BLURRED LINES
Rating: PG-13 to R
Genre: Drama,Angst
Pairings: Akame, PiKame, JinDa & JunDa
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8: We’re Friends, Right?
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“We’re friends right?”
A young Akanishi is glad at how his best friend looks at him with understanding eyes; a small smile is present as he gives the other a nod. He sighs and feels the heavy load lifted from his chest. He had almost forgotten; that he could trust Yamashita.
“So, what is it that you have to say?”
His friend looks up at him, blushing. He licks his lips as they watch the sea and let the wind blow harshly against them.
“I think I may really like— Kazu-chan.”
It was a courageous effort so the other chuckles when he hears the confession, and proceeds to scratch the back of his head before he turns to look at his friend.
“I know that. You’re a very simple-minded guy; it’s not hard to know what you’re thinking.”
Jin is relieved. He inhales the wind that came with the sea and smirks. If there was anyone he could trust; it would be a person who was most like him. It would be Yamashita Tomohisa.
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“Sometimes I don’t get you at all.”
She was on his bed, naked, the cotton sheets hardly covering her bare skin. But Akanishi Jin pays no heed to her words, only focusing on how he bites his nails ‘till he could feel the stinging pain of the flesh. There was a nagging and dim feeling that surrounded and clouded his mind. He only looks back at her when he notices that the woman has become restless and annoyed.
“You don’t have to, this is enough.”
He says kissing her on the cheek lightly by then he hears her giggle. He is grateful that he was an excellent actor, simply the best.
“Maybe we should break up.”
“What?!”
She pushes him off of her and rolls down the bed. He rests his hand on his forehead and strange enough, a grin creeps up to his lips. He was prepared for the onslaught.
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Shooting was over again and tomorrow will be another day, but Tomohisa couldn’t accept that everything was about to end soon. His eyes are attached to the sight of Kazuya back, that thin figure that was before him. As they approached a dark corner, something tells him that he may never get this chance again, ever.
He grabs him by the shoulder and pushes him back the concrete wall. Dark eyes immersed at the intoxicating view of the younger man’s frightened face.
They knew it was wrong, every second minute of this supposed bliss was wrong.
Kamenashi allowed Yamashita to take him in his arms and kiss him passionately. He lets the other’s hands take off his coat and wander under his shirt to set fire on the supple skin. He let Tomohisa trap his body between the cold wall and his own, and Kazuya gasps at the feeling of having this man’s body pressed against his.
His fingers are tangled with the thick strands of the Yamashita’s black hair, pulling the taller man closer. Kamenashi opened his mouth invitingly, letting Tomohisa’s tongue enter, and taste him. He enjoyed the soft kisses the other planted on his slender neck and the playful fingers that teased him. He enjoyed everything about this guilty pleasure, but he knew this had to stop.
“Yamapi, please, this is enough.”
He says trying to catch breath, his hands resting on Tomohisa’s chest looking at him imploringly, wanting it to end. The NEWS member catches his wrist and kisses the palm of his hand, flicking out that hot tongue once more to savor the salty skin; the sensation causes the smaller man to shiver.
“P-Please stop.”
“Why?”
He asked lovingly, while giving one gentle kiss for each fingertip.
“Because I— I don’t want anyone to see us like this.”
He said in faint response in a tone almost pathetic, he pulls his hand back squirming away as much as he could. As he went with picking up the black coat that lay itself on the building’s marble floor, he gives the older man a stern glance, like a warning.
He could not remember clearly, why they had ended up in that manner. Maybe it was the cold nights, the unspoken yearning for something that felt real, or maybe it was just lust. For whatever reason it was, it would always feel like a forbidden, damned act that must never happen again.
He ruffled his hair in frustration; the memory would simply not leave him. Even in his empty apartment the gasps and moans echoed in his mind. It was, in its all entirety, despicable. Was he really that bad? Did he really have to let things get out of hand so much, that it pushed him and Yamashita to the edge?
Not all things were better left unsaid.
He fell down the bed squeezing a pillow in his arm tossing and turning. He did not know how to face that day that would come once he would wake up, he could not face tomorrow.
The sight of that man will only hurt him. Looking at Akanishi would kill him.
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He should be memorizing his script tonight, not think of the encounter he shared with his co-star. He felt like hitting his head on the desk a few times and even the thought of stabbing himself with the fountain pen sounded fairly attractive. Anything that would make him disappear appeared an appealing option.
The taste of the person his best friend loved is still there, although barely, it was surely there. A finger unconsciously touches over his lips; he was trying to relive the feeling of Kazuya’s lips on his. They were only supposed to talk after they left the set, so why did things end up like this?
He fixes his glasses trying to set his mind back to work but he couldn’t. The reality hit him; it told him that he was conniving, self-centered and cruel. He had betrayed his own friend. And all of these; only that one person was able to bring out the best and worst out of him.
Kamenashi served as a catalyst for the real Yamashita Tomohisa to emerge. He did not know whether it was a good or bad thing.
His cell phone rings and he picks it up from his desk groaning loudly not caring to look at the name that flashed on the small screen.
“Hello?”
“Yo. Yamapi, you’re still awake?”
He straightens his back when he hears the caller’s voice. It was him, his best friend.
“Jin, is that you?!”
He inquires in a voice mixed with panic and astonishment. The hold on his phone becomes tighter and his heart feels like it is about to burst.
“Yeah it’s me. Genius.”
“W-Why are you calling so late?”
“I broke up with her.”
Yamashita was certain that he was going to be sick; the guilt grew inside him and rapidly consumed his mind. It was a nightmare, this shouldn’t be happening. There’s no way something like this would occur to him. It was just impossible.
“Yamapi, are you listening?”
“Y-Yeah, I am.”
“Well, you sure don’t seem very interested.”
“I-I am. But why would you break up with her? I thought you liked her.”
He didn’t really have to find out why, he already knew. For almost three years he already knew why his friend would do such a thing. He knew Kamenashi was the cause. He asked for it was simply a cover up of the mixed emotions that now flooded his mind.
“I want to get Kame back. I want him back.”
The words resounded in his head, and his mouth was wide open. His hands were shaking and his lips quivered. And he remembers that day when both he and Jin walked by the seaside.
We’re friends, right?
It was a presumption that was made too early he believes. He couldn’t call himself a friend anymore.
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Author’s Notes: *hides* DO NOT HURT MEEEE! *rolls down the floor and avoids rotten tomatoes thrown at her direction* This chapter was…so hard to write. O_O; Extremely difficult. I don’t even know how to describe it, err…I hope you guys liked it? I thought it was very painful to write *bangs head on keyboard* fkhdfskjjksfh jkfh jksf I cannot get over the frustration. Stupid Kame, stupid Yamapi, stupid Jin! Please don’t hate me. ;__; It’s a good prelude to the next events though since I have long considered myself sadistic a long time ago even before my brain was corrupted. I swear, if I cannot write decent make out scenes then I certainly cannot write hot boy sex. *brain cries* Comments are muchly appreciated! They make Yamapi’s boobs get bigger! And who doesn’t loves those man-boobies?! I sure do! *runs away with a couple of Yamapi bras*
Rating: PG-13 to R
Genre: Drama,Angst
Pairings: Akame, PiKame, JinDa & JunDa
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8: We’re Friends, Right?
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“We’re friends right?”
A young Akanishi is glad at how his best friend looks at him with understanding eyes; a small smile is present as he gives the other a nod. He sighs and feels the heavy load lifted from his chest. He had almost forgotten; that he could trust Yamashita.
“So, what is it that you have to say?”
His friend looks up at him, blushing. He licks his lips as they watch the sea and let the wind blow harshly against them.
“I think I may really like— Kazu-chan.”
It was a courageous effort so the other chuckles when he hears the confession, and proceeds to scratch the back of his head before he turns to look at his friend.
“I know that. You’re a very simple-minded guy; it’s not hard to know what you’re thinking.”
Jin is relieved. He inhales the wind that came with the sea and smirks. If there was anyone he could trust; it would be a person who was most like him. It would be Yamashita Tomohisa.
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“Sometimes I don’t get you at all.”
She was on his bed, naked, the cotton sheets hardly covering her bare skin. But Akanishi Jin pays no heed to her words, only focusing on how he bites his nails ‘till he could feel the stinging pain of the flesh. There was a nagging and dim feeling that surrounded and clouded his mind. He only looks back at her when he notices that the woman has become restless and annoyed.
“You don’t have to, this is enough.”
He says kissing her on the cheek lightly by then he hears her giggle. He is grateful that he was an excellent actor, simply the best.
“Maybe we should break up.”
“What?!”
She pushes him off of her and rolls down the bed. He rests his hand on his forehead and strange enough, a grin creeps up to his lips. He was prepared for the onslaught.
----------------------------------------
Shooting was over again and tomorrow will be another day, but Tomohisa couldn’t accept that everything was about to end soon. His eyes are attached to the sight of Kazuya back, that thin figure that was before him. As they approached a dark corner, something tells him that he may never get this chance again, ever.
He grabs him by the shoulder and pushes him back the concrete wall. Dark eyes immersed at the intoxicating view of the younger man’s frightened face.
They knew it was wrong, every second minute of this supposed bliss was wrong.
Kamenashi allowed Yamashita to take him in his arms and kiss him passionately. He lets the other’s hands take off his coat and wander under his shirt to set fire on the supple skin. He let Tomohisa trap his body between the cold wall and his own, and Kazuya gasps at the feeling of having this man’s body pressed against his.
His fingers are tangled with the thick strands of the Yamashita’s black hair, pulling the taller man closer. Kamenashi opened his mouth invitingly, letting Tomohisa’s tongue enter, and taste him. He enjoyed the soft kisses the other planted on his slender neck and the playful fingers that teased him. He enjoyed everything about this guilty pleasure, but he knew this had to stop.
“Yamapi, please, this is enough.”
He says trying to catch breath, his hands resting on Tomohisa’s chest looking at him imploringly, wanting it to end. The NEWS member catches his wrist and kisses the palm of his hand, flicking out that hot tongue once more to savor the salty skin; the sensation causes the smaller man to shiver.
“P-Please stop.”
“Why?”
He asked lovingly, while giving one gentle kiss for each fingertip.
“Because I— I don’t want anyone to see us like this.”
He said in faint response in a tone almost pathetic, he pulls his hand back squirming away as much as he could. As he went with picking up the black coat that lay itself on the building’s marble floor, he gives the older man a stern glance, like a warning.
He could not remember clearly, why they had ended up in that manner. Maybe it was the cold nights, the unspoken yearning for something that felt real, or maybe it was just lust. For whatever reason it was, it would always feel like a forbidden, damned act that must never happen again.
He ruffled his hair in frustration; the memory would simply not leave him. Even in his empty apartment the gasps and moans echoed in his mind. It was, in its all entirety, despicable. Was he really that bad? Did he really have to let things get out of hand so much, that it pushed him and Yamashita to the edge?
Not all things were better left unsaid.
He fell down the bed squeezing a pillow in his arm tossing and turning. He did not know how to face that day that would come once he would wake up, he could not face tomorrow.
The sight of that man will only hurt him. Looking at Akanishi would kill him.
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He should be memorizing his script tonight, not think of the encounter he shared with his co-star. He felt like hitting his head on the desk a few times and even the thought of stabbing himself with the fountain pen sounded fairly attractive. Anything that would make him disappear appeared an appealing option.
The taste of the person his best friend loved is still there, although barely, it was surely there. A finger unconsciously touches over his lips; he was trying to relive the feeling of Kazuya’s lips on his. They were only supposed to talk after they left the set, so why did things end up like this?
He fixes his glasses trying to set his mind back to work but he couldn’t. The reality hit him; it told him that he was conniving, self-centered and cruel. He had betrayed his own friend. And all of these; only that one person was able to bring out the best and worst out of him.
Kamenashi served as a catalyst for the real Yamashita Tomohisa to emerge. He did not know whether it was a good or bad thing.
His cell phone rings and he picks it up from his desk groaning loudly not caring to look at the name that flashed on the small screen.
“Hello?”
“Yo. Yamapi, you’re still awake?”
He straightens his back when he hears the caller’s voice. It was him, his best friend.
“Jin, is that you?!”
He inquires in a voice mixed with panic and astonishment. The hold on his phone becomes tighter and his heart feels like it is about to burst.
“Yeah it’s me. Genius.”
“W-Why are you calling so late?”
“I broke up with her.”
Yamashita was certain that he was going to be sick; the guilt grew inside him and rapidly consumed his mind. It was a nightmare, this shouldn’t be happening. There’s no way something like this would occur to him. It was just impossible.
“Yamapi, are you listening?”
“Y-Yeah, I am.”
“Well, you sure don’t seem very interested.”
“I-I am. But why would you break up with her? I thought you liked her.”
He didn’t really have to find out why, he already knew. For almost three years he already knew why his friend would do such a thing. He knew Kamenashi was the cause. He asked for it was simply a cover up of the mixed emotions that now flooded his mind.
“I want to get Kame back. I want him back.”
The words resounded in his head, and his mouth was wide open. His hands were shaking and his lips quivered. And he remembers that day when both he and Jin walked by the seaside.
We’re friends, right?
It was a presumption that was made too early he believes. He couldn’t call himself a friend anymore.
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Author’s Notes: *hides* DO NOT HURT MEEEE! *rolls down the floor and avoids rotten tomatoes thrown at her direction* This chapter was…so hard to write. O_O; Extremely difficult. I don’t even know how to describe it, err…I hope you guys liked it? I thought it was very painful to write *bangs head on keyboard* fkhdfskjjksfh jkfh jksf I cannot get over the frustration. Stupid Kame, stupid Yamapi, stupid Jin! Please don’t hate me. ;__; It’s a good prelude to the next events though since I have long considered myself sadistic a long time ago even before my brain was corrupted. I swear, if I cannot write decent make out scenes then I certainly cannot write hot boy sex. *brain cries* Comments are muchly appreciated! They make Yamapi’s boobs get bigger! And who doesn’t loves those man-boobies?! I sure do! *runs away with a couple of Yamapi bras*
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