"Advent Calendar" - [Pin]
“You spent some time with Toma recently, didn’t you? Was that fun?”
“We went for lunch, but he - he got a phone call, and then he had to leave.” Yamapi’s voice cracks in the middle and Jin thinks maybe his heart cracked too.
“But everything’s really good!” Yamapi continues, and Jin starts to feel sick. “Takki gave me a present, early, for Christmas. It’s an advent calendar; it’s fun. It makes me look forward to Christmas.”
“A what calendar?”
“You know, an advent calendar. The kind that starts in December and counts off the days until Christmas. This has a little piece of chocolate for each day, isn’t that kind of cool?”
Jin has a feeling that Takki gave it to him in apology for not being able to spend any time with his favorite kouhai, but rather than voicing his suspicion, he merely asks if Pi screamed or tried to run away when Takki tried to kiss him.
“I did not!” Pi says indignantly, and he counts to thirty as Jin doesn’t reply, and he knows Jin’s smiling on the other end. “Okay, maybe.”
“Which?”
“…Both?” he laughs softly into the phone, and only then does Jin smile, in relief.
“You know I’m coming home next week, don’t you?”
“Yes, Jin,” Yamapi says, “It’s been marked on my calendar for a month now.”
“I’ll spend it all with you.”
Yamapi laughs weakly. “No, you won’t. You’ll spend it with your family; that’s what Christmas is for.”
“No,” Jin insists, “its for spending time with your loved ones. Hang in there, okay? I’ll be there soon.”
There’s a substantial silence before Pi says, “I’ll be waiting, then.”
Jin hears the phone click and wishes that he could fast forward time so he could hold Yamapi in his arms and whisper sweet things into his ear.
-
Over the next few days, thoughts of Yamapi flood Jin’s mind, and it’s like he has fantasies all the time about how to solve Yamapi’s problems. All of them include kissing him, and half of them include fucking him, and Jin thinks he’s going crazy because he wants to do it all but there’s not way all that’s going to happen in one or two visits over the holidays. But then he remembers what Pi said to him, advent calendar? A little something every day? And Jin grins, because Takki is brilliant for giving Jin this inspiration.
-
Seven days before Christmas, Yamapi has just drifted into sleep when his cell phone rings. He answers it groggily, to hear Jin’s cheery voice.
“Hey! I’m on your doorstep, ringing your doorbell. Let me in?”
Yamapi’s so tired, he doesn’t bother putting on a shirt and just opens the door clad only in boxers.
Jin fights the urge to hiss, or to jump him right then, but God, he hasn’t seen Yamapi in months and he’s right there, shirtless, in all his golden-skinned glory, and even though it looks like he might drop into sleep at that very second, he’s still amazingly hot-
“Are you coming in, Jin?” Yamapi asks sleepily.
-
Yamapi pours them both some tea, more awake now. “You didn’t even go home first,” he states, eyeing Jin’s suitcase.
“What! I wanted to see you,” Jin protests.
Yamapi doesn’t say anything, but he feels happier than he has in a long time.
-
They end up playing video games until one in the morning, and suddenly Jin declares that they’re going shopping the next day, after he goes home for a little.
“Shopping for what?” Yamapi inquires, knocking out Jin’s character.
“Tuxes,” Jin says smoothly. “We have to go out to eat somewhere really nice sometime, and we need tuxes.”
“What wrong with suits?” Yamapi asks with big eyes.
“I like the way you look in tuxes,” Jin pouts.
Yamapi fails to suppress a smile.
-
They share Yamapi’s bed that night, both in just boxers, and Yamapi wakes up the next morning in Jin’s arms. He realizes that’s why he was so warm, and smiles in content.
-
Yamapi insists that he has a tux at home, and a couple of suits, but Jin insists that Yamapi could use a new tie, and that he has to try on a tux first to see if the tie looks right. Yamapi complies, but has no idea why Jin claps his hands in delight.
“Does this look good?” Yamapi frowns at Jin’s reflection, looking past himself as he adjusts the tie. It’s black silk with pink pinstripes, and Jin says the obvious: “Everything looks good on you.”
He takes a moment to savor this, 50% of the reason he made Yamapi come here, because he really does love that way his best friend looks in a tuxedo. Maybe it’s too sexy, he thinks, as his eyes take in the way the smooth black of a designer label makes Yamapi look that much more sophisticated, makes his limbs look longer and leaner than they are already, makes his chest look strong, and how the black of the tuxedo and the black of his hair bring out his smooth features. Jin loves this.
“Jin?” Yamapi asks with somewhat wide eyes after a minute because Jin is so obviously checking him out, and it’s a little awkward, being in public and all. Even if no one else is in the dressing room.
Jin doesn’t say anything; instead he chooses to push Yamapi back into the dressing room and up against the wall, and Yamapi takes a second to wonder how Jin managed to get him in this position and lock the door, all in a span of five seconds. But he stops thinking altogether when he feels Jin stroke him slowly through his pants, and bangs his head against the wall when Jin squeezes. Jin kind of chuckles, low in his throat, asking Yamapi if he’s alright before pressing his lips to the younger man’s, hand still kneading Yamapi’s quickly responding cock.
Their tongues battle until Jin breaks the kiss, and Yamapi gasps at having lost the sensation of Jin’s tongue in his mouth as well as the hand on his crotch. “Don’t worry,” Jin breathes on Yamapi’s lips before licking at the corner of Yamapi’s mouth as Jin slides off Yamapi’s jacket. He hangs it neatly on the hanger, as Yamapi reaches down to unzip his pants. Jin doesn’t even turn around, his back still facing Yamapi, when he commands, “Don’t.”
Yamapi freezes, fingers brushing the button on his pants, and Jin gets right in his best friend’s face with a serious expression, looking hard into Yamapi’s eyes. “I am touching you right now, okay?”
Yamapi squeezes his eyes shut because this is definitely turning him on even more, and his erection is really straining against the well-fitting pants, and he really just needs to be touched. He calls out Jin’s name with desperate need, and Jin smiles before kneeling down. Yamapi opens his eyes and exhales when Jin strips him of his pants, and has to fight off the desire to grab his own cock as Jin divests him of the pants and turns to hang those up neatly as well. Finally, finally, Jin pulls down Yamapi’s boxers and gives Pi’s neglected cock one good, slow stroke, enjoying the tremor that rocks Yamapi’s body.
“But this isn’t what you wanted, is it?” Jin whispers in Yamapi’s ear, before he bends down and licks the very tip of Yamapi’s cock, causing him to bury his fingers in Jin’s hair. “God, Jin!” Pi hisses as Jin blows cool air on the spot he’s just licked. “Please,” he begs in a wanton, desperate voice, and Jin figures he’s played around for enough before he takes Yamapi’s length into his mouth.
Yamapi moans, deep and sexy, and Jin works his tongue as Yamapi arches and pushes his hips to get more. Jin flicks his eyes up to see Yamapi with his head thrown back, eyes closed, writhing in pleaseure, and Yamapi feels Jin smile around his cock. Jin continues his ministrations, swirling his tongue and sucking as Yamapi clenches Jin’s soft hair harder and harder until he trembles harshly and comes, hot and thick, into Jin’s awaiting mouth.
-
Jin skips out of the department store happily, and Yamapi follows, smiling at the ground, slight redness to his cheeks. Jin turns around and smiles brightly at Pi. “I love shopping with you!” he declares loudly.
Yamapi blushes.
-
Yamapi thinks that he’s had it too good these last few days; see, Jin gave him dressing room sex, kitchen table sex, shower sex, and he’d completely forgotten how lonely he’d been the last week. But this was what Christmas was all about, wasn’t it? Spending time with the person you love.
Yamapi’s just poured himself a nice glass of orange juice when the doorbell rings; so he takes it up and answers.
He chokes.
“Ryo?”
Ryo gives him his trademark smirk, leaning on the doorframe. “Yo,” he says.
Yamapi raises an eyebrow.
Ryo’s face falls, and he lets out a sigh. “Okay, okay, see, I know you’re thinking that I’d spend all my time with Uchi right now, but you and I both know how much he loves his mama so he told me “Sorry Ryo-chan! I’m spending my time with Mama. We’re going to make sweets! And eat them! Maybe if I have time I’ll drop off a piece of cake!” Or something like that, and I haven’t seen him, and so I came here, and-” Ryo breaks off and gives Yamapi a pointed look.
“So,” Yamapi starts, tilting his head, “you came here to play some video games with me?”
Ryo sighs, comes in and slams the door, takes off his shoes, sets Yamapi’s glass of orange juice down on the ground, and pushes Yamapi onto the couch before Yamapi can blink. “Are you stupid?” he demands. “I came here to get some!”
Yamapi bats Ryo’s hands away as Ryo reaches down to undo Yamapi’s zipper, but Ryo is straddling him, and Yamapi’s becoming increasingly short of breath and he’s pretty sure he’s getting hard, but Ryo’s erection is pressing down on him, and both of them are starting to breathe really erratically but see, there’s something that Yamapi can’t stop thinking off right now-
“Ryo-chan,” Jin interjects, having just come out of Yamapi’s bedroom. The two look up at him, and Yamapi wonders why Jin is smiling so easily.
“You know,” Jin continues, “hot threesome sex wasn’t in my plans, but I suppose I can write it in. and I was saving these for tonight, but I don’t see why we can’t use them now.” He pulls out a pair of handcuffs from behind his back, making Yamapi’s eyes widen and Ryo’s eyes gleam with mania.
“Merry Christmas,” Ryo says, pulling both Yamapi and Jin into the bedroom.