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Fic: In the Zone [Kai X Uruha, NC-17}

Title: In The Zone
Chapter: Standalone
Author: Boots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, smut
Warning: Male/male sex, including striptease, lap dancing and intercrural sex
Pairing: Kai X Uruha
Disclaimer: Boys belong to PS Company, I own the story only.
Summary: Kai and Uruha have very different ideas for how they want to unwind after a recording session.
Comments: Written for the first fanfic challenge at kai_pleasure. Prompt is follows: here.

Kai needed the quiet. Well, not really quiet. He needed his iPod, and that was the opposite of quiet.

He needed to be able to just kick back and relax, though. It had been a long day. Or night. Whichever. Time had no meaning when you were in the studio, immersed in the creation of sound, focused on one thing, and one thing only – making what you're working on as close to perfect as it could humanly be.

It was always like that for them, when they were recording – taking the basic tune that one of them brought in, the lyrics that Ruki lay on top of that, and then building it up, little by little. Adding this, subtracting that, multiplying sounds by sounds – all to end up with Division.

All this was mentally and physically taxing – especially since they were recording every single song from scratch this time, no “we'll record three-quarters and the rest will be our recent singles.” Hence, why Kai was stumbling into the apartment he and Uruha shared like a man who had just run a double marathon.

He grabbed the iPod and went straight into the bedroom, turning on only the dim light on the nighttable, and put the buds in his ears. After working on music one day, one would think the last thing he'd want would be more music.

But it was something else when it was music made by another, and out of his control. He was able to close his eyes, lay back, and get swept away by someone else's artistic vision.

Which was precisely what he was doing now. The music had a mellow groove, a fusion of rock and electro-jazz. It was music to float away on, get lost in. And that's precisely what he did. He let out a deep breath, becoming one with the guitar and the bass and the drums that someone else was playing.

He didn't notice the aches in his shoulders from his efforts of the day, or the tightness in his temples that started when the two guitarists couldn't come to an agreement on how a certain phrase should be played (and kept going after they'd resolved it). He didn't notice the clock on the nighttable reminding him he'd be back in the studio in about 12 hours' time, or the trees that banged softly against the window, buffeted by a late-spring breeze.

Or, for that matter, his boyfriend in the living room.

* * *
Uruha sat on the couch, game controller in his hand, eyes focused on the screen. Except his mind was elsewhere – which was evident in how severely his character was getting his ass kicked.

He hit pause, yawned and stretched. He was feeling tense all over and restless as hell, and he couldn't quite identify it. He should be feeling satisfied. They'd worked on one of his own songs, and it was a good day of recording (despite Aoi being a stubborn bastard at one point). The album was starting to take shape, bit by bit.

Maybe he needed a drink. He headed for the liquor cabinet, grabbed the first bottle he found (Kai Shou-chu, as it turned out), and poured himself a generous shot. He gulped half of it down, mind running back over the day's work.

There was Ruki, suddenly deciding to change his own lyrics in mid-session, and Aoi, unable to decide whether a certain phrase would sound better on electric or acoustic guitar, and Reita, taking the opportunity to work something out with Kai while the two guitarists went back and forth . . .

And Kai, banging away on the drums as always with the cool, Leader-san demeanor in the middle of chaos, wearing a tank top that left his sexy arms in plain sight, glistening with sweat more and more as he worked . . .

Uruha gulped down the rest of the booze. Well, now it was becoming evident what the source of his tension was, wasn't it? He didn't pour another.

He wanted to swallow Kai, all right. Just not the shochu kind.

The guitarist capped the bottle and put it away. The glass, he'd deal with later. Right now, he was on a mission of sorts.

He'd seen the other man heading for the bedroom. So, he'd gone to take a nap? It would be a short-lived one.

* * *
Kai was completely in the zone by now. There was nothing in the world but him and the music. It was a feeling like nothing else in the world, and he wondered sometimes if non-musicians ever experienced music like this.

He felt sorry for them if they didn't.

Kai didn't notice at all as the door opened, and a figure crept in and moved toward the bed, looking at the person laying on it.

Was he asleep? Uruha couldn't tell. He was definitely wearing headphones, though. No matter if he couldn't see Uruha, he'd be feeling him soon enough.

The guitarist leaned over, pressing his lips to Kai's temple. Kai stirred a bit and made an “mmm” sound – but he didn't wake up.

Uruha pulled back, puzzled. Why the lack of reaction? He'd been able to easily kiss Kai out of sleep before, like something from a fairy tale. Now? He must have taken one hell of a bite from the poison apple, because he went right back into whatever zone he was in before.

Kai had felt the kiss, all right – but he was so far into the music, it was like his mind was a million miles away from his body, like the kiss was happening to someone else, and he was only experiencing it secondhand.

It was the same thing when Uruha lowered his head, and brushed his soft hair along Kai's neck, and when his lips followed the same path, kissing up his pulse line. Well, that little nibble did bring about a small shudder – but that was about it.

Uruha was beginning to get a bit frustrated. He was trying every trick he knew, and Kai wasn't reacting! What the hell was he listening to that was that good? Fine, it was time to try the Ruki tactic and resort to using his tongue.

He licked the base of Kai's neck, right where it joined his shoulder, and continued upward, toward his chin. Well, that brought about a shiver, at least . . .

And nothing more. Kai was making no moves to grab him, to pull him down, to ravish him. He'd rather listen to . . . whatever it was he was listening to.

Suddenly, Uruha found himself in the very strange position of being jealous of an iPod.
“Fine,” he said aloud. If it was music he wanted, he was going to get it.

Uruha pulled his own iPod from his pants pocket, walked to the sound system atop the bureau and dropped it in. It didn't take him long to find throbbing club music. He turned on a lamp next to the speakers – what he had in mind required sight as well as sound.

Then, he went over to Kai and, with one sharp tug, pulled the buds from his ears.

Kai jumped. All of a sudden, he'd been violently torn out of Eden and hurled back to Earth. He blinked, trying to reorient himself to the reality he'd been far, far away from. Who? What? When? Where? All he was aware of were lights that hurt his eyes, and club music that hurt his ears, and Uruha in front of him, starting to dance . . .

Wait a second – dance? Yes, that's what he was doing, swaying his hips slowly and seductively, undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one. He gave Kai an intense glance, eyes meeting eyes, heat flashing between them.

Then, Uruha's gaze turned cooler, and he turned his back on the other man, hips continuing to gyrate. He gave him a sultry gaze over his shoulder, however, as he let the shirt start to drop, bit by bit, exposing pretty, soft-looking skin.

A striptease. He'd been thrown out of his reverie only to see his lover doing a striptease. Normally, he'd be angry about being pushed from the zone, but . . .

There was no getting angry at Uruha when he dropped the shirt to the floor and turned around, hands running over his own torso, eyes closed and head thrown back as if he thrilled to his own touch. He began to fondle his own nipple, slowly, his breathing becoming a gasp.

“Kai,” Uruha moaned. “Oh, Kai . . .”

He reached down to unbuckle his pants, and Kai followed as those fingers eased the zipper down, down, down, offering a tantalizing glimpse of the black bikini underwear beneath.

He turned his back toward Kai again, but this time, he bent over, giving Kai a wonderful view of that ass as the cloth slid down it, exposing more and more of the tight black cloth and the lovely flesh it encased, shapely and perfectly rounded . . .

The pants stopped moving downward right there, though. Uruha stopped short of exposing those gorgeous thighs, looking backward at Kai teasingly.

“Don't stop,” Kai said. “Keep going.”

“How do I know you won't just go back to your music?” Uruha said, pushing the pants down just a centimeter, just enough to tantalize.

“I won't,” Kai said. “I want to see you.”

“Just see? What will you do with my thighs if I show them to you?”

“Touch them.” Kai put his iPod on the nightstand – he had other things to preoccupy himself with now. “Feel them. Kiss them.”

“Fuck them? Do you want to do that?”

Kai's only answer was a moan. Oh, he'd thought and fantasized about that, of course – along with, most likely, every other inclined-to-like-men human on the planet who'd ever beheld Uruha. “God, yes,” he said, his voice a papery whisper.

The pants were dropped, tumbling down like a curtain at the start of a highly anticipated performance. And there, in front of him, were the incredible legs he'd seen a billion times from the rear onstage, from all angles at photoshoots, even casually when they were just hanging out together on a summer day.

But they never, ever looked like they did close-up, tense with desire. Because the rest of the world could look, but only Kai could touch.

He suddenly needed to rid himself of his own clothes. He pulled the tank top over his head and unfastened his pants, pushing them down and off as he watched Uruha ease the bikini underwear down, baring that ass that had been open so often in the past to Kai's hands, his mouth, his cock . . .

Uruha had other plans for that body part now. “Sit on the chair,” he said, pointing to the small armchair at the corner of the room.

Did Kai hear that right? The chair? It seemed a little odd, when he was right here on the bed. He wasn't going to argue with Uruha, though. He got up, crossed the room and sat down, the upholstery feeling a bit rough against his sensitive-from-lust bottom.

Uruha reached in the drawer, got their bottle of lube and made his way over to Kai – although slunk over might be a better term. He perched the thing in his hand on the back of the chair, turned around and settled into Kai's lap, so that his ass was against his lover's erection, rubbing in the cleft but not penetrating.

“Oh, God!” Kai gasped as Uruha started to move his hips, grinding against him, his cock sliding against that firm flesh. A lap dance. Oh, yes, it was definitely a lap dance, the way Uruha was moving to the music. A little twist of his hips here and there at a synthesizer sting made Kai shudder with delicious, slow-throbbing pleasure.

He wrapped his arms around the other man, pulling him backward, and Uruha leaned against Kai's chest, heated skin rubbing on heated skin, his hips still moving, pleasuring his lover with every brush of his flesh.

They turned their heads so their mouths could meet, the kiss heated and intense, tongues dancing against each other. Kai's hands slid down Uruha's body, pausing at the nipples, stroking them tenderly and pinching just a little, then over his stomach, and then . . .

Those thighs. He ran his fingers over them slowly, feeling how they were smooth-shaven, hot, starting to become damp with sweat. . . He pressed harder, caressing, following the lines of the taut muscles, his mind absorbing how strong and shapely they were, like they were carved out of marble by an artist attempting to depict male perfection.

“Remember what I asked you before?” Uruha said, breathlessly, when their lips broke apart. “If there was something you wanted to do?”

Oh, yes, he remembered – the invitation to fuck those thighs. “Yes. I want to. But . . . how?” This wasn't exactly something he'd had a lot of experience with. Well, one time he'd had a large-breasted female lover, and he'd done that to her breasts – she'd put lube on them, and pressed them together, and he'd knelt astride her, rubbing himself through the softness.

This was a whole different matter, though. For one thing, the part involved was in a slightly different area of the body.

Uruha stood up and walked to the bed, lying on his side, looking over his shoulder. “Lube them,” he said, “and then rub between them.”

Kai went over and lay behind him, then took the bottle, pouring the liquid on his fingers, a familiar action. What wasn't familiar was that instead of penetrating, he rubbed those fingers on the skin he'd just been caressing. Was he really going to do this? Oh, hell, yes, he was.

He moved against him, one hand resting on Uruha's hip, and positioned himself, tip of his erection pressed against those perfect legs – and then pushed forward, Uruha's thighs tightened, creating a tight channel for him to move through.

Move through it he did, his mind trying to register this new sensation. It wasn't like anything he'd felt before. He was used to the tight heat of Uruha's passage, grasping at him as he penetrated, and the softness of his mouth, and the strength and skill of those nimble guitarist's fingers.

This was solid, and hot, and smooth. It was all about hardness, about strong muscles and motion. It was firm on firm, as opposed to the usual firm on soft and yielding.

But it was damn exciting. He rubbed against him, feeling Uruha tighten his legs bit more, pulling him in harder, almost entrapping him. And as he moved, the thought kept cycling through his head that he was living the fantasy of every person who had ever admired Uruha, ever stared at those thighs and wondered what they'd be like.

He wondered, as he thrust harder and faster, how many other men thought about being here in his place, pleasuring themselves as they imagined Uruha's thighs enclosing them instead of their own hands. How many women thought about straddling one of those notorious legs, rubbing soft and wet and intimate flesh against it.

And it was that more than anything else that fueled Kai's lust, as he moved harder, and faster, cock sliding and rubbing against lubed skin, friction building intense heat in his belly. One hand moved around Uruha's body, grasping his erection, holding it firmly, trying to give back even a bit of what he was being given.

Uruha let out a small cry as Kai's big, strong, skilled hand grasped him as easily and effortlessly as one of his drumsticks, and those fingers moved, sliding up and down his hardness. He'd been feeling pleasure from the thigh-fucking to be sure, but it had been distant, secondhand almost, stimulating sensitive flesh, but not sensitive enough.

That had been for Kai's benefit. He'd been expecting to take his own pleasure later.

But even in the midst of outrageous pleasure and living fantasy, here was Kai stroking Uruha, just as he liked it, flutterings of fingers over the head, a firm twist moving down the shaft, even tracing the patterns of the veins. And he fucked that hand gladly, thinking about how many fans had dreamed of feeling Kai's touch on their bodies, those sexy arms and hands all over them . . .

The two men were moving together now, Uruha's hips starting to thrust as well as he could while still keeping Kai entrapped in his thighs, a willing prisoner indeed. Kai pushed against Uruha, moaning loudly as his erection slid over flesh now slick with both sweat and lube.

He was lost in pleasure. There was nothing in the world but the feel of those thighs against him and the cock in his hand, hard flesh slickened slightly with precome slipping through his fingers. Even the sound of their breathing and moans seemed to be coming from another planet as he sank deeper and deeper into a world of lust.

He was completely, totally and utterly in the zone, just as he was when listening to the music – but in a very, very different way.

Those thighs tightened on him suddenly, and a shock of pleasure burst through Kai's body like flashpots. He gave one last, hard thrust, burying himself between those legs completely, and let go, crying out in ecstasy, his come spilling all over Uruha's thighs, marking them as his once and for all.

His fingers tightened more on his lover's hardness as he climaxed, and Uruha moaned, leaning his head back, feeling himself on the brink, his belly tightening, fingers and toes curling. “More,” he gasped. “Just a little more, Kai . . .”

His lover's hand moved faster, twisting a little harder, then paused at the tip, fingers teasing the area just under the head . . . and Uruha let go at last, shouting his lover's name as he trembled and trembled in ecstasy, come running over Kai's fingers.

They just lay there for a moment, still spooned against each other, breathing hard. Then, Uruha turned to face him and they kissed, a gentle touch of lips that went on, and on. When it was over, Kai wrapped his arms around Uruha, pulling him closer, not caring he was smearing come all over the place, burying his face in the juncture of the guitarist's neck and shoulder.

“I guess I succeeded in getting your attention, then,” said Uruha, his voice still a bit weary from pleasure.

“Mmm?” said Kai, lifting his head a little.

“You were so into what you were listening to that you didn't know I was there,” Uruha said. “I had to take drastic measures.”

“Why drastic?” Kai yawned with contentment, snuggling against Uruha again.

“I wanted you,” Uruha replied. “As soon as I got home, it was all I could think about. It's your fault for being so goddamn cute and sexy when you play.”

“You're pretty sexy too, you know.” Kai reached down and stroked one of those thighs – but tender and affectionate now, not the fiery caresses of before. “I didn't mean to, well, ignore you. I just needed a few minutes to relax.” He nuzzled him again. “Although I think I'm more relaxed now than I was with the music.”

“Good.” Uruha kissed him. “Next time, we'll skip the iPod and video games and go right to this.” Though he was liking the idea of inviting Kai to play a game against him – right now, right as they were, stark-naked. Winner tops in Round 2.

Good thing Uruha was a fierce competitor in gaming, since those arms and that huge cock and that face could be pretty distracting.

“I love you, you know,” Kai said, nuzzling Uruha again.

Uruha reached up and put his hand over Kai's arm. “I love you, too.”

Kai definitely wouldn't be averse to the nude gaming if Uruha asked him. It was against his plan to stay mellow for the evening, to be sure – and this was one hell of a way to get mellow.

There's more than one way to end up in the zone.


( 20 comments — Leave a comment )
Jun. 3rd, 2012 11:02 pm (UTC)
"How many women thought about straddling one of those notorious legs, rubbing soft and wet and intimate flesh against it."
Totally. Yes. And I can't say anything more xD.
This was delicious.
Jun. 8th, 2012 01:31 am (UTC)
LOL! Let's face it, it's something more than a few people have thought about. And I'm not saying anything more, either. Thank you so much for commenting!
Jun. 4th, 2012 12:33 am (UTC)
Aaaaah that was wonderful :3
Jun. 8th, 2012 01:32 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm so glad you enjoyed!
Jun. 4th, 2012 04:35 am (UTC)
owo. Yummy.
I was craving Kai x Uruha today, and I'm so glad that I found this little piece of gold. Oh god, Kai's arms and Uruha's thighs. <33
Jun. 8th, 2012 01:34 am (UTC)
Kai's arms and Uruha's thighs are all fetish objects, to be sure. I just had to take advantage of them in this fic! (I'd written another fic earlier when Uruha had raised the possibility of full-blown thigh sex, and here, he made it happen!) Thanks so much for commenting!
Jun. 4th, 2012 12:42 pm (UTC)
the musical-moment is just... man sometimes I experience that too *joining Kai on the bed

Usually I prefer Kai as uke but this seme!Kai is good, and sweet, and definitely hot! lol
Jun. 8th, 2012 01:38 am (UTC)
It's very, very easy to zone out like that when you're in the right mood and you have the right music, and after the day he'd had in the studio, Kai was very ready, willing and able to completely zone out! (I've done it, too!)

Kai-as-seme in my fics has an interesting twist - he's always the one on top, but Uruha is always the one calling the shots. So in a way, both of them are topping and being topped at the same time. I'm very glad you enjoyed the way I wrote it!
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Jun. 8th, 2012 01:43 am (UTC)
Thanks! I do tend to write KaiUru as opposed to UruKai (though Uruha is definitely topping from below, he's the one who calls the shots!) - though I figure Kai could go either way depending on who he's with. Glad you enjoyed it!
Jun. 6th, 2012 03:53 am (UTC)
Really nice~ Perfect pun on getting into the zone, haha! Thank you for this awesome story ^^
Jun. 8th, 2012 01:45 am (UTC)
Oh, he was in the zone, all right. He was in a very nice zone indeed - one that I'm sure a LOT of people would want to be in! Since the prompt was about one kind of being in the zone, I just had to use the alternate meaning! Thanks so much for commenting!
Jun. 6th, 2012 06:11 pm (UTC)
MMm, this is incredibly hot! I almost felt a little sorry for Uruha when Kai barely noticed him! *pets Uru* But he had an excellent solution for that problem! :D

And of course it was Kai shochu! *g* This goes into my memories, as a piece of awesome thigh-sex! [_]--^_^/ Kanpai!
Jun. 8th, 2012 01:48 am (UTC)
Kai Shou-chu will never, ever go away. I try to get it in whenever possible. ~_^ Uruha wasn't going to stay neglected for long. He knows how to get a man's attention, and it worked! As for the thigh-sex, part of the inspiration for this story was the fic you did awhile back about Aoi performing thigh-sex on a woman and fantasizing about doing it with Uruha. The idea of that was so hot that I just had to make it happen. Thanks so much for commenting, as always!
Jun. 8th, 2012 09:06 am (UTC)
Very nice. ♥ And I think nearly everyone who has seen Uruha's thighs would love to be in Kai's position. I know I would. XD
Jun. 11th, 2012 12:58 am (UTC)
Uruha's thighs are an international treasure, and therefore, they must be loved and admired! Kai was definitely acting on the fantasies of countless fangirls and fanboy here. (possibly, just possibly, including yours truly). Thanks for commenting!
Jun. 12th, 2012 09:32 pm (UTC)
This was so hot that it left me speechless

Sex with Uruha's thighs...thisdeservesanawardforbeingsohotandclever *O*
Jun. 22nd, 2012 11:33 am (UTC)
Sorry for the late reply! The thing about Uruha's thighs was actually inspired by a fic of ldybastet's where Aoi is rubbing himself between a woman's thighs and imagining he's doing it to Uruha. I found the idea so hot that I just had to follow through with it using Kai. (Plus, the two had teasingly discussed thigh-sex in an earlier fic of mine, and I couldn't just let Uruha be a tease, could I? ~_^)

Thanks for reading and commenting!
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Jun. 22nd, 2012 11:36 am (UTC)
Thanks! Uruha really dialed up the tease factor in this fic - but hey, he had good reason to, Kai wasn't paying attention to him, and Uruha will not be ignored! ~_^ Thank you so much for reading and commenting!
Aug. 31st, 2012 02:39 pm (UTC)
Damn! This is another awesome piece! You know, you really have an imaginative mind when it comes to writing smut~ @.@ I worship you! Hahahah! No, seriously~ I am so going to read all of your fics. Okay, now I really sound like an obsessed freak. Can't help it coz this story is so good and I just need to read more~

As always, the smut and their relationship in this story is beautifully well-told. It's just made of pure win~^^
Aug. 31st, 2012 04:59 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! You are really making me blush now! *^^* I do try to come up with something original for smut scenes - the same old "kiss, apply lube, insert tab A into slot B" gets dull after awhile! I'm glad you're enjoying what I came up with!
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