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1. Kiseki
It's not the first time Naniwa has done karaoke. It won't be the last, especially running off the high of another successful job. Jo lies back in the booth watching as Kazuya wraps an arm around Daigo's shoulders, cheek to cheek as they belt out something far too romantic for any of them to really be doing together. Fanservice was fanservice, but no cameras were rolling.
Well, Jo knew that's just how Kazuya was. Handsy. Affection. No understanding of personal space. Loving. Cute. Objectively, of course. They were idols...
"Jo-kun! Jo-kun!" Kazuya frantically waves a mic over to him. His cheeks have just the hue of red that Jo knows he's going to be making sure their fearless leader gets home tonight. "C'mon. I picked a song for us to sing! It'll be so good. Come over here!"
Daigo's extracted himself from Kazuya's side and found himself sitting with Ryuche.
"Yeah? I'm coming!" He pulls himself onto his feet and walks over, taking the mic from his hands. "What did you pick anyway?"
The song that starts to play is upbeat, not really meant to be a duet, but they'll sing together anyway. Singing with Kazuya is always a wonderful experience. No communication is needed as they perfectly meld together as they sing.
Kazuya's cheek to cheek with him, just like he was with Daigo, as he passionately sings along, but his arm is wrapped around his waist as he pulls him close.
He doesn't really pay attention to the lyrics until there's a line about being hand-in-hand, and Kazuya separates himself enough to lace their hands together. Jo watches as Kazuya leans his head on his shoulder and swings their arms. Jo doesn't think too too much of it, though. This is just what Kazuya is like. Right?
Then, that part of the song comes up again, and Kazuya steps just enough away to give them space so he can bring their intertwined hands together and press his cheek against the back of Jo's hand.
I want to walk beside you forever
Create an everlasting love together
Hand-in-hand with you
until the end of time
Always smiling at your side
A simple word of thanks to you
Or even saying I love you
Will never be enough, but
I can tell you this much
I am happy here with you
Jo's stopped singing. His eyes dart around the room, but no one seems to be acting like this isn't more than he ever does. Is Kazuya flirting with him? He was just cheek to cheek with Daigo like 5 minutes ago, but something about the way he's nuzzling into his hand feels different. Though if he had 100 yen every time that Kazuya nuzzled into a member of Naniwa Danshi, he'd have enough to fund an arena tour himself.
The song ends, and with it, the moment does. Kazuya's bouncing over and volunteering other members of the group to go up and sing. It...must have just been his wishful thinking.
2. SukSuki
It's not the first time they've done this song since the single came out. They've added SukiSuki as an encore song here and there, and well, encore songs do invite chaos, don't they? It's when choreo will get adlibbed, extra fanservice gets slipped in, and in Kazuya's case, it's when he'll sometimes be a little more touchy-feely.
It's never that much of a surprise to him. Really. Jo's used to it by this point. It's nothing more than Kazuya being Kazuya, and if he looks too deeply at it, he might start to think about why he wants to look at it more than that. The middle of a concert tour, even during an encore song, is simply not the time to be introspective.
Especially not when the lapse of attention causes him to be way too close to Kazuya when they're making the heart behind Ryusei. They're practically hip to hip, and Kazuya gives him the widest grin that feels like the brightest sun that lights up his world. He really does have it bad-
Kazuya's hand slides a little too low, and Jo's already trying to rationalize it being him trying to compensate for how close they are, when Kazuya firmly cups his ass and squeezes. There are people behind them. It's...for them, right? People ship them. Right? It's not.
There's nothing more to read into it. The startled noise that leaves his lips and is nearly picked up by Ryusei's mic is just that...startled. Nothing more.
It's just adrenaline that his heart is beating a thousand miles a minute as they finish the song. It's just fanservice, as Kazuya gives him a wink from across the stage, just close enough that he can see.
Nothing more he should read into that.
3. Would you believe it?
"Ne, Jo-kun?" Kazuya calls off from the other side of the dressing room. Jo looks up from where he's peeling off sweat-drenched clothes and patting himself dry. How clothes get so sweaty when they're only for a few songs during the encore, he'll never understand.
"Hm, what's u-" He calls over before nearly jumping out of his skin, as Kazuya had traveled the entire length of the dressing room in the few moments Jo had had a single thought. No one really looks up at his sound of surprise. Though to be fair, Micchi and Kento are engrossed in a phone game, and Kyohei's passed out between them. Daigo does look up technically, but very quickly starts up a conversation with Ryusei.
"Did you see Daigo and me tonight?" Kazuya laughs in nothing but his underwear. He's not even finished getting dressed before he comes over here for a conversation. "We came really close to kissing...Every time I think I'm going to win, he always beats me..."
"I don't think Daigo can lose in chicken..." Jo mumbles, looking off. He tries not to think about Kazuya nearly kissing half the members on stage, partly because it's the business they're in, partly because he doesn't want to address the hot, swarming feeling in the pit of his stomach, and partly because, in some concerts, he wonders why he's not in that half being almost kissed. Two of these are dangerous thoughts that are simply not allowed to be continued. They're put nicely, and nearly in a box he never opens.
"Right? Ne, Jo-kun?" Kazuya leans forward in that way that's too friendly not to be flirting. No cameras are rolling, so he doesn't really know what's going on. But for as much as Jo is wrestling with a tangled web of feelings, he's not the type to back down so easily and be a total mess. Not completely.
He does his best not to let his eyes drift to how nice Kazuya's lips look, and wouldn't they look better if they were kiss-swollen? How Kazuya's cheeks have that flush of a concert that he's given 110% percent, and wouldn't it be better if it was from effort from something else involving a lot less clothes and-
He's too far in his own head that when Kazuya leans forward, in that usual teasing game, Jo leans forward instinctively too, locking lips with the other. It's not too much of a shock. How many members of Naniwa....honestly, how many members of Kansai has Kazuya kissed? The serial boy kisser.
Except this lingers a few moments longer than the haha kind of fanservice kiss, and it lingers even a few moments longer than the kind of chaste BL kisses.
But Jo's brain reminds him just where he is (Not the privacy of his mind in his bed in the middle of the night) and quickly yanks away with a laugh.
"Kazuya. You're so...." He laughs, one part adrenaline and one part awkwardness. He tries not to look too hard at the way that Kazuya's flush is a little more than before, or the way his eyes have an emotion he desperately wants to be something else. "Really..."
Jo laughs.
"Okay, time for the parents to stop making out in front of us," Kento replies, looking up from his phone.
"M-making out!? Hey now." Jo sputters, and that tension is gone, replaced with embarrassment and their usual brand of nonsense.
He's not sure if he's grateful or annoyed at the moment being broken.
+1 - Ruin Our Friendship
It's not the first time they've shared a hotel room. It won't be the last either. Sometimes they draw straws, but often, there's a configuration that just works. Jo's shared more hotel rooms with Kazuya than anyone in the world at this point, and usually he'd have no issue with (mostly). However, his mind is buzzing, connecting the dots on a thousand-point puzzle, and the picture he's coming up with isn't one he knows what to do with.
Is Kazuya flirting with him? Actually flirting with him? Has Jo maybe been actually flirting back? Are they flirting together? Is this more than the playful banter that the fans eat up? Is there truth to it-
The side of the bed dips, and Jo blinks a few times. There are two beds. There are two beds in this hotel room. They can more than afford it at this point.
"....Kazuya....?" He mumbles, pretending to be sleepier than he is. There's way too much adrenaline in his veins for him to actually be close to slumber. "Think you have the wrong bed. Don't you usually take the other?"
"Mmm. Nope. Got the right place." Kazuya sing-songs, pulling up the cover and spooning Jo from behind. A leg wraps around his waist, and Jo can feel the smooth skin of Kazuya's thigh against his. Kazuya sleeps naked after all. There's so much skin against his skin, and Jo thinks he's dreaming. He's got to be dreaming.
"Kazuya....?" He mumbles again, unable to stop his voice from sounding strained from the sheer way he feels like he's going to explode.
"Ne....Jo...." Kazuya mumbles hotly against his ear, no honorific, making Jo's heart nearly explode in his chest. An arm drapes over his side as Kazuya nuzzles close.
".....Hey....Kazuya. If you're just...messing with me, you should....uhm, we shouldn't take this too far if you're not serious." It's something he's wanted to say for a long time, but he's too scared to voice it. Because if all he ever gets is this joke flirting, part of him has decided he'd rather live delusional with scraps than face the truth. The other part of him feels like he's going to explode if he doesn't address this.
Kazuya pulls away, and Jo feels his heart sink. He'd really been hoping-
"....Can you really not tell that I'm serious?" Kazuya rolled onto his back, and Jo turned to see the way that he's draped his arm over his eyes. "I thought I was being really obvious...."
"....Yeah, but you're-" Jo starts, ready with the mental list of receipts he's used to convince himself not to even risk their friendship with the idea that maybe, just maybe Kazuya likes him.
"Don't you like me back? Sure, we flirt around a lot, but I always thought...we were different?" Kazuya mumbles.
He blames the adrenaline in his veins, the way his heart is beating so loud that all he can hear is the rushing of blood between his ears...he blames all of that for the impulsive decision to immediately pull himself on top of the other and pull his arm away from his face. He leans down, capturing Kazuya's lips in something that's nearly a decade in the making at this point. Years and years of repressed feelings and questions and what ifs and maybe's suddenly turn into fireworks the second Kazuya kisses back.
Both of Jo's hands go into Kazuya's hair, tugging enough to get a gasp from the other so he can slide his tongue past parted lips. The groan that he swallows is everything he's wanted and more.
Kazuya's hands go to Jo's ass, digging his finger into him as he whines into the kiss. Teeth clash against teeth, parting just for a moment to kiss heatedly again. Kazuya sucks on Jo's tongue hard this time, earning a groan from the other.
"Want you so bad..." Kazuya pulls away to pant hotly against his neck. "...tired though..."
"Yeah? Me too...adrenaline wearing off...." Jo buries his face into the crook of Kazuya's neck, panting as he feels his erection press against Kazuya's front. He could tell Kazuya was in a similar state with the way his dick had pressed against him when he'd leaned back for a second during the kiss. "I have an idea..?" Jo pulls back, ignoring the whine that leaves Kazuya's lips at the loss of warmth.
Where's all the adrenaline when he needs it? Why did it have to be used on anxiety and spiraling thoughts and not this....why were his stupid PJ pants taking so long to get down?
"You're so hot, y'know? Gorgeous. Handsome." Kazuya lazily purrs, and Jo makes the mistake of looking down at him.
"Stop distracting me by being sexy, I'm trying to- there." Jo's managed to yank his pants and boxers down enough to free himself.
"This is why being naked is bette-" Kazuya mumbles, but his sentence is interrupted and punctuated by a gasp as Jo wraps his hands around both of their dicks.
Jo thinks he's won the jackpot right now as it slowly builds up speed, twisted towards the end, and watching the way Kazuya's face twists in blissful pleasure. He can hardly focus on the soft babbling that comes from the others' lips, something about more and how good he was, and it's honestly addicting. They could have been doing this and more this whole time.
"God, I can't wait to actually have you...." Jo pants out as he feels his climax slowly approach.
"Yeah?" Kazuya moves a hand over Jo to purposefully slow him down, earning a whine. "I can tell you what I'd do to you, Jo....I'd love nothing more than to ride you out of your mind."
Oh fuck, no amount of slowing him down can stop him from completely whiting out at the image of Kazuya riding him like his life depends on it. He comes hard, leaking over Kazuya's hand, who takes a few more moments to tumble after him. Jo practically slumps forward, burying his face in his shoulder, ignoring the mess between them. They could shower in the morning. For right now, he was going to bask in the afterglow.