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The escape of a two-legged bookcase; ([personal profile] qiguai) wrote2010-07-27 07:40 pm

lense (oneshot)

Title: lense
Pairing: Kan/Yejun
Genre: smut
Word Count: 1571
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexual content
Summary: Kan gets a new camera.
Notes: I wrote this for a kinkmeme a while back, but never got around to sharing it here.


Yejun groans and rolls his eyes when Kan asks him upon leaving the classroom, "Hey, can you come over?" He tries to flee, but Kan's longer legs make his attempt rather pointless. Kan cuts him off outside the school, a hurt look on his face. "What the fuck, man?"

"Your place is boring," Yejun replies and tries to move around his friend, only to be cut off again. "Last time I came over we did nothing but sit around and your mother tried to perm my hair."

Kan laughs, not noticing the scowl he gets in return. "That was so great." An arm shoots out to block Yejun as he makes another break for it. "Come on, Yejun, I promise that won't happen again." He rolls his eyes at Yejun's skeptical look. "Really, I just want to show you something."

Despite himself, Yejun asks, "What?" He curses his own curiously when Kan grins, a wicked look flashing in his eyes.

"You have to come over to see."

He knows he'll regret it later, but he lets Kan drag him away by the arm, chattering in Yejun's ear the entire way.




The door flings open a little too hard, slamming against the wall as Yejun tries to storm from Kan's room. Unfortunately, Kan has a solid hold on Yejun's waist. "It's just another fucking camera!" he shouts in frustration, trying in vain to shove Kan's arms away.

"No, it's a video camera," Kan corrects him calmly.

"Who the hell cares?" he asks, but stops struggling. Kan lets him go and strides over to his desk to pick up the object in question. He has that same hurt look on his face, and for half a second Yejun feels guilty.

"It just arrived today," Kan mumbles. The pout in his voice and on his face make Yejun want to roll his eyes so badly, but he resists. Sometimes, he just had to humor the taller and yet in so many ways younger boy.

"And you couldn't have shown it to me tomorrow?"

A look flashes across Kan's face that says he hadn't considered the option. "But... it just arrived today," he repeats, holding the camera gently with confusion in his eyes. "Isn't it cool?"

Yejun feels his face twitch. "Yes, it's very cool."

And that's all it takes. A grin bursts out on Kan's face that's blinding, and Yejun can't help but smile back. But only a very small smile. He settles onto the edge of the bed with a sigh as Kan reads over the instructions spread out neatly on his desk. A triumphant, "Ha!" makes Yejun turn to find the device in his face, a red light in the upper corner.

"Say hi~" Kan coos, circling around the front of the bed.

"Get that thing out of my face," he grumbles, but Kan ignores him, instead pressing it closer.

"Holy shit, I can see your pupils!" he squeals. Yejun reaches out and covers the lens. Kan tries to shake Yejun's hand loose to no avail. With a frown, he backs away, and Yejun thinks he's won, until suddenly he's shoved back and a heavy weight settles on top of him. His eyes meet camera and blaring red light again with the ceiling and half of Kan's head hovering above. "You're no fun," Kan scolds him.

He tries to sit up and fails, as expected thanks to the combination of Kan's greater weight and strength. "Kan." It's a warning, and Kan cocks his head, but doesn't reply. "Let me up."

"Don't think so." He starts to tickle Yejun's side with his free hand and grins triumphantly as Yejun's protests crumble into fits of laughter. "See, isn't this fun? Your face looks hilarious."

"F-Fuck you!" Yejun coughs out, flailing his arms and on occasion managing to land a blow, not that it stops Kan.

"You bitch too much," Kan mutters, but stops his attack. As Yejun lies beneath, panting and flustered and glaring at his attacker behind the camera, something darkens in Kan's expression. He presses a button on the camera and the red light starts flashing, then lets his hand drift back down to Yejun's side to play with the hem of his shirt.

"What, you weren't recording?" Yejun asks, more to make Kan say something because the look in his friend's eyes is starting to worry him.

"Nah," is the only response he gets and Kan's hand drifts under his shirt, brushing against his stomach and ribs. He shivers.

"Cut it out," he says softly. Kan doesn't respond, but smiles and for a second looks like normal Kan, until his hand slides further up Yejun's body. A hiss breaks the silence in the room when Kan fingers Yejun's nipple gently at first, then pinches it.

"That was an interesting face." Kan looks so amused and Yejun wants more than anything to punch that smirk off his friend's face, but Kan moves to his other nipple and rubs it mercilesly between two fingers. The moan that escapes his mouth shocks him and he feels himself blushing. He opens his mouth to say something, but Kan takes the opportunity to fall forward, crashing their lips together and Yejun instinctively squeezes his eyes shut. Kan lips move against Yejun's frozen ones and his tongue teases them open, making Yejun moan into Kan's open mouth. He forces himself to open his eyes and just out of the corner of his vision he sees the camera hovering, perfectly positioned in Kan's hand with the light still blinking. Kan bites his lip and Yejun finds himself moaning louder.

Something moves against Yejun's pants, making him jerk in surprise until he realizes it's Kan's free hand at work again. Kan's deft fingers pop the button open easily, then slowly tease the zipper down, making sure he makes contact with the growing bulge underneath as he does so. Yejun's breath catches in his throat and his eyes half-close, but he manages to contain his needy groan when Kan stops moving, his hand gently resting against Yejun's crotch. He can't see Kan's face, blocked by the camera standing in his line of vision, but Yejun just knows he's smiling. He almost finds his voice again when Kan's hand chooses to move, rubbing Yejun's erection through the denim and causing Yejun to thrust upward in surprise with a loud moan.

"Mm, good face." Kan's voice is thick with something Yejun can't recognize, but it makes his cock twitch against Kan's fingers. Those fingers pull his jeans down to his knees before returning to their original position, lightly stroking Yejun through his now damp boxers. Yejun lets out a string of profanities and arcs his hips into the touch, craving more so badly he's close to begging for it.

"Kan," he says, a whine in his voice that deepens his blush but makes the boy above him groan. He feels slightly accomplished until Kan leans back over him and shoves the camera into his hands. He stares at the device, clueless.

"Watch me," Kan says breathlessly with a goofy grin on his face. "With that." Yejun doesn't understand until Kan shoves his tshirt up and starts kissing down his chest. At first he starts to mumble incoherently, but at a stern glare from Kan, he grips the camera with two hands and holds it as still as he can.

Kan bites the sensitive skin of Yejun's stomach and kisses the pale expanse above the elastic of his boxers. Glancing up to make sure Yejun is still holding the camera, he grins. The look in his eyes makes Yejun want to close his eyes or look away or something, but he finds himself glued to the small screen of the video camera as Kan starts to pull down his boxers. Kan takes the tip into his mouth, sucking and running his tongue along the slit in a way that almost makes Yejun drop the camera as he cries out and tries to thrust into his friend's mouth. Strong hands hold his hips down as Kan runs his tongue along the bottom of Yejun's cock before taking it completely into his mouth. Yejun cries out again, but puts all of his concentration in holding the camera steady.

On the screen Yejun watches Kan's head bobbing around his cock through half-lidded eyes. Now and then Kan looks up at the screen, his eyes mocking Yejun through the lens and it only makes Yejun moan more. His hands start shaking.

"Just think," Kan says quietly, kissing first the head then down the length as he stares into the camera. "Later I'll use this video to get off, too. Maybe I will every night." With that, he goes back down on Yejun's cock and Yejun feels himself hit the back of Kan's throat. The image flashes through his mind of Kan, sometime later, in the dark, with a similarly flushed and needy face, stroking himself erratically with this same camera in front of him as he watches himself go down on-

And that's as far as he gets, his mind suddenly going very blank as his vision goes white. He thrusts into Kan's mouth one more time, his moans practically sobs as Kan continues to suck him slowly. When he finally opens his eyes, Kan is grinning in the screen of the camera and licking his lips.




From that day onward, Yejun was never able to get his picture taken without getting a hard-on.