[TST] Reason 189 why Yosuke and Souji should not work together.
SIGH. And yes, I am terrible for writing this. No, it is not my fault that I wrote this - Neb and Jess are the ones purely responsible for making me have this idea in the first place. Posted here for archiving purposes. Rated NSFW, though it really isn't so... obvious. I guess.
Yosuke couldn’t really remember who it was that had started this whole thing-he knew right from the beginning that it was a bad idea to go along with Souji’s idea of working together as co-helmsmen on this ship (whatever its name was again-Serene? Serenade? Serenity?). He had expected Souji to do his usual slacking off (which he could handle), expected him to constantly annoy him in that usual way of his that he did, but the last thing he had expected was to be jumped upon by his silver-haired friend-cum-co-worker while they were working the night shift for that night’s flight. He hadn’t expected it at all, honestly; one moment he was staring boredly through the nearby windows, and the next moment when he turned around his back was against the wheel, its knobs digging into his back and even deeper as he struggled against Souji’s insistent attempts to stick his tongue into his mouth.
“S-Souji-don’t-mmph,” the brunette was given little chance to speak as he found his mouth occupied, fingers flexing uselessly as his hands unable to do anything else as his wrists were clamped down by his friend’s own iron grip. He could feel his back protesting over the handles of the steering wheel digging into ridges of his spine and back, somehow managing to keep the wheel in position so that the ship wasn’t going to go haywire while they were both busy and that tightpants captain wouldn’t have a reason to come here and check up on them.
At that thought, Yosuke now distantly wondered if Souji had actually been planning this-working night shift certainly was something they rarely did, as far as he could recall. Then again, they had only started working here since… the past two weeks or so. He wasn’t that certain about their schedules just yet. But still, he really couldn’t help but wonder if the silver-haired other was seriously planning this… everything did seem kind of coincidental now, when he thought about it. Or at least as much as he could think when there was another tongue in his mouth and a hand now wriggling into his already he-didn’t-even-know (when in Reial did Souji-) unfastened pants.
It took a bit before he managed to finally break off from their kiss, but even by then Yosuke found himself flushed and panting and knowing full well he was ridiculously hard-it had been a while since they really did… anything like this. The fact that Souji knew all his weak spots wasn’t exactly helping with the situation either. “P-Partner, we really shouldn’t be doing this…”
Souji’s smile was only a naturalized response to his protests as the silver-haired teenager leaned closer, shifting his head so that he was now placing wet, mind-numbing kisses all across his jawline. “Calling me ‘partner’ isn’t going to help with the situation, partner.” The innuendo was pretty damn clear in that last word, and Souji only punctuated it all the more with a nip at that patch of skin between jaw and neck and Yosuke couldn’t do anything else but to gasp and buckle against the hand the other had put between their crouches.
S-Shit, this is… the brunette barely managed to swear two words in his inner monologue before his mind was quickly distracted when he felt Souji’s fingers wrapping around him and just stroking him right there. Yosuke gasped, hips buckling mindlessly as he felt that surge of pleasure running up from his dick and down his spine and all over his body and fuck, that was just too good to stop now. He tightened his grip on Souji, eyes squeezing shut of their own accord as he pressed himself harder against the wheel behind him, by now barely even noticing the knobs that were digging into his back-all he could feel now was Souji’s breath on his ear, Souji’s hand wrapped around him and damnit-
“You really needed this, didn’t you?” he could faint hear his friend mumbling those words at the shell of his ear, and before Yosuke could say anything else Souji moved his head to catch his earlobe between his teeth, nipping and tugging gently. The brunette was sure that it was supposed to hurt, but it only felt good-the kind of good that made his knees buckle more than he would have liked to admit under other situations and made him grow even harder if that was even possible. He felt so damned hard already, and Souji’s fingers around him with that thumb teasing the tip was more than enough to make him swear softly and grit his teeth.
“Damnit, Soiji,” the brunette hissed, a strained sound just managing to escape from the back of his throat at the tail-end of those words.
All the silver-haired other did in response was to smile a little wider and lay kisses across his collarbone as he released his friend’s other wrist and idly tugged his pants down further. “Quiet now, or the captain will hear us.”
“You try being quiet when something like this is happening to you-aaaaah!” Yosuke found himself cut off effectively when Souji bit down on just that one spot on his neck that they both knew he was sensitive at, and the brunette swore once more as he buckled uselessly against the other. “S-Souji!”
“Yes, Yosuke?”
“…” The brunette managed to make a face despite all odds at the faux-sweet tone that the other was employing there and then. “Stop being so gay.”
“But I already am,” Souji responded with a small chuckle, shifting himself once more so that he was now kneeling before him. “And so are you.”
“I am not-” Yosuke started, only to be quickly cut off once more when Souji leaned forward and took him into his mouth and any form of coherent words died on his lips as the brunette made a quiet moan and jerked his hips once more. God, this was good… Souji was seriously way too good, even though they both totally were not gay at all but his tongue was lapping right at that spot that itched the most and it was warm and hot and wet and good and he was sucking just perfectly and if he going to continue like that the warmth and tightness in his stomach was going to explode any second now and he was going to-
“Hey, just what are you two doing in-oh shit,” came the voice of a certain someone who had just entered into the bridge-the last person Yosuke had hoped to see right there and then, actually. Everything in his body immediately died along with his modesty as the brunette found himself gaping in horror at the sight of one rather very disapproving face belonging to none other than Malcolm Reynolds, the captain of the ship they were working on.
Souji-goddamned Souji-actually had the nerve to look completely unaffected and hardly fazed by his entrance, even as he got up from his position and looked towards the captain. “Is there a problem, sir?”
The captain gave a withering glare towards the silver-haired teenager and then at the brunette, looking thoroughly unamused as he responded. “If I didn’t have a problem, would I even be here?” And as if to prove his point, he gave the two teenagers another look that made Yosuke want to curl up somewhere and die even more now. He knew this was a bad idea.
While the brunette wallowed in his own inner anguish, Mal only continued to eye the duo with annoyance while he went on. “I just wanted you two lovebirds to know that while you were busy with your sex life, the plane took enough of a dip bad enough to wake me up.” There was a pause as the man considered what to say next. “Can you two just keep your hands away from each other until you’re both off duty?”
“I’ll keep a note of it, sir,” Souji responded with an all-too natural ease.
That ease didn’t do anything to keep the frown off the captain’s face though. “Just see to it, or I’ll have to do something about it the next time I see the both of you making out while on duty.” Saying that, the man turned around and started to make his way out of the place, but then paused at the door and turned around, laying his gaze on Yosuke. “You, the brunette.”
Oh crap. Yosuke felt his blood froze as he straightened himself up, looking at Mal somewhat fearfully. “Y-Yessir?” came the timid squeak.
All Mal did was to roll his eyes. “Your pants-they’re unzipped. You don’t really want anyone else to look at you like that, do you?”
The brunette felt his face heat up at those words, quickly ducking his head down in embarrassment as he fumbled with zipping his pants back up. The man only sighed and turned to make his exit proper, muttering something along the lines of ‘damn kids these days and their whacked up hormones’ as he made his way back towards his cabin, hoping for a real good sleep now. Really, it wasn’t as if those noises he heard almost every night weren’t enough for him to deal with already.
Yosuke couldn’t really remember who it was that had started this whole thing-he knew right from the beginning that it was a bad idea to go along with Souji’s idea of working together as co-helmsmen on this ship (whatever its name was again-Serene? Serenade? Serenity?). He had expected Souji to do his usual slacking off (which he could handle), expected him to constantly annoy him in that usual way of his that he did, but the last thing he had expected was to be jumped upon by his silver-haired friend-cum-co-worker while they were working the night shift for that night’s flight. He hadn’t expected it at all, honestly; one moment he was staring boredly through the nearby windows, and the next moment when he turned around his back was against the wheel, its knobs digging into his back and even deeper as he struggled against Souji’s insistent attempts to stick his tongue into his mouth.
“S-Souji-don’t-mmph,” the brunette was given little chance to speak as he found his mouth occupied, fingers flexing uselessly as his hands unable to do anything else as his wrists were clamped down by his friend’s own iron grip. He could feel his back protesting over the handles of the steering wheel digging into ridges of his spine and back, somehow managing to keep the wheel in position so that the ship wasn’t going to go haywire while they were both busy and that tightpants captain wouldn’t have a reason to come here and check up on them.
At that thought, Yosuke now distantly wondered if Souji had actually been planning this-working night shift certainly was something they rarely did, as far as he could recall. Then again, they had only started working here since… the past two weeks or so. He wasn’t that certain about their schedules just yet. But still, he really couldn’t help but wonder if the silver-haired other was seriously planning this… everything did seem kind of coincidental now, when he thought about it. Or at least as much as he could think when there was another tongue in his mouth and a hand now wriggling into his already he-didn’t-even-know (when in Reial did Souji-) unfastened pants.
It took a bit before he managed to finally break off from their kiss, but even by then Yosuke found himself flushed and panting and knowing full well he was ridiculously hard-it had been a while since they really did… anything like this. The fact that Souji knew all his weak spots wasn’t exactly helping with the situation either. “P-Partner, we really shouldn’t be doing this…”
Souji’s smile was only a naturalized response to his protests as the silver-haired teenager leaned closer, shifting his head so that he was now placing wet, mind-numbing kisses all across his jawline. “Calling me ‘partner’ isn’t going to help with the situation, partner.” The innuendo was pretty damn clear in that last word, and Souji only punctuated it all the more with a nip at that patch of skin between jaw and neck and Yosuke couldn’t do anything else but to gasp and buckle against the hand the other had put between their crouches.
S-Shit, this is… the brunette barely managed to swear two words in his inner monologue before his mind was quickly distracted when he felt Souji’s fingers wrapping around him and just stroking him right there. Yosuke gasped, hips buckling mindlessly as he felt that surge of pleasure running up from his dick and down his spine and all over his body and fuck, that was just too good to stop now. He tightened his grip on Souji, eyes squeezing shut of their own accord as he pressed himself harder against the wheel behind him, by now barely even noticing the knobs that were digging into his back-all he could feel now was Souji’s breath on his ear, Souji’s hand wrapped around him and damnit-
“You really needed this, didn’t you?” he could faint hear his friend mumbling those words at the shell of his ear, and before Yosuke could say anything else Souji moved his head to catch his earlobe between his teeth, nipping and tugging gently. The brunette was sure that it was supposed to hurt, but it only felt good-the kind of good that made his knees buckle more than he would have liked to admit under other situations and made him grow even harder if that was even possible. He felt so damned hard already, and Souji’s fingers around him with that thumb teasing the tip was more than enough to make him swear softly and grit his teeth.
“Damnit, Soiji,” the brunette hissed, a strained sound just managing to escape from the back of his throat at the tail-end of those words.
All the silver-haired other did in response was to smile a little wider and lay kisses across his collarbone as he released his friend’s other wrist and idly tugged his pants down further. “Quiet now, or the captain will hear us.”
“You try being quiet when something like this is happening to you-aaaaah!” Yosuke found himself cut off effectively when Souji bit down on just that one spot on his neck that they both knew he was sensitive at, and the brunette swore once more as he buckled uselessly against the other. “S-Souji!”
“Yes, Yosuke?”
“…” The brunette managed to make a face despite all odds at the faux-sweet tone that the other was employing there and then. “Stop being so gay.”
“But I already am,” Souji responded with a small chuckle, shifting himself once more so that he was now kneeling before him. “And so are you.”
“I am not-” Yosuke started, only to be quickly cut off once more when Souji leaned forward and took him into his mouth and any form of coherent words died on his lips as the brunette made a quiet moan and jerked his hips once more. God, this was good… Souji was seriously way too good, even though they both totally were not gay at all but his tongue was lapping right at that spot that itched the most and it was warm and hot and wet and good and he was sucking just perfectly and if he going to continue like that the warmth and tightness in his stomach was going to explode any second now and he was going to-
“Hey, just what are you two doing in-oh shit,” came the voice of a certain someone who had just entered into the bridge-the last person Yosuke had hoped to see right there and then, actually. Everything in his body immediately died along with his modesty as the brunette found himself gaping in horror at the sight of one rather very disapproving face belonging to none other than Malcolm Reynolds, the captain of the ship they were working on.
Souji-goddamned Souji-actually had the nerve to look completely unaffected and hardly fazed by his entrance, even as he got up from his position and looked towards the captain. “Is there a problem, sir?”
The captain gave a withering glare towards the silver-haired teenager and then at the brunette, looking thoroughly unamused as he responded. “If I didn’t have a problem, would I even be here?” And as if to prove his point, he gave the two teenagers another look that made Yosuke want to curl up somewhere and die even more now. He knew this was a bad idea.
While the brunette wallowed in his own inner anguish, Mal only continued to eye the duo with annoyance while he went on. “I just wanted you two lovebirds to know that while you were busy with your sex life, the plane took enough of a dip bad enough to wake me up.” There was a pause as the man considered what to say next. “Can you two just keep your hands away from each other until you’re both off duty?”
“I’ll keep a note of it, sir,” Souji responded with an all-too natural ease.
That ease didn’t do anything to keep the frown off the captain’s face though. “Just see to it, or I’ll have to do something about it the next time I see the both of you making out while on duty.” Saying that, the man turned around and started to make his way out of the place, but then paused at the door and turned around, laying his gaze on Yosuke. “You, the brunette.”
Oh crap. Yosuke felt his blood froze as he straightened himself up, looking at Mal somewhat fearfully. “Y-Yessir?” came the timid squeak.
All Mal did was to roll his eyes. “Your pants-they’re unzipped. You don’t really want anyone else to look at you like that, do you?”
The brunette felt his face heat up at those words, quickly ducking his head down in embarrassment as he fumbled with zipping his pants back up. The man only sighed and turned to make his exit proper, muttering something along the lines of ‘damn kids these days and their whacked up hormones’ as he made his way back towards his cabin, hoping for a real good sleep now. Really, it wasn’t as if those noises he heard almost every night weren’t enough for him to deal with already.