Too Deep
So, I have recently become a massive shipper of Nakamura/Okada (Nakada, I think the ship is called?)-I've seen pictures of them together, and yes I know they're just friends (they're both in loving relationships with ladies, after all), but if you squint...yeah, there could be a romance there. Or as you see here, a shedload of sexual tension. Once again, rated M for smut. I had intended for this to be a longer story (it may yet be, I had mapped out an idea where they fall in love but one of them gets scared and...well, as I said, maybe that will still happen.), but for now, just enjoy the sexiness. And please review! :) Ellen
Inspired by, and featuring lyrics from, th song of the same name.
'Come take my body and my blood,
Like some final communion,
'Cause a touch from you could make a soul right,
Could make my soul right.
I'm gonna dive, not coming up;
I wanna drown me in your love.
When I go too deep I don't wanna rise,
No, I don't wanna rise...'
Shinsuke couldn't really remember when his feelings towards Kazuchika changed. They had known each other for years, when Kazu was just a rookie starting out, a 'young boy'. He'd watched him grow and evolve into the Rainmaker, one of the top stars in New Japan.
Kazu was one of his closest and most beloved friends.
But then, somehow, everything was altered.
It all started off innocently enough. They were teaming against Hiroshi Tanahashi and Tetsuya Naito at the NJPW Road To Tokyo Dome event, in what turned out to be a very intense, gruelling match,ending in a draw.
Before the match even got started, the four combatants standing in the ring, Shin leaned back to speak to Kazu, to wish him luck, to tell him to fight hard, he couldn't remember anymore. Before he could even speak, Kazu had reached forward, smiling, and his fingers brushed his forearm.
It was by no means the first time Kazuchika had touched him, whether accidentally or on purpose, but for some reason, it felt different. It felt more than affectionate. At least, more than 'just good friends' affectionate.
Because the moment Kazu's fingers made contact with his skin, Shinsuke felt a shiver run up his spine. The kind of shiver usually reserved for the touch of a lover.
What?
No. No. No.
He was imagining it. It was crazy, ridiculous. Kazu was his friend. His male friend.
And Shinsuke was not gay. Absolutely not.
Refusing to entertain this insanity any further, Shinsuke brushed off Kazu's touch, choosing to ignore the flash of hurt in the younger man's face.
They had a match to concentrate on...
/
Things appeared to return to normal after that. Kazu was treating him the same as he always had, and Shinsuke convinced himself that it had all been his imagination. Of course it was. He in no way had feelings for one of his best friends, just as Kazu in no way had feelings for him.
And then, two weeks later, they had a tag team rematch against Tanahashi and Naito. A few minutes in, Kazu, the legal man at the time, went for a sliding dropkick on Tanahashi but accidentally nailed Shinsuke with it, knocking him out of the ring and onto the floor. As Kazu tried to attend to his partner, Tanahashi hit him with an enzuigiri, then pinned him after landing his patented High Fly Flow.
Tanahashi and Naito had left the ring when Shinsuke got back in, which might have been fortunate. He looked furious.
Kazuchika tried to explain, but Shinsuke didn't want to hear it. He was angrier than was normal, he felt like he wanted to hit Kazu, hurt him. And that wasn't like him. Mistakes happened in the ring all of the time, it was just that: a mistake. An accident.
So why was his blood boiling? Why was he shaking so hard?
Turning his back to Kazu, he stormed out of the ring and up the ramp, trying to understand this reaction, why he was feeling like this. Trying to once again convince himself that it wasn't his feelings bursting to the surface again.
He'd only just entered his dressing-room, when Kazu came crashing in, face red. Now he looked angry as well.
'What is your problem?!' Kazuchika snapped. 'That was an accident, you know it!'
Shinsuke tried to wave him away, suddenly feeling like there wasn't enough space in this room since Kazu had walked into it. He felt stifled, like he couldn't breathe.
'Go away.' He said harshly. 'Leave me alone.'
But Kazuchika would not be deterred. Grabbing Shinsuke's arm, he forced him to face him.
'Something's wrong with you.' He retorted. 'It's been wrong for weeks. You're acting weird.'
'Kazuchika,' Shin said slowly. His blood was roaring in his ears, to the point where he could barely hear what Kazu was saying. The moment he touched him, he felt it again, that feeling of significance, that telltale shiver. It felt like things had been building right to this moment, and he couldn't begin to entertain the possibility of what it could mean.
'Please go.' His voice sounded pleading, even to his own ears. 'Please, Kazu...'
And then Kazu's fingers brushed his forearm again, and Shinsuke snapped. With all the force he could muster, he shoved Kazuchika back against the door, and the younger man bounced off it. He looked afraid now, his hand lifting to rub the back of his head where he'd bumped it.
'You're crazy.' He gasped. 'What's wrong with you?'
Shin couldn't speak. All he could do was look at this young man, who had been his friend for so long. This young man, with whom he had fought and teamed all over Japan.
And all he wanted right now was...
He didn't even let himself complete the thought. He was on Kazu in an instant, pinning him against the door. And before there could be any protests or second thoughts, he kissed him. Hard. Like he was pouring his entire being into one kiss.
In a way, he was.
Kazuchika stiffened for an instant, but just for an instant. And then, with a soft sigh, he responded eagerly, his hands in Shin's hair, then sliding over his chest, tugging at his t-shirt, gliding under it, hands on bare skin.
Oh god.
This was wrong, Shinsuke thought. But it felt so right.
The kiss deepened, tongues venturing out to probe each other's mouths. It was like they'd been kissing forever, it didn't feel like the first kiss at all. Shin could feel himself becoming aroused, his leather pants tightening substantially around his growing erection.
He didn't care. He didn't care, it was so wonderful, he'd have him, right here on the damn floor, if need be...
And then he heard Kazu moan, felt him grind his own arousal against him, and the spell shattered. Shinsuke practically threw himself across the room, gaping in horror at Kazu, whose face was flushed, whose hair was tousled.
Who was very, very erect.
But so was Shinsuke himself.
No. No. What was he doing?
Kazuchika tried to reach out to him, tried to reassure him that this was okay. But it wasn't. How could it be? They were both men.
They were friends.
Or, they had been.
How could they be friends after this?
'Shinsuke, please..' But Shin pushed him aside, and fled, heart pounding.
What had he done?...
/
'You and Kaz are not talking?' It was Nobuo Yoshihashi, another of Shin's longtime friends, who noticed something was amiss first. Of course, it was-Nobuo was one of the most observant people he had ever met.
No, he had not spoken to Kazuchika since...
Since he had single-handedly destroyed their friendship in one moment of madness.
He couldn't get that kiss out of his head, replayed it over and over in his mind. Every single second of mindless, frenzied need.
He hadn't wanted to stop. And if he hadn't...
What would he have done?
What would they have done?
Trying to appear casual to his friend, Shinsuke shrugged. 'It's fine.' He replied shortly. 'We don't have to talk all the time.'
'Kazu seems really upset.' Nobuo told him, which made Shin feel even worse. He hadn't meant to hurt Kazuchika, but what had happened was a mistake. No matter how wonderful it had felt at the time, it was...wrong.
Shinsuke was not homophobic, certainly not, but while homosexuality was not illegal in Japan, it was still not as widely accepted as it was in other countries. And here, in this badass, masculine world, it had been viewed as odd enough when Shin had ditched his black tights and emotionless persona for an unspiked mohawk and red leather and integrated his classical ballet training into his entrance.
If people here knew he and Kazu had kissed, that good god, they had almost...
Wouldn't they be shunned, rejected?
He didn't want that. Not for him or Kazuchika.
The problem was, how could they pretend it had never happened? Could they do it?
Could they ever go back to how things were?
And, a treacherous, impossible thought occurred to him: did he want them to?
/
Kazuchika's locker-room door was open, but Shin knocked anyway, hand trembling. He needed to at least attempt to put things right between them.
When there was no answer, Shinsuke entered, looking around for the younger blond. Kazu's colourful robe was draped over a clothes hanger, his boots and trunks on the bench next to it, and then he heard the sound of running water, and groaned inwardly.
He was taking a shower.
Why Kazuchika had left the door open when he was in the shower was something Shin wasn't entirely surprised about. Kazu was not the shyest of people when it came to his body, and felt that locked doors were an unnecessary evil.
Funny-people lauded Shinsuke for his confidence and charisma, but in a way, Kazu was even more confident than he was.
He had come here to try to make things right, but suddenly, all Shin could see or picture was Kazuchika standing under the shower, naked, water running down his body.
Horrified, Shinsuke realized the thought was arousing him.
What was wrong with him?
He had come here to talk to Kazu, maybe try to repair their friendship, and now...
And then it hit him. Maybe he'd always known.
He didn't want to be Kazuchika's friend anymore.
He just wanted him.
He wanted to be with him.
Perhaps, deep down, he had always wanted to be with him. It explained why he'd always wanted to be close to him, always around him. But he had never thought it was because he was attracted to him.
Suddenly, it didn't matter that Kazu was a man, or that they had been friends for so long. Suddenly, all that mattered was the heat burning its way to Shinsuke's loins, the desire that he couldn't control.
Slowly, as if guided by someone else, Shin turned and locked the door, all the while aware that this, what he was about to do, would definitely mean their freindship was over. There would be no going back.
Because he planned to do a lot more to Kazuchika tonight than just kiss him.
He stripped, leaving his clothes in a heap outside the shower door. Through the steamed up glass, he could make out the contours of Kazu's body, and the burning heat in his loins became an inferno.
Still, for a moment, he hesitated. He had never been with a man, had never wanted to. This would change everything, and not just between them.
But...he wanted this. He wanted to touch him, hold him.
To hell with it.
Kazuchika turned, eyes widening in shock as a naked Shinsuke stepped in to the shower.
'What-?' He got no further, as Shin wordlessly slammed him into the shower wall, and kissed him, hungrily, passionately. Kazu responded at first, his mouth opening to accept Shin's kiss, hands entwining in his dark hair, and then he was pushing him away, breathing hard.
'No.' he said roughly. 'Not if you're going to run away again.'
Shinsuke was already soaking wet, black hair plastered to his face, water running in rivulets down his body. He was fully aroused now, his whole being aching for this beautiful, angry man in front of him.
He smiled. 'Shut up, Kazu. Kiss me.'
Kazuchika gaped at him for a moment, as if believing he'd misheard, and then Shinsuke was being slammed against the other side of the shower and their lips crashed together again.
It was wild, rough, their mouths open, tongues exploring, hands everywhere. Shinsuke's head was spinning; it had never felt like this with any woman he had ever touched. This was the kind of need that could make a man explode.
And speaking of explosion...
Kazuchika's hips grinded against him, and he could feel how turned on he was as well, and then, his hand, his warm, wet hand, wrapped around Shinsuke, stroking him slowly.
Shin moaned loudly at the contact, his head falling back, hips bucking instinctively against Kazu's exquisite touch. Slow at first, he gradually increased the speed, until Shinsuke was pretty much reduced to a gibbering mess. Then he reached out, mindless, needing Kazu to feel this too, and his hand found his erection, and began to mimic his movements.
Kazuchika cried out softly, as they stroked each other, their free hands still running over their bodies, squeezing a shoulder, tweaking a nipple. They were grinding against each other in an erotic dance, legs braced against the wall.
Shinsuke couldn't remember who he was, where he was. The only thing he knew was how amazing this felt, how beautiful Kazu looked when he was lost in lust, as Shin himself was. When they weren't sharing sloppy, needy kisses, they were panting, groaning into each other's mouths, as they carried each other to their peak.
Kazuchika came first, groaning Shinsuke's name as his body shook, burying his face in his neck, mumbling words that might have been a declaration of love, Shinsuke was too far gone to tell, or care. . It took him a little longer but then he too climaxed, knees buckling as he shouted out his pleasure. It was a long, almost painful orgasm, streams of his seed mingling with Kazu's on the wet floor.
Afterwards, they stood there, trembling, hands gently stroking over each other's skin, Kazuchika pressing a soft kiss to the side of Shinsuke's shaved head.
'Stay with me.' he whispered. 'Please stay with me.'
And how could Shinsuke refuse?
How could he ever refuse?