A/N: If you haven't seen Shinsuke's entrance from Takeover: Brooklyn II...watch it. Now. Absolutely gave me chills! This part features the amazing violinist!
Lee England Jr. was utterly lost in the music, violin humming softly in his hands as he performed in front of over 15,000 people, when he locked eyes with the most beautiful, charismatic man he'd ever seen.
Everything inside of him wanted to freeze in that moment—but he couldn't. He had to keep playing, keep performing, keep honoring the amazing man who was standing right in front of him, giving him a look a unveiled admiration. Shinsuke's movements were like water, and he hovered in front of England for a long moment, their eyes still locked, his body flowing with the music, before turning away.
Lee could see strong emotion in the older man's eyes—excitement, nervousness, awe, and something completely undefinable. He wasn't sure what it was, exactly, but whatever it was made his heart race, and his blood turn to ice at the same time.
Nakamura entered the ring and posed to the crowd, throwing a sign of thanks to Lee that made him smile.
'It was my honor,' he thought, eyes grinning over the body of his violin. 'Good luck, Shinsuke Nakamura.'
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Although he was fiercely dedicated to Triple H—and marked out hard when he finally met him in person—Lee England found himself enraptured by Nakamura's match. Every near-fall had him sitting on the edge of his seat until, at last, Shinsuke got the pin on Samoa Joe, one...two...three.
Lee jumped from his chair, hugging the person nearest to him—who just happened to be one of the camera men from earlier who had filmed his performance. Although he had hoped to hide it, the violinist had tears in his eyes that he hadn't even been aware of.
"Amazing, isn't he?" the cameraman asked with a small smile; and Lee had the good grace to blush lightly. Since when was he ever so invested in another man? "You should congratulate him after the show...I'm sure he wants to thank you, as well. That was a hell of a performance."
Lee felt his heartbeat increase once again at the thought. "I...just might do that," he said absently, gaze returning to the large screen. Shinsuke was holding up the golden NXT title, bowing to the audience and reveling in his victory. His body language spoke of pure triumph.
"I just might go congratulate him."
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"You were...wonderful."
England hated himself for not coming up with something more eloquent (and for trembling like a little kid in front of their favorite superhero), but seeing Shinsuke Nakamura once again, up close, caused him to freeze up for the second time in one night. His mind, his body...everything simply stopped as he fell into Shinsuke's endless gaze, the two men standing face-to-face in the wrestler's locker room.
Shinsuke bowed formally, although a wicked smile was playing on his lips. Among his many other talents and gifts, Nakamura was incredibly observant as well.
"You were wonderful as well," Shinsuke remarked softly, taking a long step forward, nearly scaring the younger man out of his skin as he held out his hand. "Thank you for making my entrance...beautiful."
The way the word "beautiful" left Nakamura's lips reduced Lee's insides to a pile of mush. He knew this feeling, even though he didn't want to admit it to himself. And even as he took the offered hand, England could feel little bolts of electricity running over his skin where they touched.
'Shit.'
Lee England wanted to run away, but Shinsuke wasn't finished with him by a long shot, and the hand that grasped his own showed no signs of letting him go.
"Please, if you have time...Would you play a song, if I asked?"
Shinsuke's face was a mask of innocence as he made his inquiry, and England found himself unable to deny him the request.
"Of course...I'd be honored!" he replied truthfully. "What did you have in mind?"
Nakamura released him, and expertly took out his cell phone to find the sheet music. "It is a music-only piece from a super-star in Japan... It is called 'Story.'"
Lee smiled. "A super-star in Japan? Like you?"
The new NXT champion seemed pleased with the observation, and broke into a wide grin, eyes smiling as well. "Yes...Something like that."
The violinist took the phone carefully, uncasing his violin as he looked over the music on the small screen. It was a simple enough song, at first glance.
Standing very still, and forcing himself to temporarily forget the unforgettable man in front of him, Lee England closed his eyes and began to play.
Almost immediately, the sad beauty of the song wove its way around his heart, flooding his mind with images he didn't want.
He could see the story so clearly—his own, and many others—of love lost, love regained, love abandoned. Love understood. He could feel the pain the piece carried, and knew that in a few moments, if he wasn't careful, the sorrow of it all would overtake him, and drown him.
But there was hope as well; and just as the darkness of the music reached its crescendo, a small light burst through.
Love never dies.
Lee opened his eyes, and saw that Shinsuke wasn't even looking at him—he was swaying slowly, lost in the music, a small smile on his lips, a flush still on his face from the match. Determined to finish the song, England closed his eyes once more and powered through it, though tears once again found their way to his face.
As it ended, and the last few notes rang out in the empty room, Lee noticed first and foremost that it was completely silent in the rest of the building. Had everyone else gone home?
Secondly, when he at last opened his eyes again, he saw Shinsuke standing in front of him, staring intently.
Lee's first emotion was fear, followed closely by terror; and, instinctively, he took a step back.
But before he could retreat, Shinsuke had him by the arm that held the bow, and pulled the younger man in close. Too close. Lee could almost feel the other man's heartbeat.
"Thank you," the former IWGP Champion whispered, leaning in close, smiling internally as England flinched visibly. "You really are wonderful. As beautiful as any song."
Lee was mesmerized as Shinsuke brought their lips together, gently, but with great strength and urgency.
Once again, he was frozen; although now he had no time to wonder why. Shinsuke's lips were soft against his own, and when he felt the wrestler carefully take the violin out of his hands, England knew that he was reaching the point of no return.
He was gasping for breath as Nakamura took a step back, turned around, and placed the instrument reverently in it's case.
"I have to keep it safe," he explained, clicking the locks. "Because I am not very gentle...or so I am told."
The thrill Lee felt at Shinsuke's words was undoubtedly erotic, and it temporarily broke the spell. He could move again, thankfully, and the first thing he did was put some distance between himself and the wrestler...Although he had the distinct sense that, if he ran, Nakamura would chase him.
And catch him.
Again, the deep soul-shiver, and Lee England shook his head. "Wait, seriously...You and...me...?"
Shinsuke smiled manically and nodded. "If you want to," he said casually, although his body language was said that he was prepared to argue his point. "I just won a fun match...And although I will see Finn later tonight, I would also like to see you."
The emphasis that Nakamura put on the word "see" made it clear to Lee that the man wasn't talking about looking at all.
"Don't you want to see me too?" he asked coquettishly, licking his lips, as England felt his self-control slipping far, far away.
"I don't know, I...I just..."
"May I convince you?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Of course." Shinsuke's smile faded not a bit. "I mean, I am the strongest one here, but...I always ask permission before I play."
"Play..." England repeated the word, wondering if he could truly see random sex with a famous wrestler as simply as playing. "Won't they gossip about us?"
"So?" Nakamura opened his arms. "Kiss me again, and then tell me your decision, okay?"
With a slow nod, Lee let Shinsuke approach him—and he cried out in surprise and a little pain as the man pushed him hard, back first, against a wall. The Japanese wrestler raised an eyebrow. That cry sounded dangerously close to a moan.
"Damn," Lee whispered, as Shinsuke went to work, his long fingers keeping him steady as he gripped his arms. The violinist could feel Shinsuke's long leg make its way between his own; and when that same knee that not long ago nearly knocked a man out gently nudged his growing hard-on, Lee could feel his head swimming.
Before he could stop himself, he was gripping Nakamura's upper arms in return, holding on for dear life as the wrestler's mouth claimed his.
"So sexy," Shinsuke grinned, tongue delving into Lee's mouth with reckless abandon. His long hair tickled the younger man's face, and Shinsuke could feel the tenseness of his limbs. "Afraid?" he asked with a smile.
"Hell yeah," England gasped as Nakamura went to work on his neck, licking and nipping at a spot that made him moan loudly and lean into the professional wrestler's solid frame. Shinsuke repositioned Lee so his arms were around the taller man's neck, and in one fluid motion wrapped the violinist's leg around his waist.
In this position, it was too easy for Lee to feel Shinsuke's massive erection, straining as it was against his tight, red-leather pants.
"Don't fuck me too hard," he gasped, and Shinsuke only smiled in answer.
All at once, however, the pair could hear footsteps just outside the door.
"Anyone in here?" a voice asked tentatively, and Lee England felt his heart stop.
But Shinsuke Nakamura was a pro. Effortlessly, he disengaged from the younger man, and straightened out his clothes.
"Next time," he whispered to Lee, smiling as a security guard informed them that the building was closing in 10 minutes. Nakamura nodded graciously, and held open the door for England to leave.
"We will have to finish later," he half-whispered, half-hissed as England walked by him in a daze.
For his part, Lee was still stunned at it all, although he was grateful for the interruption. As he watched Shinsuke walk away, that ever-present seemingly-drunken swagger in his step, England was certain that, while he would do everything in his power to avoid being trapped in a small room with a wrestler again, he would without a doubt see Shinsuke Nakamura.
Preferably sooner rather than later.
Next part up soon, hopefully!
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