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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      KAT-TUN_(Band), NewS_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Kamenashi_Kazuya/Kusano_Hironori/Yamashita_Tomohisa
  Character:
      Kamenashi_Kazuya, Kusano_Hironori, Yamashita_Tomohisa
  Additional Tags:
      Canon_Universe, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Threesome_-_M/M/M, high
      school_uniform
  Stats:
      Published: 2008-10-06 Words: 1758
****** school daze ******
by thunderylee
Summary
     Yamapi sends Kame to pick Kusano up from school.
Notes
     reposted from agck.
One, two, three – only three? Kusano counts the love letters with distaste;
it’s Friday. He should have more than that. He carefully avoids the eyes of the
many girls who seem to wallpaper the hallway as he walks by, feeling a little
like he’s making the walk of shame. There’s a few who only use him to get to
Yamapi, but either way, he’s not interested.
That doesn’t stop him from letting them blow him in the stairwell between
classes, though. Morals aside, he is a man.
The fresh air seems to snap him out of his trance, and he jogs happily to the
far side of the football field where Yamapi’s supposed to meet him. His leader
doesn’t usually pick him up from school, but today he had called and said that
filming was wrapping up at about this time, so he’d swing by and give Kusano a
ride to the jimusho. It’s really nice to have such a caring senpai as his
leader.
Not to mention that Yamapi might have Kamenashi with him. Not that Kusano is
gay for Kame or anything; he just respects the older man’s work. Kame is an
amazing actor, singer, dancer, overall performer, and he’s not too hard on the
eyes either. Okay, maybe Kusano is a little gay for Kame, but purely in the
celebrity crush way – that is, it will never happen.
Kusano has to do a double-take when he sees who is leaning against the fence
waiting for him. At first glance it looks like Yamapi’s been dieting again, but
then he realizes that this person is entirely too short to be Yamapi. As he
gets closer, he recognizes the almond-shaped eyes and nearly trips over nothing
– not only it is Kame who has come to get him, but Kame in his Shuuji uniform.
If Kame notices him gaping, he doesn’t mention it. “Yamashita got tied up with
filming,” he says, his voice like honey to Kusano’s ears. “Is it okay if you
ride with me?”
Kusano nods slowly, not trusting himself to speak without squeaking. He lowers
his eyes to the ground and starts to walk past Kame, but Kame stops him with
one finger on his belt and Kusano almost chokes on his breath.
“Look at you,” Kame says, his mouth dangerously close to Kusano’s ear as he
tugs at the loose tails of Kusano’s shirt. “Doesn’t Yamapi teach you anything?
You look like a bum. Tuck your shirt in.”
Kusano isn’t too sure why Kame’s telling him to tuck his shirt in when Kame
seems to be doing it himself, seeing no problem with practically shoving his
hands down Kusano’s pants to even out the creases. When he goes around to the
back, Kusano’s face is smashed into Kame’s shoulder, and he smells Kame’s
cologne and the remains of his soap from this morning’s shower.
“I can’t believe you actually go to school looking like -” Kame’s saying, then
stops as Kusano inhales sharply and leans against him. “Kusano-kun?”
“Sorry,” Kusano says quickly, scrambling to regain his balance but instead
trips again, and Kame barely catches him around the waist, holding him up while
indirectly holding him close, and Kusano thinks that if he wasn’t gay for Kame
before, he certainly is now.
Nothing happens, and Kusano’s getting anxious; he tentatively opens his eyes to
see Kame staring at him, looking contemplative. Kusano bites his lip, waiting
for the lecture that will inevitably come, starting to cringe when Kame’s hands
move, only to gasp when they slide over his hips instead of push him away.
Kame blinks, looks like he wants to say something, but before Kusano can
prepare himself, he’s being spun around and pushed against a tree, Kame’s face
in his neck as the rest of his body presses against Kusano’s. Kusano’s first
instinct is to rock back against him, which has Kame chuckling approvingly
while fumbling with Kusano’s belt and undoing all of the shirt-tucking he’d
just done.
Kusano feels like he’s dreaming, his vision swimming before his eyes as Kame
drops to his knees and settles his pretty head between Kusano’s legs. The way
Kame swallows him whole puts high-school girls to shame, even those college
girls in Hawaii. Kusano can’t stop from threading both hands through Kame’s
hair, although he’s really just moving along with Kame rather than guiding his
motions.
Kame’s mouth is like nothing else, making all other coherent thoughts and
feelings fly out of Kusano’s head until he can do nothing but let out a low
moan with every exhale and sharply roll his hips to thrust deep into Kame’s
throat.
Humming happily, Kame’s hands tug at Kusano’s pants to lower them more, then
latch onto the back of his thighs in a way that has Kusano thinking that this
won’t be over with just a blowjob. With Kame’s lips tightening around him,
though, he doesn’t have much protest in him, and he’s getting harder with each
inch of Kame’s finger further between his legs. He looks down to see Kame
looking up at him through his bangs, his eyes saying comforting things that
Kame would never speak out loud, and the thought of making him stop never
crosses Kusano’s mind.
Kame’s fingertip is cool and wet when it touches his rim, and Kusano can only
groan as his body jerks and comes, surprising himself while Kame seems ready
for it. He hears Kame swallow and feels the grin form on his face, only to have
it wiped off when Kame’s tongue pries his lips open and he tastes himself as
Kame ravishes his mouth.
Kame doesn’t waste time, one finger than two, paying no attention to the fact
that Kusano clearly has not done this before as he roughly stretches him and
kisses the grunts and whines that Kusano emits. It only hurts a little,
Kusano’s mind racing as Kame strokes something inside him that has him
practically jumping into Kame’s arms.
With Kusano’s pants still hanging off of one leg, Kame steps forward and
spreads Kusano’s knees, balancing them around his waist as his preparations get
faster and Kusano gets noisier. Kusano feels Kame hard against his thigh, lubed
and ready, and Kusano wraps his arms around Kame’s neck and clutches onto his
shoulder blades in an effort to bring him closer, feel his heartbeat, get him
to fucking do it already-
“Shu~u~ji-kun,” a lazy voice mutters from outside the haze of Kusano’s mind,
one which doesn’t really register but has Kame stopping dead in his tracks.
“I thought I told you to stop calling me that,” Kame mumbles, making no move to
let Kusano go or even withdraw his fingers, leaving Kusano to push back against
them helplessly and squirm from the lack of contact.
“What are you doing to my Kusano?” Yamapi asks innocently, and Kusano actually
has to open his eyes to see if Yamapi’s for real. Not only is he donning a
serious expression, he’s also wearing the school uniform from the drama they’re
filming. Kusano’s starting to wonder if he has a fetish when the sight alone
has him getting aroused again.
Kame notices, giving Kusano a lingering look before turning back to Yamapi.
“Yours?”
Yamapi strides up and grabs Kame by the collar, shoving him away while at the
same time pulling Kusano towards him. “I am his leader. That makes him mine.
Not yours.”
Kusano buries his face into Yamapi’s shirt, feeling a little embarrassed at the
way he’s still practically undressed and how much he wants to continue what
Yamapi had interrupted. “Yamapi,” he says, his voice sounding much more whiny
than he would have liked, not to mention his hands that are clutching onto
Yamapi’s shirt like he’s trying to claw his way inside Yamapi’s chest.
“If anyone is going to fuck him,” Yamapi goes on, his voice even sterner as it
vibrates against Kusano’s body, “it’s going to be me.”
“Please,” Kusano gasps, no longer feeling any shame, now tugging at Yamapi’s
shirt.
Finally, Yamapi looks at him. His eyes are soft and a little amused as he looks
down at Kusano, lips straight. “Please what.”
Kusano closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, letting out a shrill moan with
his exhale when he feels Yamapi hoist him back up against the tree. “Please…
fuck me.”
Yamapi’s not one to waste time; almost immediately he’s pressing into Kusano,
groaning into Kusano’s hair, wrapping his arms around him to hold him steady as
Kusano gradually opens him up to him.
Another mouth appears on his neck, and Kusano blindly turns towards where Kame
is standing next to him, rubbing against his hip. “Your leader is a possessive
ass,” he whispers affectionately.
“Love you too, Shuuji-kun,” Yamapi says in a strained voice, lifting one hand
to embrace Kame along with Kusano, indirectly pressing him harder against
Kusano. Kame’s surprised moan is released right in Kusano’s ear and it makes
him shiver, which Yamapi can feel if the way he starts thrusting faster is any
indication. “Hiro-chan really likes Kame’s voice, huh?”
“Shut up,” Kusano mutters, his voice practically nonexistent as he leans his
head against Kame’s, feeling Yamapi’s lips on his neck along with the throb of
Kame’s cock on his hip. Someone’s hand wraps around him and starts to stroke
quickly, purposefully, and Kusano’s own moans overpower Kame’s as he tightens
around Yamapi and reaches right down Kame’s pants to give him something to push
into.
Kame chokes on his air and Kusano can see him clinging onto Yamapi, who’s
practically fucking Kusano into the tree until the hand on his cock squeezes
just right and his world explodes, weightless and emotionless, all of the
tension flowing from his veins while Yamapi’s grunts get louder and Kame pulses
in his hand.
Afterwards, the first thing Kusano notices is that they’ve migrated to the
ground, neither one making the effort to do much of anything that doesn’t
involve groaning or moving closer. Kusano wonders if they’re going to fall
asleep right here, under the tree in the very back corner of the football
field, but as soon as the thought occurs to him Yamapi’s on his feet, zipping
his pants and reaching for Kusano to put him back together.
“Make him tuck in his shirt,” Kame tells him from the ground. “He looks like a
hoodlum.”
Yamapi says nothing, holding eye contact with Kame as he yanks one of his
shirttails out of his pants before returning to Kusano.
“Smartass,” Kame says, and Yamapi smirks.
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