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Title: The Boy Next Door
Chapter: Standalone
Author: Boots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drama, smut, romance, AU
Content Notes: Male/male sex, voyeurism, masturbation, language
Pairing: Kai X Uruha
Disclaimer: Boys belong to PS Company, I own the story only.
Summary: Kai is a culinary student who has just moved into a dumpy apartment building – although there is nothing at all dumpy about Uruha, the beautiful model who lives next door. And there just happens to be a conveniently placed keyhole in his apartment allowing Kai to watch him . . .
Comments: Written for the uruai Summer Fic Challenge. My prompt was as follows: “Your story will be an AU where we have all the other Gazette boys living each in their tiny place of this social living unit. You get to choose who lives where and how can this influence your story plot. You get to choose the relations between all of them and their jobs/status. You get to choose how Kai meets Uruha. Or are they already together?” and this picture: http://s752.photobucket.com/albums/xx165/catsuu/The%20Gazette/KU%20summer%20writing%20challenge/?action=view¤t=tumblr_m62psyjF8z1r8b526o1_500.jpg

Kai moved in on the 2nd of April, when the ground outside the rather dumpy looking little housing unit was littered with sakura petals. It at least made the place look a bit less like, well, a prison, what with those industrial-looking doors and slats on the windows.

“You’re lucky,” said the landlord – his name was Aoi, Kai remembered – as he unlocked the door. “You’re getting one of the good units.”

“What do you mean, good?” Kai said, peering in. It was . . . small. Well, he’d be able to move around in here – almost. He could fit a futon in there, and a desk, and a TV, and. . . well, not much else. At least there was a small kitchen – that was vital.

“Used to be part of a bigger apartment, back before this place was renovated,” Aoi said. “The unit next door used to be the other half.” He handed the keys to Kai. “So, what brought you to this place, anyway?” As in, what’s a nice guy like you doing in a neighborhood like this?

“Culinary school,” Kai said. “I’ve got a few months to go. My old housing unit, well . . .” He rubbed the back of his neck. “It kind of had a fire.”

“A fire?” Aoi looked a bit too amused. “You didn’t start it, did you?”

“Not me,” he said. “One of the other cooking students. He was trying to use a propane grill in his room – he had one of the units without its own kitchen – and it didn’t end well.” He looked over at the small fridge, dinky stove/oven and little scrap of counter. “Which is one reason I wanted to make sure my new place had a . . .”

His eyes were drawn across the room, to what looked like a floor-to-ceiling box jammed into the corner, jutting out and painted the same color as the walls around it – almost.

“What’s that?” he said.

“That?” Aoi said. “Oh, that’s the closet. We kind of had to build outward to put it in – like I said, we split an apartment in two to make this unit. This was the living room and kitchen, that was the bedroom, and there was a door in between. We built the closet over the door.”

Kai frowned. It seemed like a slipshod way to do things, kind of like a kid playing with Legos. Slap it all together, if it fit, good. Who cared if it looked like crap? Whatever, it was still somewhere to live.

“If you need anything, I’m right downstairs,” Aoi said. “Just give me a yell. Well, not really. Don’t want the neighbors thinking anything’s wrong.” He gave Kai a wave and left.

Kai looked around with a sigh, eyes alighting on the odd, jerry-built closet. He was just here long enough to finish his certification, right? Then he could go to one of the big hotels in Tokyo, or Osaka, or a resort in Okinawa, and live in a real apartment. With a real closet.

There was a better life waiting for him. He knew it.

* * *

By the end of the first day, he’d met a couple of his neighbors. Ruki had the apartment two doors down from him - he was an artist who was working on his masterpieces by night, slaving away in a graphics shop during the day.

Reita, who lived next to Aoi, worked in a motorcycle customization shop, and dreamed of creating custom bikes for movie production companies. He proudly showed Kai a sketchbook of bikes that looked like Batman and James Bond had a mechanical baby by way of an ‘80s punk rock band.

Everybody here was looking for a better life than this place offered. They might as well call this complex the Boulevard of Broken Dreams. Well, not quite broken . . . just kind of spinning around in circles.

There was no sign of his immediate neighbor yet, the one in the apartment right next to his. “Oh, him,” Ruki said. “He’s a model. He comes in at all kinds of weird hours. We barely see him.”

“Really?” Kai said, tilting his head in curiosity. “If he’s a model, what’s he doing in a place like this?”

“He’s still waiting for his big break, apparently,” Ruki said. “That business is all about who you’re willing to fuck. Guess he didn’t meet up with the right person yet.”

“I guess I’ll see him eventually,” Kai said. If they were neighbors, it was inevitable, right?

* * *

He caught sight of the silly closet’s very special feature for the first time that night when he was unpacking a box of shoes, lining them up on the floor like soldiers at attention. He caught a glimpse of light above him, like someone shining a tiny flashlight.

Well, that was strange. He didn’t think the closet had a light in it. Though given how nonsensical the whole thing was, he wouldn’t be surprised to see a traditional lantern embedded in the wall.

Pulling himself up until he was sitting on his knees, he could see another door in front of him. Unlike the ugly steel door that led outside, and the nondescript one on the front of this closet, this one seemed . . . elegant. Western in style, made of dark wood, with a real brass doorknob – and a keyhole. A true keyhole, which went straight through, offering a view of what was on the other side.

Curious, he leaned over so he could glimpse what was in the next apartment. Keyhole-peeping. He felt, for a moment, like your stereotypical dirty old man.

He saw a rather simply furnished apartment. A couch which had the controller for a video game console sitting on it., a table with a kotatsu underneath. . .

And a front door which was opening so that the most stunning creature Kai had ever seen in his life could enter the room. He was letting out a long breath, running his hand along blond hair, pulling off his jacket to hang it in an actual closet, unlike the box Kai was kneeling in.

Oh, and by the way, Kai was not breathing at the moment. Because it was impossible to function normally while watching his-neighbor-the-model glide across the room as gracefully as a figure skater crossing the ice – until he caught his foot on the corner of the couch and fell to the cushions like a ton of bricks. Kai stifled a laugh behind his hand.

It was charming, really. It was a reminder that this creature was human, not an ancient god fallen to earth.

After a bit of grumbling and cursing, the model sat up, pulled out his phone, and began checking messages.

And Kai watched him, as rapt as if he were witnessing the most thrilling drama in the world. He couldn't look away if his life depended on it. The whole building could be falling down around his ears, he wouldn’t budge.

The model put his phone on the table and stretched, causing his T-shirt to mold itself even more to his torso. Oh, yes, he made the T-shirt and jeans he was wearing look as glamorous as the highest of high fashion. Hell, you could drape him in a burlap bag and it would look like an elaborately embroidered kimono. The beauty reached for his remote, clicked the buttons, yawned again.

And then, it occurred to Kai precisely what he was doing. He was spying on his beautiful neighbor through the keyhole. It was something out of a bad comedy movie. Some random person was going to come walking in here and hit him in the face with a pie next.

He blinked and stood up. This was ridiculous. He was going to get out of here, now, and close the door, and go back to unpacking, and hope he didn’t fall over his own furniture in this tiny space.

But he found himself glancing over his shoulder, and leaning over, trying to get one last glimpse. An addiction had been born.

* * *

It became a post-class ritual for him. He’d do his homework, cooking in the barely-a-kitchen, experimenting here and there, eating the results for dinner. He’d strain his ears, listening for any sounds from the apartment next door.

If there was nothing, he’d go on the Internet or play a game, getting up every couple of minutes to press his ear to the wall. When he heard movement, he’d open the closet door, crawling inside, peeking through the little hole.

He learned more about the beauty than a detective knew about his suspects. His name was Uruha. He favored first-person shooters and red wine. He’d rather watch anime than game shows. He painted his own nails black when a shoot called for it – Kai figured he got a lot of work for Gothic aristocrat and visual kei clothing lines.

He just knelt there in the closet, an acolyte beholding his god, an addict getting his nightly fix. He wasn’t questioning it anymore, or feeling guilty, or expecting to be hit with a pie.

As long as he could look at him, someone could hit him in the face with a brick, and it would be just fine.

* * *

“You could always talk to him, you know.”

Kai and Ruki were in Ruki’s apartment, sitting at his table, drinking tea. Around them were Ruki’s masterworks, pieces of surreal art featuring things like staircases to nowhere, pyramids with eyes, an electric chair in the corner of a desolate room. It was a bit like being in the middle of a horror film – without the dripping blood.

“I know, but . . . I haven’t had a reason to,” Kai said, lifting his cup and staring into it. His own face stared back at him, wobbling and distorting in the liquid. Welcome to the funhouse.

“Well, make up a reason!” Ruki pointed at Kai with his lit cigarette, making it look like a tiny lightsaber. “You’re a chef, ask him if you could borrow a cup of something.”

“Doesn’t that look really obvious?” Kai said. “I mean, I don’t want him to . . .”

“Don’t want him to know you like him?” Ruki said. “Well, that’s kind of fucking stupid, isn’t it? How are you going to get anywhere otherwise?”

“I’ll figure it out somehow,” Kai said. He took a long sip. The tea was sweet and warming and comforting, and it wasn’t helping him all in this situation, was it? Offering tea like this to Uruha would do no good, he wasn’t much of a tea-drinker. Good Lord, he could almost write a biography of him at this point. All About Uruha, by the Hentai Keyhole-Peeper.

Ruki shook his head. “Don’t come crying to me if it’s six months from now and you still haven’t gotten to know him.”

He wanted to say he probably knew him better than his own mother, but he didn’t. He’d left out the little keyhole detail when he told Ruki he liked Uruha.

* * *

Kai finally met Uruha face to face on the 15th of May. It was a fortunate coincidence, as he was coming in from school late, and Uruha was coming home from work early. Kai opened the front door to see the most glorious ass he’d ever beheld in his life pointed right at him, like the most lethal of weapons – and, oh, what a way to go.

“Oh, hi,” the glorious ass said, and for a moment, Kai thought he was witnessing a miracle – a talking body part. Well, if Uruha’s ass could talk, it would probably spout world-class poetry. Of course, the moment came to an end when he saw an equally beautiful face peeking around the gorgeous ass, and he realized Uruha was bent over, taking off his shoes, and just happened to notice him.

“Um, hi,” Kai said, rubbing the side of his head. Articulate, wasn’t he? “You’re . . . my neighbor, I think? Unit 2-B?”

“Oh, yes,” Uruha said, putting the shoes in their appropriate cubbyhole and turning around, the gorgeous ass disappearing, the front of him definitely making up for it. “I’m Uruha.” He bowed, politely. “You’re new here, aren’t you?”

“Sort of,” Kai said, “I’ve been here about a month and a half.”

“Really?” Uruha said. “So you’re responsible for the nice smells in the hall now?”

“Well, I’m a culinary student.” And he wasn’t turning red, was he? Crap, he was. “I have to work on my homework . . .”

“A culinary student?” Uruha looked genuinely impressed. “That’s amazing. I’ve never known anyone who did that before! What’s your homework like?”

“You could come over some night and try it.” Wow, where did that come from? The words had barely formed in Kai’s mind before the fell out of his mouth. Was he now a ventriloquist dummy, and Ruki was hiding somewhere, making him talk?

“I’d love that,” Uruha said. “Just let me know when.”

Kai wanted to say he usually did his cooking before Uruha got home, but he held his tongue that time. Things were going well, thank you, no need to stop them in their tracks. Instead, he said, “I’ll do that.”

“Great,” Uruha said, giving him a smile. “I’ll take you up on . . .” He pulled out his phone. “Whoops, almost forgot. I have to give you my number, right?”

And there went Kai’s heart, flipping back and forth like a gymnast. Hopefully, it wouldn’t flip all the way out and splatter all over Uruha. It would be a hell of a way to end their first meeting.

“Um, sure,” Kai said, pulling out his own phone. “And I can give mine to you, too.” Phone number exchange. Holy hell, it was the first step. What was next? Key exchange? Body fluids exchange?

He watched Uruha punch the numbers into the device, suddenly feeling light and happy. If Ruki could see him now . . .

* * *

“So, you finally met him.”

Well, damn. Ruki did see him. He was going past the two at the time, Kai didn’t even notice.

“He wants to come to my place for dinner,” Kai said.

“That’s progress,” Ruki said. “Make sure you put clean sheets on your bed.”

Kai spluttered. “Ruki!”

“It’s what you want, isn’t it?” Ruki said.

Kai didn’t know how to reply. Uruha was about more than sex, so much more . . . good Lord, was he falling in love? He hadn’t thought about it before. Infatuation, yes. Love? Did you peep at someone through a keyhole when you were in love with them?

* * *

Uruha ended up having dinner at Kai’s for the first time on May 17. He’d happened to text Kai, asking if he could take him up on his offer, and Kai wouldn’t have refused him if the Prime Minister was scheduled to eat there.

He listened as Uruha complained about the photographer he’d worked with that day, who seemed to think models were made of rubber. “I had to tell him that I didn’t bend that way,” he said. “Well, I’m flexible, but not that flexible.”

Kai smiled. “Are all photographers like that?” he said.

“No,” Uruha said. “Well, you’ve got several kinds. You get the slave drivers, and the so-called artists who make you do a pose 20 different ways. And then you get the grabbers – the ones who want to pose you, but they’re really groping you.”

Kai frowned. “It sounds . . . brutal.”

Uruha shook his head. “No. It’s worth it, it really is.”

“Really?” Kai said. “Why?”

“Because I like looking pretty,” Uruha said. “I like having people look at me, at my pictures, and think they’re seeing something beautiful. It’s like being a living work of art.”

Oh, yes, “living work of art” was Uruha to a T. “I’d like to see your pictures,” he said.

“My portfolio’s online,” Uruha said. “I’ll show you after dinner. But meanwhile . . . what about you? Why did you decide you wanted to be a chef?”

“I don’t think it was a decision,” Kai said. “It was something that was always in me, you know? From the time I was a little kid, I’d go into my mom’s kitchen and put combinations of things into pots, to see what they tasted like. I knew I was going to be a chef like I know my own name. Plus . . . there’s nothing in the world like looking at a pile of raw ingredients, a bunch of vegetables and spices, and seeing the possibilities in them.”

He looked up at Uruha and smiled, shyly. “You want to be a living work of art, and I want to create edible art.”

Their eyes met for a moment, and connected. And something passed between them, a current, a tiny bit of understanding.

Uruha held up his glass. “To art,” he said.

“To art,” Kai said, clinking his own glass against it.

He stayed for a little while after the meal that night, going over his portfolio with Kai, asking for a couple of recipes, and then he was gone. Back to his own side of the keyhole.

* * *

Kai didn’t hear from him for a couple of nights after that, and before he knew it, he was in his old, familiar position, on his knees in the closet.

He was coming in later than usual. Late-running shoots? Drinking with other models? Maybe he was seeing someone? The thought of that last one made his stomach sink. Why was he thinking that way? They’d only had one dinner together, it wasn’t like they were committed.

He watched Uruha come in, yawning, and flop down on the couch, moving the remote and game controller out of the way first. He closed his eyes, resting his hands on his stomach . . .

And then, he saw one hand slide upward, under Uruha’s T-shirt, and the other downward, over his pants, sliding the fingers over the crotch. A pause, and the fingers on top moved up further, pausing at a nipple, while the ones on the bottom unsnapped and unzipped his jeans.

Kai felt his whole body suddenly turn to liquid. Oh, my God, was Uruha . . . was he actually watching . . .

Uruha wriggled out of his pants just long enough to free his hardening cock, and he wrapped his fingers around it, starting to stroke, slowly, letting out a soft moan. His eyes were closed, his beautiful face bearing a look of concentrated desire, and Kai felt himself hardening faster than he ever had in his life.

“Ohh, yes,” Uruha moaned to his fantasy lover as his hand sped up, and Kai watched how the fingers moved, where they lingered, how Uruha liked to be touched. He was sensitive right under the head of his cock, it seemed, because every time he stroked there, he let out a moan that made Kai tremble down to the marrow of his bones.

Before Kai knew it, he was unfastening his own pants, wrapping his hand around his own hardness, and stroking quickly, trying to catch up to the man on the other side of the keyhole, stifling his own moans as best he could. Not that Uruha would notice, he was completely into what he was doing, writhing on the couch now, the fingers on his nipple moving faster . . .

Uruha, oh, Uruha, Kai thought, his big hand moving rapidly on hard flesh, imagining it wrapped around the model’s cock instead, Uruha’s hand on him, the two of them gazing into each other’s eyes as they stroked and pleasured and teased, trying to drive one another into blinding white ecstasy.

Uruha’s hips were starting to buck, and his breathing got louder and harder, and his head tossed to and fro, the beautiful blond hair widely mussed now. “Ah, ah, ah . . .” he gasped. “I’m going to . .. going to . . .”

Kai’s fingers were rubbing back and forth over the head of his hardness, pushing himself that last little bit, breathing hard as quietly as he could, struggling to stifle groans, but it was worth it, so worth it . . .

Uruha arched off the couch, gracefully, and let out a cry, his come pouring over his fingers, and the sight of it made Kai thrust into his hand one last time, covering his mouth as he moaned in ecstatic release, his own essence dripping down his fingers and onto the closet floor.

There was a long moment where both men just paused, panting, Uruha’s hand still on his now-softening cock, and Kai longed to capture it, to kiss it, to lick it clean.

Finally, Uruha stood up with a deep sigh, and walked out of Kai’s range of sight, hitching up his pants with the hand that had been on his cock. There was the sound of running water as he rinsed himself off.

Kai fell down on the closet floor, one hand over his forehead, his eyes closed. Oh, my God, did he just do that? Did he just watch Uruha jerk off, and jerk off himself? Oh, yes, he did. Great. His transformation into a keyhole-peeping pervert was complete.

So why did this solo orgasm feel more satisfying than any he’d ever had with a partner in his life?

* * *

Uruha came for dinner a few more times over the next several weeks, when his schedule allowed. They were pleasant affairs, filled with conversation about their everyday lives, classmates who liked to hog the burners and photographers who were blind to the fact that shooting on the beach on a windy day meant getting blasted with stinging sand.

They talked about their neighbors, too. It seemed that Aoi and Reita were both old friends of Uruha’s. “If it wasn’t for them, I think I would have moved out of this place a long time ago. Nobody likes this building, particularly – not even Aoi.”

“So why does he hold onto it?” Kai said.

“He inherited it from his grandmother,” Uruha said. “He said he’s only going to keep running it until his acting career takes off.”

“I didn’t know he was that serious about it,” Kai replied, watching Uruha pick up a stickfull of noodles and meat and bring it to his lips. Even the way he ate was graceful and beautiful, and he knew damn well you couldn’t say that about many people.

“Oh, yes,” Uruha said. “I’ve run into him going to auditions while I’ve been going to shoots. He might be up for a part in a film – small, independent movie, but it’s something.”

So Aoi really did want to be a professional actor. Kai knew he acted in local theater, but he thought that was just a hobby. Strange, how everyone in this building – or at least this part of it – seemed to consider themselves an artist of some sort. Kai, crafting dishes out of collections of seemingly random ingredients; Ruki, with his nightmarish dreamscapes; Reita, building custom bikes that were Hollywood-worthy; Aoi, looking to turn this building over to someone else and get before the cameras himself . . .

And Uruha, the living work of art. On all levels.

At another dinner, Uruha started suggesting wine pairings for all Kai’s dishes, and Kai teased him that he should be a sommelier.

“I’ve thought about it,” he said. “It would be fun, but I’d miss the cameras too much.” He gave Kai a big smile. “We’d make a great team, though!”

And at those words, Kai’s heart melted like butter. He knew Uruha was talking strictly about food and wine, of course. But part of him wanted to believe there was more behind it.

* * *

Uruha continued to come in at different hours, staying out later more often, sometimes coming in swaying a bit on his feet, like he was straight from the bar.

And again, Kai wondered if there was someone else, and that’s who he was thinking of when he put on that lovely show of self-pleasure. But if that were the case . . . why did he never stay out all night? Of course, there was the possibility that his lover was married, or had other obligations . . .

Uruha put on the same lovely show one other time, lying on the couch, touching himself in Kai’s full view, and again, Kai matched him stroke for stroke, the two men coming one right after the other. And afterward, once again, he felt more satisfied than he’d ever been with the touch of another person.

He buried himself in his coursework the rest of the time. The end of classes was fat approaching. He’d have his certification then, be out in the real world. And he’d said that when that happened, he’d leave this place, right?

Well, maybe he’d stay here. Just a little longer. He was settled in, wasn’t he? No rush to uproot himself and move, not when he had a stable roof over his head . . .

Who was he kidding? This wasn’t about the roof. This was about the keyhole.

* * *

A few days before Kai’s graduation, Uruha came in earlier than usual. Kai rushed over to the closet when he heard the faint sounds – thank God he wasn’t doing coursework tonight. He’d already completed his final projects for certification.

Only this time, the model didn’t enter alone. He had someone with him. Kai tensed – was he finally going to see the lover? No, wait, it was just Reita.

“I don’t know,” Uruha said to his friend. “There’s just something about him that’s just . . .” He wandered out of Kai’s sight range, and he heard a bottle being opened, wineglasses clinking onto the counter.

“Just what?” Reita plunked onto the couch, and to Kai, it felt like a violation of sacred space. This was where Uruha checked his messages and played his games and drank his wine and pleasured himself so beautifully . . .

“He’s not like other guys I’ve known.” The sound of wine pouring into glasses and Kai’s heart sinking into his lower bowels. He was right. There was somebody.

“You’re not one to have difficulty with guys,” Reita said, idly pulling out his phone to check messages.

“It’s not really difficulty.” Uruha brought the glasses over, putting one in front of Reita and sitting next to his friend, swirling the liquid around. “It’s that I don’t know how to approach it. He’s not the kind of guy you drag into bed just like that. Everything about him just seems so . . . pure.”

So that confirmed why there were no overnight dates, and the late nights in bars. He was probably romancing this guy after work, but hadn’t made the next step yet.

“Pure?” Reita laughed. “Are you kidding me?”

“I’m serious,” Uruha said. “Everything about him seems, well, angelic. Except he’s sexy as hell, and that’s what’s driving me nuts.”

“Well, then, just tell him you want to fuck him. The worst that can happen is he runs away.” Reita took a long swallow of the wine. “Whoa, where did you get this?”

“That little liquor store by the subway stop,” Uruha said. “The owner knows me by now.”

“You pick the best stuff, you know that?” Reita took another drink.

“He said I should be a sommelier,” Uruha said, quietly, looking into his glass.

“The wine shop owner?” Reita paused. “Oh. HIM.”

“Who we were just talking about, remember?” Uruha said.

Kai blinked. Was Uruha talking about . . . no, if Reita noticed his skills in picking wine, too, then it had to be obvious, right? Meaning the guy he was meeting in bars would have noticed as well?

“The thing is,” Uruha said, swirling his glass again, “I don’t think it’s just sex I want from him. I want a hell of a lot more. Every time he cooks me dinner, every time I’m over there . . .” He gestured at the wall with his glass. “I feel like I’m home. More home than I’ve ever been in my life.”

Kai felt dizzy. He had to grip the door in front of him to keep from falling on the floor. Oh, my God, did he just hear what he thought he did?

It was him Uruha wanted. And for more than just sex. That meant when he watched Uruha pleasuring himself, the one he’d been thinking about was . . .

“That’s going to complicate things if that deal with the agent from America comes through, you know,” Reita said, taking another drink.

“I know,” Uruha said. “I’ve been talking with the guy after work – it’s the only time I can. He said the photographers and designers over there would go nuts for me, that I’d be a male supermodel in no time.”

“And that’s everything you’ve ever wanted,” Reita said.

Uruha looked into his glass, swirling it again. “Yeah. He’s going back to New York next week, he wants to know my decision by then.”

Next week. Oh, no. No, he wasn’t hearing this. So close, and yet so far. Uruha was within his grasp, Uruha returned his feelings, and now . . . now his dreams of being the ultimate living work of art might take him away.

Kai wanted to punch the wall, but he knew the two on the other side might hear him. Instead, he just rested his hand on the closet wall, his face on his hand, and let the tears pour, silently.

He hadn’t cried since he was a child. Not even when he had that knife mishap a couple of years ago that threatened his cooking career.

* * *

Kai received his certification on the 20th of July. He walked into his apartment, head held high and the magic piece of parchment in his hand. The title of “chef” was now his, officially. He could go into almost any restaurant, show him this diploma, show them what he could do, and claim a space in their kitchen. If he got into the right place, he could dazzle celebrities and politicians with his cooking. It was all he ever wanted, right?

Right?

He put the parchment on his table and was about to head to his not-quite-a-kitchen when he heard a faint sound on the other side of the wall. Uruha was in early. He quickly took up his post in the closet.

The other man was out of range at first. Then, he walked into view, wearing nothing but a towel. He was planning to take a shower, apparently, since he wasn’t wet yet.

Then, he paused, and gazed toward the wall that led to Kai’s apartment. The towel fell to the floor, and Uruha lay down on the couch. Kai watched as one hand slid up to his chest, the other down below, giving him an unobstructed view this time . . .

It was like torture, seeing Uruha do this, knowing that in a week he might be leaving, going off to America, on the other side of the goddamn world. Knowing that Uruha returned his feelings, but was afraid to tell him, and he couldn’t tell Uruha that he knew, because that would reveal his keyhole peeping . . .

He gripped the doorknob in frustration – and felt it turn a tiny bit.

Kai looked up, surprised. The door worked? Really? Of course, it was probably locked after all this time, but . . .

He turned the knob all the way. It offered resistance, but thank God, very little noise. And then, he paused. It was now or never. If it worked . . .

Kai pushed. The door swung open, creaking like a haunted house, just enough to step through to Uruha’s apartment. He looked at the model on the couch, sitting up, startled, grabbing the towel and covering himself.

“Kai . . .” Uruha said, with a strangled breath.

Kai gave a small smile. “Well, what do you know,” he said. “The door works.”

Now or never. Now or never . . .

He strode forward, and leaned over, pressing his lips to Uruha’s. He felt the other man stiffen in surprise, and then relax, arms wrapping around Kai, pulling him closer, pulling him in.

The floodgates of desire pent up for months suddenly opened, and Kai parted his lips, pushing his tongue toward Uruha, demanding entry into his mouth. When the other man complied, Kai explored eagerly, wanting to feel, taste, experience every bit of Uruha, everything he’d ever thought about, imagined, dreamed about.

He felt hands on his chest, and he pulled back long enough for Uruha to unfasten his shirt, both of them panting like marathoners at the end of the race. The other man leaned over, and Kai felt wet heat on his nipple, leaning back and moaning as teeth lightly scraped him before a tongue stroked him tenderly.

“So damn gorgeous,” Uruha murmured, his hands moving over Kai’s chest and belly, tracing lines of firm muscle. “Even more than I thought you’d be.”

He unfastened Kai’s belt, and his zipper, and Kai held his breath as he felt all the clothing on his lower body yanked down around his knees. What would Uruha think when he saw him in full naked glory . . .

The model knelt on the floor to slip off Kai’s pants and underwear, then looked up . . . and his eyes grew wide as saucers.

“Oh,” he said. “Oh, Kai.” He reached up, fingers starting to lightly trace the large erection in front of him.

Kai blushed a little. “Too much?” He knew from hard personal experience that, contrary to popular belief, not all straight women and gay/bi men were into big cocks. His last boyfriend had refused to be penetrated by Kai, saying that he looked like it would flat-out do damage.

“Oh, God, no.” Uruha stroked it, gently. “It’s perfect.” He leaned over and kissed it with reverence, nuzzling his cheek against it, kissing it again, like an acolyte in an ancient cult worshipping a golden phallus.

Kai closed his eyes and basked in it, not only the physical sensation of Uruha’s lips pressing on him, his skin rubbing against the hard flesh, but also the appreciation, the feeling of being loved as he was.

“Beautiful,” Uruha sighed, drawing his tongue from bottom to top, as Kai leaned back shuddering. “Come over to my bed, I want this in me, I want it in me so bad . . .”

Uruha stood up, and he took Kai by the hand, and they leaned over, kissing softly, then laughing. And he let himself be guided across the room, to a place the range of the keyhole never allowed him to see before, the bed against the far wall. It was rather plain, covered by a simple red, quilted comforter, a few pillows scattered at the head.

No matter. Right now, it felt like the gates of paradise.

The two men tumbled down together, kissing, and Kai moved down over Uruha’s body, running his hands and tongue over skin he’d only dreamed about until now, breathing in his scent. His fingers encountered a nipple, and he rubbed it the way he’d watched Uruha rub himself, the other man leaning back and moaning.

“Kai . . . Kai . . .” On Uruha’s lips, his own name sounded like a mantra, a love poem. He leaned over, sucking on the nipple his fingers had just been on, feeling Uruha arch against him, hearing the luscious moan.

And then, the model was rolling over, getting on all fours, presenting him with that perfect ass that was the first thing he beheld when he met Uruha in person – only now, it was naked, and offered up to him.

“In the drawer,” he said, breathlessly.

It took Kai a second to process that Uruha was talking about the lube and condoms. He managed to find them in the chest of drawers next to the bed, and slicked his finger quickly, bringing it to Uruha’s entrance and pushing in.

He didn’t know what made his blood boil hotter – how deliciously tight the other man felt, or the long, low noise of pleasure he let out at the penetration. “That feels good?” he said, his voice low and seductive as he moved the finger in and out.

“Yes,” Uruha nearly purred. “Oh, yes . . .”

The second finger entered, and now Kai was almost moaning in anticipation. He couldn’t let himself get impatient, though, couldn’t let it go too fast. A man his size had to make sure his lover was well prepared, especially for a first experience together.

He wanted this to be nothing but pure pleasure for Uruha.

By the time he slid in a third finger and started gently stretching him, Uruha was bucking against him, wanting, needing to be filled, fucked, plundered by this man. “Please,” he moaned. “Please, Kai . . .”

Oh, the sound of that begging was luscious. “Please what?” he said, teasingly, pushing those fingers in a bit further, being rewarded with a moan.

“Fuck me . . . let me ride you. . .”

Oh, that did it. Thank God he felt loosened up enough, because Kai couldn’t wait a moment more. He slid the fingers out, wiped them on a tissue, and couldn’t roll the condom on fast enough. Once he had it slicked, he lay on his back, holding his arms out to Uruha.

“Come on, then,” he said.

Uruha straddled him, settling himself into place, comfortably, and then pushed down, very slowly, taking Kai into him little by little. “Ohh, yes,” he moaned. “So big, so hard . . .”

Kai looked up, and saw this beauty impaling himself on him, bit by bit, and felt the tight heat enveloping him, and he thought he’d never been so happy in all his life.

Uruha paused when he’d taken all of Kai that he could, a look on his face like he was lost in bliss, like the rest of the world was hundreds, thousands of miles away.

“Ohh, you feel so good,” he murmured. “So damn good, Kai, you fill me so completely . . .”

He began to move, sliding up and down, and Kai reached out, his hands grasping Uruha’s perfect thighs, running up and down them, squeezing them. “You’re gorgeous,” he murmured. “Like nothing I’ve ever seen, Uruha . . .”

Uruha began to move faster, and Kai pushed up against him with every thrust, feeling his cock plunge into delicious tight heat over and over, watching the man above him as he planted his hands on Kai’s chest, head thrown back, golden hair spilling everywhere.

He moaned in harmony with Uruha as the model started a steady thrust, taking as much of the huge cock as he craved, and Kai reached up, stroking his nipples, playing with them, making Uruha sweat and writhe, making him more gorgeous by the second.

“Kai,” Uruha moaned. “Close, baby, so close . . .”

Kai’s hand slid down Uruha’s body and grasped his cock, sliding over it, fingers heading right for the magic spot under the head, and almost as soon as he touched it, Uruha arched upward, letting out a loud cry, his sheath tightening around him. Kai felt the pleasure explode, ecstasy flooding his body as he cried Uruha’s name out, the orgasm going on and on and on . . .

He felt Uruha collapse on top of him, the other man’s lips press to his. He felt drained, spent. He felt like this dumpty little apartment in this weird, nondescript building was the coziest home in the world.

Uruha nuzzled him. “How did you know?” he murmured.

“Know what?” Kai murmured in a sleepy daze, pulling Uruha toward him, not wanting to let him go, ever.

“That the door was there, and it would open.”

Kai kissed his forehead. “Curiosity,” he said. “And, as it turned out? Lucky timing.”

He looked over. The door was open, still. And it would remain so. There would never be a need for that keyhole again.

With the coming of dawn, several heated bouts of lovemaking later, Uruha knew exactly what his decision would be, what his future was.

So, for that matter, did Kai.

* * *

Kai moved out on the 20th of October, when the maple trees outside were showing their first blushes of the red momiji of fall, bringing some cheeriness to the still-dumpy exterior of the housing unit.

They’d wanted to stay near their friends, of course, but the new place was closer to the restaurant where Kai was assistant chef, not to mention the sommelier training academy that Uruha was attending. Besides, this new apartment was big enough for the two of them to move around in.

Kai knew he’d pretty much be supporting both of them for a while, at least until Uruha graduated, even though his lover still took modeling jobs here and there when his schedule allowed. That was okay. They’d make it work.

Aoi saw them off, collected their keys, told Kai that he’d finance his first restaurant when his film career was well-established. Kai and Uruha just exchanged knowing glances.

Eventually, Kai would get his own restaurant after a few gigs as assistant chef, then chef, at increasingly bigger and more prestigious places. It was financed not by Aoi, but by a crowdsourcing project. Aoi hung out there anyway, along with other hipster actors and directors working in independent film – still not quite able to dump his apartment building, but reassuring everyone all the time he was getting closer to his goal.

The front lobby of the restaurant sported a pair of tricked-out motorcycles – Reita’s best creations yet – and the walls of the dining area featured some of Ruki’s less nightmarish works. One of his paintings happened to catch the eye of a gallery owner, getting their artist friend a couple of shows – a small gallery, but a gallery nonetheless.

And the hip, young crowd who came to the restaurant always remarked that one of the most extraordinary things about it was the sommelier, who not only recommended impeccable wine-food pairings, but also acted as the restaurant’s host and public spokesman, gliding between the tables with beauty and grace – seeming, the patrons always said, like a living work of art.

Oh, the name of the restaurant, you ask?

Keyhole.

Comments

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rosswen91
Jul. 22nd, 2012 12:07 pm (UTC)
muuhaaawaaaaaaaa! am i the first one?
i loved this, this was soooooo good!

Hentai Keyhole-Peeper ~ now, this is great, wish Kai was my hentai peeper! :D

and, Keyhole Restaurant? woawwwwwww, i'm smiling like an idiot!

i really really loved this so much!
thanks for writing and sharing!
rosswen91
Jul. 22nd, 2012 12:09 pm (UTC)
And- curiousty and lucky timing? - Kai you sneakyyy!! :D
puss_nd_boots
Jul. 22nd, 2012 08:19 pm (UTC)
Yes, you're the first one! I'm so glad you liked the fic! He just had to call the restaurant Keyhole, since that's what brought him and Uruha together! (He never told Uruha about the keyhole, though). And I did have fun with his worries about being a hentai keyhole-peeper! (It was all fr the best in the end, though if Uruha hadn't returned his feelings, it might not have ended well!) Thanks for reading!
ruruu
Jul. 22nd, 2012 12:40 pm (UTC)
Aw! This was cute! I don't read fanfiction for the Gazette that often anymore. But your writing is so good! I was fun to read <3
puss_nd_boots
Jul. 22nd, 2012 08:21 pm (UTC)
Thank you, and I'm doubly pleased you read and enjoyed it even if this band is no longer your thing! (I did intend it to be a cute fic - despite the keyhole peeping!) Thanks for commenting!
gaussianblur89
Jul. 22nd, 2012 02:26 pm (UTC)
Some parts reminded me of Rumiko Takahashi's Maison Ikkoku, with the co-living and odd neighbors who accused each other for peeping through holes in closet walls and what not, haha. :D
This was a really cute fanfic. :) And the prompt was really awesome and you've executed it nicely and in some way I find this quite nostalgic. Good work!
puss_nd_boots
Jul. 22nd, 2012 08:34 pm (UTC)
I'll be perfectly honest - when I got this prompt, the ideas just weren't coming. It wasn't helped by the fact that I got my Kink Bingo card around the same time, and my muses were all, "Yay, kinky stuff!" and not giving me material for the challenge. Then, I hit on the device of the keyhole, and the whole rest of the fic fell into place. And, yes, I was thinking about stuff like Maison Ikkouku, where people would accuse neighbors of peeping at them!

I'm so glad that you like the final result! Thanks to the community for hosting another fun challenge!
aleksiina_26
Jul. 22nd, 2012 05:26 pm (UTC)
Oh wow.

Is it just me or you've been getting out of your comfort zone lately and the subsequent writing is just getting more impressive as it goes? Lady, that was stellar. I love how you maintained Kai's innocence through his insecurities yet made him such a pervert for peeping. But even then it was innocent, even when he masturbated, there was this whole sense that it was causing him relative discomfort which made his behaviour so completely endearing...wow! I rarely see you writing that kind of AU either but the style fitted you perfectly. It was artfully done, felt very real, flowing, really effortless, it was beautiful.

And the sex...oh my the sex. The slow build up and the inadvertent confession was quite something but that smut scene...Woman, that was hot. When he burst through that door and just went for it...I was honest to god cheering.

The prompt might have been boring but I think its when you challenge oneself that you produce the best work. And this one definitely is in my faves. That was lovely, well done! xoxo
puss_nd_boots
Jul. 22nd, 2012 09:44 pm (UTC)
It's not just you - I have been getting out of my comfort zone as of late. Mainly, it's because working with prompts and different pairings has forced me to think about things a bit differently. An AU like this is probably the last thing in the world I would have done even as much as a few months ago - but I did it, and I have to say, I'm happy with the results.

Kai's inner struggle over the whole keyhole thing was, I think, the backbone of the fic. He had, in a sense, an addiction to Uruha - first worshipful adoration, and then, as he got to know him, genuine love started to grow. Yet even then, he kept watching him through the keyhole rather than making a full entry into his life (I kind of dropped a hint in the fic that he'd had a not-successful relationship before moving to that apartment, and that was one factor for him). The door was kind of symbolic of how he was holding himself back from taking the plunge - and when he had the fear of losing Uruha in front of him, he was finally able to open the door.

The sex was a big event for both of them - it was more than a hot coming-together, it was the two of them finally opening up on all levels. It didn't just have a huge impact for Kai - it's what helped Uruha realize what he really wanted to do with his life. (Ironically, when I started the fic, it was with the conscious idea that the ending would be Kai going off to America with Uruha, prepared to get a job as a chef at a Japanese restaurant there. Then, when I looked over the story, I realized I'd been sowing the seeds of another ending entirely - Uruha's growing annoyance with photographers, even though he wasn't ready to admit that to himself yet, his demonstrating of a latent wine pairing ability, etc. Yes, I used Uruha's drunkenness for good, not evil. ~_^)

The prompt was definitely a huge challenge, more so than working with a sci-fi or supernatural prompt would have been - it's a simple thing to take bigger-than-life personalities, like J-rockers, and make them bigger. It's a lot harder to make them smaller. I'm so glad you think this sort of thing suits me!

Thanks for reading and commenting, as always!
venus_doom74
Jul. 23rd, 2012 04:29 am (UTC)
One word: WONDERFUL!

In all aspects! :D
puss_nd_boots
Jul. 24th, 2012 01:22 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! It was my first experience writing an AU for this fandom, so I'm so glad you thought it came out so well!
sakuraminisuka
Jul. 23rd, 2012 12:10 pm (UTC)
At first I wasn't sure if I would read this, but I am so glad I did it. It was very nice to read and the flow of the story was great as well. It didn't give the feeling of being rushed or of dragging.
Very beautiful. I also like that though it has sex in it, it's still quite decent and had a nice flow too, unlike some stories where the sex scenes are just cheap.
I liked this a lot and I'll certainly try to read more from you.
puss_nd_boots
Jul. 24th, 2012 01:25 am (UTC)
Thank you, I'm so glad you took a chance on it! This is the kind of story where the sex resulted from the plot, rather than being the whole plot (though I admit to having written my share of PWPs as well!) And I'm glad you liked the pacing as well, I was trying very hard to show the gradual development of the relationship without being dull or draggy!
sakuraminisuka
Jul. 24th, 2012 09:05 am (UTC)
Well you most certainly managed to do that. It was very good and I didn't find it draggy or dull anywhere. And indeed, the sex being a result of the plot is a good thing, it makes it nice to read too. It's a nice harmony between the elements :)
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puss_nd_boots
Jul. 24th, 2012 01:25 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed reading it, since I enjoyed writing it!
toesjah
Jul. 23rd, 2012 01:01 pm (UTC)
This is most definitely not my favorite pairing, but you actually made it work for me.

I love this oneshot, the smut is perfect and I love the thought of that keyhole xD

It worked out pretty nice for the other three too :) I really did love to read this ^^
puss_nd_boots
Jul. 24th, 2012 01:33 am (UTC)
First of all, I consider it a huge compliment that you enjoyed the fic even though you normally don't go for the pairing! When you can make an impression under those circumstances, that means a lot.

The keyhole was the thing that drove the whole fic! When I first got the prompt, I had NO idea what to write until I hit on the idea of the keyhole. After that, the rest of the story fell into place.

I'm glad you liked how I made things work out for everyone in the end! I was aiming for everyone having a future where they were starting to pick up steam with their careers (I figured it was unrealistic to end with Aoi as an A-list actor, Reita having an American Chopper-style reality show built around his bikes, Ruki selling to super-wealthy art collectors all over the place and Kai becoming chef to the stars).

Thanks for reading and commenting!
toesjah
Jul. 24th, 2012 01:41 am (UTC)
Mmhmm.. it's meant to be a huge compliment xD I normally hate pairings involving Kai with a other bandmate.. I just stick with Aoiha xP

And yes, I think it's really great how you let it work out for everyone, but not over the top. It's still realistic.
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puss_nd_boots
Jul. 24th, 2012 01:36 am (UTC)
I just had to do it. No keyhole in the world was ever more appreciated than that one between Kai and Uruha's apartments. XD

Thanks for reading!
meaningandie
Jul. 23rd, 2012 09:08 pm (UTC)
Love it!
Wow... I'm in love with this fic. I had to read it again. My favorite parts were 1. Uruha ranting to Reita about Kai and 2. Learning about the Keyhole restaurant.
Awesome job and thanks for the experience!
puss_nd_boots
Jul. 24th, 2012 01:43 am (UTC)
Re: Love it!
Wow! I'm extremely flattered! I'm especially glad you liked the scene between Uruha and Reita, because that was one of the most crucial scenes in the fic - it showed that Kai's feelings were returned and, as it turned out, also pointed toward Uruha's eventual career choice. Thanks so much for reading and commenting - I'm so glad you liked it enough to read it twice!
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puss_nd_boots
Jul. 25th, 2012 01:06 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm especially flattered that you liked my portrayal of Kai and thought it was close to the real thing - that means a lot, especially since I was working with an AU (which is a lot harder to do than it seems)! It definitely was a trick to keep his sense of innocence despite the fact that he was, in his words, "the hentai keyhole-peeper." (The bottom line: He didn't want Uruha to know about the peeping because he wanted him to like him - but that didn't stop him from doing it over and over!)

Thanks again for reading and commenting! *eats cookies*
liedxxx
Jul. 24th, 2012 06:33 am (UTC)
I loved it.
Kai's such a cutie with his keyhole peeping obsession. The glorious ass, eh? >D I really enjoy the little bits of humor that you throw in your stories. It really makes a difference. The smut was so hot and cute at the same time. :3 And the restaurant name is totally appropriate.
Adding to memories~
-gives you keyhole shaped cookies-
puss_nd_boots
Jul. 25th, 2012 01:09 am (UTC)
*eats the keyhole-shaped cookies*

Thank you! I put humor into all my fics, I think it's a really important element - even when it's a PWP (which this definitely wasn't!). And I'm glad you thought it was both hot and cute (since that's what I was aiming at!) Plus, he just had to name the restaurant Keyhole at the end - that's what brought him and Uruha together in the first place!

Thanks so much for reading and commenting!
golden_kimono
Jul. 24th, 2012 12:51 pm (UTC)
This was really good and really hot. *____* My fiancée doesn't even like this pairing, but she read this more than once. XD And I like that it went slowly. :)
puss_nd_boots
Jul. 25th, 2012 01:12 am (UTC)
I consider it a HUGE compliment that she enjoyed it that much even though she doesn't like the pairing! And I'm glad you like the pacing, that was very important, to get a sense of Kai's feelings building and building before they finally burst and sent him through the door! (He'd been watching and meeting with Uruha for literally months at that point, after all!)

Thanks so much for reading and commenting!
vampireserena
Jul. 24th, 2012 07:10 pm (UTC)
woaaaaaa this was SO good!
Great piece of work! ^^
puss_nd_boots
Jul. 25th, 2012 01:13 am (UTC)
Thank you so much, I'm glad you had as much fun reading it as I did writing it!
aoishiyuu
Jul. 25th, 2012 06:21 pm (UTC)
marvellous brilliant hillarious sexy as hell fic
i enjoyed it soooooo much
you r now officially my fav kaixuruha fic writer
the restaurant name tho rfsgfsgdsfh X'D

puss_nd_boots
Jul. 26th, 2012 03:50 am (UTC)
Considering how many terrific writers the K/U fandom has, that is a MASSIVELY huge compliment! Seriously, I'm blushing here.Thank you! And I am so very glad that you enjoyed the fic! (Everyone seems to love the restaurant name. It just had to happen. XD)
0yuuchin0
Aug. 15th, 2012 04:12 pm (UTC)
Body fluids exchange?
Huaaaaa,, KaixUruha 69 is dancing in my mind,,

Hell Kai!!! Even if your p*n*s is the biggest in the universe, it never becomes 'too much' for Uruha XD

Edited at 2012-08-16 01:46 am (UTC)
venomousliberty
Aug. 31st, 2012 04:49 am (UTC)
I'm sorry for spamming you with comments but I can't help it. Almost, if not, all of your fics, I think are great and very well-written. This is no exception.

The idea of Kai being a voyeur is sex in itself, like, seriously. *fans self* I love how you make him look so adorable and hot at the same frigging time~ You're effing up my bias, Miss. XD

I love this story so much. And I'm afraid, you'll be seeing more of my lameass comments. -_- *gets shot for being creepy*
puss_nd_boots
Aug. 31st, 2012 12:12 pm (UTC)
Nah, you're not creepy at all, I'm flattered! The perfect fusion of "cute" and "hot" is how I've always seen Kai - in fact, it's one of the things I like most about him. I wanted him to still seem innocent here even when he's peeping at Uruha, so I'm glad you think it cam off well! Thanks again for reading!
kishaluv96
Jan. 11th, 2013 01:23 pm (UTC)
Such an awesome story! Loooved it :D thanks for posting :)
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