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TANAKA KOKI, 23, designer
Of course there is an undeniable attraction between the designer and his model. It’s almost mechanical, you can’t really escape it. The relationship between the creator and his muse is an intense bond, even if try to deny it. It’s just there. It is just is. Inspiration, creation, the whole process is so intense in itself, anyway, so, yeah, you can say it’s a form of sexuality to me, a very intimate moment.
But, no, I wasn’t hitting on him.
JUNNO, 23, model
Definitely hitting on me.
TEGOSHI, 21, model
Boy the atmosphere was so weird when we came back for the measurements! For serious. The other designers, they were like leery old men, drooling over our bodies, like all they could think about was sex, I found it a bit disgusting, but maybe that’s just me. Koyama’s cool, though, he’s different. I feel at ease with him. I really do.
RYO, 25, model
I’m not gay. Everybody else is, but I’m not. I hope he’s not going to touch me in any bad place.
Before their time was up at Mood’s Kame had also managed to slip in a large piece of rusty colored leather without Ryo noticing. What was he going to do with it, or with the flowers, or the plushie material, he had no fucking idea.
His moment of high had passed and he’d slowly come crashing down by the time they returned to Parsons.
There was no way Ryo’d let him achieve what he wanted to do.
He had to meet with Ryo’s request no matter what, that was the challenge.
-So, are you going to take my measurements any time soon or are you waiting for me to do the work for you again?
Reacting by reflex to Ryo’s angry voice, Kame snatched his measuring tape from the table. Immediately, he resented himself for standing at attention to this guy’s every bark.
He didn’t want to touch him.
So he had to force himself, with much inner violence.
Win this challenge, Kame chanted to himself like a mantra as he started with the shoulders, you don’t want to go home, not because of Viper Tongue. You didn’t get the chance to prove yourself yet.
Yeah, so he was going to prove himself by satisfying this guy’s every whim. Great.
-Don’t try to palpate or anything, Ryo said in hushed tones when Kame measured the back’s length.
-What? Kame whispered back.
-You’re lingering way too much. I’m not gay. While you, obviously are.
Was this guy stupid or was he really trying to get the cameras’ attention for all the wrong reasons, at Kame’s expense?
Fortunately, the cameramen were at the other end of the workroom filming Nino whom they loved because of the young designer’s bitchy comments. As opposed to Kame’s situation, it seemed that it was Nino who made his model’s life miserable with snide remarks about his body’s proportions.
Kame was conscious of the danger that the cameras could be on their case like vultures as soon as Nino would get less inventive, but he couldn’t stop himself from hissing back to Ryo:
-And just what makes you think you’re my type?
-Well I know for a fact that you gays could jump anything, and I’m obviously hot according to any standard. Don’t deny you’re craving to suck my dick when you’re already in this position.
That last remark made Kame’s face burn: he was one knee down in front of Ryo to take up the measure of the leg’s length.
Ryo lowered his head so that his lips would be near Kame’s ear, and he added nonchalantly:
-Your head is well placed.
Ryo’s sideways smirk looked so contemptuous Kame wanted to punch him in the nuts. He kept on what he was doing, though; he had repeated these moves so often that they’d become as natural as breathing to him.
-You know, Ryo continued, I’ve been following the show up until now. You’re not doing so good, are you?
-Mind your own business, would you?
Kame’s gestures got rougher.
-Ooh, feisty. Maybe you should’ve shown them that side of yours to start with. Did you think your mousey ways would make you look likeable, somehow? I don’t think that was a wise move at all. You see this guy, right there?
With his chin, Ryo pointed at Pi fussing over his model, Jin, beside them.
-He’s got it all right. The personality, the catch phrases… People love him. He’s winning this, the whole thing, you know? You know that, right?
Kame knew. He still wanted to say something in return. If only to preserve the little spark of pride he was never aware he possessed before, no matter how weak his repartee could be, in this case.
-I don’t do “moves”. I’m not mousey. I’m just me. And I’m the one winning this thing, fuck you very much.
-Hey. Stop nudging me like that.
-What do you call “nudging”? I have to measure the crotch too, for the pants. If only you could stop fidgeting, I could easily get this over with…
-Are you doing this on purpose?
Right away, Kame sensed something wrong with Ryo’s voice. All of a sudden, he didn’t sound so cocky anymore. The tone he used could almost be described as “unsure”. Embarrassed.
Kame finally caught up with what his hand was feeling. Feeling up. His model sported a bona fide hard-on.
Holy neon cow.
And to make things worse, the cameras had left Nino’s desk and were dangerously coming their way.
-Try to hide it, idiot, uttered Kame between gritted teeth.
-How?
He sounded nearly as panicked as Kame was, which actually brought a silver lining to Kame’s despair.
-Pretend you’re lacing your shoes, how the fuck should I know?
-Lacing my… Do you see any form of laces, here? That’s the dumbest fucking idea I’ve ever…
-Just do it!
Ryo dropped down on one knee and started fiddling with his shoes, but it was already too late: one man from the staff had turned his head in their direction, and must definitely have noticed how they’d tried to keep their fighting down. Kame put on a smile which, he prayed, appeared relaxed, and at the exact second he was doing it, he knew he was making a huge mistake: it was a dead giveaway. He’d just given them the proof they needed. The man alerted his colleagues that something interesting might be going on, there. Kame saw the cameras turn and approach like monstrous cyclops. They were so fucked. Kame tried to think of something to say.
Euphemism: My model’s feeling a little uneasy right now…
Tearjerker: You see, my model, he’s got this physical condition…
Lame: Oh, that? Ryo just lost his contact lense…
No excuse was good enough. Ryo couldn’t keep futzing with his imaginary laces for ever. He would have to get up some time, and then explain. Or, worse, let Kame do the explaining. Nothing could prevent the oncoming disaster now.
-This is a complete DISASTER!
The piercing shriek coming from their side made the cameras pause for a moment and all the heads in the room turn.
-Fuck you, how could you forget the bag over there? There won’t be enough fabric to finish the outfit and cover your fat ass, we’re fucked!
Finally smelling juicy drama, the cameras turned to film Pi throwing a fit, his arms up in the air as if he were some kind of cartoon character. Excitement rose up amongst the people in the filming team, because this was great TV: get this shot, film it like this, and then we’ll stop the music here, and then edit this part and cover that part with beeps, and we’ll ask these questions later for the interview… Pi kept on yelling insults at Jin, who was trying to scrunch himself into a little ball, like big dogs act when they get scolded. However, in the end, Pi’s eyes fell on an unopened plastic bag underneath the table. After a little moment of silence, he shrugged:
-Oops. My bad. It was here all along.
Kame could perceive the lost of interest amongst the cameras. Juicy drama just turned into some gag scene that might eventually be used for the DVD bonuses, nothing more. Total disappointment. To be a good sport and to please them anyway, Pi added:
-Your ass is still fat, though.
But the effort went pretty much unnoticed. The cameras went back to film Koki and Junno, maybe to try to catch some flirting action.
A short while later when things had calmed down a bit, Kame went to see Pi to thank him for what he did.
-Don’t thank me, Yamapi said, pinching pins and needles between his lips, busy as he was adjusting the rough material for the pants on Jin. It really was just about the cameras filming me, not you. There’s no secret or magic trick, the more you get to be filmed, the more you get to be shown on TV in the end.
-Aouch, Jin cried.
-Ta-ta-ta, suffer in silence, my beauty.
-You used me, whined Jin, holding up his shirt to let Pi work and revealing a great deal of toned abs, to Pi’s obvious delight.
-Yeah well.
-Whatever the reason, Kame said, I’m grateful. It could have turned out really ugly without you.
Pi flashed his killer smile, looking a little sheepish.
-Huh. Right. About that.
He stood up and secretly slipped a little packet of something inside Kame’s hand.
-Your fairy godmother wants you protected, okay? It’s all fun and games until someone catches something nasty. Don’t do anything rash.
Kame froze when he understood what Pi was implying. In disbelief, he quickly took a look down to check what was in his hand. He must have looked really dumb then, because Pi started to laugh, as softly as he could.
Okay.
Condoms.
…wut.
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KOYAMA KEIICHIRO, 25, designer
The funny thing about this competition is, when you’re working on a project, the later it gets at night, the more you start to think, ah, what the hell. None of it makes sense anymore, and yet, you have to keep working. You don’t know why, you just have to. Wrong, right, good taste, bad taste, what the hell do you know, at this point? Your mind’s a mess, you need sleep, you want everything to be over. And the whole world is narrowed down to you and that piece of crap in front of you. And you better convince yourself that you love it. You have to love it enough to finish it, at all cost, put it on your model and present it to the judges. And after all that, even if you go home because of it, you still have to love it.
Because – I dunno who said this, but I know I heard it from someone somewhere - what is “you” is what remains after everything has been taken away from you. To me, that’s what it’s all about.
If you don’t love it, if you can’t live with it, this “you” that remains… then, excuse my French, you’re seriously *beep*ed. And I mean, not just for this competition.
YAMAPI, 24, designer
I just looove what I’m doing. And if the judges have a problem with hot pants on a man, who cares? I certainly don’t. If Tim Gunn says something, I’m making them even shorter. Snip, snip!
JIN, 25, model
What did we do during the break, huh?
Okay.
Good question.
What did we do during the break.
Huuuh.
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At least after what Kame could, from then on, refer to as the “boner incident”, he had been able to regain his personal space a little, since Ryo had scrammed straight away to the break room the production company had arranged for them, murmuring a faint apology and something about ginseng.
The hours went by, finding Kame fiddling with the unpromising navy blue cloth, sewing the plushie material in order to soothe himself a little, fiddling some more with the navy blue cloth, going back to sew the rusty-colored leather in order to find inspiration, etc. In the end, after leading himself on like this for a while, he had to come to the conclusion he really was procrastinating like crazy. The fabrics Ryo had picked hadn’t budged an inch, except for the many pins he’d randomly arranged through them, and the chalk marks he’d scribbled everywhere on them, pretending he was working on it, especially in front of the cameras, and when they’d turn their back he would just resume his work on his decadent outfit. He didn’t think. He didn’t even mean to slack like that on what he was really supposed to do, especially if it was to work instead on something he didn’t even plan on showing to Ryo, let alone the judges. But he felt like his fingers would fall off his hands every time he wanted to constrain them to make something of the bloody navy blue. As time kept on by, though, he was feeling tighter and tighter in his chest. The others went one by one to grab a quick bite for dinner in the cafeteria, he didn’t follow them.
In the late hours of the night, Ryo finally appeared. Kame suspected it must be in his contract, or maybe the staff had insisted he’d come back to Kame’s side, since all the other models had remained faithfully near their designers, even Matsujun, Nino’s martyr.
-So, how’s it going? Ryo asked.
Funny, maybe it was the exhaustion, but Kame almost heard sympathy in Ryo’s tone. Like he really wanted to know how Kame was, not just the outfit.
-Pretty good, lied Kame, bending over the navy blue fabric to hide the unfinished work, acting as if he was sewing something. I think we can do the fitting soon, he added.
-How about you take a break?
Kame thought he’d misheard.
-A break, repeated Ryo patiently. Don’t you want to take one? I know you’ve been working hard.
He looked like a whole different person. This Ryo was much kinder. Maybe the other one, Ryo the bastard, had been abducted by aliens. Who wanted to use him as a weapon of mass destruction of the universe. And then they had left an alien replica behind, but not a very good one. They had had the anatomy right, the teeth and the lips and the nose and the hot charcoal eyes, but it took real evil genius to replicate the bastard’s persona. Nice one, aliens. But Kame couldn’t be fooled.
-Thanks, but you see, I still have a lot of work to do…
-Listen, Ryo sighed, arranging himself in a sitting position on Kame’s working desk, just take this break, okay? You’re pushing too hard. I’ve had time to think about it, and I’ve realized that you didn’t need to put so much effort in it. Open your eyes, man. You can’t win this. I know you know it. I think it’s unfair to make you keep your hopes up like that.
The man had a knack for taking Kame’s breath away, but not in a good sense, obviously.
-B-but, Kame stuttered. The, the winning look will be featured in GQ… Your career…
-Yeah, yeah, “models, this is a competition for you too”, I know what Heidi usually says, but you see, with my looks, I can always find a contract. This gig is a mere bonus to me. You, on the other hand…. Well, this is pretty much your last chance, ain’t it? And, to be honest, I don’t think you’re going anywhere with it. Don’t take it bad, though. Consider that now you can finally relax. Finish this thing, I will try to work it as much as I can, and then it will all be over.
Just like that. Squished like an insect. He wanted to tell Ryo he was wrong, but the model’s words could almost have been his own. Ryo had to be right, otherwise, why had Kame been working on that stupid plushie material instead of doing his work like he should? It was because he had already thought, with accuracy, everything Ryo just put into painful words right then.
-Have you even realized that everyone else around you is gone? Ryo said in a lighter voice.
It was true, they were alone in the work room.
-So? Kame finally spoke with a croaky voice, after a moment of silence.
-They’re all gone. They’ve been gone for several minutes now. Don’t you think it’s weird?
Visibly, he knew something Kame didn’t. He had that smile on his face.
-So?
-There have been cuts in the budget, this season, channel’s order, so the filming crew is not complete, they’d had to lose a few people to meet ends. That’s why there are not as many cameras as usual. When they’d announced they were doing this overnight project, the production had had problems with the union, too. Work conditions and such, you know. So, as a sign of protest, they’re making a surprise strike and have stopped working, just when things are starting to get… interesting. Even Tim Gunn can’t come to check on what you all are doing, it’s no use, it wouldn’t be on tape.
-How do you know all this?
-Word gets around fast in here. I’ve been chatting to a few people while I wasn’t with you. But, anyway, that’s not my point. What I’m saying is, right now, nobody’s filming.
Perched upon the table, all dressed in black, sitting a little bent forward, with a smile that split his face from ear to ear, Ryo looked like something ominous, like a character from a theater play.
-So? Kame repeated, with a croakier voice.
-Of course you wouldn’t understand, how typical. So, where do you think everybody went? What do you think they’re doing as we speak?
It suddenly made sense to Kame, the over-the-top flirting all around the place, the condoms Pi gave him, Ryo being a little tamer than how he behaved this morning.
-Turns out even this season’s going to be the crappiest of them all, laughed Ryo, but at least some people are having fun in here.
Kame was starting to feel something like rage, but not the kind that pushes you forward. So yeah, he was a loser. Yeah, the whole show was going downhill. He just had to give up, everybody was asking him to. He’d give up alright.
-Okay, he said finally, let’s fuck.
-What?
Ryo’s stupid surprised face procured him a tad of contentment in his distress.
-You and I, let’s fuck. You were right, I need a break, something to relieve all this tension I’ve been feeling. I might have some hand cream somewhere. The whole school is empty, I’m sure we can find somewhere quiet too. Let’s try…
-Woah, woah, just hang on a second, did you forget I’m not…
-Yeah, you’re not gay, I know, I don’t care, I’m the one who’s gay, I would jump anything and you just happen to be there, I crave to suck your dick and all that, whatever. I’m not fucking you, if that’s what you’re worried about, I can be the bottom if you like. You’ll just have to pretend you’re having anal with a girl, you can call me other names or even “mama”, for all I care. Let’s do it, come on, I have protection, come on.
He said his piece in one go, barely taking a breath between the sentences, shooting words at Ryo like a machine gun, without emotion, and at the end producing Pi’s gift from his pocket and shoving it under Ryo’s nose.
They found an empty room quite easily, even though Ryo was being paranoid about bumping into his colleagues. As soon as they got there, not bothering to switch the lights on since it wasn’t completely dark inside, Kame told him to put a condom on while he prepared himself. He didn’t want to lose any time. After that, he had to work on the suit Ryo wanted, he had a lot to do since he’d slacked so much.
He undressed rapidly, took hold of his tube of hand cream and propped himself against a wall, not looking at what Ryo was doing. He reached behind himself and started the preparations, with practical, direct motions. He heard Ryo curse behind him, because he had already broken a condom at the first try.
-Fucking things don’t even work, the model grumbled, tossing the pieces away with disgust. Must be why I never use that shit.
He hadn’t undressed; he had his pants open and his penis was out, only half erect. The sight might have been almost comical if Kame wasn’t so humorless at this moment.
-All the more reason for you to wear it now, he replied. Here, give me one of these.
He got down on his knees in front of him, tearing the wrapping of one condom with his teeth.
-Here I am, about to suck your dick. I hope you appreciate the irony.
He started by a skillful hand job that got Ryo hard enough, and after he put the end of the condom in his mouth, he unfolded it in one go, while slowly taking all of Ryo’s length in, relaxing his jaw and throat muscles in the process. This little trick used to impress his former boyfriends. He drew his head back with a long suck while maintaining the condom in place with his hands. He couldn’t resist but take a look at Ryo’s expression after this little treat and was well-rewarded: the model was looking back at him with heavy-lidded eyes and open wet lips, as if he were high on some drug.
-I’m not done preparing yet, Kame said, getting up and going back against the wall. Just wai…hey!
Just as he was trying to push his fingers back in to continue, he felt Ryo pushing too and succeeding in sliding brutally inside.
-Wait, wait, Kame panted, trying to get used to that sudden intrusion. I wasn’t… I’m not…
The selfish bastard started moving without warning. Boy was he going rough at it. Kame didn’t mind, he decided rough suited him fine in this situation. He needed the pain. Ryo’s heavy breathing was warming his nape, making him sweat, Ryo’s clothes crumpled against his bare back, adding to the discomfort, but he was starting to get the feeling right. Drops of pre-cum mingled with sweat slid along his thighs. He arched his back a little, with a deep, animal sigh, pushing against Ryo as he thrust which must have pleased him, since he answered with a low groan and thrust some more, with renewed energy. Then the pleasure receded again, Kame wanted to touch himself to make it come back, but all of a sudden he felt a rush of icy air on his back, a breach in the heat their bodies’ friction had created: Ryo had chosen this moment to pull out with a loud gasp, as brusquely as he’d penetrated him.Dumbfounded, Kame fell on the floor, hard on his knees, with the shock.
-What… he started. Is everything… Did you come already?
Ryo didn’t reply. The small ray of light coming from the neon-lit corridor, through the door they’d left slightly open in their haste, outlined his profile in the semi-darkness of the room. It wasn’t much help for Kame to decipher his expression. Ryo disposed of the condom which he threw on the floor where it produced a nauseating wet sound, zipped up. Kame was blinded a moment by the light that gushed through the open door, and then Ryo was gone.
As he put his clothes back on, the only thought that went round and round in Kame’s head was,
This is what I wanted.
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KAMENASHI KAZUYA, 23, designer
The outfit is coming along pretty well.
I’m almost done.
It’s not exactly the vision I had in mind at the beginning.
It was, well, mostly, my model’s. Idea. Yeah.
But I’m satisfied.
I’m satisfied.
I hope the judges…
…I’m sorry. I… I can’t. Can we stop this, just a minute, please?
TO BE CONTINUED.
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Date: 2009-08-28 08:11 pm (UTC)This is a brilliant crossover, Project runway je style ftw. I just wanna give Kame a great big hug, low self esteem is a designer's worse nightmare.
Thank you dear!
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Date: 2009-08-29 07:06 am (UTC)this is addicting, seriously...
n ganbarre kame! XD
btw, thank you very much for sharing!^^
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Date: 2009-08-29 08:41 am (UTC)Will be waiting for the next update!
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Date: 2009-08-29 03:11 pm (UTC)i'm hanged...
lolzx
i like this so much that im addicted...
this is what im craving for...
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Date: 2009-09-01 04:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-08 01:17 am (UTC)