"Just One Night" (3/3) - [Ryo/Yamapi/Jin]
Title: Just One Night (3/3)
Pairing: PIN ♥
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Obsessed!Ryo and Angry!Jin come face to face. Plus, the story ends here.
Yamapi smiles down at the mobile in his hand as its owner exits the bathroom, fresh from the shower. Ryo takes in the scene, feeling solace at Yamapi’s serene smile as everything is still, like a picture. Ryo breaks the silence and laughs.
“Is my phone that interesting?” he asks with what is supposed to be his trademark smirk, which over the last week has morphed into a soft smile.
“Oh, I was just talking to someone,” Yamapi says lightly, and suddenly Ryo is across the room, ripping his phone from Yamapi’s soft hand. He pushes buttons rapidly, finally getting to his list of incoming calls.
The most recent number glows brightly at him, taunting him, and he panics. Yamapi has tensed slightly on the couch at Ryo’s sudden actions, and tenses further when Ryo grabs him tightly by the wrist.
“What did he say to you?” Ryo demands, squeezing harder.
Yamapi winces slightly and looks up at Ryo with big eyes filled with a mix of confusion and fear. “Wha-? Ryo- it was just a wrong number.”
“That call lasted two and a half minutes,” Ryo growls. “Obviously, you didn’t hang up right away.”
Yamapi’s eyes grow bigger, and he questions himself if he was wrong for a split second. “He-he was crying!” Yamapi splutters automatically. “He said- he said he missed someone, and he was- he was just really lonely, okay? It hurts when you’re lonely!”
“AND WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY?” Ryo roars.
“I- I said not to worry. I didn’t want him to get sick, he was crying, and he was lonely, and I said- I- I said he’d find that person, because you know, best friends are special…” He trails off, looking into Ryo’s slightly less livid face.
“That’s all? You didn’t know who it was.”
“N-no!”
“He didn’t know who you were?”
“No!”
Ryo takes a breath and releases Yamapi’s wrist, which Yamapi rubs automatically. It’ll bruise, he figures, but that’s okay. “Okay,” Ryo says. He turns away from Yamapi.
Yamapi looks at him, still confused. “Ryo, why-?”
Ryo turns around with a hungry look in his eyes, a look Yamapi’s never seen on Ryo’s face before. It makes Yamapi feel naked, and he crosses his arms across his chest self-consciously.
“You know,” Ryo starts slowly, advancing towards Yamapi. “I’m the only one.” He says it factually, and Yamapi blinks.
And suddenly Ryo’s on top of him, sliding his hands underneath Yamapi’s shirt, all over his smooth chest. Yamapi gasps for air in surprise before Ryo crushes his lips with his own, sucking Yamapi’s bottom lip hard. Yamapi gasps again, and Ryo pushes his tongue into Yamapi’s mouth, kissing him hard almost desperately. His hands rub faster and he passes a thumb over a nipple sharply, making Yamapi arch gracefully underneath him.
Yamapi’s breath hitches as Ryo licks at Yamapi’s throat before pulling off Yamapi’s shirt. He rubs his hands roughly over Yamapi’s hard nipples, and bites at Yamapi’s collarbone, hard enough that a mark will appear within a couple hours. Yamapi groans in a mixture of pain, surprise, and pleasure as Ryo’s actions overtake him. Suddenly, Ryo pauses to look directly into Yamapi’s eyes.
“I am the only one.” He says it deliberately, with the same hungry look in his eyes, and Yamapi shivers underneath the gaze. Before Yamapi can ask Ryo what the heck he means, Ryo yanks at Yamapi’s pants and boxers, pulling them down roughly so that they scrape his bulging erection. Yamapi makes a sound, a mixture of pleasure and pain again, and Ryo dips his tongue into Yamapi’s navel before kissing the tip of his cock.
“Ryo!” Yamapi calls out, bucking his hips automatically. Ryo stops, doing nothing but holding Yamapi’s thin hips down to the couch.
“What do you want?” Ryo hisses, low and almost dangerous. “Tell me what you want. Beg for it, because I’m the one.”
Something in the back of Yamapi’s mind clicks, telling him that Ryo today is not safe, that something is seriously wrong, because they’ve always gone about it very gently, with passion and grace. This time is just rough, no grace whatsoever. But Yamapi just feels that need, after what Ryo’s done, so he moans, “Ryo, I need- I need-“
“Yessss?” Ryo asks, drawing out the word dangerously.
“Your mouth. Your mouth, Ryo, please. Fast. Hard. Anything. Now. Please.” Yamapi bucks his hips again as Ryo refuses him, teasing him cruelly by licking the inside of his thigh and blowing cool air on the wet patch. “Ryo!” Yamapi groans, feeling his cock throb and a drop of sweat slide down his forehead. He almost reaches down himself, but Ryo slaps his hand away.
“You need me,” he says quietly, before finally lowering his mouth over Yamapi’s neglected hardness. He works his mouth, teeth scraping, still rough, but Yamapi moans sensually all the same. He calls out Ryo’s name as he shudders and comes. As he lays there, eyes closed and incoherent, Ryo gets up and puts his mouth to Yamapi’s ear.
“I’m the only one who can make you feel this way,” he whispers in a low voice, before shutting himself in his room. Yamapi lies on the couch naked as his breathing normalizes. He raises his bruised hand to pass a finger over Ryo’s love bite, and sighs. When he stands up ten minutes later, he doesn’t bother picking up his clothes, just retires to his room naked, tired, and downright confused.
He drops onto his bed, not even using the blankets, hoping that sleep will solve his problems for him.
-
Jin sits up.
He’s enlightened.
He knows! He’s known all along where Yamapi was!
Why he instinctively tried to call Ryo when he dialed that wrong number a few hours ago.
What Ryo was doing outside the grocery store that day.
Why everyone told him not to worry.
Everyone was brainwashed by Ryo, and he was going to do something about it. Wherever Ryo had hidden Yamapi, Jin would rescue him, and they’d fall in love and live happily ever after. (He was picturing Yamapi either locked up in a tower with a four-poster bed and canopy, that or poor Yamapi locked up in a cage.)
He grabbed his jacket and ran out the door into the night.
-
Ryo enters Yamapi’s room about an hour after the younger man falls asleep, half sorry for what he’s done. He’s surprised to find Yamapi spread out on top of the bedspread naked though, and figures that it’s his responsibility to tuck his lover in properly. But as soon as he touches Yamapi’s skin, Ryo’s cock throbs as a reminder that he hasn’t gotten himself off yet. He rakes his eyes down Yamapi’s toned, perfect body, from Yamapi’s delicate facial features to the now reddish-purple mark on his collarbone, to his shaped abdomen, finally resting on his larger-than-average penis.
Well, he thinks, and reaches a hand quietly into his pants. He focuses on Yamapi’s slightly parted lips and recalls the feeling of those lips wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking his erection faster-
The doorbell rings.
Ryo curses. He removes his hand.
-
“Ryo.” Jin looks at him with a completely straight face, “no nonsense” clearly written.
Shit, Ryo thinks, as his penis quickly becomes flat again. “Jin, this isn’t a good time, I have a girl here,” he babbles in attempt to get Jin to leave right away. He vaguely wonders why Jin is sniffing the air that comes out through the doorway.
“Liar,” Jin spits at him. He draws back his arm in a fist, and a second later Ryo falls back onto the floor clutching his stomach partly in pain but mostly in shock. Jin could punch people? And it actually hurt?
“I can fucking smell him, Ryo,” Jin seethes, glaring down at the smaller man. “You fucking liar, you kept him here all this time, you stole him.”
Every word bites into Ryo, and he thinks, this is it, isn’t it? The last thing I wanted to happen. Jin is going to take him, and he-he’ll never back.
“I’m going to rip off your dick and make you fucking eat it,” Jin says harshly. “I know you think I’m stupid, and maybe I am, but the one thing I know is Yamashita Tomohisa, and no one, no one pulls shit like this ever.”
Jin takes a step towards the hallway, towards Yamapi, and Ryo does the first thing he thinks of. He leaps up and wraps his arms around Jin’s waist in a desperate attempt to weigh Jin down, to delay him from taking away what’s made him happiest.
“Ryo-” Jin starts, but freezes when he turns around, because Ryo is crying.
Full out crying.
“Don’t take him away!” Ryo cries desperately. “I didn’t- I didn’t mean to! It was just supposed to be for one night! I just wanted one more night. Just one more night!” Ryo shrieks out the last bit, and it cuts into Jin’s heart so that Jin can’t stop the tears from coming to his eyes.
“And how many nights have you had, Ryo? He’s been with you, just you for more than a week and I miss him! You know I miss him this badly, but you have to do this-!”
“LEAVE IT ALONE!” Ryo shrieks, almost hysterically. “PLEASE! PLEASE, DON’T TAKE HIM AWAY!”
“I NEED HIM!” Jin yells back. “I’m not giving him up! We’re best friends, we have a connection, WE ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE APART!”
Their tears mingle on the ground, Ryo still slumped pathetically on Jin, arms loosely wrapped around Jin’s hips. This is how Yamapi finds them, as he peeks around the corner after being woken up by their shrieks, and something that sounded vaguely familiar. Having quickly dressed in a tank and sweatpants, he comes out despite not knowing what is going on, or who the mysterious, tall, longhaired stranger is.
Jin’s mouth opens in shock, and before he can formulate words, Yamapi rushes to Ryo’s side. He wraps his arms around the older man, patting Ryo’s back.
“Pi,” Jin starts, taking a step forward, but Yamapi glares at him.
“Look, I don’t know who you are, but you’re hurting Ryo,” Yamapi says sharply. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
Jin’s jaw drops. He looks at Ryo, who half-turns, one sad eye gazing at Jin. “Ryo. You. You brainwashed him?!”
“Jin, he’s mine,” Ryo says quietly. He pulls at the neck of Yamapi’s shirt, exposing the prominent bite. “I marked him.”
Yamapi blinks. Jin blinks.
“Pi,” Jin says again, gently. “You. You really. Don’t remember me?” He gives Yamapi a smile, tinged with hurt.
A flash of a smile. Yamapi shakes his head to clear the image from his mind, and Jin interprets this as a no. He doesn’t know what to do, so he just stands there, unmoving.
Ryo collapses in Yamapi’s arms. “Ryo?” Yamapi yelps, eyes wide. He carries Ryo over to couch and sets him down carefully. He turns to get a wet cloth for Ryo’s forehead when suddenly Jin appears in front of him, blocking his path.
“Didn’t I tell you to leave?” Yamapi says, brows furrowed.
“Pi, please,” Jin says desperately, grabbing Yamapi’s hand. Yamapi tries to jerk it away, but Jin grips it tightly, refusing to let go.
The warmth of hands enveloping his own.
Jin’s bright smile.
Jin’s warm laughter.
Their secret handshake, not so secret anymore, but still as special.
The warmth of hands enveloping his own.
Suddenly Yamapi sways, his knees bend, and he almost hits the ground before Jin catches him in his strong arms. “Pi?” Jin asks worriedly.
Yamashita Tomohisa.
“Jin,” Yamapi says, looking up at Jin with big eyes. “Bakanishi.”
Jin pulls Yamapi in tightly for a hug, as tears fill his eyes. “Pi? I. I really. I really, really missed you.”
“Me too,” Yamapi cries as he squeezes Jin as hard as possible.
“I see how it is,” Ryo says, mostly to himself, having opened his eyes a little more than a minute ago. He sighs. That’s how it should have been all along, anyway.
-
“I wish this would go away,” Jin says, pressing a kiss to the inside of Pi’s purple-bruised wrist.
“It doesn’t hurt,” Yamapi replies softly.
“But it’s a reminder,” Jin persists, tugging at the neck of Yamapi’s shirt. “This too.” He rubs a thumb over the mark still present on Yamapi’s collarbone.
“It’s only been three days,” Yamapi says.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t come sooner,” Jin says, head down.
“Bakanishi!” Yamapi protests. “How many times do I have to tell you? It’s fine. It’s over.”
“Okay,” Jin sighs. “I can’t believe I didn’t know that was you on the phone.”
“But you found me,” Yamapi replies.
-
“Yo.”
Uchi closes the door.
Ryo counts to ten.
Uchi opens the door. “Whaaaat?” he says exasperatedly, deliberately looking past Ryo, arms crossed firmly across his chest. “You want me to take you back, huh?”
“I’m sorry,” Ryo says, looking at the ground. Uchi better accept that apology, he growls to himself. Being the attractive Osakan he was, apologies did not come easy. He slapped himself in the face mentally, nodding. Yes, he chided himself, he’d done something really bad. “Please forgive me,” he adds, bowing politely.
Uchi scoffs. “What makes you think I’ll take you back?”
“Well,” Ryo starts. He lunges forward, pushing Uchi inside, pressing him against the wall. Ryo’s hand skirts over Uchi’s groin, and Ryo whispers, “I can make it all up to you.” However, Uchi doesn’t shiver ad Ryo expected. The taller man pushes Ryo away and looks him in the eye.
“I top,” he says firmly, “no questions asked, for at least a month.”
Ryo makes a face. He nods submissively.
“Okay,” Uchi says. “Today I’m using these then.” He produces a pair of handcuffs like a magician.
Ryo groans.
-
Their shirts are off, and Jin presses his lips to Yamapi’s hungrily, pinning the younger man against the bed effectively. He breaks the kiss to scrabble with Yamapi’s pants, and Yamapi laughs.
“Jin, we can take our time,” he says with a smile, pushing Jin back slightly.
Jin looks at him, clearly distraught. “I’ve always wanted to touch you!” He says indignantly. “Always. This is only our first time, and you’ve done it with Ryo like, seven times.”
Actually, it’s eight, but Yamapi doesn’t correct him. “Bakanishi, we have our whole lives to change the numbers. Tonight, and the next, and the next, and on until we’re old and our cocks are shriveled and we don’t care about sex anymore.”
Jin scoffs and pulls back. “Pi, if that’s supposed to be romantic, you totally suck. I don’t want to be thinking about shriveled cocks when I’m fucking you! What the fuck. Besides,” he adds, smirking, “my cock will never lose its greatness. Yours maybe, but not mine.”
Yamapi laughs loudly. “You’ll change your mind about that when you see mine.”
Jin decides that he’s still in the mood for sex. “I’ll let myself in then, thanks,” he says smoothly, lunging at Yamapi’s zipper.
Pairing: PIN ♥
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Obsessed!Ryo and Angry!Jin come face to face. Plus, the story ends here.
Yamapi smiles down at the mobile in his hand as its owner exits the bathroom, fresh from the shower. Ryo takes in the scene, feeling solace at Yamapi’s serene smile as everything is still, like a picture. Ryo breaks the silence and laughs.
“Is my phone that interesting?” he asks with what is supposed to be his trademark smirk, which over the last week has morphed into a soft smile.
“Oh, I was just talking to someone,” Yamapi says lightly, and suddenly Ryo is across the room, ripping his phone from Yamapi’s soft hand. He pushes buttons rapidly, finally getting to his list of incoming calls.
The most recent number glows brightly at him, taunting him, and he panics. Yamapi has tensed slightly on the couch at Ryo’s sudden actions, and tenses further when Ryo grabs him tightly by the wrist.
“What did he say to you?” Ryo demands, squeezing harder.
Yamapi winces slightly and looks up at Ryo with big eyes filled with a mix of confusion and fear. “Wha-? Ryo- it was just a wrong number.”
“That call lasted two and a half minutes,” Ryo growls. “Obviously, you didn’t hang up right away.”
Yamapi’s eyes grow bigger, and he questions himself if he was wrong for a split second. “He-he was crying!” Yamapi splutters automatically. “He said- he said he missed someone, and he was- he was just really lonely, okay? It hurts when you’re lonely!”
“AND WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY?” Ryo roars.
“I- I said not to worry. I didn’t want him to get sick, he was crying, and he was lonely, and I said- I- I said he’d find that person, because you know, best friends are special…” He trails off, looking into Ryo’s slightly less livid face.
“That’s all? You didn’t know who it was.”
“N-no!”
“He didn’t know who you were?”
“No!”
Ryo takes a breath and releases Yamapi’s wrist, which Yamapi rubs automatically. It’ll bruise, he figures, but that’s okay. “Okay,” Ryo says. He turns away from Yamapi.
Yamapi looks at him, still confused. “Ryo, why-?”
Ryo turns around with a hungry look in his eyes, a look Yamapi’s never seen on Ryo’s face before. It makes Yamapi feel naked, and he crosses his arms across his chest self-consciously.
“You know,” Ryo starts slowly, advancing towards Yamapi. “I’m the only one.” He says it factually, and Yamapi blinks.
And suddenly Ryo’s on top of him, sliding his hands underneath Yamapi’s shirt, all over his smooth chest. Yamapi gasps for air in surprise before Ryo crushes his lips with his own, sucking Yamapi’s bottom lip hard. Yamapi gasps again, and Ryo pushes his tongue into Yamapi’s mouth, kissing him hard almost desperately. His hands rub faster and he passes a thumb over a nipple sharply, making Yamapi arch gracefully underneath him.
Yamapi’s breath hitches as Ryo licks at Yamapi’s throat before pulling off Yamapi’s shirt. He rubs his hands roughly over Yamapi’s hard nipples, and bites at Yamapi’s collarbone, hard enough that a mark will appear within a couple hours. Yamapi groans in a mixture of pain, surprise, and pleasure as Ryo’s actions overtake him. Suddenly, Ryo pauses to look directly into Yamapi’s eyes.
“I am the only one.” He says it deliberately, with the same hungry look in his eyes, and Yamapi shivers underneath the gaze. Before Yamapi can ask Ryo what the heck he means, Ryo yanks at Yamapi’s pants and boxers, pulling them down roughly so that they scrape his bulging erection. Yamapi makes a sound, a mixture of pleasure and pain again, and Ryo dips his tongue into Yamapi’s navel before kissing the tip of his cock.
“Ryo!” Yamapi calls out, bucking his hips automatically. Ryo stops, doing nothing but holding Yamapi’s thin hips down to the couch.
“What do you want?” Ryo hisses, low and almost dangerous. “Tell me what you want. Beg for it, because I’m the one.”
Something in the back of Yamapi’s mind clicks, telling him that Ryo today is not safe, that something is seriously wrong, because they’ve always gone about it very gently, with passion and grace. This time is just rough, no grace whatsoever. But Yamapi just feels that need, after what Ryo’s done, so he moans, “Ryo, I need- I need-“
“Yessss?” Ryo asks, drawing out the word dangerously.
“Your mouth. Your mouth, Ryo, please. Fast. Hard. Anything. Now. Please.” Yamapi bucks his hips again as Ryo refuses him, teasing him cruelly by licking the inside of his thigh and blowing cool air on the wet patch. “Ryo!” Yamapi groans, feeling his cock throb and a drop of sweat slide down his forehead. He almost reaches down himself, but Ryo slaps his hand away.
“You need me,” he says quietly, before finally lowering his mouth over Yamapi’s neglected hardness. He works his mouth, teeth scraping, still rough, but Yamapi moans sensually all the same. He calls out Ryo’s name as he shudders and comes. As he lays there, eyes closed and incoherent, Ryo gets up and puts his mouth to Yamapi’s ear.
“I’m the only one who can make you feel this way,” he whispers in a low voice, before shutting himself in his room. Yamapi lies on the couch naked as his breathing normalizes. He raises his bruised hand to pass a finger over Ryo’s love bite, and sighs. When he stands up ten minutes later, he doesn’t bother picking up his clothes, just retires to his room naked, tired, and downright confused.
He drops onto his bed, not even using the blankets, hoping that sleep will solve his problems for him.
-
Jin sits up.
He’s enlightened.
He knows! He’s known all along where Yamapi was!
Why he instinctively tried to call Ryo when he dialed that wrong number a few hours ago.
What Ryo was doing outside the grocery store that day.
Why everyone told him not to worry.
Everyone was brainwashed by Ryo, and he was going to do something about it. Wherever Ryo had hidden Yamapi, Jin would rescue him, and they’d fall in love and live happily ever after. (He was picturing Yamapi either locked up in a tower with a four-poster bed and canopy, that or poor Yamapi locked up in a cage.)
He grabbed his jacket and ran out the door into the night.
-
Ryo enters Yamapi’s room about an hour after the younger man falls asleep, half sorry for what he’s done. He’s surprised to find Yamapi spread out on top of the bedspread naked though, and figures that it’s his responsibility to tuck his lover in properly. But as soon as he touches Yamapi’s skin, Ryo’s cock throbs as a reminder that he hasn’t gotten himself off yet. He rakes his eyes down Yamapi’s toned, perfect body, from Yamapi’s delicate facial features to the now reddish-purple mark on his collarbone, to his shaped abdomen, finally resting on his larger-than-average penis.
Well, he thinks, and reaches a hand quietly into his pants. He focuses on Yamapi’s slightly parted lips and recalls the feeling of those lips wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking his erection faster-
The doorbell rings.
Ryo curses. He removes his hand.
-
“Ryo.” Jin looks at him with a completely straight face, “no nonsense” clearly written.
Shit, Ryo thinks, as his penis quickly becomes flat again. “Jin, this isn’t a good time, I have a girl here,” he babbles in attempt to get Jin to leave right away. He vaguely wonders why Jin is sniffing the air that comes out through the doorway.
“Liar,” Jin spits at him. He draws back his arm in a fist, and a second later Ryo falls back onto the floor clutching his stomach partly in pain but mostly in shock. Jin could punch people? And it actually hurt?
“I can fucking smell him, Ryo,” Jin seethes, glaring down at the smaller man. “You fucking liar, you kept him here all this time, you stole him.”
Every word bites into Ryo, and he thinks, this is it, isn’t it? The last thing I wanted to happen. Jin is going to take him, and he-he’ll never back.
“I’m going to rip off your dick and make you fucking eat it,” Jin says harshly. “I know you think I’m stupid, and maybe I am, but the one thing I know is Yamashita Tomohisa, and no one, no one pulls shit like this ever.”
Jin takes a step towards the hallway, towards Yamapi, and Ryo does the first thing he thinks of. He leaps up and wraps his arms around Jin’s waist in a desperate attempt to weigh Jin down, to delay him from taking away what’s made him happiest.
“Ryo-” Jin starts, but freezes when he turns around, because Ryo is crying.
Full out crying.
“Don’t take him away!” Ryo cries desperately. “I didn’t- I didn’t mean to! It was just supposed to be for one night! I just wanted one more night. Just one more night!” Ryo shrieks out the last bit, and it cuts into Jin’s heart so that Jin can’t stop the tears from coming to his eyes.
“And how many nights have you had, Ryo? He’s been with you, just you for more than a week and I miss him! You know I miss him this badly, but you have to do this-!”
“LEAVE IT ALONE!” Ryo shrieks, almost hysterically. “PLEASE! PLEASE, DON’T TAKE HIM AWAY!”
“I NEED HIM!” Jin yells back. “I’m not giving him up! We’re best friends, we have a connection, WE ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE APART!”
Their tears mingle on the ground, Ryo still slumped pathetically on Jin, arms loosely wrapped around Jin’s hips. This is how Yamapi finds them, as he peeks around the corner after being woken up by their shrieks, and something that sounded vaguely familiar. Having quickly dressed in a tank and sweatpants, he comes out despite not knowing what is going on, or who the mysterious, tall, longhaired stranger is.
Jin’s mouth opens in shock, and before he can formulate words, Yamapi rushes to Ryo’s side. He wraps his arms around the older man, patting Ryo’s back.
“Pi,” Jin starts, taking a step forward, but Yamapi glares at him.
“Look, I don’t know who you are, but you’re hurting Ryo,” Yamapi says sharply. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
Jin’s jaw drops. He looks at Ryo, who half-turns, one sad eye gazing at Jin. “Ryo. You. You brainwashed him?!”
“Jin, he’s mine,” Ryo says quietly. He pulls at the neck of Yamapi’s shirt, exposing the prominent bite. “I marked him.”
Yamapi blinks. Jin blinks.
“Pi,” Jin says again, gently. “You. You really. Don’t remember me?” He gives Yamapi a smile, tinged with hurt.
A flash of a smile. Yamapi shakes his head to clear the image from his mind, and Jin interprets this as a no. He doesn’t know what to do, so he just stands there, unmoving.
Ryo collapses in Yamapi’s arms. “Ryo?” Yamapi yelps, eyes wide. He carries Ryo over to couch and sets him down carefully. He turns to get a wet cloth for Ryo’s forehead when suddenly Jin appears in front of him, blocking his path.
“Didn’t I tell you to leave?” Yamapi says, brows furrowed.
“Pi, please,” Jin says desperately, grabbing Yamapi’s hand. Yamapi tries to jerk it away, but Jin grips it tightly, refusing to let go.
The warmth of hands enveloping his own.
Jin’s bright smile.
Jin’s warm laughter.
Their secret handshake, not so secret anymore, but still as special.
The warmth of hands enveloping his own.
Suddenly Yamapi sways, his knees bend, and he almost hits the ground before Jin catches him in his strong arms. “Pi?” Jin asks worriedly.
Yamashita Tomohisa.
“Jin,” Yamapi says, looking up at Jin with big eyes. “Bakanishi.”
Jin pulls Yamapi in tightly for a hug, as tears fill his eyes. “Pi? I. I really. I really, really missed you.”
“Me too,” Yamapi cries as he squeezes Jin as hard as possible.
“I see how it is,” Ryo says, mostly to himself, having opened his eyes a little more than a minute ago. He sighs. That’s how it should have been all along, anyway.
-
“I wish this would go away,” Jin says, pressing a kiss to the inside of Pi’s purple-bruised wrist.
“It doesn’t hurt,” Yamapi replies softly.
“But it’s a reminder,” Jin persists, tugging at the neck of Yamapi’s shirt. “This too.” He rubs a thumb over the mark still present on Yamapi’s collarbone.
“It’s only been three days,” Yamapi says.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t come sooner,” Jin says, head down.
“Bakanishi!” Yamapi protests. “How many times do I have to tell you? It’s fine. It’s over.”
“Okay,” Jin sighs. “I can’t believe I didn’t know that was you on the phone.”
“But you found me,” Yamapi replies.
-
“Yo.”
Uchi closes the door.
Ryo counts to ten.
Uchi opens the door. “Whaaaat?” he says exasperatedly, deliberately looking past Ryo, arms crossed firmly across his chest. “You want me to take you back, huh?”
“I’m sorry,” Ryo says, looking at the ground. Uchi better accept that apology, he growls to himself. Being the attractive Osakan he was, apologies did not come easy. He slapped himself in the face mentally, nodding. Yes, he chided himself, he’d done something really bad. “Please forgive me,” he adds, bowing politely.
Uchi scoffs. “What makes you think I’ll take you back?”
“Well,” Ryo starts. He lunges forward, pushing Uchi inside, pressing him against the wall. Ryo’s hand skirts over Uchi’s groin, and Ryo whispers, “I can make it all up to you.” However, Uchi doesn’t shiver ad Ryo expected. The taller man pushes Ryo away and looks him in the eye.
“I top,” he says firmly, “no questions asked, for at least a month.”
Ryo makes a face. He nods submissively.
“Okay,” Uchi says. “Today I’m using these then.” He produces a pair of handcuffs like a magician.
Ryo groans.
-
Their shirts are off, and Jin presses his lips to Yamapi’s hungrily, pinning the younger man against the bed effectively. He breaks the kiss to scrabble with Yamapi’s pants, and Yamapi laughs.
“Jin, we can take our time,” he says with a smile, pushing Jin back slightly.
Jin looks at him, clearly distraught. “I’ve always wanted to touch you!” He says indignantly. “Always. This is only our first time, and you’ve done it with Ryo like, seven times.”
Actually, it’s eight, but Yamapi doesn’t correct him. “Bakanishi, we have our whole lives to change the numbers. Tonight, and the next, and the next, and on until we’re old and our cocks are shriveled and we don’t care about sex anymore.”
Jin scoffs and pulls back. “Pi, if that’s supposed to be romantic, you totally suck. I don’t want to be thinking about shriveled cocks when I’m fucking you! What the fuck. Besides,” he adds, smirking, “my cock will never lose its greatness. Yours maybe, but not mine.”
Yamapi laughs loudly. “You’ll change your mind about that when you see mine.”
Jin decides that he’s still in the mood for sex. “I’ll let myself in then, thanks,” he says smoothly, lunging at Yamapi’s zipper.