Current location:	Playing ping-pong with my muse
Current mood:	energetic
Current music:	Pinky - Akanishi Jin

[humor] Youtube
Name: Youtube
Author: hikaru_maxwell
Pairing: Akanishi Jin/Yamashita Tomohisa
Rating: PG-13, humor!fic
Disclaimer: I don't own them, if I did, I wouldn't write fanfic, I'd take pictures....
Note: Plunnied and beta-read by s7nluv. This is my first fic in JE fandom, so if you want to concrit, please bring it fast and hard, 'cause I like it rough.

Soft strains of an electric guitar sounded in the still air, barely audible above the clicking of keys and the sighs, as the myriad artists of Johnny's Entertainment spent their break time surfing the internet, or writing emails to friends across the world. One such boy was staring intently at the monitor before him, concentration written on his face.

"Why are you watching yourself on Youtube? Do you...get off on it?" The voice came from above and behind him, as a head covered in thick, dark hair situated itself over his shoulder.

Jumping slightly, the older singer leapt forward, covering the screen with his body in an attempt to block the other's view. "Who says I'm watching myself on Youtube?"

A sideways glance at the other occupants of the room reassured him that his particular habit had gone unnoticed, and only the speaker had seen. Maybe he could get away with playing dumb. Then again, was his luck ever that good?

The voice chuckled in his ear, the breath tickling the short hairs situated there, "Your speakers are still on."

"Oh, shit." In his rush to turn off the external speakers on his PC, the boy knocked the laptop over, causing the music to blare louder, and the heads of his fellow Johnny's members to turn and look at the two with expressions ranging between annoyance and amusement. Laughing nervously, the embarrassed singer righted the computer, and closed the lid. "It must be your imagination."

A thinly-arched eyebrow was his companion's answer as the younger boy reached around him, pressing chest to back as thin fingers slid down his arms, over suddenly trembling hands and onto the cold metal surface of the object.

The boy froze, tension practically dripping from his pores as full lips pressed themselves to the shell of his ear, distracting him. At that crucial moment, the black laptop was pulled from his grasp and flipped open to reveal a video of himself performing a solo from a few years back, bright lights, screaming fans and all.

"All in my head was it?" The strong arms locked themselves around the other boy's body, and the younger boy nuzzled the hair just behind his ear before whispering, "You know, you really need to get laid, if you're starting to become attracted to yourself."

And as quickly as he had come, the other boy was gone, out the door and down the corridor, leaving a stunned performer and the remnants of his laughter behind.

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