PinCops for Maia
Title: I could bleed for a smile
Pairing: Pin
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, smut, a bit of angst?
Summary: It was supposed to be an easy mission. It should have gone fine. Somehow, it didn't.
Notes: For maayacola, the sweetest sweetest thing ever, who's sick and needs cheering, so I cheer her with fic, because I can't adore her more than I do ♥ Beta by ryogrande
It was supposed to be an easy mission, something without risk for the two rookies of the station. Just some high school punks causing trouble in the neighborhood, small robberies and petty fights. Go there, arrest them, bring them to the station, play bad good cop and bad cop, give them a warning and a scare. Nothing they should have any problems with.
They had been excited anyway, the day before when they had gotten the news and at the station the following morning when they were getting changed into their uniforms. Six months after they had graduated and were assigned to a calm neighborhood, it was their real first chance for some action, as Jin had put it. The excited bounce in his step made the handcuffs clink cheerfully where they hung from his belt.
They waited around one of the affected stores, a conbini where the boys stopped to get themselves snacks and bully the rest of the customers and the poor clerk after school was over. They were more excited than their mission allowed for, but Yamapi could easily blame it on finally being on duty outside the station and together, on a mission, even if arresting a bunch of rebellious kids barely deserved such a big name. He felt powerful and important. Beside him, Jin looked beautiful and imposing in his uniform, badge shining under the sun as he puffed his chest with pride.
The day had started good, sunny and happy. They were confident. The mission was supposed to be an easy one. Everything should have been fine.
Later, Yamapi would be told what had happened, several times. Later, they would ask him about what exactly he had seen and done, to fill in the reports, but Yamapi wouldn’t be able to remember. He would recall the teenagers walking into the store, recall walking after them and the slightly arrogant tone that excitement had pushed into Jin’s voice as he commanded them against a wall with their hands to their back; he would even admit a smug smile of his own.
The events had started blurring in his head the moment the gun was brought out. Not his, not Jin’s, and neither of them had understood how one of the kids had gotten his hands on a fire weapon. Most of the gang had run away at its sight, some of the customers too. Others had screamed and thrown themselves to the ground, others had frozen in fear. Later, Yamapi would only remember snippets of it - the boy’s trembling hands, the fear, Jin’s tense form by his side and someone crying in the background.
He would remember trying to approach the kid with calming words, the yell and the noise and the sudden impact against the ground, the air being knocked out of his lungs and the pain. He would remember the stench of blood and not knowing if it was his, if he was injured or dying or dead. He would remember the boy’s horrified cry as he ran away, the yells and the hands touching him, pulling him up. He could recall hearing, at the very end, like somehow the heavy atmosphere in the store had affected even the sound waves, Jin’s breathless gasp and the thud of the man’s body against the ground when he fell. And then life had returned to its usual speed, all too sudden, all too fast.
The gun had had a series number engraved in it, a registered weapon, traceable. Later they would tell him the owner was a lawyer with a thing for hunting and a son he paid no attention to, a son who had stolen his gun and shot a man with it. They would show him pictures of the boy - fourteen, younger than they had thought - and ask him if he had been the one to shoot, but all Yamapi would be able to see later would be Jin lying motionless on the ground, blood oozing from his side and dampening his blue shirt.
They had sent Yamapi home to calm down, but the empty apartment only reminded him further of Jin’s absence. Jin, who had been shot and taken away in an ambulance. Jin, who he hadn’t been able to see again, who could had been dying or dead, because who knew what had happened after his boss sent him home, even if the man had said his friend was alright, even though Jin had been conscious and feeling strong enough to smile faintly at him as they were wheeling him into the ambulance. Jin, who had pushed him away, who had saved him, who had received a gunshot for him. Yamapi didn’t notice the first tears sliding down his cheeks, but when he makes it to the couch the sobs were bubbling up in his chest, pushing through his throat and coming out in an incontrollable wave that Yamapi didn’t have enough strength to even try and stop. He curled up with a cushion between his arms, and cried himself to sleep.
The sound of the door unlocking woke him up hours late. There were voices whispering at the apartment’s tiny foyer, but by the time his muddy brain was able to process what was happening and make him stand up the door was closing again, and there was only Jin toeing his black shoes off in the genkan. Yamapi’s heart was suddenly beating in his throat, but Jin simply smiled; he looked so tired.
“Hey.”
“They let you off so soon?”
“Yeah, it was nothing, the bullet just grazed me. The boss mocked me for passing out because of such a light thing. He brought me here.”
It took a moment for the information to process in Yamapi’s brain. Jin was all right. He was alive, he wasn’t even seriously injured. Jin was in front of him, looking like he needed to sleep for three days straight but smiling, and alive, and real. He was throwing himself at the man with a sob before he knew, wrapping his arms tightly around his friend’s torso. There was a soft oof and Jin swayed backwards a bit, but he embraced Yamapi back. Jin lowered his cheek onto Yamapi’s head when he rested it against the other’s chest.
“Why are you crying? I’m here, safe.”
“I was so afraid,” Yamapi muttered against Jin’s chest, and the other man sighed.
“Me too.” Jin’s arms tightened around him like he feared Yamapi was going to go away, like there was somewhere else Yamapi would rather be than held between them. “For a moment I thought I wouldn’t make it to you on time, that the bullet would kill you.”
Yamapi made a weird sound between a laugh and a sob. “Idiot.”
He could feel Jin’s chest rumbling with badly hidden laughter as he burrowed his face deeper into it. It was only then that he realized Jin was still wearing his uniform shirt, and it stank with the smell of antiseptics and blood; the fabric was torn, rough and crispy under his fingers when Yamapi brushed over the zone where the bullet had injured his friend. He felt panic and nausea rising together into his throat and rushed to pull at the buttons of the garment, tearing a few of them apart before he was finally able to slide the ruined shirt over Jin’s shoulders.
“Take this off, take it off.”
“If you want me to strip for you so badly you only need to ask for it.”
Jin tried to keep his tone light and joking, but his eyes were round with shock at the urgency in his friend’s voice, the slightly desperate tone. Yamapi blushed, scrunching the shirt in his hands before throwing it away, far from sight.
“It smelled like blood and…”
Jin sighed and pulled Yamapi close again, only this time his hands cupped the man’s face instead of hugging him. “I’m fine. You can see it. You can touch me, make sure for yourself. I’m alive, it’s just a scratch, I’m not going to die. I would never leave you alone like that.”
Yamapi was not sure whether he wanted to laugh or cry, but before he could do either Jin was leaning in so close that Yamapi could smell the cigarettes and mints on his breath, and of course Jin had been smoking, because Jin always smoked like a chimney when he was stressed or nervous or scared, and then Yamapi’s brain stopped functioning for good because there were lips on his, and Jin was kissing him and it was just too much to process.
It was over all too soon, just when Yamapi was starting to finally get into it and kiss back, and he leaned in a little whine to follow Jin’s lips up when the man finally pulled apart.
“Better?”
“No.”
Yamapi didn’t know what had possessed him, but he couldn’t bring himself to care as he looped his arms around Jin’s neck and pulled him down for another kiss. Maybe it was the fear still gripping at his mind and his body, maybe it’s the sudden rush of relief and adrenaline at seeing Jin safe and sound and within reach, or maybe the incident just woke up something inside Yamapi, something that made him want to hold onto his friend and never let go, to kiss him like there was no tomorrow, to see Jin trapped under his own body, to feel him moving and breathing and alive. He tried to convey everything into the kiss, fierce and urgent and demanding, and Jin laughed a little breathlessly against his lips as he pulled the man into the corridor by little tugs on his belt.
They made it to Jin’s bedroom, somehow, Yamapi couldn’t care less, and then Jin was lying on his back on the bed and Yamapi was hovering over him and kissing him again with a passion he didn’t know his best friend could wake in him. To the noise of the duvet shuffling under their bodies they added their own little moans, breathless in between kisses. There were hands over Yamapi’s back, pulling at his shirt and sliding down to his ass before running up again to tangle in his hair, and Yamapi’s lips moved from Jin’s mouth to his neck and his collarbones and his chest until they found the white bandage wrapped tightly around his ribs.
He kissed it softly, carefully, wondering if he would be able to feel Jin’s wound under it, if he could accidentally hurt Jin. Jin only released a heavy sigh and trembled a bit under him. Yamapi kissed every bit of Jin he could, touched every patch of warm skin his hands could reach, and he was so pulled into the feeling that he was startled when he felt an erection poking his hip. Jin blushed and averted his eyes when Yamapi looked at him, a bit shocked, but a sudden hit was quick to take his own cheeks when Jin shifted and he realized his own hard cock had been poking into his friend’s thigh for a while.
“Jin…”
“I, uhm… There’s lube and condoms in the bedside table’s drawer…” Jin’s blush turned a few shades of darker red, but Yamapi was unable to react, just looking at him in shock.
“Jin, are you sure…? I’ve never… I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I doubt it will hurt more than a bullet wound, Pi.”
Jin tone was joking, trying to keep the atmosphere light, but Pi could see the way he nervously sucked his lower lip into his lips and the slightly irregular pace of his breathing. He leaned in to kiss him again, sweet and reassuring despite his own nervousness at the simple thought of what Jin was suggesting they do. Jin’s hands were tugging on the loose sweatshirt Yamapi had changed into after arriving home and he broke away to get rid of it, quickly following with his pajama trousers because he doesn’t want to leave the warmth of Jin’s body again.
He let his hands roam over Jin’s body, down the white bandages and over the flat stomach before they reached the belt. He started to tug it free before his fingers brushed against something cold and metallic, and he finds himself holding Jin’s handcuffs. Yamapi smiled as an idea crossed his mind, and soon he was cuffing Jin’s wrists to the headboard. Jin pulled a little, giving his best friend a look between confused, shocked and amused.
“I already told you I wasn’t going to leave you. I’m not going anywhere.”
Yamapi kissed Jin’s brow and then nibbled a little on his nose, making him shake his head with a laugh. “I want to make sure.”
Jin laughed, happy and loud and bright, and Yamapi wondered why he had never realized how beautiful the sound was, how awe inspiring Jin looked when he was happy like that; he found himself almost glad the incident had happened, now that his mind was finally wrapping around the fact that Jin was safe, if only because it had made him realize just how important his best friend was for him. He took a moment to admire Jin’s beauty under him, at least until a sneaky foot made its way to his crotch and reminded him of his erection.
Jin’s uniform slacks were fast to go, quickly followed by his underwear, and then the man was spread under Yamapi in all his glory, naked and trembling and so beautiful it made Yamapi’s heart ache; his arms were raised above his head and his hair messy and wild over the pillow. His stomach quivered with every breath, and Yamapi trailed his tongue down to the dip under the navel where the dark line of hair started, leading down to Jin’s crotch and his hard cock, already leaking pre-cum. Yamapi gave it a couple of tentative licks before stretching to get the lube and the condoms, though Jin’s whine prompted him to get back to his task.
It was a bit clumsy and awkward as Yamapi had never done it before, but Jin was moaning loudly and spreading his legs further without even needing to be prompted about it. His breath hitched a bit as his friend slid in the first lubed finger, and Yamapi pulled back to look seriously at him.
“Jin?”
“It’s fine.”
“Just tell me if I hurt you, alright?”
“Yeah, don’t worry. I’m fine. I’ll tell you.”
Yamapi was not very convinced, but he went back to Jin’s cock, licking and sucking and taking as much of him as he could, which was not an easy task. He still watched Jin, because he knew Jin would never tell him if he hurt him, would never want to worry him like that. He watched the discomfort etched in Jin’s frowning brow slowly ease itself into pleasure as he bobbed his head and pushed in another finger, and then the pleasure dissolved into ecstasy when three of his digits found something inside of Jin that made his friend arch off the bed, handcuffs or not. Yamapi pressed against that spot again and again and again, because he had never seen Jin looking more beautiful than he did then, moaning and coming undone.
His own need soon became too much. Yamapi slid the condom onto his cock with one hand, fingers still deep inside Jin, and spread some lube over it. He didn’t even give his friend time to complain about it when he finally brought his fingers out, because the next second he was leaning over Jin and pushing into him, deep, deep, deeper until he couldn’t go anymore and Jin was tight and warm around him and flush against him, chest to chest and breaths mixing in heavy moans. He moved his hips slowly, once, twice, and then Jin bucked up to meet him and he cursed loudly and finally picked up a pace.
They didn’t last much, tired and wound up too tight from the incident as they were, emotionally on the edge. Jin had his eyes closed as the pleasure waved through him, but Yamapi couldn’t look away from him, from how beautiful and breathtaking he looked, and even with the white bandages reminding them of what had happened he couldn’t have looked more perfect in Yamapi’s eyes. His stomach dipped with a gasp when Yamapi wrapped his hand around his cock and started to pump it fast and maybe a little too roughly, in time with his thrusts, pushing him, pushing them, closer and closer to the edge until Jin came, or Yamapi came first, or they came together; he couldn’t care less, because as everything exploded into an exhilarating white Yamapi could only think that he had never felt this good before, and that Jin seemed to be glowing, so beautiful he looked.
It took Jin longer to recover, face scrunching up in pain for a moment as with the wound and the aftermath of his orgasm it was painful to take in the first couple of breaths. A heavy weight settled on his lap and he blinked his eyes open slowly, frown easing into a smile as the pain receded and he was able to breathe normally, albeit having his best friend sitting across his stomach. Yamapi brushed his fingers over his brow, wiping some sweat again.
“You okay?”
Jin grinned. “No, your fat ass is too heavy.”
Yamapi rolled his eyes, tickling Jin’s sides meanly but being careful enough to avoid the bandages and the area around the wound. Jin yelped and giggled and tried to shake him off without much luck, until Yamapi finally took mercy on him.
As the calm settled again, Jin took deep breaths to regain some air, but it was him who spoke first. “Do you think we should talk about this? About what it means and…”
“No.” Yamapi frowned stubbornly, though his cheeks were looking just as brightly red as Jin’s. “The only thing we need to talk about is that I owe you my life and I love you and if you ever give me a scare like this again I’ll shoot you myself.”
He said it in the same breath, fast and with the words tripping over each other at the end. Jin looked at him with a weird expression for a moment, puzzled and shocked, before he burst out laughing so hard that Yamapi felt the tremors of his stomach muscles where they rested against his thighs. He frowned, mildly offended to have the one he had just confessed to laughing at his confession, messy and lame as it had been, but then Jin shook his hands and made the handcuffs rattle with a happy metallic clink.
“Unlock them.”
Yamapi obeyed with a pout, ready to rant at Jin about how he was such an awful best friend, and an awful lover, and an awful everything, when the man’s arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him down until their lips were inches apart and he had to cross his eyes with the effort of looking at Jin from so close. He supposed it made him look funny, because Jin looked like he wanted to laugh again.
“I love you too.”
And then he kissed him.
Pairing: Pin
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, smut, a bit of angst?
Summary: It was supposed to be an easy mission. It should have gone fine. Somehow, it didn't.
Notes: For maayacola, the sweetest sweetest thing ever, who's sick and needs cheering, so I cheer her with fic, because I can't adore her more than I do ♥ Beta by ryogrande
It was supposed to be an easy mission, something without risk for the two rookies of the station. Just some high school punks causing trouble in the neighborhood, small robberies and petty fights. Go there, arrest them, bring them to the station, play bad good cop and bad cop, give them a warning and a scare. Nothing they should have any problems with.
They had been excited anyway, the day before when they had gotten the news and at the station the following morning when they were getting changed into their uniforms. Six months after they had graduated and were assigned to a calm neighborhood, it was their real first chance for some action, as Jin had put it. The excited bounce in his step made the handcuffs clink cheerfully where they hung from his belt.
They waited around one of the affected stores, a conbini where the boys stopped to get themselves snacks and bully the rest of the customers and the poor clerk after school was over. They were more excited than their mission allowed for, but Yamapi could easily blame it on finally being on duty outside the station and together, on a mission, even if arresting a bunch of rebellious kids barely deserved such a big name. He felt powerful and important. Beside him, Jin looked beautiful and imposing in his uniform, badge shining under the sun as he puffed his chest with pride.
The day had started good, sunny and happy. They were confident. The mission was supposed to be an easy one. Everything should have been fine.
Later, Yamapi would be told what had happened, several times. Later, they would ask him about what exactly he had seen and done, to fill in the reports, but Yamapi wouldn’t be able to remember. He would recall the teenagers walking into the store, recall walking after them and the slightly arrogant tone that excitement had pushed into Jin’s voice as he commanded them against a wall with their hands to their back; he would even admit a smug smile of his own.
The events had started blurring in his head the moment the gun was brought out. Not his, not Jin’s, and neither of them had understood how one of the kids had gotten his hands on a fire weapon. Most of the gang had run away at its sight, some of the customers too. Others had screamed and thrown themselves to the ground, others had frozen in fear. Later, Yamapi would only remember snippets of it - the boy’s trembling hands, the fear, Jin’s tense form by his side and someone crying in the background.
He would remember trying to approach the kid with calming words, the yell and the noise and the sudden impact against the ground, the air being knocked out of his lungs and the pain. He would remember the stench of blood and not knowing if it was his, if he was injured or dying or dead. He would remember the boy’s horrified cry as he ran away, the yells and the hands touching him, pulling him up. He could recall hearing, at the very end, like somehow the heavy atmosphere in the store had affected even the sound waves, Jin’s breathless gasp and the thud of the man’s body against the ground when he fell. And then life had returned to its usual speed, all too sudden, all too fast.
The gun had had a series number engraved in it, a registered weapon, traceable. Later they would tell him the owner was a lawyer with a thing for hunting and a son he paid no attention to, a son who had stolen his gun and shot a man with it. They would show him pictures of the boy - fourteen, younger than they had thought - and ask him if he had been the one to shoot, but all Yamapi would be able to see later would be Jin lying motionless on the ground, blood oozing from his side and dampening his blue shirt.
They had sent Yamapi home to calm down, but the empty apartment only reminded him further of Jin’s absence. Jin, who had been shot and taken away in an ambulance. Jin, who he hadn’t been able to see again, who could had been dying or dead, because who knew what had happened after his boss sent him home, even if the man had said his friend was alright, even though Jin had been conscious and feeling strong enough to smile faintly at him as they were wheeling him into the ambulance. Jin, who had pushed him away, who had saved him, who had received a gunshot for him. Yamapi didn’t notice the first tears sliding down his cheeks, but when he makes it to the couch the sobs were bubbling up in his chest, pushing through his throat and coming out in an incontrollable wave that Yamapi didn’t have enough strength to even try and stop. He curled up with a cushion between his arms, and cried himself to sleep.
The sound of the door unlocking woke him up hours late. There were voices whispering at the apartment’s tiny foyer, but by the time his muddy brain was able to process what was happening and make him stand up the door was closing again, and there was only Jin toeing his black shoes off in the genkan. Yamapi’s heart was suddenly beating in his throat, but Jin simply smiled; he looked so tired.
“Hey.”
“They let you off so soon?”
“Yeah, it was nothing, the bullet just grazed me. The boss mocked me for passing out because of such a light thing. He brought me here.”
It took a moment for the information to process in Yamapi’s brain. Jin was all right. He was alive, he wasn’t even seriously injured. Jin was in front of him, looking like he needed to sleep for three days straight but smiling, and alive, and real. He was throwing himself at the man with a sob before he knew, wrapping his arms tightly around his friend’s torso. There was a soft oof and Jin swayed backwards a bit, but he embraced Yamapi back. Jin lowered his cheek onto Yamapi’s head when he rested it against the other’s chest.
“Why are you crying? I’m here, safe.”
“I was so afraid,” Yamapi muttered against Jin’s chest, and the other man sighed.
“Me too.” Jin’s arms tightened around him like he feared Yamapi was going to go away, like there was somewhere else Yamapi would rather be than held between them. “For a moment I thought I wouldn’t make it to you on time, that the bullet would kill you.”
Yamapi made a weird sound between a laugh and a sob. “Idiot.”
He could feel Jin’s chest rumbling with badly hidden laughter as he burrowed his face deeper into it. It was only then that he realized Jin was still wearing his uniform shirt, and it stank with the smell of antiseptics and blood; the fabric was torn, rough and crispy under his fingers when Yamapi brushed over the zone where the bullet had injured his friend. He felt panic and nausea rising together into his throat and rushed to pull at the buttons of the garment, tearing a few of them apart before he was finally able to slide the ruined shirt over Jin’s shoulders.
“Take this off, take it off.”
“If you want me to strip for you so badly you only need to ask for it.”
Jin tried to keep his tone light and joking, but his eyes were round with shock at the urgency in his friend’s voice, the slightly desperate tone. Yamapi blushed, scrunching the shirt in his hands before throwing it away, far from sight.
“It smelled like blood and…”
Jin sighed and pulled Yamapi close again, only this time his hands cupped the man’s face instead of hugging him. “I’m fine. You can see it. You can touch me, make sure for yourself. I’m alive, it’s just a scratch, I’m not going to die. I would never leave you alone like that.”
Yamapi was not sure whether he wanted to laugh or cry, but before he could do either Jin was leaning in so close that Yamapi could smell the cigarettes and mints on his breath, and of course Jin had been smoking, because Jin always smoked like a chimney when he was stressed or nervous or scared, and then Yamapi’s brain stopped functioning for good because there were lips on his, and Jin was kissing him and it was just too much to process.
It was over all too soon, just when Yamapi was starting to finally get into it and kiss back, and he leaned in a little whine to follow Jin’s lips up when the man finally pulled apart.
“Better?”
“No.”
Yamapi didn’t know what had possessed him, but he couldn’t bring himself to care as he looped his arms around Jin’s neck and pulled him down for another kiss. Maybe it was the fear still gripping at his mind and his body, maybe it’s the sudden rush of relief and adrenaline at seeing Jin safe and sound and within reach, or maybe the incident just woke up something inside Yamapi, something that made him want to hold onto his friend and never let go, to kiss him like there was no tomorrow, to see Jin trapped under his own body, to feel him moving and breathing and alive. He tried to convey everything into the kiss, fierce and urgent and demanding, and Jin laughed a little breathlessly against his lips as he pulled the man into the corridor by little tugs on his belt.
They made it to Jin’s bedroom, somehow, Yamapi couldn’t care less, and then Jin was lying on his back on the bed and Yamapi was hovering over him and kissing him again with a passion he didn’t know his best friend could wake in him. To the noise of the duvet shuffling under their bodies they added their own little moans, breathless in between kisses. There were hands over Yamapi’s back, pulling at his shirt and sliding down to his ass before running up again to tangle in his hair, and Yamapi’s lips moved from Jin’s mouth to his neck and his collarbones and his chest until they found the white bandage wrapped tightly around his ribs.
He kissed it softly, carefully, wondering if he would be able to feel Jin’s wound under it, if he could accidentally hurt Jin. Jin only released a heavy sigh and trembled a bit under him. Yamapi kissed every bit of Jin he could, touched every patch of warm skin his hands could reach, and he was so pulled into the feeling that he was startled when he felt an erection poking his hip. Jin blushed and averted his eyes when Yamapi looked at him, a bit shocked, but a sudden hit was quick to take his own cheeks when Jin shifted and he realized his own hard cock had been poking into his friend’s thigh for a while.
“Jin…”
“I, uhm… There’s lube and condoms in the bedside table’s drawer…” Jin’s blush turned a few shades of darker red, but Yamapi was unable to react, just looking at him in shock.
“Jin, are you sure…? I’ve never… I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I doubt it will hurt more than a bullet wound, Pi.”
Jin tone was joking, trying to keep the atmosphere light, but Pi could see the way he nervously sucked his lower lip into his lips and the slightly irregular pace of his breathing. He leaned in to kiss him again, sweet and reassuring despite his own nervousness at the simple thought of what Jin was suggesting they do. Jin’s hands were tugging on the loose sweatshirt Yamapi had changed into after arriving home and he broke away to get rid of it, quickly following with his pajama trousers because he doesn’t want to leave the warmth of Jin’s body again.
He let his hands roam over Jin’s body, down the white bandages and over the flat stomach before they reached the belt. He started to tug it free before his fingers brushed against something cold and metallic, and he finds himself holding Jin’s handcuffs. Yamapi smiled as an idea crossed his mind, and soon he was cuffing Jin’s wrists to the headboard. Jin pulled a little, giving his best friend a look between confused, shocked and amused.
“I already told you I wasn’t going to leave you. I’m not going anywhere.”
Yamapi kissed Jin’s brow and then nibbled a little on his nose, making him shake his head with a laugh. “I want to make sure.”
Jin laughed, happy and loud and bright, and Yamapi wondered why he had never realized how beautiful the sound was, how awe inspiring Jin looked when he was happy like that; he found himself almost glad the incident had happened, now that his mind was finally wrapping around the fact that Jin was safe, if only because it had made him realize just how important his best friend was for him. He took a moment to admire Jin’s beauty under him, at least until a sneaky foot made its way to his crotch and reminded him of his erection.
Jin’s uniform slacks were fast to go, quickly followed by his underwear, and then the man was spread under Yamapi in all his glory, naked and trembling and so beautiful it made Yamapi’s heart ache; his arms were raised above his head and his hair messy and wild over the pillow. His stomach quivered with every breath, and Yamapi trailed his tongue down to the dip under the navel where the dark line of hair started, leading down to Jin’s crotch and his hard cock, already leaking pre-cum. Yamapi gave it a couple of tentative licks before stretching to get the lube and the condoms, though Jin’s whine prompted him to get back to his task.
It was a bit clumsy and awkward as Yamapi had never done it before, but Jin was moaning loudly and spreading his legs further without even needing to be prompted about it. His breath hitched a bit as his friend slid in the first lubed finger, and Yamapi pulled back to look seriously at him.
“Jin?”
“It’s fine.”
“Just tell me if I hurt you, alright?”
“Yeah, don’t worry. I’m fine. I’ll tell you.”
Yamapi was not very convinced, but he went back to Jin’s cock, licking and sucking and taking as much of him as he could, which was not an easy task. He still watched Jin, because he knew Jin would never tell him if he hurt him, would never want to worry him like that. He watched the discomfort etched in Jin’s frowning brow slowly ease itself into pleasure as he bobbed his head and pushed in another finger, and then the pleasure dissolved into ecstasy when three of his digits found something inside of Jin that made his friend arch off the bed, handcuffs or not. Yamapi pressed against that spot again and again and again, because he had never seen Jin looking more beautiful than he did then, moaning and coming undone.
His own need soon became too much. Yamapi slid the condom onto his cock with one hand, fingers still deep inside Jin, and spread some lube over it. He didn’t even give his friend time to complain about it when he finally brought his fingers out, because the next second he was leaning over Jin and pushing into him, deep, deep, deeper until he couldn’t go anymore and Jin was tight and warm around him and flush against him, chest to chest and breaths mixing in heavy moans. He moved his hips slowly, once, twice, and then Jin bucked up to meet him and he cursed loudly and finally picked up a pace.
They didn’t last much, tired and wound up too tight from the incident as they were, emotionally on the edge. Jin had his eyes closed as the pleasure waved through him, but Yamapi couldn’t look away from him, from how beautiful and breathtaking he looked, and even with the white bandages reminding them of what had happened he couldn’t have looked more perfect in Yamapi’s eyes. His stomach dipped with a gasp when Yamapi wrapped his hand around his cock and started to pump it fast and maybe a little too roughly, in time with his thrusts, pushing him, pushing them, closer and closer to the edge until Jin came, or Yamapi came first, or they came together; he couldn’t care less, because as everything exploded into an exhilarating white Yamapi could only think that he had never felt this good before, and that Jin seemed to be glowing, so beautiful he looked.
It took Jin longer to recover, face scrunching up in pain for a moment as with the wound and the aftermath of his orgasm it was painful to take in the first couple of breaths. A heavy weight settled on his lap and he blinked his eyes open slowly, frown easing into a smile as the pain receded and he was able to breathe normally, albeit having his best friend sitting across his stomach. Yamapi brushed his fingers over his brow, wiping some sweat again.
“You okay?”
Jin grinned. “No, your fat ass is too heavy.”
Yamapi rolled his eyes, tickling Jin’s sides meanly but being careful enough to avoid the bandages and the area around the wound. Jin yelped and giggled and tried to shake him off without much luck, until Yamapi finally took mercy on him.
As the calm settled again, Jin took deep breaths to regain some air, but it was him who spoke first. “Do you think we should talk about this? About what it means and…”
“No.” Yamapi frowned stubbornly, though his cheeks were looking just as brightly red as Jin’s. “The only thing we need to talk about is that I owe you my life and I love you and if you ever give me a scare like this again I’ll shoot you myself.”
He said it in the same breath, fast and with the words tripping over each other at the end. Jin looked at him with a weird expression for a moment, puzzled and shocked, before he burst out laughing so hard that Yamapi felt the tremors of his stomach muscles where they rested against his thighs. He frowned, mildly offended to have the one he had just confessed to laughing at his confession, messy and lame as it had been, but then Jin shook his hands and made the handcuffs rattle with a happy metallic clink.
“Unlock them.”
Yamapi obeyed with a pout, ready to rant at Jin about how he was such an awful best friend, and an awful lover, and an awful everything, when the man’s arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him down until their lips were inches apart and he had to cross his eyes with the effort of looking at Jin from so close. He supposed it made him look funny, because Jin looked like he wanted to laugh again.
“I love you too.”
And then he kissed him.