[Pin] "Stranger Than Fiction"
Title: Stranger Than Fiction
Authors: tinyangl & 4-03-am
Genre: humor/romance
Rating: R.
Pairing: Yamapi/Jin
Disclaimer: Pin belong to JE, and Hamlet to Shakespeare.
Summary: Yamapi learns never to cross drunk men at the park after dark. Also, his best friend has an emo-kid fetish. :\
It was a dark night and the park was empty. Yamashita Tomohisa was sitting in one of the swings, dragging his feet on the ground. The lights were barely on and he was sure that no one could see him-he was dressed in black from head to toe-unless they looked really hard. And he liked it that way. This was his sanctuary from the rest of the world. The world that was so weary, stale, so flat and unprofitable, like an unweeded garden, possessed merely by things gross and rank in nature-like cockroaches, whipped cream, and people who looked like skeletons. Fie on it! Fie! He didn't want to be seen right now by any of the occupants of such a world when he was so deep in thought, pondering the uselessness of existence and his current lack of dairy products to sate his rumbling stomach. Oh, how he wished his too, too sullied flesh to melt, thaw and resolve itself into cheese…
He kicked his feet off the ground and the momentum of the swing going back and forth somewhat calmed his nerves. At least that's how it had been until he could hear strains of someone walking closer and closer and their terrible out of tune singing. Tomohisa flinched, hoping that the person wouldn't come any closer and interrupt his brooding. Focusing his mind into one thought, Tomohisa tried to mentally beam a message of ‘go away, go away’ to the stranger. He cursed his lack of telekinetic powers when he noticed no change in the intruder’s direction. Perhaps if the person didn't hear sounds of something, he or she wouldn't try to follow the noise and look for another human being. Planting his feet into the ground, he stilled the swing, effectively, silencing the creaking chains.
To his dismay, Tomohisa watched as the stranger drew closer, swaying from side to side a little, and almost tripping over his own feet. He plopped himself down on the empty swing beside Tomohisa without a word and continued to sing some foreign song off key. Tomohisa was confused, and a little bit panicked. He didn't know whether he should run for it in case this man turned out to be an axe murderer or if he should just stay put-dammit, he was there every night, it was his park, it was his spot, he got there first. He fumed silently to himself and wondered what he'd done to the world to ever deserve this? Why did the world hate him so? Why did he have to suffer the slings and arrows of such outrageous fortune?
Tomohisa gripped on the chains of his swing, hoping that the stranger would just pass out and then he could just push the guy out of the way. His wishes weren't met as the stranger turned to look at him, blinking repeatedly as though he didn't seem to process that there was someone next to him. Tomohisa wanted to growl, but that would lead to a possible conversation. Instead, he turned his head away, trying to focus on an empty spot beside him and wonder why he was being made to bear such fardels under a weary life. But the stare of the stranger's eyes just wouldn't go away and Tomohisa wanted to scream at how unlucky he was at this point and why was he the one being stared at? Why was life so unfair?
"You know," the stranger said abruptly, startling Tomohisa. "Life is so unfair."
Tomohisa wondered if his ears had become defunct. Did this guy just say what he thought he said? What was he-telepathic? Could he read minds? If so, then he already knew that Tomohisa thought he was being quite an itch in the fundament and if he really were an axe-murderer, then Tomohisa's ass would be so screwed.
"Why can't a man just get laid without having to think so much about it?"
Tomoshia sat up with a start as the stranger's voice broke his reverie. What the hell kind of question was that? This guy was piss drunk and maybe even missing half a brain. Who knew what kind of things these insane-type people were capable of! The way Tomohisa saw it, since the world already hated him, if he already considered the possibility of getting murdered in the hands of some raving lunatic tonight, then it would probably happen.
"I mean, I'm hot. I'm sexy. I'm definitely a good lay. Where the hell's the problem?" The stranger rambled on, and he kicked his feet off the ground, trying to swing back and forth but only managing to fall off the swing. He started laughing hysterically as his bottom hit the ground with a loud thud, and Tomohisa was crossed between the feeling of laughing out loud or just staring in sheer astonishment. He decided to go with neither and just rolled his eyes. The stranger looked up and Tomohisa could vaguely make out the widened eyes and slightly hazy expression on his face. "I don't think life is fair." He said quietly, almost to himself as he pulled himself back onto the swing.
Tomohisa rolled his eyes again. What a common expression! The world already knew this so why was this guy just repeating knowledge that he knew better than anyone. Shaking his head, he got up to leave. There was no point in staying in the park where he searched for quiet and some guy was destroying that. He didn't get far when suddenly the stranger grabbed him by the arm.
"Don't leave," the man said, no note of plea present in his tone.
Tomohisa glared at the hand attached to his wrist, then at its owner. Despite it being his best glare, it did nothing to faze the man, who merely smiled at him, with a tilt of his head indicating they go back to the swings. Tomohisa clicked his tongue and shook himself free from the man's grip, turning to leave as soon as possible. If 'd known earlier that he'd get stuck with some psycho-freak at the park, he'd never have even come-he'd have been fine sitting in the corner of his room, with the lights turned off, and listening to music about the unfairness of the world and how it hated him. Lost in his thoughts, Tomohisa was caught completely off guard as the same hand grabbed at his wrist again and pulled, causing him to tumble back and crash into the drunk guy, toppling them both over.
Tomohisa grumbled angrily at the position he was in. He hated that he was in this situation and that he was now being manhandled by someone he didn't even know, much less trust to even touch him. He moved to push off of him, but the stranger wrapped his arms around Tomohisa and refused to let go. When Tomohisa looked the other man in the face (he had been more focused on a point to the side of the male's face), he was now smirking. "I don't usually let strangers onto my lap on the first date, but I suppose I'll make an exception for you."
Tomohisa glared and gritted his teeth. "Let. Go. Of me."
The stranger shook his head. "Did you know that you're pretty?" he wrapped a strand of Tomohisa’s dark hair around one of his free hands and muttered as he held it to his lips, "So pretty…I almost thought you were a girl. Go figure that you happened to be a guy. I was hoping I'd get laid tonight."
Tomohisa froze and his eyes widened at the thought. Forget axe-murderer; this drunk was obviously a rapist! To his horror, Tomohisa realized his hands were pinned to his sides, and guy sitting on his thighs had successfully immobilized his legs as well. He looked up at the empty swing above his head, not meeting his assailant’s eyes. The swing swayed back and forth, back and forth like a pendulum and Tomohisa wondered if he should try screaming at the top of his lungs or if that would be too girly of him. Then again, seeing as how the world already hated him so much, no one would probably hear him anyway.
He could still feel the gaze of the stranger and his breath against his neck. Tomohisa turned to look him in the eyes and immediately regretted it. Why was that guy looking at him like that? And despite the fact that he knew he should've looked away, he just couldn't anymore. There was something in his eyes-a hint of loneliness, desperation, and maybe a suggestion of predilection for yoghurt-and the gaze had definitely locked Tomohisa in. He thought that maybe this guy could've understood him a lot more than he seemed and then lips covered his own and he thought otherwise. Because if this person knew him, understood anything about him, he would not be kissing him right now. Not at all. Not trying to pry open his lips as though he was searching for an answer inside his mouth. Tomohisa pushed the male from his face, turning his head to the side and trying to shove off the stranger from his body.
"You don't kiss people you meet randomly in the park," Tomohisa hissed, not wanting to face him, in fear that there'd be a repeat performance.
The man only laughed in response, the sound prickling Tomohisa's skin like a thousand pins. He clenched his jaw and arched his body up violently, trying to throw the man off him. His feeble attempts at freeing himself ended in failure, and suddenly there was a warm hand on his abdomen, making quick work of his belt and zipper, and slipping into his boxers. Shock froze Tomohisa's body and before he could tell the asshole to get the hell off, the hand was gripping him firmly, stroking slowly, applying pressure, and fingertips were running up and down his length in spidery touches, making the rest of his body go lax.
Tomohisa would've thought about this situation. About how sucky it was, how the fates had set their single eye on him, and just his luck that he'd be the one pretty much being raped by some drunk dude who was only sore after having been dumped by some girl... Or was it girl. He had assumed girl. But wait, none of this mattered because he wasn't thinking. His mind was blank. And all he did was feel. Feel one of the male's hands on him and still stroking, going slowly, oh so torturously slowly. Tomohisa arched up, gasping, and jerked his hip into the man’s hand when he suddenly felt the man’s mouth on his neck, a moist tongue wetting skin.
"I don't even care that you're a dude," the stranger whispered-
**
"Jin. No," Yamapi snapped as he looked away from the sheets in front of him. He had been forced by Jin to read some sort of story and only found, to his horror, that Jin was now, not only a Pin fangirl-never mind the part that he was basically shipping themselves together-but that he had now gotten to the point that he was writing fanfiction about them. What was this? Did sending Jin to America cause this? Because he'd want to find and hunt the person who even showed Jin fanfiction.
Jin pouted. "Don't stop reading now! You're almost up to the best part!" He started pointing at the line that Yamapi had stopped at.
Yamapi raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly down at Jin from his seat on the couch. "You want me to read fanfiction that you wrote?" He asked, just to reconfirm. “About us? Doing it at the park?”
Jin grinned at him, taking the sheets from his hands and leaning over to rest his elbows on Yamapi's legs from his position below Yamapi's seat on the couch. "It's not fanfiction because it's me. Writing about us."
“Tch. Bakanishi. I don’t even-” Yamapi paused, mid-tirade. “Why are you a rapist? Why am I portrayed as some depressed little loser kid? Does this have something to do with your goth-girl-emo-kid-whatever fetish?” He snatched the papers from Jin’s hand and made to tear them up in to little pieces-and perhaps feed those to Jin so no one ever got to see them. “Why are you even writing this garbage?”
Jin grabbed the papers before Yamapi could cause any damage. “It’s not garbage. Fanfiction is a form of literature,” he said, in a voice so low, Yamapi had to lean forward a bit to catch it. Jin grinned and shifted himself so his face was positioned between Yamapi’s knees. Yamapi was about to ask exactly what special brand of drugs Jin was on, but right then, Jin decided to run his tongue across his bottom lip, wetting it slightly and making it glisten. Yamapi could feel his breath catch as he stared into Jin's eyes, who was peering up at him from under half-lidded eyes, gaze dark, and heavy. "Besides. It’s not completely fiction, is it?" Jin asked with a smirk, and Yamapi’s gaze shifted from his eyes to his mouth, those delectable full lips, moist and pink, and only inches from his crotch. Yamapi swallowed audibly, flexing his fingers on his thigh. Jin ran his fingers up Yamapi’s legs, drumming them on his thigh. Slithering like a serpent, Jin crawled up the length of Yamapi’s body, unbuttoning the shirt as he went, pressing his lips to Yamapi’s abdomen, stomach, and chest and Yamapi could only sink back into the sofa, close his eyes, and moan at the contact when Jin settled himself on Yamapi’s lap.
“Jin,” whispered Yamapi, his hands settling on Jin’s hips.
“Shh,” Jin replied, cupping Yamapi’s face in his palms, and placing butterfly kisses along the line of his jaw.
Opening his eyes, Yamapi smiled, leaning up to meet Jin’s lips with his own in a kiss, light and soft, all thoughts of wild, dark nights at empty parks with drunk strangers forgotten.
Omake. One.
"Bakanishi! What the hell are you making me read?" Ryo snapped as he threw the papers at Jin. They collided squarely with Jin’s face.
Jin frowned as he fumbled awkwardly to catch the papers, smoothing out crinkles. "I need some help! I don't want any mistakes on it before I show it to Pi, and well, I asked Kame but he told me it was fine the way it was."
Ryo rolled his eyes. "I bet you anything that Kamenashi didn't even read it. He just told you that to make you leave him alone."
Jin blinked at Ryo blankly before saying indignantly, "He didn't!" His conviction wavered as he thought about it. "...He wouldn't... I don't think he would..." Jin immediately turned around and headed to find Kame. Ryo followed closely behind in order to see the fun.
Jin found Kame practicing his dance routine in one of the empty rooms and immediately turned off the stereo. Kame spun around to face Jin, anger evident in his face.
"What was that for?!"
Jin ignored his fury and instead walked up to him and held the papers in front of him, pointing. "Did you read it?" he asked.
Kame nodded, sighing, "Yes, Jin. I did. Now can I return to practice? I want to everything to be just ~*~perfect~*~."
Ryo, who had entered the room behind Jin, and was now leaning against the back wall, smirked as he said, "He made you read a story about him and Pi going at it in a park."
Kame sighed, saying out of instinct, "Yes...I know. Yes. Pi in a pa-WAIT, You made me read WHAT?!"
Jin pouted as he turned to Ryo, "He really didn't read it!"
But Ryo wasn’t paying attention; he was too busy trying to get oxygen in his lungs in between gales of laughter at Kame’s face that was inventing new shades of red.
Omake. Two.
Tomohisa would've thought about this situation. About how sucky it was, how the fates had set their single eye on him, and just his luck that he'd be the one pretty much being raped by some drunk dude who was only sore after having been dumped by some girl... Or was it girl. He had assumed girl. But wait, none of this mattered because he wasn't thinking. His mind was blank. And all he did was feel. Feel one of the male's hands on him and still stroking, going slowly, oh so torturously slowly. Tomohisa arched up, gasping, and jerked his hip into the man’s hand when he suddenly felt the man’s mouth on his neck, a moist tongue wetting skin.
"I don't even care that you're a dude," the stranger whispered when he moved his mouth off of Tomohisa, but he didn't care at this point. He just wanted to feel more of of the touch on him. He was more indignant over the fact that the man had stopped than that he had possibly insulted him.
"Nngh," Tomohisa moaned into the stranger's ear, lifting his body off the ground and trying to make the male do something. His hand had even stopped moving inside his pants and he leaned into the other body, hoping that if he made his erection known, the other would do something about it. The stranger laughed and his breath tickled Tomohisa's neck as he whispered, "Aren't you glad that you stayed now?"
Tomohisa was about to protest this, saying that he only reacted this way now because he had started this stupid thing and he was only human. But the stranger had started stroking, his grip firm, his touch hot, and all thoughts flew out of Tomohisa’s head. He didn't stop there either. His free hand was now inside Tomohisa's shirt, tracing invisible lines on his chest and Tomohisa vaguely wondered if he had perhaps branded him with his name. The stranger had crushed his lips onto Tomohisa and the kiss was messy as the stranger was still drunk and Tomohisa was fighting between the urge to give in or get away. His body fought against him as desire bubbled up inside and Tomohisa threw himself into just reacting to physical pleasure. The hand had started jerking quicker and quicker and soon, Tomohisa lost it, arching up at the moment of climax and his arms clutched at the stranger's shoulders (when did he even throw his arms around him?). The reaction got to the stranger as well and a second later, he followed.
Tomohisa fell back on the ground, the stranger draped over him, both of them breathing heavily. After the haze cleared in his head, he felt disturbed by the whole situation. Not only had he enjoyed the entire thing a lot, but he wouldn't mind if it were to happen again. Disgusted with himself, he pushed the man off of him, trying to keep him away. The mad took no offense, and instead rolled onto his back as he lied beside Tomohisa. They both stayed side-by-side for a while, catching their breath and recovering energy. When he could feel warm air tickling his ear, Tomohisa turned to look at the stranger. The man was staring at him, and not exactly in the best way, as though he would more than willingly do this again.
"What?" Tomohisa snapped.
The man was unfazed by his irritation and instead smirked as he asked, "Same time, same place tomorrow?"
Tomohisa would've gaped if he hadn't been busy with just getting himself fixed, especially after hearing that statement. He zippered up his jeans, adjusted his belt and tried to ignore the awkward feel it had now (he'd have to burn them when he got home). He willed himself to stand up, despite his body arguing with him not to.
"No chance." Tomohisa turned on his heel and shoved his hands in his pockets, heading towards exit of the park.
Behind him, he could hear the man trying to call for his attention. "Oye! Oye!" the man called, but Tomohisa did not want to turn around. So he didn't. "The name's Jin! Akanishi Jin." Tomohisa could hear him loud and clear. Akanishi Jin. That was the stranger's name. Maybe one day he'd put that information to good use.
Authors: tinyangl & 4-03-am
Genre: humor/romance
Rating: R.
Pairing: Yamapi/Jin
Disclaimer: Pin belong to JE, and Hamlet to Shakespeare.
Summary: Yamapi learns never to cross drunk men at the park after dark. Also, his best friend has an emo-kid fetish. :\
It was a dark night and the park was empty. Yamashita Tomohisa was sitting in one of the swings, dragging his feet on the ground. The lights were barely on and he was sure that no one could see him-he was dressed in black from head to toe-unless they looked really hard. And he liked it that way. This was his sanctuary from the rest of the world. The world that was so weary, stale, so flat and unprofitable, like an unweeded garden, possessed merely by things gross and rank in nature-like cockroaches, whipped cream, and people who looked like skeletons. Fie on it! Fie! He didn't want to be seen right now by any of the occupants of such a world when he was so deep in thought, pondering the uselessness of existence and his current lack of dairy products to sate his rumbling stomach. Oh, how he wished his too, too sullied flesh to melt, thaw and resolve itself into cheese…
He kicked his feet off the ground and the momentum of the swing going back and forth somewhat calmed his nerves. At least that's how it had been until he could hear strains of someone walking closer and closer and their terrible out of tune singing. Tomohisa flinched, hoping that the person wouldn't come any closer and interrupt his brooding. Focusing his mind into one thought, Tomohisa tried to mentally beam a message of ‘go away, go away’ to the stranger. He cursed his lack of telekinetic powers when he noticed no change in the intruder’s direction. Perhaps if the person didn't hear sounds of something, he or she wouldn't try to follow the noise and look for another human being. Planting his feet into the ground, he stilled the swing, effectively, silencing the creaking chains.
To his dismay, Tomohisa watched as the stranger drew closer, swaying from side to side a little, and almost tripping over his own feet. He plopped himself down on the empty swing beside Tomohisa without a word and continued to sing some foreign song off key. Tomohisa was confused, and a little bit panicked. He didn't know whether he should run for it in case this man turned out to be an axe murderer or if he should just stay put-dammit, he was there every night, it was his park, it was his spot, he got there first. He fumed silently to himself and wondered what he'd done to the world to ever deserve this? Why did the world hate him so? Why did he have to suffer the slings and arrows of such outrageous fortune?
Tomohisa gripped on the chains of his swing, hoping that the stranger would just pass out and then he could just push the guy out of the way. His wishes weren't met as the stranger turned to look at him, blinking repeatedly as though he didn't seem to process that there was someone next to him. Tomohisa wanted to growl, but that would lead to a possible conversation. Instead, he turned his head away, trying to focus on an empty spot beside him and wonder why he was being made to bear such fardels under a weary life. But the stare of the stranger's eyes just wouldn't go away and Tomohisa wanted to scream at how unlucky he was at this point and why was he the one being stared at? Why was life so unfair?
"You know," the stranger said abruptly, startling Tomohisa. "Life is so unfair."
Tomohisa wondered if his ears had become defunct. Did this guy just say what he thought he said? What was he-telepathic? Could he read minds? If so, then he already knew that Tomohisa thought he was being quite an itch in the fundament and if he really were an axe-murderer, then Tomohisa's ass would be so screwed.
"Why can't a man just get laid without having to think so much about it?"
Tomoshia sat up with a start as the stranger's voice broke his reverie. What the hell kind of question was that? This guy was piss drunk and maybe even missing half a brain. Who knew what kind of things these insane-type people were capable of! The way Tomohisa saw it, since the world already hated him, if he already considered the possibility of getting murdered in the hands of some raving lunatic tonight, then it would probably happen.
"I mean, I'm hot. I'm sexy. I'm definitely a good lay. Where the hell's the problem?" The stranger rambled on, and he kicked his feet off the ground, trying to swing back and forth but only managing to fall off the swing. He started laughing hysterically as his bottom hit the ground with a loud thud, and Tomohisa was crossed between the feeling of laughing out loud or just staring in sheer astonishment. He decided to go with neither and just rolled his eyes. The stranger looked up and Tomohisa could vaguely make out the widened eyes and slightly hazy expression on his face. "I don't think life is fair." He said quietly, almost to himself as he pulled himself back onto the swing.
Tomohisa rolled his eyes again. What a common expression! The world already knew this so why was this guy just repeating knowledge that he knew better than anyone. Shaking his head, he got up to leave. There was no point in staying in the park where he searched for quiet and some guy was destroying that. He didn't get far when suddenly the stranger grabbed him by the arm.
"Don't leave," the man said, no note of plea present in his tone.
Tomohisa glared at the hand attached to his wrist, then at its owner. Despite it being his best glare, it did nothing to faze the man, who merely smiled at him, with a tilt of his head indicating they go back to the swings. Tomohisa clicked his tongue and shook himself free from the man's grip, turning to leave as soon as possible. If 'd known earlier that he'd get stuck with some psycho-freak at the park, he'd never have even come-he'd have been fine sitting in the corner of his room, with the lights turned off, and listening to music about the unfairness of the world and how it hated him. Lost in his thoughts, Tomohisa was caught completely off guard as the same hand grabbed at his wrist again and pulled, causing him to tumble back and crash into the drunk guy, toppling them both over.
Tomohisa grumbled angrily at the position he was in. He hated that he was in this situation and that he was now being manhandled by someone he didn't even know, much less trust to even touch him. He moved to push off of him, but the stranger wrapped his arms around Tomohisa and refused to let go. When Tomohisa looked the other man in the face (he had been more focused on a point to the side of the male's face), he was now smirking. "I don't usually let strangers onto my lap on the first date, but I suppose I'll make an exception for you."
Tomohisa glared and gritted his teeth. "Let. Go. Of me."
The stranger shook his head. "Did you know that you're pretty?" he wrapped a strand of Tomohisa’s dark hair around one of his free hands and muttered as he held it to his lips, "So pretty…I almost thought you were a girl. Go figure that you happened to be a guy. I was hoping I'd get laid tonight."
Tomohisa froze and his eyes widened at the thought. Forget axe-murderer; this drunk was obviously a rapist! To his horror, Tomohisa realized his hands were pinned to his sides, and guy sitting on his thighs had successfully immobilized his legs as well. He looked up at the empty swing above his head, not meeting his assailant’s eyes. The swing swayed back and forth, back and forth like a pendulum and Tomohisa wondered if he should try screaming at the top of his lungs or if that would be too girly of him. Then again, seeing as how the world already hated him so much, no one would probably hear him anyway.
He could still feel the gaze of the stranger and his breath against his neck. Tomohisa turned to look him in the eyes and immediately regretted it. Why was that guy looking at him like that? And despite the fact that he knew he should've looked away, he just couldn't anymore. There was something in his eyes-a hint of loneliness, desperation, and maybe a suggestion of predilection for yoghurt-and the gaze had definitely locked Tomohisa in. He thought that maybe this guy could've understood him a lot more than he seemed and then lips covered his own and he thought otherwise. Because if this person knew him, understood anything about him, he would not be kissing him right now. Not at all. Not trying to pry open his lips as though he was searching for an answer inside his mouth. Tomohisa pushed the male from his face, turning his head to the side and trying to shove off the stranger from his body.
"You don't kiss people you meet randomly in the park," Tomohisa hissed, not wanting to face him, in fear that there'd be a repeat performance.
The man only laughed in response, the sound prickling Tomohisa's skin like a thousand pins. He clenched his jaw and arched his body up violently, trying to throw the man off him. His feeble attempts at freeing himself ended in failure, and suddenly there was a warm hand on his abdomen, making quick work of his belt and zipper, and slipping into his boxers. Shock froze Tomohisa's body and before he could tell the asshole to get the hell off, the hand was gripping him firmly, stroking slowly, applying pressure, and fingertips were running up and down his length in spidery touches, making the rest of his body go lax.
Tomohisa would've thought about this situation. About how sucky it was, how the fates had set their single eye on him, and just his luck that he'd be the one pretty much being raped by some drunk dude who was only sore after having been dumped by some girl... Or was it girl. He had assumed girl. But wait, none of this mattered because he wasn't thinking. His mind was blank. And all he did was feel. Feel one of the male's hands on him and still stroking, going slowly, oh so torturously slowly. Tomohisa arched up, gasping, and jerked his hip into the man’s hand when he suddenly felt the man’s mouth on his neck, a moist tongue wetting skin.
"I don't even care that you're a dude," the stranger whispered-
**
"Jin. No," Yamapi snapped as he looked away from the sheets in front of him. He had been forced by Jin to read some sort of story and only found, to his horror, that Jin was now, not only a Pin fangirl-never mind the part that he was basically shipping themselves together-but that he had now gotten to the point that he was writing fanfiction about them. What was this? Did sending Jin to America cause this? Because he'd want to find and hunt the person who even showed Jin fanfiction.
Jin pouted. "Don't stop reading now! You're almost up to the best part!" He started pointing at the line that Yamapi had stopped at.
Yamapi raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly down at Jin from his seat on the couch. "You want me to read fanfiction that you wrote?" He asked, just to reconfirm. “About us? Doing it at the park?”
Jin grinned at him, taking the sheets from his hands and leaning over to rest his elbows on Yamapi's legs from his position below Yamapi's seat on the couch. "It's not fanfiction because it's me. Writing about us."
“Tch. Bakanishi. I don’t even-” Yamapi paused, mid-tirade. “Why are you a rapist? Why am I portrayed as some depressed little loser kid? Does this have something to do with your goth-girl-emo-kid-whatever fetish?” He snatched the papers from Jin’s hand and made to tear them up in to little pieces-and perhaps feed those to Jin so no one ever got to see them. “Why are you even writing this garbage?”
Jin grabbed the papers before Yamapi could cause any damage. “It’s not garbage. Fanfiction is a form of literature,” he said, in a voice so low, Yamapi had to lean forward a bit to catch it. Jin grinned and shifted himself so his face was positioned between Yamapi’s knees. Yamapi was about to ask exactly what special brand of drugs Jin was on, but right then, Jin decided to run his tongue across his bottom lip, wetting it slightly and making it glisten. Yamapi could feel his breath catch as he stared into Jin's eyes, who was peering up at him from under half-lidded eyes, gaze dark, and heavy. "Besides. It’s not completely fiction, is it?" Jin asked with a smirk, and Yamapi’s gaze shifted from his eyes to his mouth, those delectable full lips, moist and pink, and only inches from his crotch. Yamapi swallowed audibly, flexing his fingers on his thigh. Jin ran his fingers up Yamapi’s legs, drumming them on his thigh. Slithering like a serpent, Jin crawled up the length of Yamapi’s body, unbuttoning the shirt as he went, pressing his lips to Yamapi’s abdomen, stomach, and chest and Yamapi could only sink back into the sofa, close his eyes, and moan at the contact when Jin settled himself on Yamapi’s lap.
“Jin,” whispered Yamapi, his hands settling on Jin’s hips.
“Shh,” Jin replied, cupping Yamapi’s face in his palms, and placing butterfly kisses along the line of his jaw.
Opening his eyes, Yamapi smiled, leaning up to meet Jin’s lips with his own in a kiss, light and soft, all thoughts of wild, dark nights at empty parks with drunk strangers forgotten.
Omake. One.
"Bakanishi! What the hell are you making me read?" Ryo snapped as he threw the papers at Jin. They collided squarely with Jin’s face.
Jin frowned as he fumbled awkwardly to catch the papers, smoothing out crinkles. "I need some help! I don't want any mistakes on it before I show it to Pi, and well, I asked Kame but he told me it was fine the way it was."
Ryo rolled his eyes. "I bet you anything that Kamenashi didn't even read it. He just told you that to make you leave him alone."
Jin blinked at Ryo blankly before saying indignantly, "He didn't!" His conviction wavered as he thought about it. "...He wouldn't... I don't think he would..." Jin immediately turned around and headed to find Kame. Ryo followed closely behind in order to see the fun.
Jin found Kame practicing his dance routine in one of the empty rooms and immediately turned off the stereo. Kame spun around to face Jin, anger evident in his face.
"What was that for?!"
Jin ignored his fury and instead walked up to him and held the papers in front of him, pointing. "Did you read it?" he asked.
Kame nodded, sighing, "Yes, Jin. I did. Now can I return to practice? I want to everything to be just ~*~perfect~*~."
Ryo, who had entered the room behind Jin, and was now leaning against the back wall, smirked as he said, "He made you read a story about him and Pi going at it in a park."
Kame sighed, saying out of instinct, "Yes...I know. Yes. Pi in a pa-WAIT, You made me read WHAT?!"
Jin pouted as he turned to Ryo, "He really didn't read it!"
But Ryo wasn’t paying attention; he was too busy trying to get oxygen in his lungs in between gales of laughter at Kame’s face that was inventing new shades of red.
Omake. Two.
Tomohisa would've thought about this situation. About how sucky it was, how the fates had set their single eye on him, and just his luck that he'd be the one pretty much being raped by some drunk dude who was only sore after having been dumped by some girl... Or was it girl. He had assumed girl. But wait, none of this mattered because he wasn't thinking. His mind was blank. And all he did was feel. Feel one of the male's hands on him and still stroking, going slowly, oh so torturously slowly. Tomohisa arched up, gasping, and jerked his hip into the man’s hand when he suddenly felt the man’s mouth on his neck, a moist tongue wetting skin.
"I don't even care that you're a dude," the stranger whispered when he moved his mouth off of Tomohisa, but he didn't care at this point. He just wanted to feel more of of the touch on him. He was more indignant over the fact that the man had stopped than that he had possibly insulted him.
"Nngh," Tomohisa moaned into the stranger's ear, lifting his body off the ground and trying to make the male do something. His hand had even stopped moving inside his pants and he leaned into the other body, hoping that if he made his erection known, the other would do something about it. The stranger laughed and his breath tickled Tomohisa's neck as he whispered, "Aren't you glad that you stayed now?"
Tomohisa was about to protest this, saying that he only reacted this way now because he had started this stupid thing and he was only human. But the stranger had started stroking, his grip firm, his touch hot, and all thoughts flew out of Tomohisa’s head. He didn't stop there either. His free hand was now inside Tomohisa's shirt, tracing invisible lines on his chest and Tomohisa vaguely wondered if he had perhaps branded him with his name. The stranger had crushed his lips onto Tomohisa and the kiss was messy as the stranger was still drunk and Tomohisa was fighting between the urge to give in or get away. His body fought against him as desire bubbled up inside and Tomohisa threw himself into just reacting to physical pleasure. The hand had started jerking quicker and quicker and soon, Tomohisa lost it, arching up at the moment of climax and his arms clutched at the stranger's shoulders (when did he even throw his arms around him?). The reaction got to the stranger as well and a second later, he followed.
Tomohisa fell back on the ground, the stranger draped over him, both of them breathing heavily. After the haze cleared in his head, he felt disturbed by the whole situation. Not only had he enjoyed the entire thing a lot, but he wouldn't mind if it were to happen again. Disgusted with himself, he pushed the man off of him, trying to keep him away. The mad took no offense, and instead rolled onto his back as he lied beside Tomohisa. They both stayed side-by-side for a while, catching their breath and recovering energy. When he could feel warm air tickling his ear, Tomohisa turned to look at the stranger. The man was staring at him, and not exactly in the best way, as though he would more than willingly do this again.
"What?" Tomohisa snapped.
The man was unfazed by his irritation and instead smirked as he asked, "Same time, same place tomorrow?"
Tomohisa would've gaped if he hadn't been busy with just getting himself fixed, especially after hearing that statement. He zippered up his jeans, adjusted his belt and tried to ignore the awkward feel it had now (he'd have to burn them when he got home). He willed himself to stand up, despite his body arguing with him not to.
"No chance." Tomohisa turned on his heel and shoved his hands in his pockets, heading towards exit of the park.
Behind him, he could hear the man trying to call for his attention. "Oye! Oye!" the man called, but Tomohisa did not want to turn around. So he didn't. "The name's Jin! Akanishi Jin." Tomohisa could hear him loud and clear. Akanishi Jin. That was the stranger's name. Maybe one day he'd put that information to good use.