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FIC: The Prince vs. the Groupie, Part 2 of 2
Title: The Prince vs. the Groupie, Part 2 of 2
Rating: NC-17 overall
Fandom: Haru wo Daiteita (Embracing Love)
Pairing: Kikuchi/Onozuka
Characters: Kikuchi, Onozuka, Yoshizumi, Asano, Takashi, Ayumi
Word count: ~6,080
Warnings: Spoilers for "Groupie"
Disclaimer: No money is being made off this story; consider it a little wish fulfillment on my part.
Sequel to: Unexpected Opportunities, Comeback (Part 1 and Part 2), Forgiveness, Firsts, First Date (Part 1 and Part 2), Going Steady (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6), Audition (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3), Cookout (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3), Press Conference (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3), and Sanctuary. The series also includes two side-stories that are outside of the main timeline: Valentine's Day Surprise and Strictly Business.
Summary: Kikuchi is confronted by a jealous Onozuka.
Part 1
***
Onozuka made it up to Kikuchi's apartment without incident and let himself in with his key. He sprawled out on the couch, impatiently awaiting the return of his lover, although he wasn't sure if he wanted to kiss Kikuchi or slap him. Not that he really would slap Kikuchi--Onozuka had more self-control than that--but the idea was tempting. His blood started boiling every time he thought about the way that the groupie had attached himself to Kikuchi like a limpet, and the way that Kikuchi had done nothing to discourage him until the damned groupie was practically grabbing his crotch.
Which then made Onozuka wonder why he was getting so jealous when he and Kikuchi merely had a relationship of convenience. Neither of them was sleeping with anyone else, but they hadn't really agreed to be exclusive--they had merely promised to be honest if either of them started seeing other people.
Kikuchi walked through the door at that moment, sparing Onozuka from having to examine his feelings more closely, which was something of a relief. On the other hand, a combination of anger, unease, and horniness did not exactly serve to put Onozuka in a romantic or forgiving mood.
"I got rid of the paparazzi," Kikuchi announced proudly, then paused, obviously expecting Onozuka to ask how he had accomplished that feat. However, Onozuka was not feeling very obliging at the moment, so he just stared back at Kikuchi coolly and remained silent.
Kikuchi bent down to kiss him, and Onozuka wrinkled his nose and said petulantly, "You taste like cigarettes."
Kikuchi grinned and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, saying, "But these are what got rid of the paparazzi!"
"What do you mean?" Onozuka asked, his curiosity finally getting the better of him.
Kikuchi explained about how he'd acted like he was sneaking off to an assignation, and was caught smoking instead. "Well, I guess that was clever," Onozuka conceded grudgingly. "Although if you try that trick again, they're going to catch on. Is smoking really taboo in America or did you just make that up?"
"Well, I exaggerated a bit," Kikuchi admitted. "Anti-smoking laws are getting more popular, and people do protest about smoking in films, and stars do get accused of being bad role models if they smoke in public. But since I worked mostly as a supporting actor there..." Kikuchi grimaced slightly. "...it would hardly cause a scandal, since the American paparazzi didn't follow me around the way the Japanese media used to. I did quit smoking while I was in the U.S., though. I started backsliding when I came back home, but I decided to quit again after dropping out of Katou's film." He smiled wryly. "It seemed like a good idea to make a fresh start, symbolically, and it's bad for your health, anyway." He stared wistfully at the pack of cigarettes and sighed, "I suppose I should throw these away."
"Yes, you should," Onozuka said firmly. He snatched the pack out of Kikuchi's hand and tossed it in the wastebasket, although it was more out of a spiteful desire to deprive Kikuchi of something that he wanted than concern for his lover's health. Well...mostly, anyway.
"You're always going on about what an old man you are and how you can't keep up with a young guy like me," Onozuka said sternly. "So you had better take care of your body!"
Kikuchi laughed as he sat down on the couch next to Onozuka. "You don't smoke, do you, Yuu?" he asked curiously. "I've never seen you smoke, and I've never smelled or tasted tobacco on you."
Actually, smoking had been strictly prohibited in the Nakata household and confectionery because according to Onozuka's father, smoking dulled one's sense of taste and smell--a serious liability in any type of chef. Any member of the staff caught smoking was immediately fired, and the branch stores located outside of Kanazawa were not exempt from this rule: the managers had strict orders to maintain a high level of quality and discipline, and Onozuka's father would drop in for surprise inspections several times a year.
Of course, Onozuka hadn't been able to resist trying it just once when he was a kid. One of his friends had snitched some of his older brother's cigarettes, so Onozuka and the friend and a reluctant Toshi (who, as always, had been roped into going along with Onozuka's little rebellion) had each smoked one. Personally, Onozuka hadn't seen the appeal: it had tasted awful and made him double over in a coughing fit. On top of that, even hours later, his father had still been able to pick up the scent of tobacco on him, which had earned him a slap, a blistering lecture, and two weeks of being grounded, along with a concurrent sentence of performing menial chores in the shop for two weeks.
That had been the first and last time Onozuka had ever smoked, since the dubious pleasure of it was hardly worth the punishment. He supposed that he could have taken up smoking after he left home, but since he didn't really like it in the first place, it seemed stupid to court lung cancer just to spite his father, who wouldn't be aware of it, anyway.
But Onozuka wasn't about to explain all that to Kikuchi, so he just replied curtly, "No, I don't."
Kikuchi leaned over to kiss him, but Onozuka turned his head to avoid it. The kiss fell on Onozuka's cheek instead, and Kikuchi asked, "What's wrong? Do you hate the taste of cigarettes that much?" He smiled and joked, "Should I brush my teeth and use mouthwash?"
"I'm sure that groupie wouldn't care if you tasted like cigarettes," Onozuka replied, intending to sound light and flippant, but the words came out sounding sullen instead.
"Oh, I get it," Kikuchi said with a delighted grin. "You're jealous!"
"I'm not jealous!" Onozuka snapped. "So don't let it inflate your already oversized ego!"
"Then why are you so mad at me?" Kikuchi asked, still looking incredibly smug.
"Because...because..." Onozuka faltered, trying to come up with a convincing argument. "Because you're a hypocrite, talking about business before pleasure one minute, and then having a groupie hang all over you the next!"
"Aren't you just as much of a hypocrite, your Highness?" Kikuchi retorted good-naturedly. "You're the one who said that you were too busy for a relationship."
"Well, at least I don't let anyone catch me being a hypocrite in public," Onozuka retorted, a bit lamely. "And anyway, I said that I was too busy for a serious relationship."
Kikuchi's eyes narrowed in what looked like anger for just a moment, and then he laughed. "Ouch, that hurts, Yuu!" he said with a grin. "I thought that we were going steady!"
"You were the one who said that you didn't want anything serious," Onozuka reminded him, trying not to think too hard about the key that Kikuchi had given him. "We just agreed to stop using condoms because neither of us happened to be seeing anyone else at the moment. And we said we'd be honest if we did want to start seeing other people."
"Then what is the problem?" Kikuchi asked in a more serious voice, fixing his gaze on Onozuka's face with an intense, penetrating stare.
Onozuka found himself turning away, unable to meet Kikuchi's eyes. "It's just bad manners to pick up another guy in front of me, that's all," he said sulkily. It still sounded like a lame excuse, and it irritated him that he couldn't come up with anything better. So he found himself snapping defensively, "If you want to fuck a groupie, then go ahead--just try to be a little more discreet about it!"
He regretted the words the instant they left his mouth--what if Kikuchi decided to take him up on his offer? He stared defiantly at Kikuchi, trying not to let the increasing sense of panic he felt show on his face.
Kikuchi stared back at him with that intense gaze for a few moments longer--a very uncomfortable few moments that felt more like an eternity for Onozuka. Then Kikuchi leaned back against the couch and laughed, his eyes filled with good humor again.
"You're making a fuss out of nothing, Yuu," he chuckled. "That groupie propositioned me, not the other way around, remember? And you should also remember that I turned him down, so I really don't understand why you're angry with me."
Onozuka relaxed slightly, but was too proud to back down completely, even though he knew that he ought to laugh it off and apologize for making such a fuss. "You certainly took your time about turning him down, though," Onozuka said dryly. "I thought you were going to let him jerk you off right there at the table."
Kikuchi smiled innocently. "I'm not an exhibitionist like your friend Katou. I was just trying to yank Hasegawa's chain--you saw the way he looks down on me. We were scheduled to have worked on a movie together ten years ago, but he immediately cancelled my contract after the scandal broke. It's obvious that I still disgust him, but he has to put up with me now that the public has decided that gay lovers are cool. I just wanted to rub his nose in it a bit."
"Are you sure you weren't trying to yank my chain as well?" Onozuka asked suspiciously.
"While we're on the subject of good manners and discretion, I think you're being a little unfair, Yuu," Kikuchi replied. "You're always talking about other men in front of me, after all."
"What are you talking about?" Onozuka asked, frowning in confusion.
"Whenever we get together, it's always 'Katou this' and 'Miya-chan that'..." Kikuchi heaved an exaggerated sigh of frustration. "Don't you think it's a little rude to always be talking about other guys when we're alone together?"
Onozuka couldn't quite decide if Kikuchi was really jealous, which would have pleased him, or if Kikuchi was just making fun of him, which would piss him off even further. "That's not the same thing at all!" Onozuka protested. "Katou and Miyasaka are my best friends--it's not like I want to fuck them or anything!"
"Hmm," was all Kikuchi said in reply, giving Onozuka a skeptical look, as if to say, Are you sure about that?
"You're just trying to get yourself out of trouble by shifting the blame," Onozuka accused.
"I'm not the least bit interested in that groupie," Kikuchi laughed, as if he found the idea ridiculous. "He's a pretty boy, but nothing special--there are hundreds of others like him out there." Then he growled in a low, husky voice, "You're the one I really want, Yuu."
That voice went straight to Onozuka's groin, and he felt his anger recede slightly--or rather, his lust increased to the point where it overpowered the anger. "Prove it," he said hoarsely.
In response, Kikuchi pulled Onozuka into his arms and kissed him, and this time Onozuka let him. Onozuka returned the kiss almost violently, crushing his mouth against Kikuchi's until he felt his teeth pressing painfully into his lips, and no doubt Kikuchi felt the same.
And Onozuka found that he did want to hurt Kikuchi, just a little. He bit down on Kikuchi's lower lip, hard enough to make his lover grunt in pain, but not hard enough to break the skin. The director was meeting with the cast tomorrow to go over the filming schedule, and a split lip on the lead actor would be a bit awkward to explain away. Although Onozuka was half-tempted to go ahead and do it anyway, since coming up with an explanation would be Kikuchi's problem.
Only half-tempted, because knowing Kikuchi, he would implicate Onozuka--probably in the most embarrassing way possible.
Kikuchi's tongue darted out to lick his sore lip, but he didn't look angry. If anything, he looked even more turned on, his eyes gleaming with the hungry, wolfish look he'd shown at the press conference, only now he was turning it on Onozuka in earnest rather than playful flirtation.
That look sent a familiar shiver of mingled desire and fear through Onozuka's body, and he didn't object when Kikuchi pulled Onozuka up onto his lap and kissed him deeply, pushing his tongue between Onozuka's parted lips.
Onozuka rocked forward against his lover, and he could feel that Kikuchi was already hard. But was it the bite that had excited him, or had he already been excited by the groupie's earlier flirtation?
The thought filled Onozuka with a jealous rage, and suddenly he didn't care anymore about seeming too jealous or acting like a fool. All he cared about was erasing all traces of that groupie from Kikuchi's mind and proving that he was the one that Kikuchi wanted--even though he wasn't quite sure whether he was trying to prove it to himself or Kikuchi.
"I want you now," Onozuka snarled, crushing his mouth against Kikuchi's in another bruising kiss before jumping to his feet and grabbing Kikuchi's arm to haul him up off the couch and into the bedroom.
***
Kikuchi followed as his lover practically dragged him into the bedroom by force--not that any force was required, since Kikuchi was following quite eagerly, but Onozuka obviously wasn't going to allow him a chance to object.
Onozuka shoved Kikuchi down onto the bed and began tearing impatiently at his clothes--almost literally, since a couple of buttons actually did pop off and fall to the floor in Onozuka's haste to remove Kikuchi's shirt. A very expensive shirt, as it happened, but Kikuchi didn't mind. It could easily be mended, and even if it couldn't, it was a more than fair trade to see his cool, collected prince filled with such passion.
"You too," Kikuchi said, reaching up to return the favor, but Onozuka impatiently slapped his hands away and quickly undressed himself. (He didn't lose any buttons, but only because he was wearing a pullover shirt that didn't have any.) In the meantime, Kikuchi took the opportunity to shed the rest of his own clothing.
As soon as they were both naked, Onozuka gave Kikuchi another one of those angry, demanding kisses, nipping at his lower lip again. If it was meant to be a punishment, it wasn't a very effective one: Kikuchi found the little flare of pain arousing, and he moaned eagerly into Onozuka's mouth.
Onozuka moved lower, closing his mouth around one of Kikuchi's nipples, catching it between his teeth, and Kikuchi hissed in mingled pain and pleasure.
"So your biting fetish works both ways, hmm?" Onozuka murmured, looking pleased with himself. Then he bit down hard on Kikuchi's chest below the nipple--that was definitely going to leave a mark.
Kikuchi gasped, reaching up with one hand to tangle his fingers in Onozuka's hair. "Yes, but you might want to be careful, Yuu. It's possible that Kitamura might want to film the love scenes first, and if there are marks..."
Most ordinary fans weren't aware of it, but the scenes for a movie--or a TV drama, for that matter--weren't usually shot in order. For the sake of practicality, scenes utilizing a certain set were often filmed all at once, even if they appeared at different times in the movie. The schedule of a busy actor involved with other projects could also affect the schedule, as could the availability of a particular location.
Actually, they still had rehearsals and costume fittings to go through, so the mark would probably fade in time for filming. Even so, they needed to be careful from now on. There was no nudity clause in either Kikuchi's or Onozuka's contracts, but Kikuchi assumed that they would at least go shirtless in the sex scenes.
But Onozuka, who was usually so careful about protecting his career and his princely image, just glared at him and said defiantly, "I don't care! Explaining these away will be your problem." A flash of jealousy blazed in his eyes, as hot and intense as a flame, and he snarled, "You can always tell them that your groupie did it."
Then he bit down again, even harder this time...and again, and again, leaving little love-bites all over Kikuchi's chest as Kikuchi moaned and writhed beneath his lover. (Although Kikuchi wasn't quite sure that "love" bites were the right term for them, being inflicted more out of anger and jealousy than affection, but then again, jealousy was a symptom of love, or at least obsession, right?)
He was going to be mottled with bruises tomorrow, but right at this moment, Kikuchi didn't give a damn, and still wouldn't have even if they had been scheduled to film tomorrow.
Onozuka kissed and nipped his way down Kikuchi's chest and stomach, and Kikuchi moaned eagerly as his lover's mouth drew closer to his hardening cock. But Onozuka brushed only the lightest ghost of a kiss across it before moving on to kiss and bite the insides of Kikuchi's thighs.
Kikuchi moaned in frustration, but he supposed that he had only himself to blame, since he had inflicted the same sort of teasing foreplay on Onozuka numerous times in the past--talk about being a bad role model!
Onozuka alternated between sharp bites and soft kisses, driving Kikuchi nearly mad with lust and anticipation. "Yuu," he groaned as felt Onozuka's fingers trail teasingly up along the thigh that his mouth wasn't currently abusing, and then he gasped as those fingers moved further up to slide between his buttocks and caress his entrance, as if asking admittance into his body.
Confirming that guess, Onozuka lifted his head from Kikuchi's thigh and said, "Let me inside you!"--half a plea, and half a demand.
It was a plea that Kikuchi certainly didn't intend to deny. Top, bottom--it didn't really matter that much to him. His preferences leaned more towards the former, but it varied depending on his mood and his partner's inclinations. And even if he hadn't been feeling so inclined at the moment, Onozuka's aggressiveness would quickly have put him in the mood. Onozuka was a very willing and enthusiastic lover, but due to his inexperience, he was usually content to follow Kikuchi's lead. Kikuchi found it intoxicating to see Onozuka being the aggressor and taking the initiative for once.
Kikuchi said nothing to his lover, but just grinned in response and reached over to grab the bottle of lotion from the nightstand, then tossed it over to Onozuka. He spread his legs apart wider, and felt a sense of satisfaction when Onozuka fumbled with the bottle and nearly spilled the whole thing in his haste to get it open.
Onozuka saw Kikuchi's smug smile and gave him a sharp bite on his thigh in reprimand, which enflamed rather than dampened Kikuchi's desire. And then he groaned in pleasure as he felt two fingers, cool and slick with the lotion, pushing inside him.
"Is it good?" Onozuka whispered, gazing at Kikuchi with a possessive look that further stoked his lust. "Does it feel better than anything that groupie could have done to you?"
"What groupie?" Kikuchi groaned, and Onozuka smiled. Kikuchi had to fight back a smile of his own--oh, tonight was going to be good! He ought to track that groupie down and thank him later for getting Onozuka so riled up. He briefly wondered if the groupie and his boyfriend were having equally passionate, jealously-fueled make-up sex, and then Kikuchi did smile at the thought of how jealous Onozuka would be if he knew that Kikuchi was thinking about the groupie right at this moment.
"What are you smirking about?" Onozuka asked suspiciously.
"It just feels so good," Kikuchi moaned, pushing his hips up to drive Onozuka's fingers in deeper. "You're so good, Yuu," he crooned, and it took little acting to sound convincing because it did feel good and Onozuka really was the one he wanted, not the groupie. He just needed to add a little flattery to soothe Onozuka's hurt feelings--while at the same time, not reassuring him too much, because that touch of jealousy would spice up tonight's lovemaking.
"You're a shameless flatterer," Onozuka said, but he smiled slightly and rewarded Kikuchi with a kiss.
"More," Kikuchi breathed into Onozuka's mouth, his body still following the movement of Onozuka's fingers, arching up into his touch. "More."
"You're so demanding," Onozuka said mockingly.
"And now my words come back to haunt me," Kikuchi laughed ruefully. "Would it help if I promise never to be so cruel to you again?"
"I'm not sure that I'd believe you," Onozuka replied, kissing him again.
And he would be right not to, Kikuchi had to admit. He loved teasing his lover until Onozuka was begging for Kikuchi to take him, or once their lovemaking was already in progress, begging for release. Actually, Kikuchi didn't really mind a little payback--as he'd once told Onozuka, the frustration made the moment of gratification all the more sweet.
But judging by Onozuka's flushed face and heavy breathing and that impatient gleam in his eyes, it wouldn't take much to prod him into action. To be honest, it never did--probably due to the fact that Onozuka was making up for years of repressed desires, but Kikuchi liked to flatter himself that it was partly due to his skill as a lover.
"Yuu," he moaned, adding a note of urgency to his voice. "I need you inside me now!" As the finishing touch, he added an even more urgent, "Please."
Onozuka groaned and slicked more of the lotion on his cock, and this time he did spill a good portion of it on the sheets--but what the hell, the sheets were going to need washing anyway, right? And then Kikuchi cried out as Onozuka slammed into him with a quick, hard thrust.
"Yes, more!" Kikuchi groaned, with an urgency that was not at all feigned this time, and Onozuka gave up any pretense of teasing Kikuchi, thrusting into him hard and fast with just as much urgency. It was a contrast to Onozuka's usual style when he topped, which was much slower and gentler to start with. But Kikuchi didn't mind the roughness, since Onozuka could actually be a little too gentle at times, at least at first, until things heated up and he lost control. Maybe Onozuka was still a little uncertain of how to make love to another man, or maybe he was used to treating the women that he'd slept with more gently--in a princely manner, no doubt.
"More!" Kikuchi repeated, wrapping his legs around Onozuka's waist to draw him in deeper. He raked his nails down his lover's back, and Onozuka cried out and began thrusting into him even harder. That felt good, but what excited him even more was watching Onozuka move on top of him: face flushed with exertion and desire, lips parted and breath coming in shallow pants, and most of all, his eyes wide and frantic and still a little angry, filled with an intensity and need and possessiveness that Kikuchi had never seen before, not even the first time that they'd made love.
It suddenly dawned on Kikuchi that he was finally seeing the real Onozuka Yuu, stripped bare of all his masks for once, and the thought was intoxicating. He moaned wildly, pushing up into Onozuka's thrusts with equal fervor, and realized with some consternation that he wasn't going to be able to last much longer. Despite his self-deprecating jokes about his stamina, he prided himself on his ability to outlast his young lover and make Onozuka come first. It was partly a game, to see which of them could remain in control, and partly just for the sheer pleasure of being able to watch Onozuka's face as he came: to see Onozuka's features relax into a look of almost incredulous joy, and to know that he was the one who had put it there. None of Kikuchi's many previous lovers had taken as much delight in their encounters as Onozuka seemed to each time, like a child making a brilliant new discovery.
And then Kikuchi grinned, realizing that he had already won the game by making Onozuka jealous enough to confront him about the groupie and practically drag him into bed. He could afford to cede a little control this time and let Onozuka have this small victory.
So he surrendered himself to their lovemaking without trying to hold back. "Yuu," Kikuchi moaned. "Please...I need..." He reached up to touch himself but Onozuka slapped his hand away--and once again, he recalled doing something similar to Onozuka when their positions had been reversed.
"I'm not sure that you deserve to come," Onozuka said, but laid his hand, still slippery with the lotion, on Kikuchi's cock and slid his fingers down its length teasingly. Kikuchi gasped, and Onozuka smiled a bit smugly and added, "But I would like to see you come first for a change."
Kikuchi gave him a startled look, then smiled sheepishly. "I didn't realize that you'd noticed."
"I'm not blind or stupid," Onozuka said tartly.
"No, you most certainly are not," Kikuchi agreed, then purred, "It's just that I love watching you come, Yuu, to see how much pleasure I'm giving you."
"I know, but let me watch you this once," Onozuka whispered, and his hips thrust forward sharply as his fingers wrapped around Kikuchi's cock more securely.
"Ah...yes!" Kikuchi replied hoarsely as his body surged up in response. It only took a few more thrusts and a few more strokes of Onozuka's hand to send him over the edge and he was coming, so caught up in that moment of pleasure--more intense than usual--that he missed his chance to see Onozuka's face when he came immediately after. But then Onozuka collapsed on Kikuchi's chest with a groan, and seeing his face in the aftermath was almost as good: sweaty and flushed, features relaxed into an exhausted but sated expression.
Onozuka's hair was falling into his eyes, and Kikuchi gently brushed it back, chuckling, "Maybe I should flirt with other men more often!"
Onozuka glowered at him balefully and said, "That is not funny."
Kikuchi kissed Onozuka and assured him, "I have zero interest in that groupie--he means nothing to me. What excited me is how passionate you were in bed tonight. Forgive me if I say that I wouldn't mind making you a little jealous if the sex is going to be this good!"
Onozuka flushed, and his expression wavered back and forth between being flattered and embarrassed. "I guess I overreacted a little," he laughed nervously.
Kikuchi didn't reply right away, taking some time to choose his next words. This was the crucial moment: the fish was well and truly hooked, but he had to be careful not to let his prize slip off the hook or break the line.
"I know that you were mostly playacting," Kikuchi said with a grin, deliberately downplaying Onozuka's jealousy. "But still, it's flattering to think that an old man like me can inspire a little jealousy in a handsome young man like you."
"I keep telling you that you're not old, Katsuya!" Onozuka laughed, a look of relief filling his face. "But I was a bit jealous," he admitted playfully. "Although I guess it was silly of me to make such a big deal about it."
"You can be as jealous as you like, as long as this is the result," Kikuchi said, wrapping his arms around Onozuka and kissing him soundly.
Onozuka kissed him back, then said dryly, "I wouldn't exactly say that I like being jealous."
Kikuchi grinned and replied, "I guess I was the one who liked it. But that groupie really isn't my type, anyway."
"Are you sure?" Onozuka asked suspiciously. "Asami-chan said that he's a famous groupie who can seduce even straight guys."
"Well, maybe his effeminate looks appeal to straight guys, but not to me," Kikuchi replied casually. "If I wanted a woman-substitute, I'd just sleep with a real woman and be done with it. I like my men to look like men." He let his hands drift across Onozuka's body, slowly and languidly. "And there is no doubt at all that you are a man, Yuu," Kikuchi added.
"You talk sweet now that you've gotten what you wanted," Onozuka grumbled, but he relaxed further and sighed contentedly in response to the caresses.
"What I want is you," Kikuchi purred.
"You really are a shameless flatterer," Onozuka laughed.
Kikuchi's hands continued to stroke Onozuka's body lazily as he wondered if he had enough time and energy for a second round of lovemaking--with less urgency and more tenderness now that the edge had been taken off. Especially when Onozuka looked so appealingly pliant and relaxed as he lay in Kikuchi's arms, but Kikuchi glanced at the clock on the nightstand and regretfully decided against it. Besides, Onozuka was already beginning to doze off.
"Yuu," Kikuchi whispered, placing a hand on Onozuka's shoulder and shaking him gently. "Wake up."
"Hmm?" Onozuka asked sleepily with his eyes only half open.
"It's getting late, and we need to be at the studio early tomorrow morning," Kikuchi replied. "Do you want me to call you a cab?"
"Can't I sleep over?" Onozuka asked, giving Kikuchi a pleading puppy-dog look that would have melted even the coldest heart--except that it bore a suspicious resemblance to the way that Katou mooned over Iwaki, and Onozuka was not usually in the habit of behaving like a puppy.
So that made it a little easier for Kikuchi to say, although with genuine regret, "I'd love for you to stay over, but it's not a good idea. The paparazzi might come back in the morning, and if they catch us leaving together, or even just catch you leaving my building alone, it will make the tabloids. And then Fujimoto and Kojima will be angry with us, and just between you and me, I'm a little scared of Kojima."
"I hate to say it, but you're right," Onozuka laughed, dropping the puppy act and looking more like his normal self. "I was happy to get the co-starring role, but I'm beginning to see that there are downsides to fame."
"So would you rather have let Asano or Yoshizumi take the role?" Kikuchi teased.
"Never!" Onozuka replied vehemently, and Kikuchi laughed.
"Don't worry," Kikuchi said, giving Onozuka a kiss. "We'll find ways to see each other. We'll just need to be a little more creative."
"Maybe we can meet at your friend's church," Onozuka joked. "Surely no one would expect a gay couple to have a rendezvous there!"
"Father Osamu is very liberal, but that might be a bit much even for him," Kikuchi laughed. "But we'll figure something out. And at least we'll be able to have fun playing the love scenes in the movie--Asami-chan thinks that we have sizzling hot chemistry, by the way."
"The more I get to know Asami-chan, the more I like her!" Onozuka said with a wide grin.
"Don't like her too much, Yuu," Kikuchi whispered into his ear.
"Surely you're not jealous," Onozuka teased, although he seemed to like the idea, which had been Kikuchi's intention. "It's not the same thing as you and the groupie, because you know that I don't like women. Well...I like Asami-chan just fine, but not the way that you're thinking of!"
"I know, but that doesn't mean that I enjoy watching your hordes of female fans fawn over you," Kikuchi replied, nibbling on Onozuka's earlobe. "And Asami-chan told me at the audition that she's a big fan of the Golden Prince."
"Ah, I like her even more--she obviously has good taste!" Onozuka declared. "And cut that out," he added as Kikuchi nipped at his earlobe a bit more sharply this time. "You're the one who wanted to send me home, so don't start anything that you don't intend to finish."
Kikuchi pulled away and sighed regretfully, "It's not that I want you to go, Yuu; I just want to protect your career. And it is late, and we do have to be up early tomorrow morning..."
"I know," Onozuka replied. "Let's try and meet tomorrow night, to pick up where we left off?"
"As long as the paparazzi aren't camped outside," Kikuchi said, frowning. "I managed to lure them away this time, but that cigarette trick isn't going to work more than once."
"Maybe I can wear a disguise," Onozuka suggested. Then he smiled impishly and said, "Or maybe I can phone in an anonymous tip about an Iwaki-Katou scandal! That would be a much bigger scoop, and the reporters would surely rush away to cover it!"
"Do you feel any guilt at all about using your friends as a distraction?" Kikuchi asked.
"No," Onozuka replied without hesitation. "Why, do you object to the idea?"
"Not in the least," Kikuchi said with a grin.
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Yoshida was still on duty when Onozuka called the taxi company, so he asked for the driver to pick him up again.
"How did the rehearsal with Kikuchi-san go?" Yoshida asked politely, without any trace of humor, innuendo, or sarcasm that Onozuka could detect.
Onozuka hesitated, feeling chagrined at how much he'd let his jealousy affect him. The idea of a casual relationship with no commitments was fine in theory...as long as neither of them was seeing anyone else. He had just had a very unpleasant taste of what it might be like to have to share Kikuchi with someone else, and he was a little shaken by how much Kikuchi's harmless flirtation with the groupie had angered him. He wondered whether Kikuchi would have been jealous if the situation had been reversed and the groupie had propositioned Onozuka instead.
It was a relief that Kikuchi hadn't seemed to take his jealousy too seriously...or at least, Onozuka hoped that he hadn't. It was difficult sometimes to tell what Kikuchi was really thinking; the man was too good of an actor, but maybe that was to be expected of an award-winning actor. Although Katou and Iwaki were good actors on the screen, but incredibly bad at dissembling in their personal lives.
Although his emotions were in turmoil, Onozuka felt sated and pleasantly exhausted on a purely physical level, and he allowed that feeling of contentment to lull his concerns for the moment. If Kikuchi said that things between them were fine, Onozuka would take his words at face value. Why risk ruining a good thing by shaking up the status quo, after all?
"It got off to a slightly rocky start, but in the end, I think that we were able to work together well," Onozuka finally told the cab driver. "I'm really looking forward to the actual filming."
"I'm sure that it will be a great movie, Onozuka-san," Yoshida said cheerfully.
"Yes, I think so, too," Onozuka said with a smile, deciding to concentrate on the positive: he had his first big role in a feature film, and was taking his first step towards catching up with Katou. He considered Katou just as much a rival as he did Miyasaka, although he didn't openly voice that opinion, since Katou was obviously on a higher level than them--for the moment. Onozuka didn't begrudge Katou his success, but he didn't intend to remain in his friend's shadow forever.
Another blessing to count was the fact that he was co-starring with his childhood hero, who in some incredible twist of fate and luck, had become his real-life lover--as talented in bed as he was on the screen, even if he was an evil bastard. (But evil in a mostly charming way, Onozuka had to admit.)
And even better, that lover was Katou's sworn enemy, which gave Onozuka even more opportunities to torment and toy with his friend. Onozuka's smile grew wider as he dozed in the back seat most of the way home, his thoughts filled with pleasant fantasies of sex, stardom, and an outraged Katou and Miyasaka.
THE END
Next story in the series: Family Visit: Tokyo, Part 1
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Afterword: The idea of smoking being forbidden by Onozuka's dad was stolen, er, borrowed from the Oishinbo: Japanese Cuisine manga published in the US by Viz. The art is pretty basic and cartoonish, but it's a fascinating lesson in Japanese cuisine and food preparation. One of the stories in that volume involves a young chef who is fired for smoking, for the same reasons that Onozuka's father gives.
I don't much care for smoking myself and had wanted to make K&O non-smokers. However, canonically, Kikuchi was shown smoking at the beginning of the "Nude Dancer" chapter in Book 2, so I decided to play around with the idea of smoking being less acceptable in the U.S. and Kikuchi using that to trick the paparazzi. Onozuka is never shown smoking in the manga, so that wasn't a problem. Plus, he seems like the type of character who is very in control of himself, and wouldn't like losing control by indulging to excess in vices and addictions. We see him go out drinking several times in the manga with Katou and/or Miyasaka, but unlike those two, he never seems to get noticeably drunk, as far as I can tell. I'm sure he enjoys drinking, but not to the point of getting falling-down-drunk or passing out. The real enjoyment probably comes from watching the other two make idiots of themselves. ^_^
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Thanks for writing this!
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- Hehe! Onozuka is so out of his league! -
"Surely you're not jealous," Onozuka teased, although he seemed to like the idea, which had been Kikuchi's intention.
This was wonderful - so sexy and funny and sweet. Onozuka's jealousy was sweet and Kikuchi's methods in dealing with it are funny. I love it when characters come undone, with sex or love - this is perfect.
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And Onozuka is out of his league, but I'm not sure that Kikuchi fully realizes that he's just as hooked as Onozuka is! ^_^
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I'm always looking forward to your fics, and you have yet to disappoint me, dear ♥
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I lurve you for this! sooo good!
^o^
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hmm i'm totally delving into your fics - lucky it's holiday time so i can just wolf them down XDD
seriously, you're a really good writer, i enjoy your great style as well as the good prepared background, and naturally the plots *bow* ^__^
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