough to take on Wario.” Junno answered.
“That’s a lot.” Jin nodded, and pulled out a book of drawings, of himself, probably his favourite gift to receive. The art was clean and crisp and Maru peeked over his shoulder to look at it, must be recent because it featured Jin’s long and messy hair style.
In his own box Maru found a rather queer looking thing. It looked like it was made of feathers and glitter. He frowned at the little doll, it couldn’t have been any bigger than his palm, sitting there and staring at him with black-button eyes. “Dude, that’s you.” Koki said rather needlessly.
“Ah?” He said holding the little thing; he felt bad thinking that it was kind of ugly because it was obvious that someone had put a lot of work into making a little doll of him. It was kind of creepy looking actually.
“Look at the nose.” Koki plucked it from his hand and peered closely at it, Jin setting his ‘book of me’ down on his leg and leaning over to look at the malformed monstrosity of stuffing and multi-coloured stitching. “Totally you.”
“Let’s see Marurin?” Ueda held his hand out and Koki tossed it. They passed the ugly thing around and Maru laughed it really wasn’t cute enough to be Marurin but it would work.
“Just like you.” Kame said with a laugh making it walk, and Junno leaned across so it could meet the newest Yoshi.
“Shut up.” He laughed back, pushing his glasses up his nose. Kame tossed it back to him and it hit his shoulder when he missed catching it, landing button-eyed side up and looking at him. Maru prodded it face down in the beginning of his pile of goodies.
The rest of the present opening went pretty normally, there were only a few stalker-ish gifts, which probably disappointed them more then the company would let them admit (that shit was funny). Then Koki said something about Ueda’s pile, and Ueda looked at him impassively before launching his socks with deadly accuracy at Koki’s face. Which of course needed retaliation but Koki’s aim wasn’t nearly as good and he hit Kame. Kame glared, socks hitting him square in the chest and took the small embroidered marriage proposal pillow (Junno had laughed until he cried when they opened that one, the box had been full of dried rose petals) right at Koki, whom of course accidentally hit Jin.
Manager-san whom was more then used to this slipped back and out of projectile range as the group started launching soft projectiles at each other while making up names to call each other. Maru was declared the ‘son of an egg-sucking eel’ when he hit Kame in the face with Marurin. Kame called Koki ‘dyke-faced dweeb’ when he launched it at Koki. All in all it was a pretty good fight.
No one noticed when Marurin bounced off Ueda’s shoulder and landed in Koki’s open bag.
~~
Koki couldn’t find his sunglasses, he was almost completely, well maybe, sure that he hadn’t left them at work. It would suck if he did because things tended to vanish when left in high traffic areas there, and he’d liked those ones a lot. Frowning he dragged himself over to his coat and checked the pockets which of course came up empty.
“Where?” Frowning he dug up-ended his work bag on the couch and everything came spilling out in a messy pile. He quickly sorted through everything until he found his glasses-case and smiled shaking it so he could hear the rattle of his favourite sun-glasses inside. He was ready to go out now.
Wait. What?
“What are you doing here?” He picked up the creepy little Marurin doll and looked into its shiny black button eyes and smiled. How did they manage to get a little fabric nose to stick like that anyways? Curiously he lifted the little feathery shirt the doll was wearing and sure enough there were little nipples and the cutest looking little plush belly-button ever. Since there was no one around to see him doing it Koki cooed a little and poked the plush tummy rubbing at the belly-button and laughing.
Man, some fans were just bat-shit.
Elsewhere, Maru was nervous, he hadn’t had time to properly study and he was so screwed for the test coming up. He could feel each hour that passed as he scrambled to write out his notes as it scraped through his brain. He felt bad about it, but he really didn’t have time to entertain Sayuri tonight. She was going to be so mad at him, but he didn’t have time and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.
“Hello?” When the phone picked up.
“Hey.” He smiled; she had a rather cute voice. A little like Minnie-Mouse actually.
“Are we still on for tonight?” And maybe that was what he didn’t like about her, and liked at the same time, she always got right to the point and gave him no room to stutter around what needed to be said. In fact she was practically psychic for these things.
“About that. I couldn’t finish in time and I need to study.”
“Yuichi.” She whined and he winced, feeling guilty and like a bad boyfriend from all the way across the city. She was probably glaring in whatever direction she thought he was in and sending evil thoughts. “You promised that you would stop cancelling our dates.”
“I know but rehearsal went on really long and I need to do well on this test. I am really,” He paused because a giggle was lodging its way in his throat. He cleared it and clenched his tummy muscles. “Sorry.” He squeaked out.
“You don’t sound sorry.” She pouted and he nodded into the phone biting his lip. Oh god, what the hell was going on?
“I am.” He managed to grit out between his teeth, free hand pressed to his stomach but it wasn’t helping. “Look I need to go.”
“Maru, I don’t think I can do this anymore if you’re not going to take us seriously.”
Seriously? He was so close to bursting out laughing that his diaphragm hurt from the straining of holding it in. It felt like someone was tickling him over and over and his eyes watered, and he had to hold his breath to stop it.
“Got to go, bye.” He hit end just as he burst out laughing, and it was so hard that it hurt, curling into his chair and clutching his stomach. His girlfriend just broke up with him and he was laughing so hard that it brought tears to his eyes and he couldn’t breathe in properly.
Koki stopped rubbing the doll’s tummy and grinned to himself. If it had a belly button, he pulled down small cloth pants and sure enough there was a tiny penis. Bat-shit crazy fans indeed. With a laugh he poked at that too.
Across the city Maru finally stopped laughing but stayed doubled over breathing heavily, shaking and shivering, wetness spreading across the front of his pants as orgasm shivered through him out of nowhere. He whimpered pitifully.
“I’d better give this back to him, it’s too funny.” Koki laughed and put the doll down on the couch and slipped his sun-glasses onto his face and left. “Bat-shit, the lot of them.” He wouldn’t have it any other way.
~~
Maru was going crazy. One moment he was in the bathroom at the company and the next he was tap-dancing. Maru didn’t even know how to tap dance. Water was flicking everywhere as his arms moved and he feet tapped in a happy rhythm. Eyes wide he couldn’t help but watch his feet, this was like that movie about the penguins. He was Happy Feet.
Of course that was when the door opened and someone poked their head in. Maru was torn somewhere between screaming and crying and fainting.
“I’m... sorry to have disturbed you.” The man said eyeing Maru warily like he might start flinging stuff at him. Which given the situation was a completely valid fear since Maru was clearly off his rocker, completely mad.
He couldn’t say anything back to that, the door closed and his shoes continued to scuff against the floor.
Five minutes ago in KAT-TUN’s dressing room.
“Hey.” Koki slung his bag down and stretched, Junno greeted him automatically, not looking up from making love to his PSP with his fingers (her rotational stick was a little sensitive to the left). “I just remembered, have you seen Maru around?”
“Nope.” Junno shook his head, flicking his eyes up to Koki for a moment before reattaching himself to his game. “Why?”
“I accidentally got his freaky little doll.” He pulled it out of his bag and Junno paused his game to grab it.
“It is kind of scary.” Junno stared hard at it. “Whoever made it really knows the nose.” Koki rolled his eyes but snorted inelegantly in amusement. Still holding the doll he grinned to himself and made it dance in place, shaking it back and forth so it looked like it was tapping its little feet. It did a complicated little number. “Wow Nakamaru, you’re so good at that.” Junno laughed and made the little doll bow.
“Want to see something really weird?” Koki snatched the doll back. Junno leaned over into his personal space peering rather intently as Koki again pulled down the pants.
“Nakamaru has a tiny penis!” Junno exclaimed with amused glee, which is of course exactly when Ueda walked into the room. He gave them a simple look, with a raised eyebrow and an aborted twitch of his lips that said he wanted to laugh but was caught thinking that they were pretty much still a pair of twelve year old boys.
“Are you two done playing with your dolls? The tea party is about to start.” Ueda drawled and Koki smirked at him, waving pant-less Marurin at him.
“Says the guy who likes fairies.” Ueda shrugged and shook his head.
“Rehearsal starts in ten don’t be late.”
“Thanks.” Junno smiled at him. When Ueda was gone he poked at the penis in question it with one long finger. “It is kind of surprisingly cute.”
“You’re twisted.” Koki answered simply, but yeah, it was kind of cute.
Back in the washroom Maru was hiding in the corner having finished off his impromptu performance with a deep bow and a startled squeal. Once he was in control of his legs again he scuttled up against the wall to catch his breath and pressed his back against the reassuring coolness. He pressed his hot cheek against the smooth white wall breathing deeply and trying to corral his mutinous thoughts into some semblance of order.
When his knees, which were pulled up against his chest, hit his chin orgasm flashed through him fast and hard, all suffocating heat as he choked on a cry. It was like getting hit by lightening out of the blue. With the front of his pants a mess he let out a hissed curse, face hot all over again. Obviously he’d finally snapped.
It was much later, but he wasn’t sure how much time, his mind too busy trying desperately to rationalize what was happen and build itself a good denial defence mechanism. When the door opened he may have tried to get to his feet without realizing they had fallen asleep and slid back down the wall with a squeak. Jin looked at him oddly, slipping fully into the room and letting the door fall closed behind him.
“Are you okay?” His hair was pulled back into a messy tie, but bits of it were free and sticking out in odd tufts. It was actually kind of a cute look for him, and Maru almost laughed out loud, what the hell was he thinking at a time like this? Right around the fucking bend with him.
“Not feeling so well. Actually I think I’m going to go home.” At least that’s what he thought he said, it came out more a mass of jumbled syllables and stutters, his face heating up again. He used the wall to push himself standing and even managed to dart out of the bathroom on numb legs without falling and hurting himself. Because that was what he needed to trip and fall on his face in front of Jin while his underwear was a sticky mess and his ankles hurt from tap dancing.
~~
Maru didn’t show up for work the next day, instead hiding under his blankets and telling himself that there was no actual way tiny aliens had infiltrated his brain. Half of him was waiting for him to start juggling or doing a hand-stand without his conscious decision to do so.
Marurin was found on the couch by Ueda who scowled at it and shoved it in his bag to be given to whom-ever would be sent to check on Maru. He forgot about it soon after.
~~
In the end it was Jin who’d volunteered to go see Maru. Kame gave him a low smirk which he pretended not to see and Koki nudged Ueda in the ribs and was pinched hard in the hip back for it. So he nudged Junno instead, whom deemed it okay to rub shoulders conspiratorially back with him. It felt odd being half a dynamic duo when Maru wasn’t actually here. (He should find out if Tego or Shige felt the same, maybe they could start a support group; Tackki and Koichi were not allowed because they were too used to it. The weird sort of separation anxiety.) He flipped them off with an air of unaffected dismissal, which meant ‘see you later and I’ll let you know if he’s dying’. KAT-TUN’s secret language was a hard one to master.
Maru was still hiding under his blankets while watching tv on his laptop, and seriously getting hungry by this point, but the working theory was as long as he wasn’t in contact with someone else he couldn’t embarrass himself, when the door bell went off. For a few moments he went still as could be, debating if he should try and pretend like he wasn’t here. His phone went off next and he sagged under the blankets, glaring at the offending sound.
Tentatively he slid out from under the sheets and padded across his bedroom. He made his way slowly, phone buzzing and ringing in his hand, he hadn’t dared pick it up in a few days and people were starting to get mad. When nothing happened by the time he was in the front hall he began to relax a little, relief washing over him in palpable waves, and allowed himself to hustle ass, the door bell was starting to get a little insistent.
Maru wasn’t at all sure what to say when he found Jin standing on his door-step evening light filtering in behind him and making Maru wince against the natural light.
“Can I come in?”
“Oh, yes. Of course, go ahead.” He moved out of Jin’s way and took quick stock of himself, why hadn’t he seen this intervention coming? Clothes were a ratty pair of sweats and an over-sized sweatshirt he’d had for many years now. He was a little rank, having spent the whole day wallowing in bed. At least there had been no more... orgasms. Not that he didn’t like it and all, but usually there was a little bit of lead up, you know some warning that it was about the happen. It really was ‘wham bam thank you mam’ in nature and it was freaky. Was that a medical condition? Was he going to die?
From mortification maybe, but he was reasonably sure that in the history of men there had never been anyone who died from spontaneous orgasm. Couldn’t girls do that or something?
“You don’t look like you’re dying.” Jin said casually as he was slipping off his boots and Maru choked quietly on his own saliva.
“Do you want some tea? I’ll go make tea.” And Maru fled from the front room, he paused at the off-shoot for his bedroom and wondered if it would be too obvious is he changed. Whatever. He was probably going to embarrass himself one way or another.
He could hear Jin banging around his living room, and probably snooping through things even as he was pouring the water into the tea pot. He made a quick and dirty pot of tea bringing out two mugs for them.
“So, what’s up?” True to form Jin was standing next to his book case, not even bothering to look like he was doing anything but poking through it. In as many years as Jin had been poking around his living room (and sometimes if he can swing it the bedroom too) and he had never found any of Maru’s porn. Maru actually just enjoys moving it to fuck with his head, but if he’d looked in the basket at the bottom of the shelf he would have found a CD-booklet. Sadly, he didn’t.
“Hm?” Maru set the tea down on the low coffee table and crawled up on the couch, bringing his knees up onto the couch with him and leaving his slippers where his feet would go.
“You. Not at work?” Jin sat on the other end of the couch, but he didn’t so much as sit as ooze using arms and legs, managing to increase his surface area for maximum laziness.
“I’m sick.” Maru was a shitty liar, he knew this, but it wasn’t a lie.
“You don’t look sick.” Jin gave him a squinty look that made him flush and smile at the same time.
“Well I am.” He huffed. Which should have lead to awkward questioning and Jin, whining and needling him because he wouldn’t say what was wrong but Maru took that moment to shiver violently. It was a as though someone poured ice down his back, everything flashing cold enough to burn his skin. He sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth and tried to clench his teeth together to keep them from chattering.
“What’s wrong?” Jin’s casual face is gone, and he’s suddenly right up against Maru looking a little panicked and when he opened his mouth to say something a soft whine came out, followed by a series of stutters. Sudden warmth against his skin was almost painful and it took a lot of concentration to keep from flinching away from the suddenness, but it was just Jin’s hand pressing against his forehead. “You’re... freezing?”
“C-c-c-cold.” Maru squeaked. Trying to control the way his jaw was twitching with the effort to generate heat.
“I’ll go grab a blanket, try to hold this.” His teacup burned his fingers but he tried to hold onto it anyways, pressing it against the arm of the couch to keep everything steady. Focused on the pain of the heat on his hands it barely seemed like he blinked and Jin was back with the comforter that he’d dragged off the bed. Given the circumstances he couldn’t find it to be angry that he was messing up his house. Instead the heat offered by the thick cotton seemed like a god-send.
He made grabby fingers for it and Jin helped it around his shoulders. “I guess you really are sick.” He said and Maru gave him a sour look, opened his mouth to say something when another shiver tore its way violently through his body and he snapped his teeth together just missing the edge of his tongue.
“No sh-shi-shit.” He managed to grumble around the tiny tremors that the large one left in its wake.
Jin actually smiled at that and fluffed the corner of his blanket. “Is that helping?”
“Still c-c-cold.” He said rather miserably, too old to whine but too uncomfortable to care that that was exactly what he was doing.
“Here, open up for a moment.” Maru was loath to let go of the blanket and the meagre amount of warmth that it provided but Jin had sharp fingers that poked into soft yielding parts of him when he didn’t move fast enough. He wasn’t uncovered for too long, Jin twisting and tugging at the blankets, all but hauling him up and out of the hastily built nest.
“Hey hey.” Maru hissed, but then Jin was settling back against the couch and Maru was sitting sideways on him so his whole side was pressed to the incredible heat of Jin’s chest and the blanket was being pulled around the both of them.
“Shit, you are cold.” Jin hissed and Maru could feel his nipples getting hard from it where his bony shoulder was pressed, but Jin was pulling him close and he was tucking his freezing face against the warmth of Jin’s neck. He was so embarrassed that his face should have been burning, and his heart was going to beat its way right through his rib cage and he sure as hell would have been flinging himself off of Jin and into a heap on the floor right now if it were not for the fact that Jin was so warm. He may have had an off-and-on crush on Jin for years, but in that moment he could have married him out of sheer gratitude for the warmth that was spreading across his side. It wasn’t enough to battle the bone-cold, but it was a start.
“Thank you.” He twined closer to the younger man, trying to burrow under him, and above him at the same time and just ending up tangled in the blanket and Jin’s arms.
“Ouch, stop moving, that’s my balls you’re squishing.” Jin hissed against his hair and Maru squeaked. It would probably be a little warmer if he was closer but this would have to do.
“Sorry.” Maru kept his face down and completely missed the oddly flushed and embarrassed look on the younger man’s face. Jin’s forearm was hard against the bony bit of his shoulder and the house was too quiet around them, nothing to occupy his thoughts but the steady thrum of Jin’s heart and the painful contraction of his muscles trying to shiver.
“...You’re not actually going to die right?” Jin asked against the side of his head, voice pitched low to match the unnatural stillness of the moment. Maru laughed, refusing to lift his head up, when he did things were going to get crazy again, well crazier. “KATUT, sounds like some weird foreign food.” Which surprised a snort out of him and Maru hid his smile, Jin was being creepily friendly. Just great, not only was he going to end up in the loonie-bin but Jin was a pod-person too.
“I...” His voice was slightly muffled by the sheer amount of blanket pulled around his neck but still close enough to Jin’s ear to be heard. “I think I’m going crazy.”
“Like?”
“Like fucking crazy Jin. Stark raving bonkers, one card short full of a deck.”
Was Jin petting him? It finally happened; he’d lost that last tether to reality. He was probably in a white padded room right now so drugged up he couldn’t find his own ass with a map.
“Hey, it’s okay. We all feel like that some times. I ran all the way to America.” Maru shook his head. Not likely.
Ueda pushed the sweaty bangs off his face using the sort of clean part of his forearm to push his hair further back, bouncing slightly on the ends of his toes as he did so. The little speed bag stared back at him, mocking. He went for another thirty second round at it under the watchful eye of his coach. He liked working his aggression out this way, meant that he no longer wanted to hit people he knew when they couldn’t understand him.
Also meant that if he wanted to hit someone it would hurt and there was a large portion of him that almost glowed with that knowledge.
He didn’t notice that Marurin was pressed against the bottle of ice he kept in his bag for after his boxing lessons. Even if he had he wouldn’t have known what it meant.
~~
Maru couldn’t hide at home forever, but he was even more nervous and twitchy at work than usual, jumping at shadows and waiting like a small creature under the shadow of a predator for the other shoe to drop. Everyone knew but no one could figure out what was wrong.
The rest of KAT-TUN which normally wasn’t the most of best-friends but could at least tolerate each other’s presence was giving him space. Maru was surprisingly forceful when he was annoyed, and it seemed lately he was in a permanent snit. Which is of course when the news of his unfortunate break-up with his girlfriend spread to them (which did make his anxiety worse when mentioned but not for the reasons anyone would have guessed.) Jin it seemed was the only one who was not full of helpful advice; ‘you just need to get back on the horse. Cowgirl style is a lot of fun you know’ or ‘you could try and get her back.’
“Hey.” Jin sank down into the chair next to him and Maru smiled at him. He’d been staring at his text book for the last half an hour reading the same page. He still couldn’t figure a single word of it out and fuck he needed to get this done but his head wasn’t in the game.
“Hey.” Maru pushed over the half of his dessert from lunch that he’d been saving since Jin had developed this odd habit of checking up on him lately and taking it anyways. Part of Maru wondered what Jin had bribed Koki with to inherit the duty because it was usually Koki who swarmed him and prodded him until he admitted defeat to the superiorly annoying one and put down his book. So far even Koki was avoiding his bad mood and that actually hurt a little.
“Feeling better?” Jin bumped his shoulder against his as he shifted; snagging the dessert that had been placed there just for him.
“Yeah, sure.” Maru lied, twirling his high-lighter between two fingers. Nothing weird had happened lately, maybe he was just being paranoid and Jin wasn’t a space man and he didn’t have some brain rotting disease. Fuck it.
“You seem... down.” Maru arched a single eyebrow at him, but Jin was more intent on the half a piece of cake he was eating. “We should go out tomorrow night.”
“I have stuff to do.” Studying was coming along... slowly.
“Come on, it will take your mind off whatever.” Jin bumped his shoulder again and he dropped the high-lighter. “I’ll pick you up at ten. Koki’ll probably come too.”
“Jin.” He started.
“We start up again in twenty minutes, don’t be late or Kame’ll have kittens.”
Well fine. Things seemed to have evened out anyways.
The next day,
“What the hell?” Ueda muttered to himself, he’d stayed a little later because he wasn’t sure that he was doing the dance entirely right. Which never really seemed to matter before, but it was a personal thing, if he was going to do something, he was going to damn well perfect it. While changing out of his sweaty practice clothes he’d found that creepy little doll of Maru.
The only other person sill around was Kame, who was preening over his hair by the mirror. “Why do I have this?” He wiggled the doll at the other man and Kame looked over his shoulder and shrugged.
“Do you fanboy Maru now?” He moved a piece of hair and frowned, moving it back, probably had a date later. Kame wasn’t so much as vain as quietly insecure, making up for all the things he couldn’t change with things he could. Ueda had known him too long to really be fooled by Kame’s bitchy attitude anymore. “I’m sure he’ll be flattered.”
“It was in my bag.” He frowned at it, the light hitting shiny button-eyes and staring back at him. There was something unsettling about the little doll. “Taguchi gave it to me.”
He hummed, standing shirtless in the artificial coolness of the room contemplating a doll of his co-worker and before the ridiculousness of the situation could catch up with him he tugged the pants down and let out a small bark of laughter. “Koki was right, Maru does have a small dick.”
That finally managed to get Kame’s attention. They had a rather reciprocal agreement, they would keep it together in front of the others, Kame could be prissy and Ueda could be unflappable. Together they could be fourteen year old girls. Not that he would ever tell.
“What?”
“They were laughing about it earlier, come look.” Ueda shook the doll tantalizingly at the younger man and Kame caved, grinning absently as he set down the comb and came over to stand next to Ueda. Together they peered, looks like Maru stuffed.
“That’s so weird there are even balls.” Kame said and Ueda snorted. They spent a minute just examining the ridiculous detail.
Maru was in the middle of a rather dry portion of his book on water toxicity and the compounding effects of poisons in the food chain when his skin felt tight all over. He had just enough time to throw his book away and twist so his face was pressing into the arm of the couch when he was muffling a moan against his own arm and creaming his pyjama pants. Panting with the force of it he shivered.
“Oh my god.” He breathed; it made it feel like someone had grabbed his stomach and squeezed his orgasm out of him, pleasure still singing just under his skin. On his exhale it happened again, skin tightening a fraction of a second before he was thrusting his hips in jerky movements against the air, eyes squeezed shut as orgasm slammed through him.
When it was done his breathing was more like sobbing. One more would probably kill him.
“That’s so weird.” Kame had pushed Ueda’s fingers away so he too could poke at it too.
Hours later Maru, and after a very long shower, he was still hiding and trying hard not to think about water toxicity, because limnology really isn’t that exciting. Holy fuck. He twitched a little when his phone rang, leaning out of the cocoon of blankets he snagged it and reluctantly answered when it would not stop ringing.
“I’ll be there in ten.” Akanishi’s voice on the other end sounded like he was running.
“Go without me.” Maru said back, feeling a little guilty that he had completely forgot about Jin’s little planned adventure.
“What? No.”
“Sorry, I’m not feeling well, go have fun. Bye.” He hung up, felt bad and wanted to call back but managed to just roll over under his blankets instead. With his knees pulled to his chest he closed his eyes. He should probably study.
Ten minutes on the dot later there was a horrible banging on his door. It started up in concert with his phone going off and this was a bit familiar, déjà vu. Jin was standing on the other side of his door looking annoyed, and far too attractive with his hair pulled back and a tight black sleeveless top. “What are you doing here?” Maru stared dumbly at the other idol standing on his door-step. Him and Jin had never been ‘casual-visit’ friends and this was getting sort of eerie.
“I’m here for you idiot.” He shouldered his way into the front hall and Maru left to make more tea. You had to be polite to guests, even if they were uninvited.
Armed with tea and his manners he put the two steaming cups down on the table and turned to Jin, to find him talking on his phone. “Sorry, you’re going to have to keep Kame from doing anything stupid, I’m going to stay here with Maru. No just get him drunk it’ll be fine tomorrow. Yeah, see you.”
“You don’t need to stay with me.” Maru said absently. “What’s wrong with Kame?”
“His date went bad and he’s bitching about it.” Jin shrugged, reaching up to let his hair down.
“You can still go.” Maru waved his tea in the direction of the door; he really really didn’t want to have an ‘incident’ in front of Jin. He could feel himself blushing just thinking about it. “I’ll be fine all on my own.”
Oddly that made Jin actually look kind of pained, and Maru frowned. Pod person indeed.
“I’m staying.”
“You don’t need too.” Maru sipped his tea; it was still hot enough to burn the tip of his lip so he just held it to warm his hands and for something besides Jin’s lazy slouch to look at. The other man practically made being distracting an art form.
“There isn’t a point unless you go too.” Maru looked up sharply to find Jin looking distinctly uncomfortable.
“I’m not feeling well.” Meaning, I keep spontaneously coming, and I need to do my laundry.
“That’s why I’m here.” Jin nodded sharply and Maru frowned deeper into his tea.
“I don’t get it. I’m starting to think you’re crazier than me lately.” Maru said it slowly,
Jin snorted. “I think so too.”
“Huh?” Maru blinked, and to his shock Jin was blushing, the diffuse lighting in his living room picking up the pink flush on the younger man’s cheeks. Maru couldn’t remember seeing Jin blush, not since they’d been kids. This new Jin just didn’t do stuff like that.
“I like you.”
In retrospect laughing probably wasn’t the best response. He didn’t even have that strange body-possession feeling to blame it on, it was just too absurd. Jin went to clubs and slept with loose and easy girls, fake girls with too much make-up and great technique. He did like geeky awkward guys no matter how long they had been friends.
When he stopped laughing Jin looked quite pissed, and more than a little hurt. “Asshole.” He snarled and Maru covered his face with his hands.
“You’re not kidding are you?” His voice was muffled by his hands and it saved him from having to look at Jin’s face.
“No.” There was movement, but if it was Jin getting up or just shifting Maru didn’t bother to look. His brain was alternating going fast and slow, too much input at one time frying synapses. After a long and rather uncomfortable silence Maru looked up to find Jin had flung himself against the other arm of the couch and was glaring at the television.
“That explains why you’ve been acting so weird lately.” Jin choked on his own saliva at the comment but Maru kept talking, measuring his words against his own breathing and just resisting the urge to break out in hysterical laughter. “I thought it was invasion of the pod people all over again. Or just another part of this weird delusion I’ve been having.”
“You really are more of an ass then people think.” At least Jin was looking at him now and he looked more annoyed then angry and somehow that was important.
Another deep breath, his heart was hammering for some reason his own pulse was too loud in his ears. “I think,” He paused; Jin was looking somewhere over his shoulder, “that I just might maybe like you back. A little.”
Well at least give it a try because Jin already meant so much to him, and he hadn’t really noticed or thought about it until that really painfully awkward scene there. If he was going mad, at least he’d have Jin there to be crazy with him.
“...Cool.” He was smiling and Maru wanted to sink into the couch and let it eat him whole. How embarrassing, and how could anyone ever believe that Jin was any kind of Casanova? He was a hack, with the emotional maturity of a toddler. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
Maru squeaked but didn’t resist per say.
~~
Life seemed to settle down a little bit after that, Maru wasn’t struck by lightning and Jin was a surprisingly sweet boyfriend to have. Maru cringed a little at the thought of the word boyfriend, that was so adolescent, but they were not really lovers and so boyfriend it was. Despite the distinct possibility that his future held a straightjacket and a padded room he was feeling more relaxed and it really seemed like things were going to settle back down into normal.
“Hey Maru.” Jun bumped his shoulder with his own and Maru handed over half his dessert, he found he really did like the way the other man’s eyes lit up when he took that first bite. He also may have liked the flick of his tongue against his lips as he chased the last crumbs away. “Can I come over tonight?”
He tried really hard not to blush since Kame was sitting right there but it was a bit of a wasted effort. “Sure.” His voice squeaked a little but he ignored it, Jin was smiling at him around a cheek full of cake and just on cue there was the tongue and Maru flushed all over again.
“Want to come? We can play poker.”
“Busy.” Kame rolled his eyes and flipped the page in the magazine he was reading, Jin winked at him and Maru was helpless to stop the smile that surfaced in response.
Kame hadn’t been lying he was busy. But she’d blown him off again and so he was at home debating calling up Maru to see if him and Jin were up to something. Still there was the tight and hot sting of pride on his tongue; would it be better to spend time inside watching movies then to let them know he was lonely?
Beer would help.
In fact he was behind on dramas and there was a stack of DVDs borrowed from friends that he was also behind on. Kame smiled to himself and felt his whole body relax by degrees. You know what? She was too much work anyways and he had more important things to do.
Two beers later and Kame was eating potato chips and getting crumbs everywhere and enjoying himself immensely. He really did need take more time to just relax instead of trying to rush through his life so haphazardly. He grinned absently at the though and more crumbs fell on his black wife-beater. While setting his feet up on the low coffee table he managed to kick over his bottle and it flew side-ways glug glug glug spilling out deep amber against the shiny surface. Scrambling up quickly he grabbed a hand-full of tissue and righted the bottle with his other hand.
He mopped up the small lake on the coffee table and grimaced at the small doll that lay there in the middle of it. He kept forgetting to put it in his bag in the morning and now it was all booze-soaked. Poor little guy. He did feel a bit bad, it was Maru’s doll after all.
Frowning he pulled the clothes off and set them down on some fresh tissue to let them dry out, he set the naked little doll down and curled back up on the couch, bending down to pick up the fallen bag of chips.
It was like being fifteen all over again, except that when he’d been fifteen he’d been an awkward idol, so it really was like being fifteen in the movies. They were just sitting on the couch with some movie playing in the background and making out. Jin had these lips and that tongue and it was electrifying. It wasn’t anything at all like kissing anyone else he’d ever kissed because Jin was never meek, never coy when he kissed he just took and took and Maru gave back just as good and it was almost like fighting but it felt so much better. Slick and hot and delicious.
He was still a little hesitant to go that last step, but he wanted it. When Jin wasn’t here he might have fantasized about Jin touching him. Well inside of him. Touching.
Maru hummed softly, his lips tingling, and hands pressing against the softness of Jin’s back. His skin was warm and smooth under his fingertips, muscles moving and bunching right there under his fingertips, the sensation clamouring with heat of Jin’s mouth against his own. Why hadn’t sex always been like this? So bright and sharp instead of awkward and embarrassing? Not that it had all been terrible (it was sex after all and he liked sex), but it wasn’t this.
“We’re going to have to watch the movie again.” Maru said in an almost conversational tone as Jin worked on pulling his shirt up to his armpits. “I have no idea what is going on.” Because there was this taste to Jin’s neck like salt and chemicals, and he licked at it and followed it down to where it was more shoulder then neck and continued to taste, his hands pushing Jin’s shirt up from the bottom and nosing it down so he could reach more skin.
“I’m okay with that.”
If Maru hadn’t already felt hot he might have noticed the way everything seemed to go liquid, his heart beating fast and his mind dulling ever so slightly. Love drunk. Either way he felt a little bold and a little like he was sick of waiting for Jin to always be making the next move. He bit down lightly on the thin skin that stretched over Jin’s collar-bone and soothed the sensation with his tongue. Jin hissed above him in obvious pleasure, his hips shifting against the couch slightly.
He set his hand on Jin’s stomach, close enough to be provocative and Jin’s eyes opened to regard him, lips full and a little too red twisted into a smile. “Yeah?” His voice was a faint growl and he cleared it and tried again. “Maru.”
“I think we should just watch the movie later.”
Jin gave him a speculative glance but didn’t look like he understood what Maru was implying.
“We could, you know.” He made a vague hand gesture in the direction of his bedroom and watched Jin’s eyes darken, it was kind of hard not too considering how close together they were. Still he didn’t say anything, just smirked a little and tilted his head to the side in mock innocent question.
“What?”
“Well, if you’re not watching the movie we could move to the bedroom.” He barely even stuttered at all.
“Sure.” Jin stood and in one movement pulled the shirt fully over his head. And while Maru was still sitting on the couch staring at the lines of his shoulders and the faint definition in his abs Jin threw the shirt at his face. Growling he tossed the shirt at Jin’s retreating back and stood himself, faintly surprised when the word span a little and he had to close his eyes to keep everything straight. Flicking his own shirt off with the ease of years of practice with high-speed costume changes.
Jin was sitting on the edge of his bed when he walked in, and he looked a little nervous but covered it up with a smile and a beckon. The truth is neither of them really know what they are doing and the thought should scare Maru more than it does. Then he was standing in front of Jin shirtless and the younger man was pressing his face against his ribs and breathing deeply, hands curling on the slight curve of his ass to hold him tight. Without anything better to do with his hands he tangled them in the thickness of Jin’s hair. Without product in it it was a lot softer then he’d originally thought, the perm wasn’t too bad wrapped around his fingers.
“I think, that I might want you to fuck me.” Maru said, and it was unexpectedly easy when Jin wasn’t looking at him to say.
“You think that maybe?” Jin tilted to head back to look at him and Maru’s hands went with the movement, slipping down to stroke behind his ears.
“Possibly.”
Jin laughed and it tickled the skin on his stomach. He pressed a loud smacking skin against the sharp jut of his hip bone and Maru squeaked, tugging at his hair because that just tickled too much.
“Then you should probably get down here.” Jin let him go to lay back on the bed and it left Maru’s hands feeling cold.
“You might be right.” He crawled into the bed so he could press himself along Jin’s side, hiding his face in the curve of his shoulder. Jostled out of the way as Jin wiggled into his side, tangling their legs together with a happy smile. He needed to smile like that more often. Maru kissed it, Jin’s mouth opening under his easily and letting him inside where it was slick and smooth and he moaned a little in the back of his throat hardening against the zipper to his jeans. Jin’s sweat pants were much more practical, hardly hampering the visible ride of his dick. Maru licked his lips and raised his eyes to Jin’s finding them dark and intense, focused on his mouth.
“You drive me crazy.”
Maru smiled even as Jin tipped him back into the bed kissing him with a single-minded passion that their producers could only wish he would apply to his performing. Twining around him with his arms and legs, and this is what they were doing on the couch, but somehow it felt better when they were lying down. Jin’s solid, naked chest pushing his own into the bed, his own hands mapping out the sharp ridge of a shoulder blade, the other trying to worm its way into the waistband of his jeans it fizzled along his spine and drew pleasure from as deep as his toes. Would probably feel even better if he was naked. Sex usually did.
“Help me get your pants off.” Maru tugged at the hem, but Jin’s thighs were in the way and he couldn’t find the right string to pull without looking.
“Impatient.” Jin laughed, moaning when Maru pressed the heel of his palm up against his dick hard and hot through two layers of fabric; it was Maru’s turn to smile against Jin’s cheek. “Good point.”
They broke away to shimmy out of their remaining clothing. Maru even felt a little sexy as he kicked off his jeans and found Jin watching him intently. He wasn’t too skinny, or too pale, Jin’s hands on him and the heat that they left made him shiver and shudder and perfect all over. Jin was every bit as glorious naked as he last remembered all smooth skin and arching flexing muscles as they touched everywhere that they could reach. Dry skin slipping together getting a little damp and hot as they continued to touch, hands eventually settling on hard dicks, Maru kissing Jin sloppily as the younger man thumbed the head of his cock the friction almost too much without anything to smooth the way.
“I think now would be a really good time to fuck me.” His blood was pounding through his body and every nerve ending was on fire. When he closed his eyes vertigo threatened to take over and Jin’s hands were all that was holding him against the earth. He actually kind of felt slutty.
“When did you get so pushy?” Jin laughed and rolled them again, careful of knees and elbows and Maru’s sharp hips.
“When you wouldn’t get on with it. I’m not a girl and you don’t need to try to get me all wet.” He smothered Jin’s chuckle with his own mouth.
Probably should have thought about it before acting so rashly, because it is one thing to imagine it and another to be lying on his back and directing Jin to the lube and condoms and watching his suddenly huge-looking dick bob and sway. Where your average Maru would have quailed in fear of all of that trying to fit in his ass this new Maru just basked in the way his heart jumped up another notch, his own cock twitching a little against his stomach. Oh yeah.
“You’re sure about this?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know, but I want you to.”
“That’s so cool.” Jin grinned at him, all little-boy charm with an edge of hunger. Maru groaned, twisting his head to hide his face. “In the movies they put a pillow here, which one don’t you like?”
“What?”
“This one?” Jin snagged a pillow and before Maru could comment on what Jin planned to do with that pillow it was being shoved under him to cant his hips up. Oh, well that was helpful. Jin hooked one of his knees around his own elbow using the purchase to push his leg out of the way, the other Maru raised over his hip. Jin licked his lips and Maru shivered all over, they really were going to do this.
The almost-shock lasted until something wet pressed against him and Maru couldn’t verbalize what that felt like. Intrusion was a good word for it, wrong and creepy were also worthy. He was going to call the whole thing off, because it was actually kind of painful too, but the look of rapture on Jin’s face was just enough to give him pause. He looked like Maru had just given him everything he’d ever wanted, awed and pleased all at once. Gritting his teeth Maru resisted the urge to close his legs and push Jin away, clung to the tatters of his earlier bravado.
A few insulting things got tangled behind his teeth when Jin moved and Maru closed his eyes breathing deeply. Slowly it stopped being so uncomfortable, and he found that he could deal with this at least. Then Jin was adding a second finger and Maru hated him all over again. Jin leaned down, squishing his leg in the process but it was a fair trade because he was kissing Jin breathlessly trying to take his mind off the sensation. He might have bit Jin’s lip a little in retaliation but it was more of a reflex thing when Jin twisted the two fingers that he was just getting used to.
“Better?” Jin asked against his mouth and Maru had to admit that it didn’t feel quite so weird anymore. Like stretching a sore muscle, a good sort of hurt.
“Yeah.”
“Okay.” Jin kissed him once more, fast and hard before rearing back, and when he did that the muscles on his arms moved nicely. Maru sighed, breathing out deeply as Jin’s fingers slipped out. Foil rapped catching the light and glinting teasingly as Jin ripped it open and tossed it aside. They stared almost uneasily at each other, but it still didn’t feel as awkward as it should have.
Maru opened his mouth to say something, he wasn’t sure what but it was all lost in a hiss that dragged out into a groan as Jin pushed. He was dying, and it felt kind of good, but mostly like he was dying, going to slide right out of his skin or something equally graphic. Jin paused and breathed deep, and Maru was keenly aware of the fact that he was being spread open, back arched and aching on the end of Jin’s cock.
“Ahh.” He moaned softly and Jin smiled, rocking his hips deeper still.
“Okay.” Jin panted and he pushed Maru’s legs out of the way opening him further, so he could press his cheek against Maru’s chest. He could probably heard the rapid thump thump thump of his heart beating out of control.
“Great.” He hissed. There wasn’t any word for how he felt but ‘full’ Jin’s dick was longer then his fingers had been and it was doing weird things to his insides. Everything all the way up to his throat felt too tight and it only got worse when Jin moved, pleasure and discomfort exploding behind his closed eyelids.
Jin was moaning low in this throat, it was a startlingly music sound, and Maru was making these little hitching noises, not quite groans with each thrust without even realizing it in counterpoint. Jin’s huge hands on his ass pulling him back against the liquid roll of his hips and the discomfort was a faintly distant memory in the face of the rush of pleasure that flooded through his system at the constant pressure. Jin was rubbing up against something really good inside, it felt like a hand on his dick but in a more diffused sense, like it radiated from his whole body to settle low in his balls.
“Oh god.” Jin hissed and he was moving leaning forward, and that changed the depth and angle. Maru moaned and twisted as well as he could in counterpoint. That felt even better than before, the pleasure sharper and brighter than before. Releasing the grip he had on the sheets he grabbed at his own cock, moaning and squirming into the heat of it. Everything was coiled so tight that he didn’t need much to push him over.
Maru tried to say something, to warn Jin or something but again a sharp burst of pleasure cut through his thoughts and that was all. He moaned and fucked the loose tunnel of his fist as he shook and gasped, coming against his stomach in intense waves that threatened to drown him. Jin swore sharp against his him, eyes pressed shut as he kept fucking him, his thrusts turning hard and jerky. Everything just kept pushing him higher and higher and Maru was just going to die from it.
Then it seemed like Jin was coming if his facial expression was anything to go by, screwing up his nose for a moment before it smoothed out and his mouth went a little slack as he shivered his way through his orgasm.
Panting in the aftermath Maru smiled stupidly at Jin and he smiled back looking just as dumb and all was right with the world.
Inexplicably Maru had a hang over the next day and Jin thought that he might have broken him or something.
~~
“Hey. You’re going over to Maru’s house later right?” Kame pretended not to notice the deer-in-headlights look that Jin gave him, it smoothed out into his usual blank expression quick enough. It wasn’t the like the four of them were really dumb enough not to notice the sudden way that the other two spent so much time together. Mostly Kame was just glad for them, everyone deserved to be happy. That didn’t mean he couldn’t fuck with Jin every now and then, he wasn’t that nice.
“Yeah, he’s finally getting better at poker.”
“I’m sure he is.” Kame smirked and Jin was studying something in his phone instead of meeting Kame’s eyes. “Can you give him this for me?” He held out the little doll, who’s clothes were all skewed where he’d had to put them back on when everything was dry.
“Sure. What were you doing with it anyways?” Jin leered at him and Kame snorted.
“You wish. Just give it back to him.” He shoved the doll at Jin and turned to leave. “Don’t get side-tracked.”
“Whatever.” Jin huffed and put it in his bag.
Later that night they actually were watching a movie curled on the couch and Jin was mocking the acting while Maru did ridiculous impersonations of the CMs. The last one was Kimitaku who’d actually come up several times and Maru gave a mock-smouldering look and pressed out his lips a little, it looked a lot like his YamaPi impersonation. A stuffed dog in the show reminded him of his delivery and Jin untangled himself from the mess of blankets and Maru and fished around in his bag until he had it.
“Kame gave me this. I think he’s perving over you.” Jin smirked and Maru snorted.
“That’s just you.” Maru reached for the doll only to have it jerked out of his reach by Jin.
“Do you think he took of his clothes?” Jin smirked, completely unaware of how close to the truth he really was. He peeled away the feathered jacket .
“You’re such an ass.” Maru complained, smiling anyways.
“Hey, look at that.” Jin laughed, the doll had a dick and Maru buried his face in his palms. “You’re fans are weird.”
He poked at it and Maru jerked suddenly breathing hard as he came in his boxers. Both of them sat there for a long stunned minute staring at each other in shock. Well that explained a lot at least.
Jin did it again. As soon as Maru caught his breath, he was off the couch on legs that wouldn’t quite hold him steady and Jin was running for the kitchen, doll protectively cradled against his chest. “Give me that!” Maru screeched after him.
Pairings/Characters: Akanishi Jin/Nakamaru Yuichi
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Thank you to Crys and Zoe who always listen to me whine, and held my hands through this. The addition of the ending –rin to a name automatically makes it sound ‘cutesy’.
Summary: Weird things have been happening lately and Maru is quite potentially completely off the deep end; so why does it seem like the only one who doesn’t think he’s crazy is Jin? Even Maru thinks he’s one tea cup short of a party.
It started on a Tuesday innocently enough. Maru was studying, hunched over his books like a crow over carrion and ripping into it just as voraciously, he had the hunger for knowledge (or an exam coming up on Friday) for motivation. Maru had no idea that the world as he knew it was going to go all topsy-turvy. He was so blissfully unaware of what was about to happen, fiendishly highlighting his way through chapter 13.6.
“Mail call!” Manager-san walked in even as he was knocking, and not surprisingly Kame was the only one who bothered to look up at his entrance. Koki had a sketch book balanced on his lap and pencil smudges on his fingers, didn’t even bother to remove the headphones that lived in his ears. Jin and his soul mate (his mobile, the only thing he really would die without) were in their corner making out, or whatever they did together. Junno’s own girlfriend had less buttons and a slot for UMD discs, her name was ‘Sara’ and she was a black limited edition Crisis Core model PSP with a lavender battery cover. It was a bit of a shock that he hadn’t bought the ring yet. Ueda had an ipod touch with some movie he was watching (it was Machida versus Silva, he’s seen it several times now but he liked it).
“Good morning.” Kame smiled, and nodded at him politely, his newest script balanced on his crossed-legs. He’d been writing notes in the margins with pink ink ‘skank’, ‘that’s dumb’, ‘how gay are you really?’ and so on and so forth. He may have been highlighting just as much if not more than Maru was.
“Good morning kids. I brought presents.” Every second Tuesday was fan mail day where they all sat around in a circle on the floor and mocked the crazy ones. Of course they wrote back pleasant little notes back, yes even to the crazy ones too. “Gather gather.”
There were several snicks as Jin’s phone slid closed and Junno flicked the off switch. They moved into a loose circle on the floor. Maru’s book slammed closed with a loud noise that seemed to startle no one but himself. Koki settled down on the floor beside his knee and pressed his head briefly against the bony protrusion. Jin levered himself down beside Koki so that their knees were touching and leaned back against the couch. Across from him Ueda sat on the floor and stretched his legs out, smiling faintly at Junno who was sitting cross-legged on the couch. Kame didn’t move from his position on the other end of the couch.
The boxes of goodies were set down in the middle and it was like the front of a Christmas card, with the six of them sitting around the presents like some happy loving family.
“Here are the letters.”
Kame and Jin eyed each other’s stacks, Kame subtly and Jin without care; as usual they were about even. Which meant that no money or items of clothing were going to be switching hands this run. The rest of them got their modest stack of fan-mail and the letters addressed to them as a collective were placed in the middle. It usually was the biggest stack and there was something wholly heart-warming about seeing it there like that.
“You can read those later, there are some packages.” He hauled the second box into the center and Koki dove for it, scrambling to grab the edges of the corrugated cardboard. The general rule was no eating food, but everything else was fair game.
“Kame.” He held up a small box and made a show of shaking it next to his ear while grinning at the other man’s annoyed scowl. It sailed through the air in a smooth arc and Maru winced hoping that there wasn’t anything fragile inside, and Kame caught it deftly out of the air. Packages were handed out as such, Koki gleefully tossing them at their recipient, no signature required on delivery, just fast reflexes.
Ueda got a pair of socks with fairies dancing on them that looked stretchy enough to actually fit his feet. In fact he looked rather surprisingly touched by the gesture and Junno nudged his foot with his shoulder so he could look at them too. Adult-man sized fairy gear, this could not be a good sign. Junno got another Yoshi plush toy, he tossed it in the air and caught it again, making it walk down his own thigh in a slow waddling plush-toy gait, making little pyion-pyion noises as it went. He did that every single time.
“How many of those do you have now?” Koki asked and Junno shrugged absently.
“Enough to take on Wario.” Junno answered.
“That’s a lot.” Jin nodded, and pulled out a book of drawings, of himself, probably his favourite gift to receive. The art was clean and crisp and Maru peeked over his shoulder to look at it, must be recent because it featured Jin’s long and messy hair style.
In his own box Maru found a rather queer looking thing. It looked like it was made of feathers and glitter. He frowned at the little doll, it couldn’t have been any bigger than his palm, sitting there and staring at him with black-button eyes. “Dude, that’s you.” Koki said rather needlessly.
“Ah?” He said holding the little thing; he felt bad thinking that it was kind of ugly because it was obvious that someone had put a lot of work into making a little doll of him. It was kind of creepy looking actually.
“Look at the nose.” Koki plucked it from his hand and peered closely at it, Jin setting his ‘book of me’ down on his leg and leaning over to look at the malformed monstrosity of stuffing and multi-coloured stitching. “Totally you.”
“Let’s see Marurin?” Ueda held his hand out and Koki tossed it. They passed the ugly thing around and Maru laughed it really wasn’t cute enough to be Marurin but it would work.
“Just like you.” Kame said with a laugh making it walk, and Junno leaned across so it could meet the newest Yoshi.
“Shut up.” He laughed back, pushing his glasses up his nose. Kame tossed it back to him and it hit his shoulder when he missed catching it, landing button-eyed side up and looking at him. Maru prodded it face down in the beginning of his pile of goodies.
The rest of the present opening went pretty normally, there were only a few stalker-ish gifts, which probably disappointed them more then the company would let them admit (that shit was funny). Then Koki said something about Ueda’s pile, and Ueda looked at him impassively before launching his socks with deadly accuracy at Koki’s face. Which of course needed retaliation but Koki’s aim wasn’t nearly as good and he hit Kame. Kame glared, socks hitting him square in the chest and took the small embroidered marriage proposal pillow (Junno had laughed until he cried when they opened that one, the box had been full of dried rose petals) right at Koki, whom of course accidentally hit Jin.
Manager-san whom was more then used to this slipped back and out of projectile range as the group started launching soft projectiles at each other while making up names to call each other. Maru was declared the ‘son of an egg-sucking eel’ when he hit Kame in the face with Marurin. Kame called Koki ‘dyke-faced dweeb’ when he launched it at Koki. All in all it was a pretty good fight.
No one noticed when Marurin bounced off Ueda’s shoulder and landed in Koki’s open bag.
~~
Koki couldn’t find his sunglasses, he was almost completely, well maybe, sure that he hadn’t left them at work. It would suck if he did because things tended to vanish when left in high traffic areas there, and he’d liked those ones a lot. Frowning he dragged himself over to his coat and checked the pockets which of course came up empty.
“Where?” Frowning he dug up-ended his work bag on the couch and everything came spilling out in a messy pile. He quickly sorted through everything until he found his glasses-case and smiled shaking it so he could hear the rattle of his favourite sun-glasses inside. He was ready to go out now.
Wait. What?
“What are you doing here?” He picked up the creepy little Marurin doll and looked into its shiny black button eyes and smiled. How did they manage to get a little fabric nose to stick like that anyways? Curiously he lifted the little feathery shirt the doll was wearing and sure enough there were little nipples and the cutest looking little plush belly-button ever. Since there was no one around to see him doing it Koki cooed a little and poked the plush tummy rubbing at the belly-button and laughing.
Man, some fans were just bat-shit.
Elsewhere, Maru was nervous, he hadn’t had time to properly study and he was so screwed for the test coming up. He could feel each hour that passed as he scrambled to write out his notes as it scraped through his brain. He felt bad about it, but he really didn’t have time to entertain Sayuri tonight. She was going to be so mad at him, but he didn’t have time and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.
“Hello?” When the phone picked up.
“Hey.” He smiled; she had a rather cute voice. A little like Minnie-Mouse actually.
“Are we still on for tonight?” And maybe that was what he didn’t like about her, and liked at the same time, she always got right to the point and gave him no room to stutter around what needed to be said. In fact she was practically psychic for these things.
“About that. I couldn’t finish in time and I need to study.”
“Yuichi.” She whined and he winced, feeling guilty and like a bad boyfriend from all the way across the city. She was probably glaring in whatever direction she thought he was in and sending evil thoughts. “You promised that you would stop cancelling our dates.”
“I know but rehearsal went on really long and I need to do well on this test. I am really,” He paused because a giggle was lodging its way in his throat. He cleared it and clenched his tummy muscles. “Sorry.” He squeaked out.
“You don’t sound sorry.” She pouted and he nodded into the phone biting his lip. Oh god, what the hell was going on?
“I am.” He managed to grit out between his teeth, free hand pressed to his stomach but it wasn’t helping. “Look I need to go.”
“Maru, I don’t think I can do this anymore if you’re not going to take us seriously.”
Seriously? He was so close to bursting out laughing that his diaphragm hurt from the straining of holding it in. It felt like someone was tickling him over and over and his eyes watered, and he had to hold his breath to stop it.
“Got to go, bye.” He hit end just as he burst out laughing, and it was so hard that it hurt, curling into his chair and clutching his stomach. His girlfriend just broke up with him and he was laughing so hard that it brought tears to his eyes and he couldn’t breathe in properly.
Koki stopped rubbing the doll’s tummy and grinned to himself. If it had a belly button, he pulled down small cloth pants and sure enough there was a tiny penis. Bat-shit crazy fans indeed. With a laugh he poked at that too.
Across the city Maru finally stopped laughing but stayed doubled over breathing heavily, shaking and shivering, wetness spreading across the front of his pants as orgasm shivered through him out of nowhere. He whimpered pitifully.
“I’d better give this back to him, it’s too funny.” Koki laughed and put the doll down on the couch and slipped his sun-glasses onto his face and left. “Bat-shit, the lot of them.” He wouldn’t have it any other way.
~~
Maru was going crazy. One moment he was in the bathroom at the company and the next he was tap-dancing. Maru didn’t even know how to tap dance. Water was flicking everywhere as his arms moved and he feet tapped in a happy rhythm. Eyes wide he couldn’t help but watch his feet, this was like that movie about the penguins. He was Happy Feet.
Of course that was when the door opened and someone poked their head in. Maru was torn somewhere between screaming and crying and fainting.
“I’m... sorry to have disturbed you.” The man said eyeing Maru warily like he might start flinging stuff at him. Which given the situation was a completely valid fear since Maru was clearly off his rocker, completely mad.
He couldn’t say anything back to that, the door closed and his shoes continued to scuff against the floor.
Five minutes ago in KAT-TUN’s dressing room.
“Hey.” Koki slung his bag down and stretched, Junno greeted him automatically, not looking up from making love to his PSP with his fingers (her rotational stick was a little sensitive to the left). “I just remembered, have you seen Maru around?”
“Nope.” Junno shook his head, flicking his eyes up to Koki for a moment before reattaching himself to his game. “Why?”
“I accidentally got his freaky little doll.” He pulled it out of his bag and Junno paused his game to grab it.
“It is kind of scary.” Junno stared hard at it. “Whoever made it really knows the nose.” Koki rolled his eyes but snorted inelegantly in amusement. Still holding the doll he grinned to himself and made it dance in place, shaking it back and forth so it looked like it was tapping its little feet. It did a complicated little number. “Wow Nakamaru, you’re so good at that.” Junno laughed and made the little doll bow.
“Want to see something really weird?” Koki snatched the doll back. Junno leaned over into his personal space peering rather intently as Koki again pulled down the pants.
“Nakamaru has a tiny penis!” Junno exclaimed with amused glee, which is of course exactly when Ueda walked into the room. He gave them a simple look, with a raised eyebrow and an aborted twitch of his lips that said he wanted to laugh but was caught thinking that they were pretty much still a pair of twelve year old boys.
“Are you two done playing with your dolls? The tea party is about to start.” Ueda drawled and Koki smirked at him, waving pant-less Marurin at him.
“Says the guy who likes fairies.” Ueda shrugged and shook his head.
“Rehearsal starts in ten don’t be late.”
“Thanks.” Junno smiled at him. When Ueda was gone he poked at the penis in question it with one long finger. “It is kind of surprisingly cute.”
“You’re twisted.” Koki answered simply, but yeah, it was kind of cute.
Back in the washroom Maru was hiding in the corner having finished off his impromptu performance with a deep bow and a startled squeal. Once he was in control of his legs again he scuttled up against the wall to catch his breath and pressed his back against the reassuring coolness. He pressed his hot cheek against the smooth white wall breathing deeply and trying to corral his mutinous thoughts into some semblance of order.
When his knees, which were pulled up against his chest, hit his chin orgasm flashed through him fast and hard, all suffocating heat as he choked on a cry. It was like getting hit by lightening out of the blue. With the front of his pants a mess he let out a hissed curse, face hot all over again. Obviously he’d finally snapped.
It was much later, but he wasn’t sure how much time, his mind too busy trying desperately to rationalize what was happen and build itself a good denial defence mechanism. When the door opened he may have tried to get to his feet without realizing they had fallen asleep and slid back down the wall with a squeak. Jin looked at him oddly, slipping fully into the room and letting the door fall closed behind him.
“Are you okay?” His hair was pulled back into a messy tie, but bits of it were free and sticking out in odd tufts. It was actually kind of a cute look for him, and Maru almost laughed out loud, what the hell was he thinking at a time like this? Right around the fucking bend with him.
“Not feeling so well. Actually I think I’m going to go home.” At least that’s what he thought he said, it came out more a mass of jumbled syllables and stutters, his face heating up again. He used the wall to push himself standing and even managed to dart out of the bathroom on numb legs without falling and hurting himself. Because that was what he needed to trip and fall on his face in front of Jin while his underwear was a sticky mess and his ankles hurt from tap dancing.
~~
Maru didn’t show up for work the next day, instead hiding under his blankets and telling himself that there was no actual way tiny aliens had infiltrated his brain. Half of him was waiting for him to start juggling or doing a hand-stand without his conscious decision to do so.
Marurin was found on the couch by Ueda who scowled at it and shoved it in his bag to be given to whom-ever would be sent to check on Maru. He forgot about it soon after.
~~
In the end it was Jin who’d volunteered to go see Maru. Kame gave him a low smirk which he pretended not to see and Koki nudged Ueda in the ribs and was pinched hard in the hip back for it. So he nudged Junno instead, whom deemed it okay to rub shoulders conspiratorially back with him. It felt odd being half a dynamic duo when Maru wasn’t actually here. (He should find out if Tego or Shige felt the same, maybe they could start a support group; Tackki and Koichi were not allowed because they were too used to it. The weird sort of separation anxiety.) He flipped them off with an air of unaffected dismissal, which meant ‘see you later and I’ll let you know if he’s dying’. KAT-TUN’s secret language was a hard one to master.
Maru was still hiding under his blankets while watching tv on his laptop, and seriously getting hungry by this point, but the working theory was as long as he wasn’t in contact with someone else he couldn’t embarrass himself, when the door bell went off. For a few moments he went still as could be, debating if he should try and pretend like he wasn’t here. His phone went off next and he sagged under the blankets, glaring at the offending sound.
Tentatively he slid out from under the sheets and padded across his bedroom. He made his way slowly, phone buzzing and ringing in his hand, he hadn’t dared pick it up in a few days and people were starting to get mad. When nothing happened by the time he was in the front hall he began to relax a little, relief washing over him in palpable waves, and allowed himself to hustle ass, the door bell was starting to get a little insistent.
Maru wasn’t at all sure what to say when he found Jin standing on his door-step evening light filtering in behind him and making Maru wince against the natural light.
“Can I come in?”
“Oh, yes. Of course, go ahead.” He moved out of Jin’s way and took quick stock of himself, why hadn’t he seen this intervention coming? Clothes were a ratty pair of sweats and an over-sized sweatshirt he’d had for many years now. He was a little rank, having spent the whole day wallowing in bed. At least there had been no more... orgasms. Not that he didn’t like it and all, but usually there was a little bit of lead up, you know some warning that it was about the happen. It really was ‘wham bam thank you mam’ in nature and it was freaky. Was that a medical condition? Was he going to die?
From mortification maybe, but he was reasonably sure that in the history of men there had never been anyone who died from spontaneous orgasm. Couldn’t girls do that or something?
“You don’t look like you’re dying.” Jin said casually as he was slipping off his boots and Maru choked quietly on his own saliva.
“Do you want some tea? I’ll go make tea.” And Maru fled from the front room, he paused at the off-shoot for his bedroom and wondered if it would be too obvious is he changed. Whatever. He was probably going to embarrass himself one way or another.
He could hear Jin banging around his living room, and probably snooping through things even as he was pouring the water into the tea pot. He made a quick and dirty pot of tea bringing out two mugs for them.
“So, what’s up?” True to form Jin was standing next to his book case, not even bothering to look like he was doing anything but poking through it. In as many years as Jin had been poking around his living room (and sometimes if he can swing it the bedroom too) and he had never found any of Maru’s porn. Maru actually just enjoys moving it to fuck with his head, but if he’d looked in the basket at the bottom of the shelf he would have found a CD-booklet. Sadly, he didn’t.
“Hm?” Maru set the tea down on the low coffee table and crawled up on the couch, bringing his knees up onto the couch with him and leaving his slippers where his feet would go.
“You. Not at work?” Jin sat on the other end of the couch, but he didn’t so much as sit as ooze using arms and legs, managing to increase his surface area for maximum laziness.
“I’m sick.” Maru was a shitty liar, he knew this, but it wasn’t a lie.
“You don’t look sick.” Jin gave him a squinty look that made him flush and smile at the same time.
“Well I am.” He huffed. Which should have lead to awkward questioning and Jin, whining and needling him because he wouldn’t say what was wrong but Maru took that moment to shiver violently. It was a as though someone poured ice down his back, everything flashing cold enough to burn his skin. He sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth and tried to clench his teeth together to keep them from chattering.
“What’s wrong?” Jin’s casual face is gone, and he’s suddenly right up against Maru looking a little panicked and when he opened his mouth to say something a soft whine came out, followed by a series of stutters. Sudden warmth against his skin was almost painful and it took a lot of concentration to keep from flinching away from the suddenness, but it was just Jin’s hand pressing against his forehead. “You’re... freezing?”
“C-c-c-cold.” Maru squeaked. Trying to control the way his jaw was twitching with the effort to generate heat.
“I’ll go grab a blanket, try to hold this.” His teacup burned his fingers but he tried to hold onto it anyways, pressing it against the arm of the couch to keep everything steady. Focused on the pain of the heat on his hands it barely seemed like he blinked and Jin was back with the comforter that he’d dragged off the bed. Given the circumstances he couldn’t find it to be angry that he was messing up his house. Instead the heat offered by the thick cotton seemed like a god-send.
He made grabby fingers for it and Jin helped it around his shoulders. “I guess you really are sick.” He said and Maru gave him a sour look, opened his mouth to say something when another shiver tore its way violently through his body and he snapped his teeth together just missing the edge of his tongue.
“No sh-shi-shit.” He managed to grumble around the tiny tremors that the large one left in its wake.
Jin actually smiled at that and fluffed the corner of his blanket. “Is that helping?”
“Still c-c-cold.” He said rather miserably, too old to whine but too uncomfortable to care that that was exactly what he was doing.
“Here, open up for a moment.” Maru was loath to let go of the blanket and the meagre amount of warmth that it provided but Jin had sharp fingers that poked into soft yielding parts of him when he didn’t move fast enough. He wasn’t uncovered for too long, Jin twisting and tugging at the blankets, all but hauling him up and out of the hastily built nest.
“Hey hey.” Maru hissed, but then Jin was settling back against the couch and Maru was sitting sideways on him so his whole side was pressed to the incredible heat of Jin’s chest and the blanket was being pulled around the both of them.
“Shit, you are cold.” Jin hissed and Maru could feel his nipples getting hard from it where his bony shoulder was pressed, but Jin was pulling him close and he was tucking his freezing face against the warmth of Jin’s neck. He was so embarrassed that his face should have been burning, and his heart was going to beat its way right through his rib cage and he sure as hell would have been flinging himself off of Jin and into a heap on the floor right now if it were not for the fact that Jin was so warm. He may have had an off-and-on crush on Jin for years, but in that moment he could have married him out of sheer gratitude for the warmth that was spreading across his side. It wasn’t enough to battle the bone-cold, but it was a start.
“Thank you.” He twined closer to the younger man, trying to burrow under him, and above him at the same time and just ending up tangled in the blanket and Jin’s arms.
“Ouch, stop moving, that’s my balls you’re squishing.” Jin hissed against his hair and Maru squeaked. It would probably be a little warmer if he was closer but this would have to do.
“Sorry.” Maru kept his face down and completely missed the oddly flushed and embarrassed look on the younger man’s face. Jin’s forearm was hard against the bony bit of his shoulder and the house was too quiet around them, nothing to occupy his thoughts but the steady thrum of Jin’s heart and the painful contraction of his muscles trying to shiver.
“...You’re not actually going to die right?” Jin asked against the side of his head, voice pitched low to match the unnatural stillness of the moment. Maru laughed, refusing to lift his head up, when he did things were going to get crazy again, well crazier. “KATUT, sounds like some weird foreign food.” Which surprised a snort out of him and Maru hid his smile, Jin was being creepily friendly. Just great, not only was he going to end up in the loonie-bin but Jin was a pod-person too.
“I...” His voice was slightly muffled by the sheer amount of blanket pulled around his neck but still close enough to Jin’s ear to be heard. “I think I’m going crazy.”
“Like?”
“Like fucking crazy Jin. Stark raving bonkers, one card short full of a deck.”
Was Jin petting him? It finally happened; he’d lost that last tether to reality. He was probably in a white padded room right now so drugged up he couldn’t find his own ass with a map.
“Hey, it’s okay. We all feel like that some times. I ran all the way to America.” Maru shook his head. Not likely.
Ueda pushed the sweaty bangs off his face using the sort of clean part of his forearm to push his hair further back, bouncing slightly on the ends of his toes as he did so. The little speed bag stared back at him, mocking. He went for another thirty second round at it under the watchful eye of his coach. He liked working his aggression out this way, meant that he no longer wanted to hit people he knew when they couldn’t understand him.
Also meant that if he wanted to hit someone it would hurt and there was a large portion of him that almost glowed with that knowledge.
He didn’t notice that Marurin was pressed against the bottle of ice he kept in his bag for after his boxing lessons. Even if he had he wouldn’t have known what it meant.
~~
Maru couldn’t hide at home forever, but he was even more nervous and twitchy at work than usual, jumping at shadows and waiting like a small creature under the shadow of a predator for the other shoe to drop. Everyone knew but no one could figure out what was wrong.
The rest of KAT-TUN which normally wasn’t the most of best-friends but could at least tolerate each other’s presence was giving him space. Maru was surprisingly forceful when he was annoyed, and it seemed lately he was in a permanent snit. Which is of course when the news of his unfortunate break-up with his girlfriend spread to them (which did make his anxiety worse when mentioned but not for the reasons anyone would have guessed.) Jin it seemed was the only one who was not full of helpful advice; ‘you just need to get back on the horse. Cowgirl style is a lot of fun you know’ or ‘you could try and get her back.’
“Hey.” Jin sank down into the chair next to him and Maru smiled at him. He’d been staring at his text book for the last half an hour reading the same page. He still couldn’t figure a single word of it out and fuck he needed to get this done but his head wasn’t in the game.
“Hey.” Maru pushed over the half of his dessert from lunch that he’d been saving since Jin had developed this odd habit of checking up on him lately and taking it anyways. Part of Maru wondered what Jin had bribed Koki with to inherit the duty because it was usually Koki who swarmed him and prodded him until he admitted defeat to the superiorly annoying one and put down his book. So far even Koki was avoiding his bad mood and that actually hurt a little.
“Feeling better?” Jin bumped his shoulder against his as he shifted; snagging the dessert that had been placed there just for him.
“Yeah, sure.” Maru lied, twirling his high-lighter between two fingers. Nothing weird had happened lately, maybe he was just being paranoid and Jin wasn’t a space man and he didn’t have some brain rotting disease. Fuck it.
“You seem... down.” Maru arched a single eyebrow at him, but Jin was more intent on the half a piece of cake he was eating. “We should go out tomorrow night.”
“I have stuff to do.” Studying was coming along... slowly.
“Come on, it will take your mind off whatever.” Jin bumped his shoulder again and he dropped the high-lighter. “I’ll pick you up at ten. Koki’ll probably come too.”
“Jin.” He started.
“We start up again in twenty minutes, don’t be late or Kame’ll have kittens.”
Well fine. Things seemed to have evened out anyways.
The next day,
“What the hell?” Ueda muttered to himself, he’d stayed a little later because he wasn’t sure that he was doing the dance entirely right. Which never really seemed to matter before, but it was a personal thing, if he was going to do something, he was going to damn well perfect it. While changing out of his sweaty practice clothes he’d found that creepy little doll of Maru.
The only other person sill around was Kame, who was preening over his hair by the mirror. “Why do I have this?” He wiggled the doll at the other man and Kame looked over his shoulder and shrugged.
“Do you fanboy Maru now?” He moved a piece of hair and frowned, moving it back, probably had a date later. Kame wasn’t so much as vain as quietly insecure, making up for all the things he couldn’t change with things he could. Ueda had known him too long to really be fooled by Kame’s bitchy attitude anymore. “I’m sure he’ll be flattered.”
“It was in my bag.” He frowned at it, the light hitting shiny button-eyes and staring back at him. There was something unsettling about the little doll. “Taguchi gave it to me.”
He hummed, standing shirtless in the artificial coolness of the room contemplating a doll of his co-worker and before the ridiculousness of the situation could catch up with him he tugged the pants down and let out a small bark of laughter. “Koki was right, Maru does have a small dick.”
That finally managed to get Kame’s attention. They had a rather reciprocal agreement, they would keep it together in front of the others, Kame could be prissy and Ueda could be unflappable. Together they could be fourteen year old girls. Not that he would ever tell.
“What?”
“They were laughing about it earlier, come look.” Ueda shook the doll tantalizingly at the younger man and Kame caved, grinning absently as he set down the comb and came over to stand next to Ueda. Together they peered, looks like Maru stuffed.
“That’s so weird there are even balls.” Kame said and Ueda snorted. They spent a minute just examining the ridiculous detail.
Maru was in the middle of a rather dry portion of his book on water toxicity and the compounding effects of poisons in the food chain when his skin felt tight all over. He had just enough time to throw his book away and twist so his face was pressing into the arm of the couch when he was muffling a moan against his own arm and creaming his pyjama pants. Panting with the force of it he shivered.
“Oh my god.” He breathed; it made it feel like someone had grabbed his stomach and squeezed his orgasm out of him, pleasure still singing just under his skin. On his exhale it happened again, skin tightening a fraction of a second before he was thrusting his hips in jerky movements against the air, eyes squeezed shut as orgasm slammed through him.
When it was done his breathing was more like sobbing. One more would probably kill him.
“That’s so weird.” Kame had pushed Ueda’s fingers away so he too could poke at it too.
Hours later Maru, and after a very long shower, he was still hiding and trying hard not to think about water toxicity, because limnology really isn’t that exciting. Holy fuck. He twitched a little when his phone rang, leaning out of the cocoon of blankets he snagged it and reluctantly answered when it would not stop ringing.
“I’ll be there in ten.” Akanishi’s voice on the other end sounded like he was running.
“Go without me.” Maru said back, feeling a little guilty that he had completely forgot about Jin’s little planned adventure.
“What? No.”
“Sorry, I’m not feeling well, go have fun. Bye.” He hung up, felt bad and wanted to call back but managed to just roll over under his blankets instead. With his knees pulled to his chest he closed his eyes. He should probably study.
Ten minutes on the dot later there was a horrible banging on his door. It started up in concert with his phone going off and this was a bit familiar, déjà vu. Jin was standing on the other side of his door looking annoyed, and far too attractive with his hair pulled back and a tight black sleeveless top. “What are you doing here?” Maru stared dumbly at the other idol standing on his door-step. Him and Jin had never been ‘casual-visit’ friends and this was getting sort of eerie.
“I’m here for you idiot.” He shouldered his way into the front hall and Maru left to make more tea. You had to be polite to guests, even if they were uninvited.
Armed with tea and his manners he put the two steaming cups down on the table and turned to Jin, to find him talking on his phone. “Sorry, you’re going to have to keep Kame from doing anything stupid, I’m going to stay here with Maru. No just get him drunk it’ll be fine tomorrow. Yeah, see you.”
“You don’t need to stay with me.” Maru said absently. “What’s wrong with Kame?”
“His date went bad and he’s bitching about it.” Jin shrugged, reaching up to let his hair down.
“You can still go.” Maru waved his tea in the direction of the door; he really really didn’t want to have an ‘incident’ in front of Jin. He could feel himself blushing just thinking about it. “I’ll be fine all on my own.”
Oddly that made Jin actually look kind of pained, and Maru frowned. Pod person indeed.
“I’m staying.”
“You don’t need too.” Maru sipped his tea; it was still hot enough to burn the tip of his lip so he just held it to warm his hands and for something besides Jin’s lazy slouch to look at. The other man practically made being distracting an art form.
“There isn’t a point unless you go too.” Maru looked up sharply to find Jin looking distinctly uncomfortable.
“I’m not feeling well.” Meaning, I keep spontaneously coming, and I need to do my laundry.
“That’s why I’m here.” Jin nodded sharply and Maru frowned deeper into his tea.
“I don’t get it. I’m starting to think you’re crazier than me lately.” Maru said it slowly,
Jin snorted. “I think so too.”
“Huh?” Maru blinked, and to his shock Jin was blushing, the diffuse lighting in his living room picking up the pink flush on the younger man’s cheeks. Maru couldn’t remember seeing Jin blush, not since they’d been kids. This new Jin just didn’t do stuff like that.
“I like you.”
In retrospect laughing probably wasn’t the best response. He didn’t even have that strange body-possession feeling to blame it on, it was just too absurd. Jin went to clubs and slept with loose and easy girls, fake girls with too much make-up and great technique. He did like geeky awkward guys no matter how long they had been friends.
When he stopped laughing Jin looked quite pissed, and more than a little hurt. “Asshole.” He snarled and Maru covered his face with his hands.
“You’re not kidding are you?” His voice was muffled by his hands and it saved him from having to look at Jin’s face.
“No.” There was movement, but if it was Jin getting up or just shifting Maru didn’t bother to look. His brain was alternating going fast and slow, too much input at one time frying synapses. After a long and rather uncomfortable silence Maru looked up to find Jin had flung himself against the other arm of the couch and was glaring at the television.
“That explains why you’ve been acting so weird lately.” Jin choked on his own saliva at the comment but Maru kept talking, measuring his words against his own breathing and just resisting the urge to break out in hysterical laughter. “I thought it was invasion of the pod people all over again. Or just another part of this weird delusion I’ve been having.”
“You really are more of an ass then people think.” At least Jin was looking at him now and he looked more annoyed then angry and somehow that was important.
Another deep breath, his heart was hammering for some reason his own pulse was too loud in his ears. “I think,” He paused; Jin was looking somewhere over his shoulder, “that I just might maybe like you back. A little.”
Well at least give it a try because Jin already meant so much to him, and he hadn’t really noticed or thought about it until that really painfully awkward scene there. If he was going mad, at least he’d have Jin there to be crazy with him.
“...Cool.” He was smiling and Maru wanted to sink into the couch and let it eat him whole. How embarrassing, and how could anyone ever believe that Jin was any kind of Casanova? He was a hack, with the emotional maturity of a toddler. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
Maru squeaked but didn’t resist per say.
~~
Life seemed to settle down a little bit after that, Maru wasn’t struck by lightning and Jin was a surprisingly sweet boyfriend to have. Maru cringed a little at the thought of the word boyfriend, that was so adolescent, but they were not really lovers and so boyfriend it was. Despite the distinct possibility that his future held a straightjacket and a padded room he was feeling more relaxed and it really seemed like things were going to settle back down into normal.
“Hey Maru.” Jun bumped his shoulder with his own and Maru handed over half his dessert, he found he really did like the way the other man’s eyes lit up when he took that first bite. He also may have liked the flick of his tongue against his lips as he chased the last crumbs away. “Can I come over tonight?”
He tried really hard not to blush since Kame was sitting right there but it was a bit of a wasted effort. “Sure.” His voice squeaked a little but he ignored it, Jin was smiling at him around a cheek full of cake and just on cue there was the tongue and Maru flushed all over again.
“Want to come? We can play poker.”
“Busy.” Kame rolled his eyes and flipped the page in the magazine he was reading, Jin winked at him and Maru was helpless to stop the smile that surfaced in response.
Kame hadn’t been lying he was busy. But she’d blown him off again and so he was at home debating calling up Maru to see if him and Jin were up to something. Still there was the tight and hot sting of pride on his tongue; would it be better to spend time inside watching movies then to let them know he was lonely?
Beer would help.
In fact he was behind on dramas and there was a stack of DVDs borrowed from friends that he was also behind on. Kame smiled to himself and felt his whole body relax by degrees. You know what? She was too much work anyways and he had more important things to do.
Two beers later and Kame was eating potato chips and getting crumbs everywhere and enjoying himself immensely. He really did need take more time to just relax instead of trying to rush through his life so haphazardly. He grinned absently at the though and more crumbs fell on his black wife-beater. While setting his feet up on the low coffee table he managed to kick over his bottle and it flew side-ways glug glug glug spilling out deep amber against the shiny surface. Scrambling up quickly he grabbed a hand-full of tissue and righted the bottle with his other hand.
He mopped up the small lake on the coffee table and grimaced at the small doll that lay there in the middle of it. He kept forgetting to put it in his bag in the morning and now it was all booze-soaked. Poor little guy. He did feel a bit bad, it was Maru’s doll after all.
Frowning he pulled the clothes off and set them down on some fresh tissue to let them dry out, he set the naked little doll down and curled back up on the couch, bending down to pick up the fallen bag of chips.
It was like being fifteen all over again, except that when he’d been fifteen he’d been an awkward idol, so it really was like being fifteen in the movies. They were just sitting on the couch with some movie playing in the background and making out. Jin had these lips and that tongue and it was electrifying. It wasn’t anything at all like kissing anyone else he’d ever kissed because Jin was never meek, never coy when he kissed he just took and took and Maru gave back just as good and it was almost like fighting but it felt so much better. Slick and hot and delicious.
He was still a little hesitant to go that last step, but he wanted it. When Jin wasn’t here he might have fantasized about Jin touching him. Well inside of him. Touching.
Maru hummed softly, his lips tingling, and hands pressing against the softness of Jin’s back. His skin was warm and smooth under his fingertips, muscles moving and bunching right there under his fingertips, the sensation clamouring with heat of Jin’s mouth against his own. Why hadn’t sex always been like this? So bright and sharp instead of awkward and embarrassing? Not that it had all been terrible (it was sex after all and he liked sex), but it wasn’t this.
“We’re going to have to watch the movie again.” Maru said in an almost conversational tone as Jin worked on pulling his shirt up to his armpits. “I have no idea what is going on.” Because there was this taste to Jin’s neck like salt and chemicals, and he licked at it and followed it down to where it was more shoulder then neck and continued to taste, his hands pushing Jin’s shirt up from the bottom and nosing it down so he could reach more skin.
“I’m okay with that.”
If Maru hadn’t already felt hot he might have noticed the way everything seemed to go liquid, his heart beating fast and his mind dulling ever so slightly. Love drunk. Either way he felt a little bold and a little like he was sick of waiting for Jin to always be making the next move. He bit down lightly on the thin skin that stretched over Jin’s collar-bone and soothed the sensation with his tongue. Jin hissed above him in obvious pleasure, his hips shifting against the couch slightly.
He set his hand on Jin’s stomach, close enough to be provocative and Jin’s eyes opened to regard him, lips full and a little too red twisted into a smile. “Yeah?” His voice was a faint growl and he cleared it and tried again. “Maru.”
“I think we should just watch the movie later.”
Jin gave him a speculative glance but didn’t look like he understood what Maru was implying.
“We could, you know.” He made a vague hand gesture in the direction of his bedroom and watched Jin’s eyes darken, it was kind of hard not too considering how close together they were. Still he didn’t say anything, just smirked a little and tilted his head to the side in mock innocent question.
“What?”
“Well, if you’re not watching the movie we could move to the bedroom.” He barely even stuttered at all.
“Sure.” Jin stood and in one movement pulled the shirt fully over his head. And while Maru was still sitting on the couch staring at the lines of his shoulders and the faint definition in his abs Jin threw the shirt at his face. Growling he tossed the shirt at Jin’s retreating back and stood himself, faintly surprised when the word span a little and he had to close his eyes to keep everything straight. Flicking his own shirt off with the ease of years of practice with high-speed costume changes.
Jin was sitting on the edge of his bed when he walked in, and he looked a little nervous but covered it up with a smile and a beckon. The truth is neither of them really know what they are doing and the thought should scare Maru more than it does. Then he was standing in front of Jin shirtless and the younger man was pressing his face against his ribs and breathing deeply, hands curling on the slight curve of his ass to hold him tight. Without anything better to do with his hands he tangled them in the thickness of Jin’s hair. Without product in it it was a lot softer then he’d originally thought, the perm wasn’t too bad wrapped around his fingers.
“I think, that I might want you to fuck me.” Maru said, and it was unexpectedly easy when Jin wasn’t looking at him to say.
“You think that maybe?” Jin tilted to head back to look at him and Maru’s hands went with the movement, slipping down to stroke behind his ears.
“Possibly.”
Jin laughed and it tickled the skin on his stomach. He pressed a loud smacking skin against the sharp jut of his hip bone and Maru squeaked, tugging at his hair because that just tickled too much.
“Then you should probably get down here.” Jin let him go to lay back on the bed and it left Maru’s hands feeling cold.
“You might be right.” He crawled into the bed so he could press himself along Jin’s side, hiding his face in the curve of his shoulder. Jostled out of the way as Jin wiggled into his side, tangling their legs together with a happy smile. He needed to smile like that more often. Maru kissed it, Jin’s mouth opening under his easily and letting him inside where it was slick and smooth and he moaned a little in the back of his throat hardening against the zipper to his jeans. Jin’s sweat pants were much more practical, hardly hampering the visible ride of his dick. Maru licked his lips and raised his eyes to Jin’s finding them dark and intense, focused on his mouth.
“You drive me crazy.”
Maru smiled even as Jin tipped him back into the bed kissing him with a single-minded passion that their producers could only wish he would apply to his performing. Twining around him with his arms and legs, and this is what they were doing on the couch, but somehow it felt better when they were lying down. Jin’s solid, naked chest pushing his own into the bed, his own hands mapping out the sharp ridge of a shoulder blade, the other trying to worm its way into the waistband of his jeans it fizzled along his spine and drew pleasure from as deep as his toes. Would probably feel even better if he was naked. Sex usually did.
“Help me get your pants off.” Maru tugged at the hem, but Jin’s thighs were in the way and he couldn’t find the right string to pull without looking.
“Impatient.” Jin laughed, moaning when Maru pressed the heel of his palm up against his dick hard and hot through two layers of fabric; it was Maru’s turn to smile against Jin’s cheek. “Good point.”
They broke away to shimmy out of their remaining clothing. Maru even felt a little sexy as he kicked off his jeans and found Jin watching him intently. He wasn’t too skinny, or too pale, Jin’s hands on him and the heat that they left made him shiver and shudder and perfect all over. Jin was every bit as glorious naked as he last remembered all smooth skin and arching flexing muscles as they touched everywhere that they could reach. Dry skin slipping together getting a little damp and hot as they continued to touch, hands eventually settling on hard dicks, Maru kissing Jin sloppily as the younger man thumbed the head of his cock the friction almost too much without anything to smooth the way.
“I think now would be a really good time to fuck me.” His blood was pounding through his body and every nerve ending was on fire. When he closed his eyes vertigo threatened to take over and Jin’s hands were all that was holding him against the earth. He actually kind of felt slutty.
“When did you get so pushy?” Jin laughed and rolled them again, careful of knees and elbows and Maru’s sharp hips.
“When you wouldn’t get on with it. I’m not a girl and you don’t need to try to get me all wet.” He smothered Jin’s chuckle with his own mouth.
Probably should have thought about it before acting so rashly, because it is one thing to imagine it and another to be lying on his back and directing Jin to the lube and condoms and watching his suddenly huge-looking dick bob and sway. Where your average Maru would have quailed in fear of all of that trying to fit in his ass this new Maru just basked in the way his heart jumped up another notch, his own cock twitching a little against his stomach. Oh yeah.
“You’re sure about this?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know, but I want you to.”
“That’s so cool.” Jin grinned at him, all little-boy charm with an edge of hunger. Maru groaned, twisting his head to hide his face. “In the movies they put a pillow here, which one don’t you like?”
“What?”
“This one?” Jin snagged a pillow and before Maru could comment on what Jin planned to do with that pillow it was being shoved under him to cant his hips up. Oh, well that was helpful. Jin hooked one of his knees around his own elbow using the purchase to push his leg out of the way, the other Maru raised over his hip. Jin licked his lips and Maru shivered all over, they really were going to do this.
The almost-shock lasted until something wet pressed against him and Maru couldn’t verbalize what that felt like. Intrusion was a good word for it, wrong and creepy were also worthy. He was going to call the whole thing off, because it was actually kind of painful too, but the look of rapture on Jin’s face was just enough to give him pause. He looked like Maru had just given him everything he’d ever wanted, awed and pleased all at once. Gritting his teeth Maru resisted the urge to close his legs and push Jin away, clung to the tatters of his earlier bravado.
A few insulting things got tangled behind his teeth when Jin moved and Maru closed his eyes breathing deeply. Slowly it stopped being so uncomfortable, and he found that he could deal with this at least. Then Jin was adding a second finger and Maru hated him all over again. Jin leaned down, squishing his leg in the process but it was a fair trade because he was kissing Jin breathlessly trying to take his mind off the sensation. He might have bit Jin’s lip a little in retaliation but it was more of a reflex thing when Jin twisted the two fingers that he was just getting used to.
“Better?” Jin asked against his mouth and Maru had to admit that it didn’t feel quite so weird anymore. Like stretching a sore muscle, a good sort of hurt.
“Yeah.”
“Okay.” Jin kissed him once more, fast and hard before rearing back, and when he did that the muscles on his arms moved nicely. Maru sighed, breathing out deeply as Jin’s fingers slipped out. Foil rapped catching the light and glinting teasingly as Jin ripped it open and tossed it aside. They stared almost uneasily at each other, but it still didn’t feel as awkward as it should have.
Maru opened his mouth to say something, he wasn’t sure what but it was all lost in a hiss that dragged out into a groan as Jin pushed. He was dying, and it felt kind of good, but mostly like he was dying, going to slide right out of his skin or something equally graphic. Jin paused and breathed deep, and Maru was keenly aware of the fact that he was being spread open, back arched and aching on the end of Jin’s cock.
“Ahh.” He moaned softly and Jin smiled, rocking his hips deeper still.
“Okay.” Jin panted and he pushed Maru’s legs out of the way opening him further, so he could press his cheek against Maru’s chest. He could probably heard the rapid thump thump thump of his heart beating out of control.
“Great.” He hissed. There wasn’t any word for how he felt but ‘full’ Jin’s dick was longer then his fingers had been and it was doing weird things to his insides. Everything all the way up to his throat felt too tight and it only got worse when Jin moved, pleasure and discomfort exploding behind his closed eyelids.
Jin was moaning low in this throat, it was a startlingly music sound, and Maru was making these little hitching noises, not quite groans with each thrust without even realizing it in counterpoint. Jin’s huge hands on his ass pulling him back against the liquid roll of his hips and the discomfort was a faintly distant memory in the face of the rush of pleasure that flooded through his system at the constant pressure. Jin was rubbing up against something really good inside, it felt like a hand on his dick but in a more diffused sense, like it radiated from his whole body to settle low in his balls.
“Oh god.” Jin hissed and he was moving leaning forward, and that changed the depth and angle. Maru moaned and twisted as well as he could in counterpoint. That felt even better than before, the pleasure sharper and brighter than before. Releasing the grip he had on the sheets he grabbed at his own cock, moaning and squirming into the heat of it. Everything was coiled so tight that he didn’t need much to push him over.
Maru tried to say something, to warn Jin or something but again a sharp burst of pleasure cut through his thoughts and that was all. He moaned and fucked the loose tunnel of his fist as he shook and gasped, coming against his stomach in intense waves that threatened to drown him. Jin swore sharp against his him, eyes pressed shut as he kept fucking him, his thrusts turning hard and jerky. Everything just kept pushing him higher and higher and Maru was just going to die from it.
Then it seemed like Jin was coming if his facial expression was anything to go by, screwing up his nose for a moment before it smoothed out and his mouth went a little slack as he shivered his way through his orgasm.
Panting in the aftermath Maru smiled stupidly at Jin and he smiled back looking just as dumb and all was right with the world.
Inexplicably Maru had a hang over the next day and Jin thought that he might have broken him or something.
~~
“Hey. You’re going over to Maru’s house later right?” Kame pretended not to notice the deer-in-headlights look that Jin gave him, it smoothed out into his usual blank expression quick enough. It wasn’t the like the four of them were really dumb enough not to notice the sudden way that the other two spent so much time together. Mostly Kame was just glad for them, everyone deserved to be happy. That didn’t mean he couldn’t fuck with Jin every now and then, he wasn’t that nice.
“Yeah, he’s finally getting better at poker.”
“I’m sure he is.” Kame smirked and Jin was studying something in his phone instead of meeting Kame’s eyes. “Can you give him this for me?” He held out the little doll, who’s clothes were all skewed where he’d had to put them back on when everything was dry.
“Sure. What were you doing with it anyways?” Jin leered at him and Kame snorted.
“You wish. Just give it back to him.” He shoved the doll at Jin and turned to leave. “Don’t get side-tracked.”
“Whatever.” Jin huffed and put it in his bag.
Later that night they actually were watching a movie curled on the couch and Jin was mocking the acting while Maru did ridiculous impersonations of the CMs. The last one was Kimitaku who’d actually come up several times and Maru gave a mock-smouldering look and pressed out his lips a little, it looked a lot like his YamaPi impersonation. A stuffed dog in the show reminded him of his delivery and Jin untangled himself from the mess of blankets and Maru and fished around in his bag until he had it.
“Kame gave me this. I think he’s perving over you.” Jin smirked and Maru snorted.
“That’s just you.” Maru reached for the doll only to have it jerked out of his reach by Jin.
“Do you think he took of his clothes?” Jin smirked, completely unaware of how close to the truth he really was. He peeled away the feathered jacket .
“You’re such an ass.” Maru complained, smiling anyways.
“Hey, look at that.” Jin laughed, the doll had a dick and Maru buried his face in his palms. “You’re fans are weird.”
He poked at it and Maru jerked suddenly breathing hard as he came in his boxers. Both of them sat there for a long stunned minute staring at each other in shock. Well that explained a lot at least.
Jin did it again. As soon as Maru caught his breath, he was off the couch on legs that wouldn’t quite hold him steady and Jin was running for the kitchen, doll protectively cradled against his chest. “Give me that!” Maru screeched after him.
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Date: 2010-09-19 11:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-27 02:44 pm (UTC)It really would be lol, I wonder what kind of revenge he would plot!
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Date: 2010-09-22 03:41 am (UTC)He was dying, and it felt kind of good, but mostly like he was dying, going to slide right out of his skin or something equally graphic.
I just loved this part especially.
Thank you! XD
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Date: 2010-09-27 02:48 pm (UTC):3
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