"my lips are soft like a leather jacket"
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dictionarysays1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these then post them.
Not only did some of these end up waaaaay longer than I expected them to, I admit to doing the first three in one go at one in the morning last week and then doing the last seven this weekend in the middle of the night in the middle of my camping trip. Still surprised I only shuffle'd across one SMAP song. idk how I feel about the style of these drabble-like things, the exposition feels really abrupt But Maybe Now I Can Get Back To That 2k Threesome I Started. 8|
SMAP
Dashboard Confessional ★ The ghost of a good thing
When he’d hissed I’m gonna leave into the dip between his chest and his bellybutton (after the third time he sucks him off), Nakai had figured that’d meant but we’ll do this again because that’s what it’d meant for a year now.
But it hits Nakai harder than he’d care to admit when the next week the other man is mumbling something about babies and marriage. All he’d wanted to know was what time he’d come over. It’s not much later that there’s a press conference and they still have a concert to do and for fuck’s sake, he’s better than this.
He doesn’t believe it himself; especially when he’s stretched out on his hotel room floor, watching re-runs of a drama where Kimura gets the girl.
He turns it off; sort of thinking it’d be nice to do a drama again.
Say Anything ★ Wow, i can get sexual too
It rings twice before Tsuyoshi picks up.
“Hey.”
“H-hi.”
“Are you...?”
“... yeah.” His voice is breathy like usual and Kimura can’t help but smirk, beginning to fondle the thing in his pants.
It isn’t any less electric than it was four months ago when the younger man huffs, the shhff of his jeans coming through the receiver. He remembers it being a complete fluke, calling Tsuyoshi on his phone, the only person who would pick up teeth grinding and throat buzzing and halfway through a session with himself while letting Kimura talk to him about recording tomorrow.
Neither of them knows when it became a tradition but eventually the older man was calling every Wednesday night, holding conversations made up of staccato sighs and trembling thighs. Tonight is no different and it doesn’t take anything more than ten minutes for them to finish.
Kimura’s imagining the sweat sheen pasted against his band mate’s brow and the blush invading his neck as he reassures the heavy silence on the other end, “I've still got no regrets, dummy.” He hears the smile and hangs up quietly, flicking the cum from under his nails.
He laughs himself to sleep.
Barenaked Ladies ★ Some fantastic
Shingo watches Tsuyoshi laugh at another one of Nakai’s jokes and decides then and there that he’s going to be funnier. It’s dark when they spin their last spin and recording’s done for the night. Kimura’s hand is warm on his back and it drags his eyes away from the way Nakai leans into Tsuyoshi’s side for a quick second.
“Stare any harder and you’ll burn a hole.” After his older band mate says that, Shingo doesn’t tell him that’s the point.
Afterwards, Shingo’s stuffed in the van, mumbling gags under his breath, hoping that one of them would bring him back.
Tenacious D ★ Rock your socks off
Kimura’s shirt’s been missing for an hour now and Nakai chews on a piece of leather that’s come loose; staring down a suspiciously young girl in the front row and humping the mic stand to the solo being wrenched out of Kimura’s guitar. Goro thumps out a complicated line on the drums, smiling like a sweaty dork when the crowd roars and tossing his hair back like he’s an idol or something. Nakai smells smoke and can’t help but swivel the keyboardist’s way, he’s drenched in sweat; one hand fucking around with a chord on his keys, the other balancing a shortening cigarette on his lips—times like these, he doesn’t get why Shingo still calls him Tsuyopon. Shingo is plucking at his bass, sashaying his way when he catches his eye under all his sticky blonde hair. Nakai grins and almost forgets to sing the lyrics about someplace he’s never been and premarital sex.
The lights are hot on their skin.
Mungo Jerry ★ In the summertime
Once he determines he’s not an imposter, makes him swear on his shoe collection that it isn’t a dokkiri and calls Kimura quickly for advice; Goro lets Nakai take him out for a drive. They cruise around Tokyo for a bit, sticking Boo into the CD player and attempting to harmonize to Seigi no Mikata wa Ate ni Naranai. Nakai even offers to treat the other man to dinner.
Dinner is takoyaki from a stall.
Just when Goro thinks it’s over, Nakai pulls up to the park by his place and rasps, “This wasn’t supposed to be fun,” Goro moves to say summer nights aren’t half bad but ends up with chapped lips and tobacco breath instead.
Hello Saferide ★ Arjeplog
Neither of them speak as they follow the barely there trail, the air cold while chunks of snow fall from the molasses sky. When they reach the park there’s a teenager there, so they wander over to the telephone poles instead; their feet crunching in the snow. He knows this is something big and that Nakai isn’t always going to want to hold his hand; that it’s enough that he peeks over sometimes when he thinks the younger man isn’t looking and stares. Skyscrapers loom in the distance like lit up white peaks and Tsuyoshi takes to counting the windows with the lights still on, thinking about bringing up last night. His hand turns into a giant snowflake that threatens to melt when Nakai takes his hand and shoves it into his coat pocket. They stay like that with melted snow in their hair.
The Ums ★ Bathroom walls
“Good thing we’re magnets.”
“Hah?” Goro peeks up from his place in Kimura’s pants, giggling. The other man isn’t as amused and merely groans quietly, twining his hand in his band mate’s curls again. Goro stretches and kisses his bellybutton, having gradually grown accustomed to the outie.
First he says, “Opposites attract,” then he’s licking a pelvic bone.
He barely notices the toilet paper roll digging into his spine.
Bright Eyes ★ First day of my life
The purple sky spreads across his eyes and his heart wants to melt inside his ribs as he turns the ignition off. There’s a pair of dirty jeans in the trunk, but none of that matters because the door suddenly swings open and Shingo’s eyes are still bright.
Kimura knows the drive was worth it and sometimes he’s going to have to leave in the middle of the night before all the feelings eat him up. But he smiles to himself, thinking that maybe this time is different.
The younger man holds the door open with his shoulder, his eyelashes wet with tears that say I really think you like me.
SMAP ★ Original smile/Aoi inazuma (Phasio REMIX)
He emerges from the rain, soaked to the bone. Kimura’s trying to convince Shingo he isn’t green one second, and the next he’s gone completely still; eyes locked to lean thighs swathed in leather. Goro immediately nicknames the stranger Pleather Thighs. Kimura doesn’t care because Pleather Thighs is pulling his sunglasses off and soon reveals golden eyes lit up by the disco ball on the ceiling.
He corners the man during a JLo song where Tsuyoshi is doing the Macarena and gets a name, Masahiro, and a better idea of how soft the man’s lips might be from the way they pull into an o shape.
They’re in an alley sharing a smoke when Masahiro suggests going back in.
Kimura takes another pull, “Everything I want to see is right here.”
The Pillows ★ Hybrid rainbow
They dared one another to run away and drove Nakai’s car outback, past the town lights and the Honda’s fence in the dead of the night; thinking they’d get far if they were quiet. Things never go as planned though and an hour later Nakai was mumbling about being hungry and Kimura had a pretty good feeling that they had gone the wrong way. It took them another two hours before they made it back, giggling and shushing each other as they climbed back up Kimura’s porch—Nakai spent the night, which wasn’t unusual, and the next morning when Kimura woke up to find Nakai staring, the sun making a rainbow on his face, he realized it wasn’t running away that mattered but that he had been with him.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these then post them.
Not only did some of these end up waaaaay longer than I expected them to, I admit to doing the first three in one go at one in the morning last week and then doing the last seven this weekend in the middle of the night in the middle of my camping trip. Still surprised I only shuffle'd across one SMAP song. idk how I feel about the style of these drabble-like things, the exposition feels really abrupt But Maybe Now I Can Get Back To That 2k Threesome I Started. 8|
SMAP
Dashboard Confessional ★ The ghost of a good thing
When he’d hissed I’m gonna leave into the dip between his chest and his bellybutton (after the third time he sucks him off), Nakai had figured that’d meant but we’ll do this again because that’s what it’d meant for a year now.
But it hits Nakai harder than he’d care to admit when the next week the other man is mumbling something about babies and marriage. All he’d wanted to know was what time he’d come over. It’s not much later that there’s a press conference and they still have a concert to do and for fuck’s sake, he’s better than this.
He doesn’t believe it himself; especially when he’s stretched out on his hotel room floor, watching re-runs of a drama where Kimura gets the girl.
He turns it off; sort of thinking it’d be nice to do a drama again.
Say Anything ★ Wow, i can get sexual too
It rings twice before Tsuyoshi picks up.
“Hey.”
“H-hi.”
“Are you...?”
“... yeah.” His voice is breathy like usual and Kimura can’t help but smirk, beginning to fondle the thing in his pants.
It isn’t any less electric than it was four months ago when the younger man huffs, the shhff of his jeans coming through the receiver. He remembers it being a complete fluke, calling Tsuyoshi on his phone, the only person who would pick up teeth grinding and throat buzzing and halfway through a session with himself while letting Kimura talk to him about recording tomorrow.
Neither of them knows when it became a tradition but eventually the older man was calling every Wednesday night, holding conversations made up of staccato sighs and trembling thighs. Tonight is no different and it doesn’t take anything more than ten minutes for them to finish.
Kimura’s imagining the sweat sheen pasted against his band mate’s brow and the blush invading his neck as he reassures the heavy silence on the other end, “I've still got no regrets, dummy.” He hears the smile and hangs up quietly, flicking the cum from under his nails.
He laughs himself to sleep.
Barenaked Ladies ★ Some fantastic
Shingo watches Tsuyoshi laugh at another one of Nakai’s jokes and decides then and there that he’s going to be funnier. It’s dark when they spin their last spin and recording’s done for the night. Kimura’s hand is warm on his back and it drags his eyes away from the way Nakai leans into Tsuyoshi’s side for a quick second.
“Stare any harder and you’ll burn a hole.” After his older band mate says that, Shingo doesn’t tell him that’s the point.
Afterwards, Shingo’s stuffed in the van, mumbling gags under his breath, hoping that one of them would bring him back.
Tenacious D ★ Rock your socks off
Kimura’s shirt’s been missing for an hour now and Nakai chews on a piece of leather that’s come loose; staring down a suspiciously young girl in the front row and humping the mic stand to the solo being wrenched out of Kimura’s guitar. Goro thumps out a complicated line on the drums, smiling like a sweaty dork when the crowd roars and tossing his hair back like he’s an idol or something. Nakai smells smoke and can’t help but swivel the keyboardist’s way, he’s drenched in sweat; one hand fucking around with a chord on his keys, the other balancing a shortening cigarette on his lips—times like these, he doesn’t get why Shingo still calls him Tsuyopon. Shingo is plucking at his bass, sashaying his way when he catches his eye under all his sticky blonde hair. Nakai grins and almost forgets to sing the lyrics about someplace he’s never been and premarital sex.
The lights are hot on their skin.
Mungo Jerry ★ In the summertime
Once he determines he’s not an imposter, makes him swear on his shoe collection that it isn’t a dokkiri and calls Kimura quickly for advice; Goro lets Nakai take him out for a drive. They cruise around Tokyo for a bit, sticking Boo into the CD player and attempting to harmonize to Seigi no Mikata wa Ate ni Naranai. Nakai even offers to treat the other man to dinner.
Dinner is takoyaki from a stall.
Just when Goro thinks it’s over, Nakai pulls up to the park by his place and rasps, “This wasn’t supposed to be fun,” Goro moves to say summer nights aren’t half bad but ends up with chapped lips and tobacco breath instead.
Hello Saferide ★ Arjeplog
Neither of them speak as they follow the barely there trail, the air cold while chunks of snow fall from the molasses sky. When they reach the park there’s a teenager there, so they wander over to the telephone poles instead; their feet crunching in the snow. He knows this is something big and that Nakai isn’t always going to want to hold his hand; that it’s enough that he peeks over sometimes when he thinks the younger man isn’t looking and stares. Skyscrapers loom in the distance like lit up white peaks and Tsuyoshi takes to counting the windows with the lights still on, thinking about bringing up last night. His hand turns into a giant snowflake that threatens to melt when Nakai takes his hand and shoves it into his coat pocket. They stay like that with melted snow in their hair.
The Ums ★ Bathroom walls
“Good thing we’re magnets.”
“Hah?” Goro peeks up from his place in Kimura’s pants, giggling. The other man isn’t as amused and merely groans quietly, twining his hand in his band mate’s curls again. Goro stretches and kisses his bellybutton, having gradually grown accustomed to the outie.
First he says, “Opposites attract,” then he’s licking a pelvic bone.
He barely notices the toilet paper roll digging into his spine.
Bright Eyes ★ First day of my life
The purple sky spreads across his eyes and his heart wants to melt inside his ribs as he turns the ignition off. There’s a pair of dirty jeans in the trunk, but none of that matters because the door suddenly swings open and Shingo’s eyes are still bright.
Kimura knows the drive was worth it and sometimes he’s going to have to leave in the middle of the night before all the feelings eat him up. But he smiles to himself, thinking that maybe this time is different.
The younger man holds the door open with his shoulder, his eyelashes wet with tears that say I really think you like me.
SMAP ★ Original smile/Aoi inazuma (Phasio REMIX)
He emerges from the rain, soaked to the bone. Kimura’s trying to convince Shingo he isn’t green one second, and the next he’s gone completely still; eyes locked to lean thighs swathed in leather. Goro immediately nicknames the stranger Pleather Thighs. Kimura doesn’t care because Pleather Thighs is pulling his sunglasses off and soon reveals golden eyes lit up by the disco ball on the ceiling.
He corners the man during a JLo song where Tsuyoshi is doing the Macarena and gets a name, Masahiro, and a better idea of how soft the man’s lips might be from the way they pull into an o shape.
They’re in an alley sharing a smoke when Masahiro suggests going back in.
Kimura takes another pull, “Everything I want to see is right here.”
The Pillows ★ Hybrid rainbow
They dared one another to run away and drove Nakai’s car outback, past the town lights and the Honda’s fence in the dead of the night; thinking they’d get far if they were quiet. Things never go as planned though and an hour later Nakai was mumbling about being hungry and Kimura had a pretty good feeling that they had gone the wrong way. It took them another two hours before they made it back, giggling and shushing each other as they climbed back up Kimura’s porch—Nakai spent the night, which wasn’t unusual, and the next morning when Kimura woke up to find Nakai staring, the sun making a rainbow on his face, he realized it wasn’t running away that mattered but that he had been with him.
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oh dear god, i exceeded the limit commenting on drabbles o.O
Date: 2011-08-23 01:39 am (UTC)I've been thinking about Shintaku recently, and how even though these are two VERY HOT men we are talking about, the first thing that Shintaku makes me think is cute and not hot. I think I need more Shintaku in my life. so when I peaked at the tags before reading [because yes, I do that a lot] and saw them among the pairings, I GOT VERY HAPPY. alright, I am so rambling away here, it was supposed to be about the drabble and, alright, it is cute. it is really cute and squishable although with some edge. and I really like it, huh, I bet you didn't expect that, right.
Original smile/Aoi inazuma (Phasio REMIX)
PURE AMAZINGNESS, IS ALL. I am thinking now, why do we have so little AU fic? AU SMAP is totally delicious and YOUR AU SMAP is ABSOLUTELY MOTHERFUCKING MELTING ON MY TONGUE. ...i did mention it's late, right?
Hybrid rainbow
please takes this away from me, I'm gonna die from adorbs-freaking-cuteness-sugar overdose. which stands for, please don't ever take this away from me, I want to die from it. and for it. dying for 2top's sweet true love forever, my new life ambition. thank you. ♥
uh. I don't know how many times I've read those and then I counted them to make sure there's 10 of them because it so felt like NOT ENOUGH. because it's NEVER ENOUGH, YOUR WORDS. i'd really love to continue this essay of eternal flail, but i'm starting to fall asleep and my eyes hurt, so i can't but honestly, honestly. YOU'RE WAY TOO FUCKING GOOD, BB. <333x3
Re: oh dear god, i exceeded the limit commenting on drabbles o.O
Date: 2011-08-23 01:58 am (UTC)