Open Door /// Chapter 6: Guilty Pleasure
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Title: Open Door
Mainpairings: Ryohkura, Akame, Tegomass, Maruda
Sidepairings: Tomapi, Ohmiya, Koyashige... there's more to come.
Genre: CROSSOVER!!!, Fluff, Romance, slight Angst
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter
Disclaimer: I own nothing; you own the world.
Summary: An only boys school and summer is almost over, so there are new students to enter. That means "Eco Week"--- rooms are devided newly, classes are formed, new friendships built and probably even love? Certain is, however, a lot of chaos is awaiting all of them.
If you like Hana Kimi and Ouran Host Club, then you'll most likely like this too :)
A/N: I had this ready to be posted ever since Thursday night. But with what happened then, I couldn't just post it up. I am struggling with myself even now, but I decided to just put it up and let you guys decide whether you're in the mood for reading it or not.
Just read whenever you feel like it!
I wanted to say for a while now that I am sorry about the names. There are forenames and surnames mixed up, but.. I can't bring myself to write "Ikuta" instead of Toma, and I just never called Ryo "Nishikido" or, for the other way around, I never say "Tadayoshi" when talking about Okura... So, it's kind of mixed up and a few are called with their forenames and others with their surnames. I hope it's not too much of a problem for you guys!
Oh, and I had to raise it to NC-17 and Tegomass are on fault O_o
Enjoy :)
Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1: Room 311
Chapter 2: From the Beginning
Chapter 3: Greedy Wants
Chapter 4: So close, so far
Chapter 5: Watch you go
Chapter 6: Guilty Pleasure
This was actually really nice.
Yamashita woke up snuggled up next to Toma, comfortably nuzzled against him. From outside, he could hear someone else was up already, making some breakfast and boiling up water for disgusting coffee.
But disgusting coffee was still better than no coffee at all.
He yawned lazily and ran a hand over Toma’s arm. It could have been like this forever, Yamashita would not have minded.
After all, this was the first in a long time that they shared a bed.
Or, well, not exactly a bed, since they lay on almost bare ground and were covered with only a thin blanket, but they had slept next to each other for the past three nights.
It was summer break and almost all students had gone home, so the few remaining ones had organised a camping trip.
So, here he was, in a forest, sleeping on the hard ground, having no shower, no brewed coffee, surrounded by bugs and flies, but he had happily agreed to join, however.
Because he could wake up next to Toma each morning.
“Hey, get up already!” Someone joggled the side of the tent and Yamashita rolled his eyes. This was the worst part about it.
They were not alone.
Toma stirred in his sleep next to him and rolled over, pulling Yamashita closer.
“Already time to get up?”
“Well, sounded like that.”
“I just had such a nice dream”, Toma murmured and closed his eyes again, his head comfortably resting against his boyfriend’s hair. “About you and that book we talked about.”
Yamashita frowned. “What book?”
“That one about...” Toma stopped and lifted his head, staring down at Yamashita.
“Toma?” He frowned and tilted his head.
“Ah, forget it.” Toma smiled and got up, opening the zipper of the tent’s entrance. “Just a weird dream.”
“What...?”
“I’ll go and have a swim in the lake.”
Sighing Yamashita fell back to his cushion, only to wince, as his back hit the heard ground beneath.
“Good morning, pretty.”
He looked up and rolled his eyes slightly. “Morning, Jin.”
“What’s wrong?” Jin crawled into the tent. “Toma didn’t even talk to anyone, before he just straight went into the water.”
Yamashita shrugged a shoulder.
“Oh”, Jin grinned mockingly. “Did he just need a cool down?”
“Chance would be a fine thing.”
Frowning, Jin crawled closer. “What’s wrong with you guys lately? You share a tent and as far as I could hear you haven’t spent one moment in here making out.”
“It’s none of your business, Jin.” Yamashita gave him a glare. “Stop eavesdropping us.”
Jin shrugged a shoulder. “You know, I always told you he’s not the right one.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“And you should have taken me instead of him.”
Yamashita just rolled his eyes again.
“But now”, Jin continued. “I am not interested in you anymore and you’re chance is gone.”
“You were just interested in me as long as I was after Toma.”
“Just because it was short doesn’t mean it was dishonest.”
“Jin...” Yamashita sat up. “We both know it was.”
Jin just smirked and leaned in, nudging his shoulder. “Get up, you miss all the fun.”
“What fun?”, Yamashita just murmured, but got out of the tent anyways.
It was sunny and warm and everyone else was already up, too. Tegoshi was making coffee together with Ryo, while Okura and Ninomiya had some rice cooked.
“Breakfast”, Kimura greeted him cheerfully and handed him a cup.
Yamashita just nodded in gratitude and strolled over to Ueda, who just came back from a morning run.
Kimura’s look was slightly worried, but he turned away and sat down in the grass, next to Okura.
“It’s our last day”, he pointed out. “Anything special planned?”
Okura shrugged and threw a look at Ninomiya. “I don’t know.”
“We’ll make a party tonight. Of course.”
Kimura smiled at Ninomiya. “Of course?”
“Listen”, Ninomiya said and sat down next to him, offering a bowl of rice. “We’re not at school. You don’t have to look after us and make sure we’re okay.”
“Well, actually”, Kimura pointed out, “I do.”
“Yeah, officially.” The raven-haired started eating and continued speaking with his mouth full. “But unofficially, we’re just a bunch of friends spending the summer break having fun together. And we just end this little trip with a party. Really.”
“I’m not friends with him”, Jin said, as he joined them and lightly pointed at Kimura.
“And I still haven’t found out, why exactly you don’t like me.”
Okura chuckled slightly and made space for Yamashita and Ueda, who joined them now. Taguchi came closer, too and stood behind their little circle, listening interested.
“Jin, you’re not helping us here in getting our party tonight.”
Kimura sighed. “I don’t want to see anyone of you senselessly drunk.”
Ninomiya feigned indignation. “None of us ever would.”
Kimura just smiled knowingly, but didn’t discuss it further. They’d have their way, however, there was nothing he could do about that.
“So, it’s a deal?”
Kimura nodded and everyone else started talking, making plans for the night.
As Toma, Subaru, Aiba and Masuda came back from the lake, they found everyone frantically gathering foods and drinks, shifting stuff to make space and Kimura and Jin were off to get some wood to burn.
Seemingly, it was a chaos, so the four of them just backed down and got changed, before they had breakfast.
Preparing had taken almost all day, but as it the night lay over the lake, everything was done.
Most of them had already packed, too, as they wanted to leave right away in the morning. They would only have to take down the tents in the morning, everything else was packed away and stored.
Kimura had driven off to the town in the late afternoon and had come back with crisps and other junk food, as well as beer and liquids.
By now, everyone had withdrawn to their tents, taking naps or changing clothes, getting personal stuff packed or just to relax for a bit.
Ryo crawled into his and stopped, as he saw Okura was sound asleep. He slowed down his moves, until he sat beside him, quiet and trying to not make any noise.
Okra shifted in his sleep and pulled the blanket up to his chin, curling up beneath it. Ryo smiled slightly over the sight and took his bag, getting out his camera.
He wanted to just quietly snug out of the tent again, but as he reached the entrance, Ryo turned and did, what had been on his mind.
He took a photo of Okura sleeping and then backed out quickly, before the younger one could wake up and figure what Ryo had just done.
He couldn’t even explain that to himself, but he had wanted to take a picture of it badly. Quickly, he took pictures of the fire, of the lake, of the other guys who came across him. As Okura came out of the tent half almost two hours later, rubbing his eyes tiredly, the party had already started and Ryo had taken more than a hundred pictures by then.
They all teased Okura for sleeping in the fun, but offered him drinks and food then. Okura didn’t seem to bother about it too much.
No one would ever get to see that photo, he thought and took another sip of his beer.
He would probably delete it anyways.
“Ryotan”, Tegoshi cooed and suddenly popped up at his side. “Let’s take a picture of everyone together, while we’re still sober.”
“I didn’t hear that, Tegoshi”, Kimura commented from the other side of the fire. “But the idea is nice.”
They gathered and prepared a stand for the camera with wood and boxes.
“This works”, Ryo pointed out and pushed a button, before he hurried over to stand next to Jin, flashing a peace sign. “Ready? Now!”
They all threw poses and signs and smiles, as the flash lit up and then, the group split up again.
Tegoshi stood and looked around, frowning slightly. Masuda had not participated and he was nowhere to be seen.
Frowning, Tegoshi went off to their tent and opened the zipper to peek in. he found it empty, so he closed it again and went down to the lake, looking for Masuda there.
Sharing a tent these days had not been any different from sharing a room. It hadn’t helped at all in getting them on better terms. Masuda was suspicious of Tegoshi for every single second they spent together.
Tegoshi could make out a frame at the shore and hurried up to reach it.
“It’s scary all alone down here at the lake”, he said while approaching. “I can’t even see the other guys anymore.” He reached out and took Masuda’s arm. “Let’s go back, Massu.”
Masuda looked at Tegoshi and raised a shoulder, he spoke slowly. “I asked you not to call me that, Tegoshi-kun.”
Tegoshi raised an eyebrow. “Are you drunk, Massu?”
“I don’t want you to call me like that”, the brunette repeated, but didn’t look at Tegoshi. “But… well, whatever, do it, if you like to, I don’t care.”
“You really are drunk!” Tegoshi gripped Masuda’s glass and drank some of the red fluid inside. “Hell, what’s that? How much of this did you drink?”
Masuda watched his roommate with serious eyes now. “That was an indirect kiss.”
Unimpressed, Tegoshi put the glass back to the ground. “You really had too much of this.” He took Masuda’s arm to get him to his feet.
“No... please…”, was all Masuda could say, before he stumbled and fell to the ground. There he started to laugh pretty loudly and Tegoshi sighed, before he helped him up again.
“I’ll better bring you back to our tent.”
“Yes, I don’t want to stay here, either”, Masuda said with a serious voice now and nodded. Then he reached out for his glass and drank the rest of what was left. “I don’t like it.”
“Then, don’t drink it.”
“It’s disgusting and makes me feel uneasy.”
Shaking his head Tegoshi wrapped one arm around the other boy’s waist to help him walking. No one was around or saw them walking back to the tent in the darkness.
“There’ll be a storm.” Masuda looked up to the pitch-black sky, as they walked to their tent.
“Yes.” Mentally, Tegoshi sighed over his situation.
“I don’t like storms.”
“I know.”
“What? How?”
The brunette opened the zipper for them to get into the tent and frowned. “Well, I’ve just noticed it some time. You always hide whenever there’s a storm.”
“You’re a stalker!” Masuda didn’t sound as infuriated as he pretended to be.
Tegoshi didn’t answer that. He knew he often watched Masuda, without even noticing it. He couldn’t do anything about it. But calling it “stalking”; he wasn’t yet that far.
As they arrived in the tent, Masuda sat down on his blanket and sighed heavily. “I really don’t like it.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
Masuda watched Tegoshi pulling off his, Masuda’s, shoes and asked himself if the brunette would get him undressed from his clothes, too. “When Miki kisses me.”
Unbelieving, Tegoshi raised his head and stared up at him.
“And when she touches me. I don’t like it in general.”
“To be touched?”, Tegoshi asked dumb.
But to his surprise Masuda nodded. “Yes. And to kiss; I don’t like that either.”
Tegoshi didn’t believe what he had just heard. He wouldn’t believe that- it had to be because of the alcohol, there was no other explanation for Masuda’s words. “I don’t want to know, Massu.”
“You really don’t care if I want that or not, do you? You just say it over and over again.”
The brunette really had problems to follow his roommate’s thoughts. He guessed Masuda talked about that nickname now. He just raised a shoulder and looked at him.
“I’ll tell you a secret”, Masuda said and leaned in to Tegoshi, who watched him with an uncertain look. “It’s okay, I even like it. I always say it’s bothering me, but it actually doesn’t at all.” He yawned and lay down on his bed. “If it’s you, who calls me like that, I like it a lot.”
Tegoshi just stared at him in disbelieve, couldn’t say a word about it. Masuda didn’t love Miki; didn’t even like to kiss or touch with her? Then, why was she his girlfriend?
“I guess I’ll go to sleep now”, was everything Masuda said and he turned around.
Tegoshi shook his head and decided to go to bed as well. He didn’t want to go back to the party anymore; he really didn’t feel like having fun now. He was confused and didn’t really know what to think of Masuda’s words.
Silently he got undressed to pull over some boxer shorts and a t-shirt. As he turned back he saw Masuda was still awake, staring at the ceiling. “Don’t you think it’s better to change your clothes for sleeping?”
Masuda nodded, got up and tried to strip off of his shirt, but he didn’t manage anything else than tangling his arms and fall back to the bed.
Tegoshi just sighed and bent over to Masuda to help him. “Really… Why didn’t anyone take care of you? Everyone knows you get drunk so easily.”
Pouting, Masuda looked up at him as his shirt fell to the side. “I don’t need anybody to ta.. take… whatever.”
“No one to take care of you, sure.” Tegoshi shook his head and hesitated to unbutton Masuda’s jeans. It was really difficult to handle for him, to keep his mind and behave. He had to resist his wants- Masuda was drunk.
But he noticed Tegoshi getting nervous. Masuda pulled him over himself, so that they fell onto the rather hard mat together. The brunette fell on top of Masuda and for a moment it remained silent between them. Then Masuda raised his hands and wrapped them around Tegoshi’s neck and arched his body.
Tegoshi’s hands were still between them and had moved to Masuda’s thighs because of them falling onto the bed. He tried to get to his knees and pressed his lips together to resist the other boy. He pulled his hands back and sat up while he tried to avoid Masuda’s gaze, which he could feel observing his face.
“Massu, please stop to….”
The older one just placed a little peck to Tegoshi’s neck and looked up at him then. “You said you’d love me; prove it now.”
Tegoshi wanted to say something, but nothing left his lips- he was speechless. It was mean of Masuda to use this fact to get what he wanted. “What the fuck happened to you?!” What a stupid question, he thought then. It was the alcohol, only because of the alcohol.
“I don’t like to be touched or kissed…” Masuda confessed again and his lips were wandering up to Tegoshi’s chin. “If you truly love me, it should be different then, right?”
“I’m not going to kiss you, Massu and I won’t touch you”, Tegoshi murmured and noticed his resistance fading away. “You’re the only one doing so.”
“Hmm.” Masuda tangled his fingers into the brunette hair. “And I like it a lot so far.”
Tormented, Tegoshi groaned and tried to be strong, but he could already feel at his hip just how much Masuda liked it - and Tegoshi hadn’t even touched him so far. “Stop it already… It kills me.”
Masuda closed his eyes and once again, he arched against the body on top of him. “Show me…”, he begged and licked his own lips without knowing what he did to the other male with that, “… Yuya.”
With that, Tegoshi lost all of his control. Not even once before had Masuda called him by his first name, had broken down that barrier and had created a relationship between them on that level.
As if they were close.
Tegoshi leaned in and pressed his lips to the bare skin over Masuda’s collar bone, spreading kisses over the skin, while his hands moved down to Masuda’s waist, gripping it tightly.
It was a mistake, a huge mistake and Tegoshi was aware of it, but there was nothing that could stop him. It was impossible to stop; not with Masuda burying his hands in Tegoshi’s hair the way he currently did, pulled him closer and sighing with each and every touch.
It made Tegoshi lose his senses, leaving him with nothing but that feeling, sensing nothing but Masuda’s taste, scent and noises and the feeling of his skin beneath Tegoshi’s hands and lips.
He took in every detail.
As he had already opened the button of the jeans, Tegoshi only had to slide it down now. He left a wet trace over Masuda’s chest, down to his belly.
Masuda groaned, raising his hips, trying to react to the sensations Tegoshi put him through.
“More...”, Masuda murmured and licked his lips, closed his eyes. “Don’t stop it.”
Tegoshi didn’t plan to. He knew he was able to show Masuda, to actually prove him just how good all this felt. That even Masuda could like it. It was only about the right ways, the right angles and usage of experience. Tegoshi watched him with a concentrated loo, as he moved his hand down between Masuda’s thighs, slowly settled it there.
Masuda’s look went black and he released a soundless voice, his breath quickening. As Tegoshi started to move his hand, he threw his head back, murmured incoherent words.
“It’s fine, Massu”, Tegoshi said quietly, letting him adjust to the feeling. “It’s all fine.”
Masuda reacted to it, calming down. His eyes were fixed to the ceiling, glassy and dark.
Tegoshi couldn’t recall to have ever seen them that dark.
By now, Tegoshi was pretty sure that each of this was completely new to Masuda. He hadn’t been this far ever before and it made Tegoshi want to stop, pull back, withdraw from Masuda and leave him alone. But there really wasn’t a choice for him, with Masuda writhing beneath him, trembling and practically begging for more.
He just had to give it, finish this.
Masuda pressed his lips together, wanted to hold back his cries, but he didn’t manage, as a new sensation hit him every moment.
Tegoshi bent down over him, his lips wandering downwards and he replaced his hands with his mouth, taking Masuda’s length between his lips.
It didn’t take much to make Masuda lose his breath, thrusting up ever so lightly and coming into Tegoshi’s mouth.
The younger one swallowed it, licked him clean then, before he let his head fall to Masuda’s thigh, breathing heavily.
Masuda seemed to calm down , as well and he shifted slightly, catching his breath.
“You’re so far away”, he murmured.
Tegoshi got the request and shifted up, until he lay next to Masuda, pulling him closer again. He smiled, as he ran his fingertips over Masuda’s sides.
Masuda sighed and returned the look for a moment, before he slowly leaned in and closed his lips over Tegoshi’s.
In surprise, Tegoshi groaned, but before he could even just answer that light kiss, Masuda had already parted his lips and shoved his tongue into the cavern of Tegoshi’s mouth.
Tegoshi didn’t even try resist. He just pulled Masuda closer and returned the kiss. With this, he could understand why exactly Masuda didn’t like the act, at all; he was completely inexperienced and kissed quite boldly. He didn’t put any feeling into it, didn’t do it with any finesse.
Tegoshi tried to slow it down and within seconds, he had Masuda give in and took control of the kiss. Masuda went limp in his arms and let Tegoshi once again guide him.
Tegoshi realised that this probably was exactly what didn’t work between Masuda and his girlfriend. Masuda needed to be guided himself and he wasn’t the one to take the lead naturally.
He could, but he needed experience for that, as well as self-confidence. And in this, Masuda had neither of them.
Tegoshi wished for nothing more than being the person to take exactly that lead for Masuda. He had just proven he could and that he could do it well. And he never wanted to let go again; he wanted more, just so much more.
After this, Tegoshi wanted all of it.
Slowly, they let the kiss spin out and Masuda nuzzled closer, as their lips parted, buried his face at Tegoshi’s neck.
“That was a good kiss”, he murmured.
Tegoshi laughed gently. “Pretty much.”
Masuda’s hand carefully and hesitantly wandered up and down Tegoshi’s side, until it came to a halt over the slender hip, fidgeting the fabric of Tegoshi’s shorts. “Let me help you out, too”, Masuda murmured quietly.
Tegoshi noticed Masuda’s lagged moves and smiled, pulling him closer, running his hand soothingly over the bare skin over his back. Masuda’s moves stopped completely and he just nuzzled closer to Tegoshi.
Tegoshi didn’t care too much. This was already more than he had ever dreamed of. Being so close, cuddled up to Masuda and holding him like this. Nothing could make it better or mean any more than this.
“I’m so tired”, Masuda murmured quietly and put his head to Tegoshi’s shoulder, running his lips gently over the bare skin.
“Everything’s fine. Go to sleep, Massu.”
“I’m sorry.” He closed his eyes, as he felt Tegoshi kissing his hair softly. “Thanks, Tegoshi-kun.”
With that, Tegoshi fell out of his clouds all at once. Reality came back only by Masuda calling him the way he always did.
How could he have done this? How could he have believed it wasn’t a mistake? He didn’t mean anything to Masuda, everyone would have been fine.
Masuda had just been drunk.
After all, Tegoshi had been the one of them with a clear mind, he should not have lost control. Masuda had a girlfriend, he wasn’t free to do anything like this.
Tegoshi had made Masuda cheat on her.
Masuda didn’t notice any of Tegoshi’s inner conflicts and just held on to him, murmuring a quiet “Stay here.”
Tegoshi didn’t manage to answer, he just nodded and let Masuda drift into sleep. He waited for a little longer, then he snug out of the embrace and sat up. He quickly pulled up Masuda’s jeans again and buttoned it, pulling a blanket over him.
Watching his sleeping face, Tegoshi thought of the consequences this would have and realised there wouldn’t be any.
He sneaked out of the tent. By now it was raining and he could hear the other ones, saw the dim light of the fire. He looked back into the tent, checking if Masuda didn’t wake up and then quietly closed the zipper.
No one would ever find out about it. Tegoshi would keep it as his secret and his most treasured memory.
He went down to the lake, dipping into the water and closing his eyes, before he started to tremble badly.
He could need the cool down badly.
“Okay, Jin, are you going to tell me, what exactly I did to you?”
Jin shrugged a shoulder and took a sip from his beer. “Are you going to tell me about your girlfriend?”
Kimura frowned and looked up, noticing the smell of rain in the air. Their party wouldn’t last for much longer.
“Sure. What do you want to know?”
“So you really have one.”
Kimura nodded. “Yeah, I do. We’re engaged already, actually.”
“It’s getting better with each word.”
“I can’t actually see why me having a girlfriend would make you that happy.”
Jin grinned. “Well, you probably are blind or something, if you haven’t noticed yet...”
“Is this about Kame-chan?”
“It’s disgusting how you call him that”, Jin pointed out. “Makes you look paedophile, you know.”
“So, I wasn’t imagining things.”
“I’m positive that boy has a crush on you.”
Kimura put down his bottle and raised a brow. “And that’s a problem for you?”
Jin leaned back in his camping seat. “He should look at me in the way he looks at you.”
“Isn’t this one of the old stories?” Kimura got up. “You always want what others have.”
“Well, everyone’s like that. And you don’t actually have Kazuya.”
“I have him crushing on me, don’t I? That’s all you want.” Kimura took a few steps, tilting his head, as if he was thinking. “You want him to fall for you and be completely dazzled by you and then you want to enjoy seeing him hurt over not being able to have you.”
Jin kept quiet to that.
“It’s always that way, isn’t it?”
“I don’t see any problem in that.” Jin emptied his bottle, as the first rain drops fell.
“But I do. Kame-chan is a nice boy and if him having a crush on me means he won’t wall for you, then I will not stop him from his feelings. I would even make him hopes, so he doesn’t even spend a single thought of you.”
With that, he turned and walked off, leaving Jin behind. He wandered for a bit, until he came to the lake. Tonight, he wouldn’t be able to go back to the tent. He didn’t want to be confronted with Jin once more.
The behaviour of the younger boy just pissed him off and he couldn’t guarantee to not get any meaner once they’d be confronted again.
Jin just had to learn his lesson for once.
Kimura felt sorry for Kazuya being involved in it and surely getting hurt with what both of them were doing, but he was sure, Jin would change in the end.
Frowning, he noticed someone swimming near the shore and came closer, trying to make out the person.
“Tegoshi”, he asked then and the person stilled.
Tegoshi stood and turned to him.
“You shouldn’t go swimming in a storm”, he said and pulled the younger boy out. “What were you thinking?”
Tegoshi just shrugged and started to tremble.
“You should go to your tent and pull on something dry.”
“I can’t.”
Kimura frowned and rubbed Tegoshi’s arms to warm him at least a bit. Even though it was raining, it wasn’t cold at all. He would get warm quickly. “Do you want to talk about what’s bothering you?”
Tegoshi hesitated for a moment, then he shook his head. “I can’t”, he repeated.
Nodding, Kimura didn’t push any further. He pulled Tegoshi to a dry spot beneath the trees and made him sit.
“Are you okay with me just staying with you then?”
Tegoshi pulled his knees to his chest and put his chin to them, before he silently nodded.
At least, Kimura thought and put an arm around Tegoshi’s shoulders, he didn’t have to spend the night out alone all by himself.
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