[YTM] Distance between us: Epilogue (1/2)
A quick break from my Jun centric OT5 story to add some Tarou, Takuya goodness. Enjoy!
“Takuya, where exactly are we?” Yamada asked, sleepily as the car settled to a stop. Yamada had slept for most of the car ride, and most of the flight over in fact, and if Mimura did not know his boyfriend better, he would have suspected something was wrong with the other young man. As it was they had both just graduated from college, and Yamada had a short break before he was to start graduate school. Mimura had taken on more of his grandfathers ikebana duties, and was well on his way to replacing the elder Mimura as the next Ikebana representative of the country. Mimura was not exactly sure why Yamada had decided to go for graduate school, except that he loved science, and working in the lab, and that it paid well. Quite well in fact. Enough that Jiro could work less and concentrate more on school, though Mimura and his grandfather had made certain that the finances of the Yamada’s was never as dire as when Mimura had met Yamada.
When Yamada had first found out that the Mimura’s were supplementing the family income directly he had been angry. Mostly about the secrecy, since he was happy to see his siblings happy, and happy to have them not hungry, and not wanting, but at the same time, he did not want them to take anything for granted, handouts especially. It was uncertain to rely on anything that you did not earn with your own hands, and he was worried how they would all turn out, if they were to reply only on Mimura to take care of them. Yamada knew, and was shocked at the fact, that taking care of him family would no where near impact the finances of the Mimura’s, and that it was something that they wanted to do.
“I am happy when Tarou is happy, and Tarou is happiest when his siblings are fine, and he can actually think about himself, and what he enjoys.” This was the argument that Mimura laid at Tarou’s feet, when Tarou was speaking to him again, and the other could not argue at the logic. That had been at the beginning of their college careers. Four years ago.
“We are on vacation, Tarou.” Mimura’s voice was soft, urging the other awake in Japanese, even as he spoke to the taxi driver in English, settling their cab fair and guiding Yamada to the door. Yamada knew in general where they were, the tickets had been to Canada, Toronto. But after that they had taken the train, and then a taxi, and as far as he could tell, they were at a cabin, on a lake.
“Vacation, Takuya?” Yamada replied, sleepily, and the other nodded, shouldering one bag and grabbing the other, as Yamada shuffled behind him, still half asleep.
“Yes, vacation.” Mimura fumbled with the key at the door, opening it on the second try, and he motioned for Yamada to precede him into the room, watching at Yamada slipped his shoes off just inside the door, taking in the surroundings. It was the smallest, coziest, least luxurious cabin that he could find for rental, and judging from the way that Yamada looked around, eyes bright, and the smile that he flashed at Mimura, he succeeded. “It, it was a present to us, for graduating, and a start to things…” Mimura’s voice trailed off, and he moved away, though the house and into the bedroom, placing their bags there.
“I-“ Mimura looked to Yamada, his grin sheepish. “I should have asked Tarou if he would be alright spending a week away on vacation with me, I just hoped that you would like it and that we-“
“I am happy, Takuya. Thank you.” Yamada wrapped his arms around Mimura, dropping a kiss on the others temple, before pulling him close, into a tight hug. “Thank you, for everything.”
“I couldn’t have don’t this, any of this, without you, Tarou. You know that. I wouldn’t want to, either.” Mimura spoke into Yamada’s hair, his hands idly rubbing up and down Yamada’s back. “When we get back, we have to find an apartment, and you start school again, and there won’t be much time for us, so I wanted to get what I could, while I could.”
“Hmm,” Yamada mumbled, stepping back before flashing Mimura a bright smile, still blinding, still making his heart flutter and his knees weak after these four years. He hoped that he was never immune to that smile, and he hoped that he never would be. “So, Takuya, what is there to do around here, to keep us entertained for a week.”
“Do?” Mimura answered, and Yamada nodded.
“Do.” Yamada stepped back. “We are in Canada, and I have never been out of Japan, so we should make the most of it, shouldn’t we?”
“Well, the cabin is rather isolated, but there will be some things to see, and if you want, we can go back to Toronto early, I had just hoped that we could…” Mimura stopped, blushing and looking away. Four years into their relationship and they had still never had sex. They had been close a couple of times, but then Isogai would interrupt with a quiet cough that mortified Mimura. Or the time that they had been on Yamada’s roof, on a dark and cloudless night, and things had gotten carried away. And then his youngest sibling had come outside, asking when an-chan was coming to bed. That had certainly killed the mood, for both of them, though Yamada’s mouth had previously been doing wicked things to Mimura. Things that he did not know that Tarou was even aware of. Needless to say, Mimura’s hand had gotten a lot of exercise over the last several years. Yamada had helped sometimes too, and they had experimented, done a few mutually pleasurable things, but they had never actually had sex. And Mimura was determined to fix that. Sooner rather than later.
When they got back, they would get their own place, close to both of their families, and very much their own, but Mimura, in a rare show of romanticism, wanted to do something special for Tarou, to celebrate the long awaited beginning of them. Other than the sex, which he really really hoped would happen this trip, really, he did have something else planned. Something that he hoped would surprise Tarou.
“I would like to look around. And we will need food. You still don’t cook well, though you are getting better, I will admit.” Yamada moved to his suitcase, opening it and placing his clothing in the drawers of the bureau. “But I am not sure that we can survive on Takuya’s cooking for an entire week.”
“I can cook.” Mimura pouted, and Yamada laughed.
“I know, love. I just like being able to do something for you. I can’t offer you much.” Yamada did not look to Mimura. “I am poor, I have a family who gets most of my devotion, though you have all of me that I can spare, and I-“
“You are perfect, Tarou. I don’t need you to bring anything but yourself to this.” Mimura pulled the other man into a tight embrace, Yamada’s back tight against his chest, nuzzling Yamada’s cheek with his face. “You were enough for me when we started this, on my birthday, and you are enough now. I am sorry if I caused you to doubt that in any way.”
“But…” Yamada’s voice was hard to hear, so tiny, his words uncertain. “The girls at school, they talk, and they think that Mimura-oji-chan will want a grandchild, to carry on the Mimura line. I cannot give you a child, Takuya.”
Mimura nodded. “You cannot. I do not want someone that can give me a child. I do not want some woman. It has always, only been you.” Mimura whispered the words in Yamada’s ear. “It will always only be you. I love you. Ojii-chan loved you. Isogai loves you. If you want a child, perhaps we can adopt one, but I don’t need you to give me one.” Mimura spun Yamada around, looking into his eyes. “I never wanted a woman, Tarou. I just want you.” Mimura kissed Tarou, softly, before pulling away, slightly. “Only you.” Another kiss, this time open and wet against Tarou’s mouth. “Always you.” His voice was whispered against his lips, and Mimura felt Yamada’s arms tighten around him.
“Takuya…” His words were swallowed in a kiss, and it was Yamada who pushed Mimura back onto the bed, showering kissed on his neck and face, whispered ‘I love you’s’ spoken in passionate reverence. And it was Yamada who paused, hugging Mimura tightly, pressing their bodies close, so close you could not tell where one ended and the other began, who softly plead, “please don’t leave me.”
“Never.” Was the answer, no hesitation present, as Mimura captured Yamada’s lips in his own, bringing him back to the task at hand.
While he had more class than to jump his boyfriend of four years and some months as soon as they walked into the doorway, that did not mean that he could not provide the other with a preview of things to come, and it seemed that Yamada was more than receptive, if the wandering hands, soft moans and sighs, and press of a lithe body against his own was any indication.
“Takuya.” His name was a passionate whisper, filled with need, and it was Yamada who pulled Mimura’s shirt over his head, placing kisses on the bare chest. It was Tarou who rained kissed on his chect, bit, licked and kissed his neck, nipples chest, trailing kisses down Mimura’s chest, stomach, until he nuzzled his erection through his pants, causing Mimura to arch off the bed, calling ‘Tarou’ with a moan, and it was with shaking hands that Yamada unfastened Mimura’s pants, pulling them and his boxers down. Yamada hesitated, glancing at Mimura from under half lidded eyes, and Mimura gazed back, his eyes glazed with need, passion. The sight of Yamada kneeling between his legs, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, looking at Mimura with love, with longing, with need, it was almost enough to cause him to come undone, right then.
“Love you, Tarou. Always.” Mimura whispered, and Yamada beamed back at him, moving closer, his breath and hands ghosting over his skin, before he was engulfed, and it did not take long from Mimura to come undone, and from the sound of things Yamada was not far behind.
Yamada climbed up on the bed, smiling at Mimura before pulling him close. “Lets just rest here for a while, we can explore later.” Mimura could tell that Yamada was still tired, and he nodded, shifting and sitting up, pulling the covers down and over Yamada, who was almost always cold.
“Let me clean up first, I will be right back” Mimura slipped off the bed, noting that Tarou had collapsed beside him without fastening his pants again, and that there was indeed a mess on the floor. It did not take long to find tissues to clean the floor, and gently clean Tarou and himself as well.
He stepped back int he bedroom with a sigh, looking at Yamada with a fond smile. It was a good start to the vaction. But, damn. This would not do at all. He really needed to work on his stamina. He did not want things to end that quickly later, when it was really important. It needed to be special for Yamada. Mimura would have it no other way.
“Takuya, where exactly are we?” Yamada asked, sleepily as the car settled to a stop. Yamada had slept for most of the car ride, and most of the flight over in fact, and if Mimura did not know his boyfriend better, he would have suspected something was wrong with the other young man. As it was they had both just graduated from college, and Yamada had a short break before he was to start graduate school. Mimura had taken on more of his grandfathers ikebana duties, and was well on his way to replacing the elder Mimura as the next Ikebana representative of the country. Mimura was not exactly sure why Yamada had decided to go for graduate school, except that he loved science, and working in the lab, and that it paid well. Quite well in fact. Enough that Jiro could work less and concentrate more on school, though Mimura and his grandfather had made certain that the finances of the Yamada’s was never as dire as when Mimura had met Yamada.
When Yamada had first found out that the Mimura’s were supplementing the family income directly he had been angry. Mostly about the secrecy, since he was happy to see his siblings happy, and happy to have them not hungry, and not wanting, but at the same time, he did not want them to take anything for granted, handouts especially. It was uncertain to rely on anything that you did not earn with your own hands, and he was worried how they would all turn out, if they were to reply only on Mimura to take care of them. Yamada knew, and was shocked at the fact, that taking care of him family would no where near impact the finances of the Mimura’s, and that it was something that they wanted to do.
“I am happy when Tarou is happy, and Tarou is happiest when his siblings are fine, and he can actually think about himself, and what he enjoys.” This was the argument that Mimura laid at Tarou’s feet, when Tarou was speaking to him again, and the other could not argue at the logic. That had been at the beginning of their college careers. Four years ago.
“We are on vacation, Tarou.” Mimura’s voice was soft, urging the other awake in Japanese, even as he spoke to the taxi driver in English, settling their cab fair and guiding Yamada to the door. Yamada knew in general where they were, the tickets had been to Canada, Toronto. But after that they had taken the train, and then a taxi, and as far as he could tell, they were at a cabin, on a lake.
“Vacation, Takuya?” Yamada replied, sleepily, and the other nodded, shouldering one bag and grabbing the other, as Yamada shuffled behind him, still half asleep.
“Yes, vacation.” Mimura fumbled with the key at the door, opening it on the second try, and he motioned for Yamada to precede him into the room, watching at Yamada slipped his shoes off just inside the door, taking in the surroundings. It was the smallest, coziest, least luxurious cabin that he could find for rental, and judging from the way that Yamada looked around, eyes bright, and the smile that he flashed at Mimura, he succeeded. “It, it was a present to us, for graduating, and a start to things…” Mimura’s voice trailed off, and he moved away, though the house and into the bedroom, placing their bags there.
“I-“ Mimura looked to Yamada, his grin sheepish. “I should have asked Tarou if he would be alright spending a week away on vacation with me, I just hoped that you would like it and that we-“
“I am happy, Takuya. Thank you.” Yamada wrapped his arms around Mimura, dropping a kiss on the others temple, before pulling him close, into a tight hug. “Thank you, for everything.”
“I couldn’t have don’t this, any of this, without you, Tarou. You know that. I wouldn’t want to, either.” Mimura spoke into Yamada’s hair, his hands idly rubbing up and down Yamada’s back. “When we get back, we have to find an apartment, and you start school again, and there won’t be much time for us, so I wanted to get what I could, while I could.”
“Hmm,” Yamada mumbled, stepping back before flashing Mimura a bright smile, still blinding, still making his heart flutter and his knees weak after these four years. He hoped that he was never immune to that smile, and he hoped that he never would be. “So, Takuya, what is there to do around here, to keep us entertained for a week.”
“Do?” Mimura answered, and Yamada nodded.
“Do.” Yamada stepped back. “We are in Canada, and I have never been out of Japan, so we should make the most of it, shouldn’t we?”
“Well, the cabin is rather isolated, but there will be some things to see, and if you want, we can go back to Toronto early, I had just hoped that we could…” Mimura stopped, blushing and looking away. Four years into their relationship and they had still never had sex. They had been close a couple of times, but then Isogai would interrupt with a quiet cough that mortified Mimura. Or the time that they had been on Yamada’s roof, on a dark and cloudless night, and things had gotten carried away. And then his youngest sibling had come outside, asking when an-chan was coming to bed. That had certainly killed the mood, for both of them, though Yamada’s mouth had previously been doing wicked things to Mimura. Things that he did not know that Tarou was even aware of. Needless to say, Mimura’s hand had gotten a lot of exercise over the last several years. Yamada had helped sometimes too, and they had experimented, done a few mutually pleasurable things, but they had never actually had sex. And Mimura was determined to fix that. Sooner rather than later.
When they got back, they would get their own place, close to both of their families, and very much their own, but Mimura, in a rare show of romanticism, wanted to do something special for Tarou, to celebrate the long awaited beginning of them. Other than the sex, which he really really hoped would happen this trip, really, he did have something else planned. Something that he hoped would surprise Tarou.
“I would like to look around. And we will need food. You still don’t cook well, though you are getting better, I will admit.” Yamada moved to his suitcase, opening it and placing his clothing in the drawers of the bureau. “But I am not sure that we can survive on Takuya’s cooking for an entire week.”
“I can cook.” Mimura pouted, and Yamada laughed.
“I know, love. I just like being able to do something for you. I can’t offer you much.” Yamada did not look to Mimura. “I am poor, I have a family who gets most of my devotion, though you have all of me that I can spare, and I-“
“You are perfect, Tarou. I don’t need you to bring anything but yourself to this.” Mimura pulled the other man into a tight embrace, Yamada’s back tight against his chest, nuzzling Yamada’s cheek with his face. “You were enough for me when we started this, on my birthday, and you are enough now. I am sorry if I caused you to doubt that in any way.”
“But…” Yamada’s voice was hard to hear, so tiny, his words uncertain. “The girls at school, they talk, and they think that Mimura-oji-chan will want a grandchild, to carry on the Mimura line. I cannot give you a child, Takuya.”
Mimura nodded. “You cannot. I do not want someone that can give me a child. I do not want some woman. It has always, only been you.” Mimura whispered the words in Yamada’s ear. “It will always only be you. I love you. Ojii-chan loved you. Isogai loves you. If you want a child, perhaps we can adopt one, but I don’t need you to give me one.” Mimura spun Yamada around, looking into his eyes. “I never wanted a woman, Tarou. I just want you.” Mimura kissed Tarou, softly, before pulling away, slightly. “Only you.” Another kiss, this time open and wet against Tarou’s mouth. “Always you.” His voice was whispered against his lips, and Mimura felt Yamada’s arms tighten around him.
“Takuya…” His words were swallowed in a kiss, and it was Yamada who pushed Mimura back onto the bed, showering kissed on his neck and face, whispered ‘I love you’s’ spoken in passionate reverence. And it was Yamada who paused, hugging Mimura tightly, pressing their bodies close, so close you could not tell where one ended and the other began, who softly plead, “please don’t leave me.”
“Never.” Was the answer, no hesitation present, as Mimura captured Yamada’s lips in his own, bringing him back to the task at hand.
While he had more class than to jump his boyfriend of four years and some months as soon as they walked into the doorway, that did not mean that he could not provide the other with a preview of things to come, and it seemed that Yamada was more than receptive, if the wandering hands, soft moans and sighs, and press of a lithe body against his own was any indication.
“Takuya.” His name was a passionate whisper, filled with need, and it was Yamada who pulled Mimura’s shirt over his head, placing kisses on the bare chest. It was Tarou who rained kissed on his chect, bit, licked and kissed his neck, nipples chest, trailing kisses down Mimura’s chest, stomach, until he nuzzled his erection through his pants, causing Mimura to arch off the bed, calling ‘Tarou’ with a moan, and it was with shaking hands that Yamada unfastened Mimura’s pants, pulling them and his boxers down. Yamada hesitated, glancing at Mimura from under half lidded eyes, and Mimura gazed back, his eyes glazed with need, passion. The sight of Yamada kneeling between his legs, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, looking at Mimura with love, with longing, with need, it was almost enough to cause him to come undone, right then.
“Love you, Tarou. Always.” Mimura whispered, and Yamada beamed back at him, moving closer, his breath and hands ghosting over his skin, before he was engulfed, and it did not take long from Mimura to come undone, and from the sound of things Yamada was not far behind.
Yamada climbed up on the bed, smiling at Mimura before pulling him close. “Lets just rest here for a while, we can explore later.” Mimura could tell that Yamada was still tired, and he nodded, shifting and sitting up, pulling the covers down and over Yamada, who was almost always cold.
“Let me clean up first, I will be right back” Mimura slipped off the bed, noting that Tarou had collapsed beside him without fastening his pants again, and that there was indeed a mess on the floor. It did not take long to find tissues to clean the floor, and gently clean Tarou and himself as well.
He stepped back int he bedroom with a sigh, looking at Yamada with a fond smile. It was a good start to the vaction. But, damn. This would not do at all. He really needed to work on his stamina. He did not want things to end that quickly later, when it was really important. It needed to be special for Yamada. Mimura would have it no other way.