[Fanfic] Telephone
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raiu_deluxeTitle: Telephone
Pairing: Nissy/Shinjiro
Rating: Moderate
Warnings: Mild swearing, slight sexual nature
Summary: When the boys' plans take a turn for the worst, Shinjiro goes GaGa over Nissy's idea...
“Hello, hello, baby you called I can’t hear a thing
I have got no service in the club you see-see
Wha-wha-what did you say, oh you’re breaking up on me
Sorry I cannot hear you I’m kinda busy”
Nissy watched Shinjiro bouncing around the kitchen, singing at the top of his voice.
“You’re off key!” he shouted over the music.
Shinjiro smirked back. “Shut up!”
Nissy laughed. It was good to see him up and about again. He’d been suffering from flu for three weeks and Nissy, being the loyal boyfriend, had been his slave night and day. But he didn’t mind; he would have done anything for Shinjiro, even put up with his crazy Lady Gaga obsession.
Shinjiro was currently making pancakes to thank Nissy for his three weeks of service. Truth be told, Shinjiro was only really only unwell for the first week, he only pretended to get Nissy all to himself for a few weeks. Although while they spent a lot of time in the bedroom together, they didn’t get to do anything Shinjiro had been hoping for, not even when Nissy jokingly suggested he take Shinjiro’s temperature though the bottom way.
Watching Shinjiro’s buttle wiggle as he flipped a pancake just made Nissy giggle. He loved him. He was so head over heels that everything he thought sounded cheesy. He was also incredibly frustrated. With Shinjiro out of action for three weeks all he could do at night was crawl into bed and let his imagination (and his hand) wander. Today he convinced himself that the three week celibacy was over but instead he was about to eat pancakes…
“Awh crap!”
Or maybe not!
Shinjiro pulled a sad face as he looked to see his freshly made pancakes flat on the floor.
“Awh man!” he groaned. “And I was looking forward to those.”
Nissy, on the other hand, could barely hold back the laughter.
“Umm, I g-guess we could, um, j-just have something el-else?” he stammered, hoping he wouldn’t break a rib from trying not to laugh.
Shinjiro peeled the wasted food off the floor, frowning cutely. “I haven’t got anything else,” he mumbled.
“Cause I’m out in the club and I’m sipping that bub and you’re not gonna reach my telephone.”
Nissy smirked as he heard the song finish on the radio. He suddenly had an idea and he might finally get the chance to release that pent up frustration. He got up, hit back on the radio and started to sing.
“Hello, hello, baby, don’t worry about a thing
You suck at cooking pancakes any way-way”
Shinjiro laughed at Nissy’s impromptu lyrics.
“Wha-wha-what do you say about spending time with me?
I have got an idea that’ll keep us busy”
Giggling in disbelief Shinjiro followed Nissy into the living room, the music blaring around the house.
“Just a second I have got a game we’re gonna play
It’s time to get you more acquainted with the rules eh?
You have to sing along with anything you wanna say
And if you break this rule baby then you won’t get laid”
Shinjiro burst out laughing at the last line as Nissy grabbed him buy his belt, pulled him closer and started to unbuckle it.
“Shinjiro, Shinjiro, I just can take it anymore
Your clothes look best when they’re on the bedroom floor
Shinjiro, Shinjiro, please don’t make me wait anymore
We’ll fuck so hard, I’ll leave both of us so sore.”
Giggling, Shinjiro thrust his hips towards Nissy as his belt flew in another direction. He didn’t know what had come over Nissy but whatever it was he was loving it, and where it was going.
“We’re here all alone, no there’s no one home
So why don’t you touch my telephone?
Tell me hun, do you want some fun?
Do you want me to touch your telephone?”
Still singing in perfect tune, Nissy managed to relieve Shinjiro of his shirt before taking off his own. This was turning out to be more fun than he had originally thought. Shinjiro was grinding against him, smiling and giggling. Like he said before, there was nothing he wouldn’t do for him.
Shinjiro was loving the moment. He loved it when Nissy was spontaneous like this. But rather than letting Nissy have all the fun he decided to input a little verse of his own.
“Boy if you don’t speed up this song, we won’t be there no faster
Take my clothes of faster
Leave this room, go faster
Lets hope no one else comes home or this is a disaster
First let me undress ya, get rid of those pants yeah.”
Shinjiro tugged and Nissy’s pants fell to the floor before dealing with this own. Still dancing, both of them headed for the stairs while Nissy sang some more.
“Not like I don’t like it but your singing’s off key
And I am sick and tired of all this hip grinding.”
Shinjiro cut in.
“Then why the hell are standing down here and singing?
Get up the stairs for some dirty dancing.”
Grabbing Nissy by the hand, Shinjiro pulled him up stairs and into his bedroom before Nissy continued to sing.
“Shinjiro, Shinjiro, I just can take it anymore
Your clothes look best when they’re on the bedroom floor
Shinjiro, Shinjiro, please don’t make me wait anymore
We’ll fuck so hard, I’ll leave both of us so sore
Shinjiro, Shinjiro, I just can take it anymore
Your clothes look best when they’re on the bedroom floor
Shinjiro, Shinjiro, please don’t make me wait anymore
We’ll fuck so hard, I’ll leave both of us so sore.”
Nissy pushed Shinjiro on the bed and lay on top of him, stripping off both their underwear.
“We’re here all alone, no there’s no one home
So why don’t you touch my telephone?
Tell me hun, do you want some fun?
Do you want me to touch your telephone?
We’re here all alone, no there’s no one home
So why don’t you touch my telephone?
Tell me hun, do you want some fun?
Do you want me to touch your telephone?”
Shinjiro moaned feeling the skin contact. He could tell this one would be good, hell they’d been waiting three weeks. But before he could start, Nissy had to finish one thing.
“My telephone
My-my-my telephone
We’ve had our fun, now this song is done
So it’s time to make Shinjiro cum.”
Oh yeah, Shinjiro thought, that was gonna be a good one.
Pairing: Nissy/Shinjiro
Rating: Moderate
Warnings: Mild swearing, slight sexual nature
Summary: When the boys' plans take a turn for the worst, Shinjiro goes GaGa over Nissy's idea...
“Hello, hello, baby you called I can’t hear a thing
I have got no service in the club you see-see
Wha-wha-what did you say, oh you’re breaking up on me
Sorry I cannot hear you I’m kinda busy”
Nissy watched Shinjiro bouncing around the kitchen, singing at the top of his voice.
“You’re off key!” he shouted over the music.
Shinjiro smirked back. “Shut up!”
Nissy laughed. It was good to see him up and about again. He’d been suffering from flu for three weeks and Nissy, being the loyal boyfriend, had been his slave night and day. But he didn’t mind; he would have done anything for Shinjiro, even put up with his crazy Lady Gaga obsession.
Shinjiro was currently making pancakes to thank Nissy for his three weeks of service. Truth be told, Shinjiro was only really only unwell for the first week, he only pretended to get Nissy all to himself for a few weeks. Although while they spent a lot of time in the bedroom together, they didn’t get to do anything Shinjiro had been hoping for, not even when Nissy jokingly suggested he take Shinjiro’s temperature though the bottom way.
Watching Shinjiro’s buttle wiggle as he flipped a pancake just made Nissy giggle. He loved him. He was so head over heels that everything he thought sounded cheesy. He was also incredibly frustrated. With Shinjiro out of action for three weeks all he could do at night was crawl into bed and let his imagination (and his hand) wander. Today he convinced himself that the three week celibacy was over but instead he was about to eat pancakes…
“Awh crap!”
Or maybe not!
Shinjiro pulled a sad face as he looked to see his freshly made pancakes flat on the floor.
“Awh man!” he groaned. “And I was looking forward to those.”
Nissy, on the other hand, could barely hold back the laughter.
“Umm, I g-guess we could, um, j-just have something el-else?” he stammered, hoping he wouldn’t break a rib from trying not to laugh.
Shinjiro peeled the wasted food off the floor, frowning cutely. “I haven’t got anything else,” he mumbled.
“Cause I’m out in the club and I’m sipping that bub and you’re not gonna reach my telephone.”
Nissy smirked as he heard the song finish on the radio. He suddenly had an idea and he might finally get the chance to release that pent up frustration. He got up, hit back on the radio and started to sing.
“Hello, hello, baby, don’t worry about a thing
You suck at cooking pancakes any way-way”
Shinjiro laughed at Nissy’s impromptu lyrics.
“Wha-wha-what do you say about spending time with me?
I have got an idea that’ll keep us busy”
Giggling in disbelief Shinjiro followed Nissy into the living room, the music blaring around the house.
“Just a second I have got a game we’re gonna play
It’s time to get you more acquainted with the rules eh?
You have to sing along with anything you wanna say
And if you break this rule baby then you won’t get laid”
Shinjiro burst out laughing at the last line as Nissy grabbed him buy his belt, pulled him closer and started to unbuckle it.
“Shinjiro, Shinjiro, I just can take it anymore
Your clothes look best when they’re on the bedroom floor
Shinjiro, Shinjiro, please don’t make me wait anymore
We’ll fuck so hard, I’ll leave both of us so sore.”
Giggling, Shinjiro thrust his hips towards Nissy as his belt flew in another direction. He didn’t know what had come over Nissy but whatever it was he was loving it, and where it was going.
“We’re here all alone, no there’s no one home
So why don’t you touch my telephone?
Tell me hun, do you want some fun?
Do you want me to touch your telephone?”
Still singing in perfect tune, Nissy managed to relieve Shinjiro of his shirt before taking off his own. This was turning out to be more fun than he had originally thought. Shinjiro was grinding against him, smiling and giggling. Like he said before, there was nothing he wouldn’t do for him.
Shinjiro was loving the moment. He loved it when Nissy was spontaneous like this. But rather than letting Nissy have all the fun he decided to input a little verse of his own.
“Boy if you don’t speed up this song, we won’t be there no faster
Take my clothes of faster
Leave this room, go faster
Lets hope no one else comes home or this is a disaster
First let me undress ya, get rid of those pants yeah.”
Shinjiro tugged and Nissy’s pants fell to the floor before dealing with this own. Still dancing, both of them headed for the stairs while Nissy sang some more.
“Not like I don’t like it but your singing’s off key
And I am sick and tired of all this hip grinding.”
Shinjiro cut in.
“Then why the hell are standing down here and singing?
Get up the stairs for some dirty dancing.”
Grabbing Nissy by the hand, Shinjiro pulled him up stairs and into his bedroom before Nissy continued to sing.
“Shinjiro, Shinjiro, I just can take it anymore
Your clothes look best when they’re on the bedroom floor
Shinjiro, Shinjiro, please don’t make me wait anymore
We’ll fuck so hard, I’ll leave both of us so sore
Shinjiro, Shinjiro, I just can take it anymore
Your clothes look best when they’re on the bedroom floor
Shinjiro, Shinjiro, please don’t make me wait anymore
We’ll fuck so hard, I’ll leave both of us so sore.”
Nissy pushed Shinjiro on the bed and lay on top of him, stripping off both their underwear.
“We’re here all alone, no there’s no one home
So why don’t you touch my telephone?
Tell me hun, do you want some fun?
Do you want me to touch your telephone?
We’re here all alone, no there’s no one home
So why don’t you touch my telephone?
Tell me hun, do you want some fun?
Do you want me to touch your telephone?”
Shinjiro moaned feeling the skin contact. He could tell this one would be good, hell they’d been waiting three weeks. But before he could start, Nissy had to finish one thing.
“My telephone
My-my-my telephone
We’ve had our fun, now this song is done
So it’s time to make Shinjiro cum.”
Oh yeah, Shinjiro thought, that was gonna be a good one.
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Date: 2011-05-30 04:26 am (UTC)