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Title: Only Hair
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seinen_no
Rating: *pfft* NC17 of course
Pairing: DiexKaoru
Disclaimer: If I'd own either of them, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction but rather amuse myself with them x)
Summary: Er, how to summarize this oneshot? If you want to know what it means when Die does 'only hair' and what it does to Kaoru, then read.
Comment:
Okay, this might get a little longer. This fic is basing on some kind of insider joke. See, there is this German comedian who jokes about the fact that girls don't just 'shower' but that there are different variations to that. There's 'showering with hair' (which, for the guys is just showering), showering without hair and then 'only hair'.
Well, and when we were waiting in line for the Diru show in Amsterdam, we first saw Kaoru rush into the building. After some time, he hurried back to the bus. Well, 'hurrying' is too much, but he walked very determinendly.
Proof:
So we were joking about that Maja told him Die's inside, doing 'only hair' and he doesn't want to miss that spectacle… Okay, and this is the result.
Finally, I would like to thank my hunney,fonulyn for helping me posting this, for correcting my mistakes and just everything! *hugs*
Only Hair
Kaoru was sitting in the lobby of the hotel, a magazine in his hands. It was one of those you usually read when you're waiting for your turn at the doc or at the hairdresser; a girls' mag which had been lying on top of a heap on the small glass table before him.
It served its purpose though and distracted him from waiting until it would be time to leave for the interview they had to give before the show later that evening. Toshiya came along the corridor and passed him by, merely lifting his eyebrows in recognition of the bandleader who nodded faintly on his side as greeting. Without stopping, the bassist marched past him and vanished outside, probably to stretch his legs a bit and smoke a cigarette in peace before they all would have to meet again. During a long tour like this, it was only natural that every bandmember tried to enjoy the time without the others to the fullest.
Only a few moments later, Kyo appeared and sat down in a comfortable armchair opposite to Kaoru. This time, the lead-guitarist raised his gaze as he had expected somebody else. "Where is Die?" he asked simply. While searching for some reading material on the table, Kyo answered absent-mindedly. "Said something about having to shower and do his hair."
Suddenly, the small man had Kaoru's fullest attention. "Did he say he'd take a shower or that he does his hair?" he asked, his eyes fixed on his counterpart who was still skimming through the mags on the table to find something that would suit his mood. "Dunno really. I think he said something about doing 'only hair'. Whatever that means."
Finally, Kyo grew curious why the band-leader was so interested in the exact term, but when he looked up, the space where Kaoru had sat just a second ago was empty. The pages of the dropped magazine were still moving and he spotted the slim figure of the lead-guitarist rushing towards the elevators.
***
Although Kaoru had known what to expect, the sight presented in front of him made him gasp. Luckily, the sound was drowned out by the cheerful popsong that blurted out of the speakers of Die's iPod. There was nothing left to do for Kaoru but to lean against the doorframe and enjoy how his fellow guitarist and lover was doing 'only hair', completely oblivious towards the fact that he had a watcher who shamelessly roamed his gaze all over his naked backside.
If he had known that, he most possibly wouldn't have wriggled his butt to the rhythm of the music, humming along while foaming his hair. No, he would've kicked Kaoru out. The lead-guitarist wasn't allowed to witness this spectacle very often. More than once had he mocked the redhead, had succumbed a fit of laughter whenever the other man had mentioned he'd do 'only hair'. But despite all that, Kaoru couldn't deny that it turned him on majorly to watch his lover do it.
Who wouldn't be? Just imagine a hot guy like Die bending lowly over the bathtub's rim, utterly and completely naked; just like God had created him. That alone would have been enough to make the older guitarist's blood boil, to cause a few circuitries in his brains to fuse. But his lover bouncing his rear almost in a challenging manner along to the music topped everything.
Every milliliter of blood that kept his body working seemed to shoot to the lower part of his body, gathering in his groin. Only distantly, Kaoru noticed that he looked at his watch to see how much time they still had before leaving for the interview. It didn't matter anymore anyways as it only took mere seconds before his brains shut off and the need between his legs did the thinking for him.
Die still hadn't noticed the secret watcher, the music and the foam in his ears preventing that. The next song again was some popsong and inwardly, Kaoru grinned. Die was such a girl at times; especially when he was doing 'only hair'. Of course he would never tell the other man since Die was still taller and stronger and would have certainly fallen for proving his manliness by kicking his ass; or then he would prove his girliness by putting him on celibacy for at least a week.
That was something only Die could do. He would stubbornly deny him any kind of fun only to prove he had the stronger will, that HE wasn't a sex-maniac like his lover. He honestly thought Kaoru wouldn't notice that, at times like that, the redhead needed considerably longer in the bathroom in the mornings and suddenly became very modest, locking the door. Yeah, he really thought Kaoru had no clue what was happening behind those doors then.
Right now he was only fair game for the older guitarist though, who already opened his jeans and silently stepped out of them, sliding off his boxers too in the movement, to ease the pressure on his arousal.
As if he knew his lover was present; knew that the other man wouldn't be tall enough to reach where he should reach, Die spread his legs far, still bouncing along to the music while he blindly reached for the shower head to rinse his hair.
It was more invitation than needed and Kaoru closed the distance between them until he was standing right behind the other man who seemingly still hadn't noticed him. Suddenly, he grabbed Die's hips tightly, feeling him flinch at the unexpected touch. Yet, the younger man relaxed again instantly, didn't even look up and only turned on the water-tap to get rid of the foam in his hair and ears.
His ignorance and passiveness only served to make Kaoru's heart beat faster, his blood boiling already from the heat that seemed to multiply by hundreds within his body. For a short moment, he even asked himself if Die might not be in the mood, if he would turn around any second and scold him for being such a perverted bastard. It wasn't much likely though and when Kaoru needily grinded his arousal against the taller man's rear, he heard a low groan spill from his lover's lips and Die even pushed backwards against the hardness.
Kaoru loved spontaneous encounters like these, loved the thrill of using any given moment; even if it meant to sacrifice his reputation for always being overly on time for appointments. How often had he and the redhead disappeared into the toilet together during the short break of a boring meeting, both being late when they had returned, but with moronic grins on their lips and a certain, deep sparkle in their eyes? Luckily, at least their bandmates knew about them, knew they were acting like dogs in heat mostly and even covered for them if necessary.
Die both loved and hated those spontaneous shags somewhere in a concealed corner, a dark room or even the backseat of a car. He did enjoy them, mostly when he was the one taking action, when he had the smaller man pinned down underneath him or bend over before him. He did complain though when it went the other way around, just because Kaoru tended to 'forget' this tiny tittle called lube.
Sometimes, he believed the older guitarist did it on purpose just because he enjoyed the resistance so much, enjoyed how it was hard to push into his body, how every small thrust brought incredible friction. Always when they were at it then, Die enjoyed himself just as much as his lover, even enjoyed the pain that was mixing with pleasure after a few moments already, made his head spin, his knees grow weak as he felt like becoming boneless. Afterwards though, he was ready to kill the smaller man, wanted to punish him, because every step he took caused a burning pain to shoot from his rear along the nerve-tracks of his spine.
Yet, he never held Kaoru back when he was going for it without, because secretly, he enjoyed to be pampered by his lover afterwards. Then, the older guitarist made a huge fuss about everything, practically reading his every wish from his eyes. And Die wasn't modest, made sure to whine enough and scold the other man for being so rough on him, for causing him pain. It was like a game both men had agreed to play.
This time though, the redhead felt sticky coldness spread on his lower regions, felt bold fingers brush across his entrance, making him shiver in anticipation already. So Kaoru was prepared at least for once. Indeed the older guitarist had grabbed the small tube of lubricant from his bag before entering the bathroom. After all, Die and he had to attend an interview AND play a show later that evening. He knew though that his lover would complain anyways, just for the fun of it and to gain a bit extra attention and tender loving care from him.
Although Die was done rinsing his hair and had put the shower head already back in its place, he still didn't make a move to straighten, only stretched his upper body and based his palms on the cool tiled wall. Admiringly, the older guitarist ran his hands down the smooth skin, followed the trace of his lover's spine with his fingertips, before he again placed one hand on the other man's hip.
Even if he would have wanted to, Kaoru simply couldn't resist the other man, couldn't deny that having Die in front of him like that with willingly parted legs, his whole body tense in anticipation, turned him on to no end. Steadying his arousal with one hand, he pushed past the tight ring of muscles that was cramping in the attempt to prevent the intrusion without knowing that it made it all the more desirable.
Soon, low sighs and moans, a few desperate gasps, were mixing with the music that still filled the room. Kaoru found himself picking up a rhythm that was as bouncy and almost cheerie as the music. It didn't mean that it was less pleasurable though, quite the contrary, and soon both men were panting harshly, teetering on the edge of release.
Despite the fact that they needed to hurry, the thought that they would have to get cleaned up and get dressed again for the upcoming interview still in the back of his head, Kaoru didn't want to let go of the moment.
Teasingly, he slowed down a bit and eased his thrusts until a definitely annoyed growl from his lover told him he should finish rather sooner than later.
Die had detached one hand from the wall and had sneaked it between his legs, his breath becoming ragged, yelps and deep moans showing how close he was and how much he really enjoyed this.
Only a few seconds later, everything was over. Kaoru slowed his thrusts and held his eyes tightly closed as the orgasm washed through his consciousness. Knowing that his lover was going through the very same sensations just at that moment even boosted his bliss and his arms found their way around Die's waist, hugging him tight.
There was this usual feeling of melancholy, the feeling where he wished it could always be like this; that they could always remain this close. It was a trick of his mind of course and once the older guitarist's brains began to work again, the feeling was gone.
Die was chuckling a bit, but when he turned around tried to look admonishing. "You do know that now I will have to shower too?"
Kaoru laughed, pecked his lips and answered. "You should learn to do your hair AND shower at the same time." After a few seconds of thinking, he shook his head though. "Nah, better you just tell me when you're doing 'only hair' and I'll be there tohelp."
The redhead smirked impishly. "I think my messenger did his job well…"
* * * * *
And as a little special,oemmelchen drew a little sketch of this. So if you're not easily offended, take a look x)
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Author:
seinen_noRating: *pfft* NC17 of course
Pairing: DiexKaoru
Disclaimer: If I'd own either of them, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction but rather amuse myself with them x)
Summary: Er, how to summarize this oneshot? If you want to know what it means when Die does 'only hair' and what it does to Kaoru, then read.
Comment:
Okay, this might get a little longer. This fic is basing on some kind of insider joke. See, there is this German comedian who jokes about the fact that girls don't just 'shower' but that there are different variations to that. There's 'showering with hair' (which, for the guys is just showering), showering without hair and then 'only hair'.
Well, and when we were waiting in line for the Diru show in Amsterdam, we first saw Kaoru rush into the building. After some time, he hurried back to the bus. Well, 'hurrying' is too much, but he walked very determinendly.
Proof:
So we were joking about that Maja told him Die's inside, doing 'only hair' and he doesn't want to miss that spectacle… Okay, and this is the result.
Finally, I would like to thank my hunney,
fonulyn for helping me posting this, for correcting my mistakes and just everything! *hugs*Kaoru was sitting in the lobby of the hotel, a magazine in his hands. It was one of those you usually read when you're waiting for your turn at the doc or at the hairdresser; a girls' mag which had been lying on top of a heap on the small glass table before him.
It served its purpose though and distracted him from waiting until it would be time to leave for the interview they had to give before the show later that evening. Toshiya came along the corridor and passed him by, merely lifting his eyebrows in recognition of the bandleader who nodded faintly on his side as greeting. Without stopping, the bassist marched past him and vanished outside, probably to stretch his legs a bit and smoke a cigarette in peace before they all would have to meet again. During a long tour like this, it was only natural that every bandmember tried to enjoy the time without the others to the fullest.
Only a few moments later, Kyo appeared and sat down in a comfortable armchair opposite to Kaoru. This time, the lead-guitarist raised his gaze as he had expected somebody else. "Where is Die?" he asked simply. While searching for some reading material on the table, Kyo answered absent-mindedly. "Said something about having to shower and do his hair."
Suddenly, the small man had Kaoru's fullest attention. "Did he say he'd take a shower or that he does his hair?" he asked, his eyes fixed on his counterpart who was still skimming through the mags on the table to find something that would suit his mood. "Dunno really. I think he said something about doing 'only hair'. Whatever that means."
Finally, Kyo grew curious why the band-leader was so interested in the exact term, but when he looked up, the space where Kaoru had sat just a second ago was empty. The pages of the dropped magazine were still moving and he spotted the slim figure of the lead-guitarist rushing towards the elevators.
***
Although Kaoru had known what to expect, the sight presented in front of him made him gasp. Luckily, the sound was drowned out by the cheerful popsong that blurted out of the speakers of Die's iPod. There was nothing left to do for Kaoru but to lean against the doorframe and enjoy how his fellow guitarist and lover was doing 'only hair', completely oblivious towards the fact that he had a watcher who shamelessly roamed his gaze all over his naked backside.
If he had known that, he most possibly wouldn't have wriggled his butt to the rhythm of the music, humming along while foaming his hair. No, he would've kicked Kaoru out. The lead-guitarist wasn't allowed to witness this spectacle very often. More than once had he mocked the redhead, had succumbed a fit of laughter whenever the other man had mentioned he'd do 'only hair'. But despite all that, Kaoru couldn't deny that it turned him on majorly to watch his lover do it.
Who wouldn't be? Just imagine a hot guy like Die bending lowly over the bathtub's rim, utterly and completely naked; just like God had created him. That alone would have been enough to make the older guitarist's blood boil, to cause a few circuitries in his brains to fuse. But his lover bouncing his rear almost in a challenging manner along to the music topped everything.
Every milliliter of blood that kept his body working seemed to shoot to the lower part of his body, gathering in his groin. Only distantly, Kaoru noticed that he looked at his watch to see how much time they still had before leaving for the interview. It didn't matter anymore anyways as it only took mere seconds before his brains shut off and the need between his legs did the thinking for him.
Die still hadn't noticed the secret watcher, the music and the foam in his ears preventing that. The next song again was some popsong and inwardly, Kaoru grinned. Die was such a girl at times; especially when he was doing 'only hair'. Of course he would never tell the other man since Die was still taller and stronger and would have certainly fallen for proving his manliness by kicking his ass; or then he would prove his girliness by putting him on celibacy for at least a week.
That was something only Die could do. He would stubbornly deny him any kind of fun only to prove he had the stronger will, that HE wasn't a sex-maniac like his lover. He honestly thought Kaoru wouldn't notice that, at times like that, the redhead needed considerably longer in the bathroom in the mornings and suddenly became very modest, locking the door. Yeah, he really thought Kaoru had no clue what was happening behind those doors then.
Right now he was only fair game for the older guitarist though, who already opened his jeans and silently stepped out of them, sliding off his boxers too in the movement, to ease the pressure on his arousal.
As if he knew his lover was present; knew that the other man wouldn't be tall enough to reach where he should reach, Die spread his legs far, still bouncing along to the music while he blindly reached for the shower head to rinse his hair.
It was more invitation than needed and Kaoru closed the distance between them until he was standing right behind the other man who seemingly still hadn't noticed him. Suddenly, he grabbed Die's hips tightly, feeling him flinch at the unexpected touch. Yet, the younger man relaxed again instantly, didn't even look up and only turned on the water-tap to get rid of the foam in his hair and ears.
His ignorance and passiveness only served to make Kaoru's heart beat faster, his blood boiling already from the heat that seemed to multiply by hundreds within his body. For a short moment, he even asked himself if Die might not be in the mood, if he would turn around any second and scold him for being such a perverted bastard. It wasn't much likely though and when Kaoru needily grinded his arousal against the taller man's rear, he heard a low groan spill from his lover's lips and Die even pushed backwards against the hardness.
Kaoru loved spontaneous encounters like these, loved the thrill of using any given moment; even if it meant to sacrifice his reputation for always being overly on time for appointments. How often had he and the redhead disappeared into the toilet together during the short break of a boring meeting, both being late when they had returned, but with moronic grins on their lips and a certain, deep sparkle in their eyes? Luckily, at least their bandmates knew about them, knew they were acting like dogs in heat mostly and even covered for them if necessary.
Die both loved and hated those spontaneous shags somewhere in a concealed corner, a dark room or even the backseat of a car. He did enjoy them, mostly when he was the one taking action, when he had the smaller man pinned down underneath him or bend over before him. He did complain though when it went the other way around, just because Kaoru tended to 'forget' this tiny tittle called lube.
Sometimes, he believed the older guitarist did it on purpose just because he enjoyed the resistance so much, enjoyed how it was hard to push into his body, how every small thrust brought incredible friction. Always when they were at it then, Die enjoyed himself just as much as his lover, even enjoyed the pain that was mixing with pleasure after a few moments already, made his head spin, his knees grow weak as he felt like becoming boneless. Afterwards though, he was ready to kill the smaller man, wanted to punish him, because every step he took caused a burning pain to shoot from his rear along the nerve-tracks of his spine.
Yet, he never held Kaoru back when he was going for it without, because secretly, he enjoyed to be pampered by his lover afterwards. Then, the older guitarist made a huge fuss about everything, practically reading his every wish from his eyes. And Die wasn't modest, made sure to whine enough and scold the other man for being so rough on him, for causing him pain. It was like a game both men had agreed to play.
This time though, the redhead felt sticky coldness spread on his lower regions, felt bold fingers brush across his entrance, making him shiver in anticipation already. So Kaoru was prepared at least for once. Indeed the older guitarist had grabbed the small tube of lubricant from his bag before entering the bathroom. After all, Die and he had to attend an interview AND play a show later that evening. He knew though that his lover would complain anyways, just for the fun of it and to gain a bit extra attention and tender loving care from him.
Although Die was done rinsing his hair and had put the shower head already back in its place, he still didn't make a move to straighten, only stretched his upper body and based his palms on the cool tiled wall. Admiringly, the older guitarist ran his hands down the smooth skin, followed the trace of his lover's spine with his fingertips, before he again placed one hand on the other man's hip.
Even if he would have wanted to, Kaoru simply couldn't resist the other man, couldn't deny that having Die in front of him like that with willingly parted legs, his whole body tense in anticipation, turned him on to no end. Steadying his arousal with one hand, he pushed past the tight ring of muscles that was cramping in the attempt to prevent the intrusion without knowing that it made it all the more desirable.
Soon, low sighs and moans, a few desperate gasps, were mixing with the music that still filled the room. Kaoru found himself picking up a rhythm that was as bouncy and almost cheerie as the music. It didn't mean that it was less pleasurable though, quite the contrary, and soon both men were panting harshly, teetering on the edge of release.
Despite the fact that they needed to hurry, the thought that they would have to get cleaned up and get dressed again for the upcoming interview still in the back of his head, Kaoru didn't want to let go of the moment.
Teasingly, he slowed down a bit and eased his thrusts until a definitely annoyed growl from his lover told him he should finish rather sooner than later.
Die had detached one hand from the wall and had sneaked it between his legs, his breath becoming ragged, yelps and deep moans showing how close he was and how much he really enjoyed this.
Only a few seconds later, everything was over. Kaoru slowed his thrusts and held his eyes tightly closed as the orgasm washed through his consciousness. Knowing that his lover was going through the very same sensations just at that moment even boosted his bliss and his arms found their way around Die's waist, hugging him tight.
There was this usual feeling of melancholy, the feeling where he wished it could always be like this; that they could always remain this close. It was a trick of his mind of course and once the older guitarist's brains began to work again, the feeling was gone.
Die was chuckling a bit, but when he turned around tried to look admonishing. "You do know that now I will have to shower too?"
Kaoru laughed, pecked his lips and answered. "You should learn to do your hair AND shower at the same time." After a few seconds of thinking, he shook his head though. "Nah, better you just tell me when you're doing 'only hair' and I'll be there tohelp."
The redhead smirked impishly. "I think my messenger did his job well…"
And as a little special,
oemmelchen drew a little sketch of this. So if you're not easily offended, take a look x)
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
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That 'only hair', I've never heard it before, but you made it all clear to me! ;D
She has to draw more DiexKaoru, she's awesome XD (it made it only more funnier than it already was)
(I still have to laugh about your icon, can't help it XD It would also fit with: Die, only hair?? I gotta go~ XD)
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Haha, well, I know some girls who do this 'only hair' thing, but usually not completely naked though x)
She drew some Diru comics which must be floating aroundon jrock humor *ponders* But yeah, she's really awesome and I'm glad she draws some DiexKao for me every once in a while because she usually dislikes the pairing^^