Title: Confessions
Pairing/Group: Hayashi Matori (Jr.BOYS) x Kusumoto Yukito (Gang Star)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Matori’s decided that because it’s his birthday, he should get whatever he wants. This includes bringing Kusumoto home with him… all the way to Shiga.
A/N: Written for Matori’s 21st birthday (8/30). :)
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Matori's had enough to drink that he still isn't entirely sober by the time they get home and Kusumoto is having a harder and harder time stopping Matori's roaming hands. He slaps at them one last time as they enter the Hayashi household and Matori retracts his hand with a pout just in time for his mother to come out to greet them.
"I'm home~!" Matori sings, grinning happily.
"I can see that you enjoyed your birthday dinner with your friends," Hayashi-san comments to her son before turning to smile warmly at Kusumoto. "I hope he wasn't too much of a brat on the way home."
Kusumoto smiles back. "No more than usual," he replies and they both ignore Matori's indignant HEY!
Hayashi-san pushes Matori towards the bathroom. "Oh, adult son of mine... go brush your teeth. You smell like a mixture of gum drop syrup and dead goat. I don't even know how Yukito-kun managed to sit next to you the entire way back."
By breathing through my mouth, Kusumoto thinks to himself pleasantly. It's usually Matori who comes to his house so it's fun to see Matori interact with his own mother for once.
Hayashi-san offers him tea while they wait and asks him about work and school. They look up when Matori comes in. "Minty fresh!" he declares, posing at the door and flashes them a peace sign.
"Good enough, I suppose," Hayashi-san muses. "It's late. Upstairs you go." As she sends them up to Matori's room, she gives them a look and says, "Your father is already asleep, but your sister is still awake. Do her a favor and try to keep it down?"
It's the same warning Hayashi-san has always given them, ever since they were little, but there's something in the look she gives them that makes Kusumoto think that maybe she doesn't mean noise they'd make from talking. Kusumoto feels his face go red and tries not to die of embarrassment when Matori just grabs his hand, dragging him with him, claiming that Kusumoto is taking TOO LONG.
Matori pushes him onto the bed as soon as the door is closed. Kusumoto is still thinking about how Hayashi-san probably knows what they're doing and Matori, even drunk, seems to be able to tell that Kusumoto's attention is not on him because he nips at Kusumoto's lip. Kusumoto jerks back, giving Matori a look, but Matori just looks pleased with himself.
"Much better," Matori murmurs, and leans down again to reclaim Kusumoto's lips.
No longer in public, Kusumoto doesn't stop Matori's roaming hands and lets out a quiet, Oh, when Matori gets under his shirt and runs a hand across his hip.
"Feel good?" Matori asks, but doesn't give him any chance of answering, licking at the sensitive spot on the side of his neck. Kusumoto arches into it, tilting his head back to give him better access. Matori gets a hand in Kusumoto's curls and Kusumoto has to bite his lip to prevent the sound that wants to escape.
Matori takes one look at him before leaning in for a kiss, sucking on Kusumoto's bottom lip so that he's not biting it anymore. Matori pulls back a little. "I want to hear you."
Kusumoto's eyes widen. "But your sister--"
"It's my birthday," Matori insists. "And she's probably smart enough to have put music on or something when we came home."
Matori focuses all his attention on each of Kusumoto's sensitive spots. Under the influence, Matori's not any less capable of making that heat flash through Kusumoto's body and if at all possible, it's just made him better at it. He's more demanding and impatient, and Kusumoto is horrified to find that it's totally hot. It's unfair really.
By the time Matori unzips his jeans and gets a hand on him, Kusumoto is hard and wants to let out a relieved cry, but holds it in at the last minute. Difficult as it is to keep his brain functioning enough to do even that, it's rare for him to come all the way out to Matori's house. This isn't exactly what he wants Matori's mother and sister to remember him by.
Matori isn't at all impressed by this. Challenge gleaming in his eyes, Matori pushes Kusumoto's jeans and underwear out of the way. Keeping eye contact, Matori leans down and slowly licks the tip before taking in as much in as he can. Kusumoto bites his lip, but can't quite prevent the sound that comes out from his throat.
"Getting there," Matori murmurs approvingly before getting back to business.
Kusumoto squeezes his eyes shut, hand tangled in Matori's hair, unsure of whether he's encouraging him to keep going or trying to get him to stop. It's all getting to be too much. The feel of Matori's mouth, the way he's using his tongue to lick and swirl and tease... the heat of it all. "Matori... I'm gonna--"
And suddenly, Matori pulls back. Breathing heavily, Kusumoto glares at him. He's so close, but he hasn't given Matori what he wants yet, and it's very clear that Kusumoto isn't getting what he wants until Matori does.
Kusumoto lets out a low whine. "That's not fair..."
"Who's birthday is it?"
"But I'm here and I want you. Isn't that a good present?"
Matori tilts his head considering, slowly stroking Kusumoto's length. "How do you want me?"
Kusumoto swallows hard. From the look in Matori's eyes, Matori already knows the answer to that, but Kusumoto isn't sure if it's a wise choice. He'll definitely lose.
Matori strokes him more firmly. "I could ride you. You like it when I do that, don't you?"
A small moan escape from Kusumoto's lips just thinking about it. Matori knows he's winning, not taking his eyes off Kusumoto as he strips his own clothes off. Naked, Matori makes a show of reaching across Kusumoto to grab the lube and condom from the nightstand and Kusumoto can't help but run a hand across the warm skin.
Matori sits in his lap and helps Kusumoto get rid of his shirt. Kusumoto's eyes flutter shut when Matori tugs at his hair to give him access to his neck. He whines softly when Matori sucks on the sensitive skin harder than he should.
"Let me hear you," Matori whispers in his ear and Kusumoto is starting have difficulties remembering why he shouldn't.
He can feel Matori moving, but can't concentrate long enough to figure out what he's doing until Kusumoto hears a rip of foil and Matori is rolling a condom onto him. Kusumoto licks his lips thinking about Matori preparing himself and is sorry he missed it, but then heat surrounds him and all attention goes to focusing on not bucking up into it.
Fully seated, Matori nibbles on Kusumoto's collarbone. "Touch me," he demands and lets his head fall onto Kusumoto's shoulder with a moan when Kusumoto wraps a strong hand around him. "More."
Kusumoto can't stop from doing exactly that, egged on by the soft gasps and moans spilling out from Matori. He's already worked up from earlier and Matori is doing that thing with his inner muscles that he should have no business having control over. He can feel the pressure building again, much faster this time and he focuses as much as he can on touching Matori the way he likes it.
"Yukito... I--" but that's all the warning Matori gives before his body tightens and Kusumoto has no hope of lasting any longer than that.
As they come down together, Matori lifts his head and Kusumoto's breath catches. Kusumoto uses his clean hand to touch Matori's cheek, marveling at the way his eyes are so dark and beautiful. Kusumoto is speaking before his brain's caught up with him.
"I love you."
Kusumoto freezes as soon as the words are out. He watches Matori carefully to gauge his reaction, but he only has a split second to worry about how Matori is going to take this sudden declaration before Matori is throwing his arms around Kusumoto's neck, hugging him close.
"M-Matori?"
Matori lets out a shaky laugh, "I've waited a long time to hear you say that."
The next morning, Kusumoto wakes up to find Matori's head resting on his shoulder, their legs in a tangle under the comforter. He thinks of the night before and wonders how much of it Matori will actually remember. He hopes that if anything else, he'll at least remember the last part.
It's almost lunch by the time Matori surfaces and Kusumoto reaches out to touch his hair when Matori sits up and stretches. Matori yawns and after taking one look at the time, sinks back into bed, cuddling close. "G'morning." he mumbles, kissing Kusumoto on the cheek and something inside Kusumoto melts. Matori in the morning is the cutest thing ever.
With low-lidded eyes, Matori pushes himself up so that they're nose to nose. "I don't think I actually said this before crashing out last night, but I love you too."
Kusumoto bites his lip in an attempt to hold back the happiness that is spreading throughout his entire body, but he has a pretty good idea of what his face looks like because Matori's lights up. They stare at each other, grinning happily when the sound of Matori's phone suddenly cuts through the room.
Matori's face immediately scrunches up in confusion. "That ringtone means it's someone in my family. Why would they text me if I'm home?"
Kusumoto watches as Matori gets out of bed, still completely naked from the night before, in search of his phone. Once it's been located, Matori simply climbs back in bed, plugs in his passcode and holds it so that Kusumoto can see the screen too.
It's from Matori's sister. If you're done having fun with your underaged boyfriend, Mom says lunch'll be ready soon.
Kusumoto covers his face with a groan. He thinks he'll just be escaping through the window so that he'll never have to face Matori's mother or sister ever again. He's so horrified that it takes him a few moments to realize that Matori is just laughing, typing away a response. He gives Matori a look. "This isn't funny!"
Finished, Matori tosses his phone to the side and grins at Kusumoto. "Say it again."
"This isn't fu--" Kusumoto immediately starts to say, but Matori just cuts him off with a kiss.
"No. What you told me last night," Matori corrects and Kusumoto suddenly gets it.
Smiling softly, Kusumoto touches Matori's cheek. "I love you."
"I'm never going to get tired of hearing that!" Matori declares, grinning widely. "And because you love me so much, you're not hiding up here until you can sneak out unnoticed. Come on. I'm hungry!"
Kusumoto stares at Matori as he starts pulling out clean clothes to wear, and sighs. He supposes that Matori does have a point because a few moments later, he's getting out of bed to do the same.
OWARI