writetomyheart | The BL drama fic

I'm sorry it took me so ridiculously long to find the time for this drabble!

Hokuto/Jesse, ~620w, it would probably count as "Teen and upper audiences" on Ao3.

This is my way of manifesting for a bl drama for Hokuto and Jesse. Please, universe, I just want to watch Hokuto kissing a guy. Surely that's not too much to wish for? Right?

“Take off your clothes,” Hokuto said again, his voice intentionally husky as he backed away from Jesse, grabbed on the edge of the kitchen island and jumped up to sit on it. He almost forgot his next line in his relief of not falling from the edge again, and the words came out like an afterthought. “I… I want to watch.”

“Really, Kentaro. Here?” Jesse said, his eyes a dark mixture of lust and amusement.

“Here,” Hokuto confirmed, glancing down like he was trying to cover up a creeping blush. “I mean, I’ve waited long enough, haven’t I? It’s not fair that you’ve seen me naked but I haven’t-” his breath hitched, interrupting his sentence, when Jesse grabbed his knees and spread them apart so he could stand between Hokuto’s legs.

“I took you for more of a bedroom type of guy,” Jesse said, dragging a slow fingertip up Hokuto’s neck. Hokuto tilted his head back, letting his mouth open nervously and breathing in shakily enough that it would definitely show on screen. Jesse leaned in and pressed his mouth on Hokuto’s neck right under his ear, licking and mouthing on the tender skin, and damn how hot it would have been if there weren’t a dozen other people in the room.

“Sho,” he whimpered, closing his eyes.

“Cut,” the director called. Both looking at her expectantly, Jesse dropped his hands and stood straight while Hokuto rolled his shoulders. “Jesse-san, try moving your hand to Matsumura-san’s waist when you step to him. Pull him closer towards yourself.”

“Please don’t let me fall,” Hokuto muttered when Jesse did as he was told, placing his hand on Hokuto’s waist and tentatively pulling them together.

“I would never,” Jesse murmured back while the director discussed something with the cameraman, and someone adjusted the lights of the set. Hokuto’s belly fluttered with hopelessly stupid butterflies. Jesse was always kind to him, but for the past two days of drama filming the sweet-talk had been elevated to a whole new level. Professional as ever, Jesse never crossed any serious lines, and he carefully separated himself from the character as one should. Yet there was something different. Maybe it was the physical closeness, the way Jesse said the familiar nice things while holding Hokuto unusually close in his arms. Like at the moment, with his nose almost touching Hokuto’s cheek and his lips just a few centimeters away from Hokuto’s.

No way, he wasn’t going to go there. He was not thinking about Jesse’s lips. He didn’t need to think about Jesse’s lips yet. They weren’t going to film the kiss until after lunch break. Besides, he already knew how they felt on his own, because they filmed the first kissing scene yesterday. It had been in the same set, with Jesse pinning him against the fridge door and cradling his head with his big, warm hands and the long fingers that tangled into Hokuto’s hair while his lips moved against Hokuto’s hungrily, with intention, like thought he had every right to kiss the man in front of him. Jesse’s lips had no business being so unnecessarily soft at this time of the year. Hokuto’s own lips were constantly chapped due to the dry winds of winter. It was unfair and embarrassing, and- he was definitely thinking about Jesse’s lips again.

“Let’s take it one more time from the beginning,” the director yelled so everyone in the room heard. “Action!”

“Take off your clothes,” Hokuto said and took a step back from Jesse, trying to stare at Jesse’s eyes instead of his lips as he jumped back to sit on the kitchen island. “I… I want to watch.”