FIC: Its all a bit fuzzy [JE: Ryopin, hard R?]
Okay. Here's the fic I started over a week ago based on the November Myojo photoshoots. Here is the original post. swtjemz and I did an hour writing challenge based on the scans that 4_03_am had posted. Needless to say, we both didn't get FAR ENOUGH. So I finished it later. I actually wrote all of this that night. I stayed up til 4 am T_T but the ending wasn't what I wanted. It got too introspective (PI :| :| :|) but I think I managed to fix it up to where I am okay with it. If you see anything, glaring errors, ANYTHING you think doesn't flow well/could be improved, please don't hesitate to point it out!!!! I want to make this something I'm happy with and I am happy with it so far, but you know how you sometimes miss things? Yeah. So, I hope you... like it? >.>
Title: Its all a bit fuzzy
Rating: Hard R? more? idk
Pairing/Characters: RyoPin omg
Warnings: ALCOHOL. Um. Threesome?
Disclaimer: HAHAHAHAHHA I WISH
Notes: The end has a bit of a different feel, but I hope it comes across as a waking-up-groggy thing and not out of place. LET ME KNOW.
Ryo thought camping was going to be lame, out in the wilderness, in a cabin, fishing (Jin's suggestion)...it was going to suck. At least they brought a shitload of beer.
Anything was tolerable with enough beer.
And there was beer, a camera, beer, lots of meat, beer, some stupid twine that got all tangled up on the pole after Ryo's hands were on it for just like, two minutes (then there was a sharp crack and the pole was suddenly savagely snapped and thrown over the deckrail), beer, pictures, and more beer.
More beer led to more beer and Ryo didn't know when they wound up back inside, sprawled out on the couch and pine floor, but they had. He also didn't know where his shirt had gone but he thought he could see Yamapi's one out of the corner of his eye. He was currently straddling Yamapi's waist though, hands on either side of his face and tongue in his mouth while Yamapi's hands clawed at his back, so the whereabouts of clothes were really the last thing on his mind.
Suddenly, a finger trailed down his spine, followed a few moments later by a tongue, and Ryo arched forward, body rolling down into Yamapi's. He didn't notice he'd stopped moving his mouth until he heard a humming moan and felt a grin against his lips.
"Feels good when he does that, ne?" Yamapi spoke sofly into his mouth. "Jin really does know how to put that tongue to good use." Ryo was going to agree but his lower lip was currently being bit and sucked slowly, so the need to communicate was lost.
Hands moved from Ryo's back, up his sides, fingers tracing ribs as they moved, a thumb slipping close to a nipple, but deliberately not touching. Yamapi's fingers ghosted over his collarbones and Ryo hummed. Jin's tongue was still retracing his finger's path along Ryo's back. He had no idea what he was supposed to be writing there, but he figured it was probably bad English. All that mattered, though, was that it felt fucking good, heat and lips and faint almost-sounds from Jin's mouth.
Ryo planted his hands on the floor, kissing Yamapi's jaw, mouth slipping languidly down his neck to suck on the sensitive spot where neck met collarbone. Yamapi turned his head, mouth opening slightly at the sensations Ryo was causing, and Ryo ground his hips down, smiling at the gasp Yamapi made. It was short-lived, though, as he found himself yanked backward and Jin's tongue shoved itself unceremoniously into his mouth.
"This is nice and all," Jin began, hands fumbling with Ryo's belt, "but its too goddamn slow for me. So you won't mind if I get things moving, will you?" He looked at Ryo as though waiting for an answer, but his hands weren't waiting for anything. Ryo's pants were shoved down and Ryo marvelled for a moment at just how talented Jin was at de-pantsing.
"By all means, continue," Ryo smirked and began to undo Jin's belt. He looked over at Yamapi, nearly glaring at them from the floor. "Well, aren't you going to fucking help, or are you just going to lay your lazy ass there and wait for us to do it for you?"
"Asshole," said Pi, trying to hide his grin as he got up and slipped his fingers into Jin's shirt and began unbuttoning it from behind. Jin twisted his head around, and pulled Yamapi to him, teasing his lips with his tongue before kissing him hard. Jin felt Ryo's mouth on his neck and Yamapi's cock pressing against him at the same time as Yamapi tried to push them all forward.
Ryo, losing his balance at Yamapi's unexpected movement, ended up falling clumsily onto his back, dragging Jin down with him. Jin grinned down at him through heavy-lidded eyes for only a moment before he moved downward and Ryo made an embarrassing moan as Jin's mouth closed over his cock. Jin really was good with his tongue, and he proved it again and again, as he swirled it over and under, and up. Jin's hand held at the base, pumping slowly, mouth moving in time with it, humming and oh god moaning against him. When Ryo opened his eyes, Yamapi's head was back, lips parted slightly and Jin had just paused. Stopped. His mouth went slack and he just breathed, and Ryo thought that this one snapshot moment was the hottest thing he had ever seen. It was certainly the hottest he ever experienced.
None of them moved for what seemed like ages before they each attempted to catch their breaths, chests expanding heavily as they looked at one another. Ryo licked his lips, mouth arching up on one side as he bit down on his tongue. Yamapi met his gaze and their eyes locked, Yamapi mirroring his sly grin before placing his hands firmly on Jin's hips. Jin was still, eyes closed almost gently, breathing so slightly when Ryo arched his hips up hard, cock shoving into Jin's mouth as Yamapi mirrored that movement also, slamming his own cock into Jin. Ryo's eyes never left Yamapi's.
Jin snapped out of his daze at that. Ryo turned to watch his face as he and Yamapi pulled their hips back slightly. He almost missed the myriad of lightning-quick expressions that crossed Jin's face, because Jin recovered so quickly and caught on oh so well. Ryo felt he'd only just blinked and Jin had swallowed him nearly to the hilt, arching his back in an obscene way to meet Yamapi's almost-thrust. Ryo thought he could feel Jin's smirk around him, but Jin's fucking tongue ground from the base all the way up underneath his cock, and Ryo made that embarrassing noise again, head cracking back against the wood slats.
Yamapi laughed, low in his throat, and Ryo smiled. "Shut up," he breathed.
"I said nothing," Yamapi said, thrusting in agnonzing circles.
"You laughed at me, you ass." Ryo tried to lift his hips but Jin grunted in annoyance, pinning Ryo down to the floor with sudden force.
"You two need to shut the hell up so we can get on with this because I am about to hit you both if I don't get off in the next couple minutes, I SWEAR!" His glare convinced Ryo and Yamapi that he was "serious". They both bit back snorts, Ryo tilting his head back a little and Yamapi trying to press his face into his shoulder, lips tight. Jin growled, hair messily covering one eye as he raised a hand to shove it back.
"Whatever you say," Ryo said, looking back at Jin, tracing a thumb down his face toward his mouth where Jin tilted his head to meet it. Ryo pushed his thumb into Jin's mouth, past full lips to that tongue and Jin sucked for only a moment before Ryo shoved him off, tangling his fingers in Jin's hair and yanking him back toward his cock. "Just don't leave me out, okay?"
"I wouldn't think of it," Jin murmured before placing kisses up Ryo's cock to the tip, where he slid his tongue over the ridge beneath and right through the slit, making Ryo groan. "Does that work for you?" Jin whispers, tongue tracing s-shapes back downward. Ryo can't think and is contemplating never leaving this stupid cabin in the fucking woods when Yamapi's voice cut in.
"Yea, but its not working exactly enough for me, Jin."
Yamapi pushed his hips forward, hard, placing one hand on the nape of Jin's neck, fingers feathering out into his hair. He found a rhythm, matching up with the way Ryo and Jin were both already moving and Jin keened loudly as Yamapi hit a spot deep inside of him. He balanced himself by placing a hand lightly on Jin's hip but soon his fingers were digging in deep, grabbing any loose-enough flesh he could hold onto, marking Jin harshly. Later there would be bright red whelps on Jin's right hip that wouldn't go away completely until nine days later. The marks existed a foot or so away from haphazard scratches that scraped from shoulder to shoulder, beneath Jin's neck, jagged and fierce. Marks made by two boys.
Yamapi's hand soon crawled around his hip and tightened his fingers around Jin's cock, finally. Jin nearly came right there, from mere touch, a touch he anticipated for so long, but he tried valiantly to hold back, moaning, once again, around Ryo's cock. Jin moved his hand faster around Ryo, as though it would help him come. And it did. His mouth moved up and down, tongue dragging frantically as his lips met his hand. Ryo bucked his hips towards the end, mouth open in a gasp before clenching his teeth, eyes shut, coming with a long moan, before collapsing beneath Jin.
Jin planted his hands on either side of Ryo's hips after slowly swirling his tongue one last time around Ryo's cock and pulling back. He arched his neck, head back and eyes closed.
"Now, Pi," he gasped, and Yamapi drove in hard, hand clenched tightly around Jin. And Jin came, a more than slightly girly gasping noise escaping his I-just-gave-a-(great)-blowjob lips. He canted his hips back harder than Yamapi did at first, moving completely through orgasm until he felt Yamapi's rhythm falter. He could hear Yamapi's breathing change to a gasp before he came silently, with just that one hitch in his nearly steady breath, hands once again clenching around Jin's hips.
There was no real movement for a minute, each of them trying to catch their breath, steady their thoughts, hands still entangled on each others bodies, panting and slightly sweating, bodies starting to collapse part by part onto one another. They ended in a heap, arms and legs and knees and wrists and toes all akimbo, connected, entwined and their breathing came in a cacophony of hissing until it quieted, steady down to nearly imperceptible pulsing of skin.
It seemed nearly an hour, at least, passed before one of them spoke in a sticky, heady voice.
"We are so awesome."
And Yamapi buried his laughter into Jin's neck and Jin giggled into Ryo's chest until they were too tired, too filled with beer and sex to keep their eyes opened anymore, and they fell asleep there on the pine floor, entangled still.
* * *
When they awaken, hours later, sun streaming down on them, it is to slightly awkward positions and aching limbs. Ryo's head is on Jin's chest. Yamapi sits up from where he'd slept -- head on Ryo's hip and a crick in his neck to match -- and pulls the black sheet around him. He hadn't remembered retrieving anything from the bedroom so he has no clue how it got there or why they just didn't STAY in the room if they'd gone to get it. Ryo and Jin sit up moments after, Ryo wiping the side of his face on his arm.
"GROSS, RYO! YOU DROOLED ON ME!" Jin whines loudly, frowning at his chest.
"Shut the fuck up, fatty. You're hurting my head." Ryo returns, grabbing at the edge of the other sheet they were lying on top of, and pulling it over his head. "I can't believe drool bothers you after everything..." he mumbles, leaning into Yamapi.
Yamapi's leg hits something as he shifts: the camera.
They lazily gather around as Yamapi turns on the viewer.
There were pictures on the film rolls that surprised them.
Jin doesn't remember nearly crawling into the sink to examine his neck and face, making sure he wasn't still "fat" like Ryo claimed. He doesn't remember this at all, but he does remember Ryo's cackling laughter off in the distance, he just doesn't know what that uncontrollable laughter was for. Or if he really wants to know.
Yamapi is standing in the woods so many yards from the cabin. Ryo wonders why he is wearing some ugly opera jacket all ska-ed out with checkerboard, like something from a girl mag photoshoot. They were camping, right? Ryo doesn't even really remember seeing that jacket at all the day before. Only in this picture. He wonders if all they really drank was beer or if Jin somehow wound up spiking their drinks and food with freaky hippie mushrooms he found in some pasture before they got there. Ryo has his suspicions. He might have brought them back from America.
Yamapi keeps looking at the photo of himself on the floor, wrapped in the black sheet. There's clothing strewn about, articles from each of them, and he's sitting there in none of them. He stares at himself, looking at once vulnerable, inviting, enveloped. He wonders what others see when the look at pictures of him, because he knows something about these photos are somehow different.
He looks up at Jin and Ryo, all three of them hunched over poking at small screen and laughing.
Yamapi smiles that smile that hasn't been photographed by Johnny's photographers in years and Jin and Ryo match his smile. They make loud remarks at the awkward shots they've ended up with: Jin's hand in his pants and a seductive look on his face; bare-foot Ryo, mouth smeared with some sort of grill sauce as he laughs at Yamapi tripping on the step out of the cabin; Yamapi's weird jacket that even he doesn't know where it came from.
And instead of trying to remember most of those fuzzy moments captured in pixels, he puts the camera aside and kisses Jin. Ryo's eyes widen for an instant before he smirks and leans in, joining his mouth with theirs.
Title: Its all a bit fuzzy
Rating: Hard R? more? idk
Pairing/Characters: RyoPin omg
Warnings: ALCOHOL. Um. Threesome?
Disclaimer: HAHAHAHAHHA I WISH
Notes: The end has a bit of a different feel, but I hope it comes across as a waking-up-groggy thing and not out of place. LET ME KNOW.
Ryo thought camping was going to be lame, out in the wilderness, in a cabin, fishing (Jin's suggestion)...it was going to suck. At least they brought a shitload of beer.
Anything was tolerable with enough beer.
And there was beer, a camera, beer, lots of meat, beer, some stupid twine that got all tangled up on the pole after Ryo's hands were on it for just like, two minutes (then there was a sharp crack and the pole was suddenly savagely snapped and thrown over the deckrail), beer, pictures, and more beer.
More beer led to more beer and Ryo didn't know when they wound up back inside, sprawled out on the couch and pine floor, but they had. He also didn't know where his shirt had gone but he thought he could see Yamapi's one out of the corner of his eye. He was currently straddling Yamapi's waist though, hands on either side of his face and tongue in his mouth while Yamapi's hands clawed at his back, so the whereabouts of clothes were really the last thing on his mind.
Suddenly, a finger trailed down his spine, followed a few moments later by a tongue, and Ryo arched forward, body rolling down into Yamapi's. He didn't notice he'd stopped moving his mouth until he heard a humming moan and felt a grin against his lips.
"Feels good when he does that, ne?" Yamapi spoke sofly into his mouth. "Jin really does know how to put that tongue to good use." Ryo was going to agree but his lower lip was currently being bit and sucked slowly, so the need to communicate was lost.
Hands moved from Ryo's back, up his sides, fingers tracing ribs as they moved, a thumb slipping close to a nipple, but deliberately not touching. Yamapi's fingers ghosted over his collarbones and Ryo hummed. Jin's tongue was still retracing his finger's path along Ryo's back. He had no idea what he was supposed to be writing there, but he figured it was probably bad English. All that mattered, though, was that it felt fucking good, heat and lips and faint almost-sounds from Jin's mouth.
Ryo planted his hands on the floor, kissing Yamapi's jaw, mouth slipping languidly down his neck to suck on the sensitive spot where neck met collarbone. Yamapi turned his head, mouth opening slightly at the sensations Ryo was causing, and Ryo ground his hips down, smiling at the gasp Yamapi made. It was short-lived, though, as he found himself yanked backward and Jin's tongue shoved itself unceremoniously into his mouth.
"This is nice and all," Jin began, hands fumbling with Ryo's belt, "but its too goddamn slow for me. So you won't mind if I get things moving, will you?" He looked at Ryo as though waiting for an answer, but his hands weren't waiting for anything. Ryo's pants were shoved down and Ryo marvelled for a moment at just how talented Jin was at de-pantsing.
"By all means, continue," Ryo smirked and began to undo Jin's belt. He looked over at Yamapi, nearly glaring at them from the floor. "Well, aren't you going to fucking help, or are you just going to lay your lazy ass there and wait for us to do it for you?"
"Asshole," said Pi, trying to hide his grin as he got up and slipped his fingers into Jin's shirt and began unbuttoning it from behind. Jin twisted his head around, and pulled Yamapi to him, teasing his lips with his tongue before kissing him hard. Jin felt Ryo's mouth on his neck and Yamapi's cock pressing against him at the same time as Yamapi tried to push them all forward.
Ryo, losing his balance at Yamapi's unexpected movement, ended up falling clumsily onto his back, dragging Jin down with him. Jin grinned down at him through heavy-lidded eyes for only a moment before he moved downward and Ryo made an embarrassing moan as Jin's mouth closed over his cock. Jin really was good with his tongue, and he proved it again and again, as he swirled it over and under, and up. Jin's hand held at the base, pumping slowly, mouth moving in time with it, humming and oh god moaning against him. When Ryo opened his eyes, Yamapi's head was back, lips parted slightly and Jin had just paused. Stopped. His mouth went slack and he just breathed, and Ryo thought that this one snapshot moment was the hottest thing he had ever seen. It was certainly the hottest he ever experienced.
None of them moved for what seemed like ages before they each attempted to catch their breaths, chests expanding heavily as they looked at one another. Ryo licked his lips, mouth arching up on one side as he bit down on his tongue. Yamapi met his gaze and their eyes locked, Yamapi mirroring his sly grin before placing his hands firmly on Jin's hips. Jin was still, eyes closed almost gently, breathing so slightly when Ryo arched his hips up hard, cock shoving into Jin's mouth as Yamapi mirrored that movement also, slamming his own cock into Jin. Ryo's eyes never left Yamapi's.
Jin snapped out of his daze at that. Ryo turned to watch his face as he and Yamapi pulled their hips back slightly. He almost missed the myriad of lightning-quick expressions that crossed Jin's face, because Jin recovered so quickly and caught on oh so well. Ryo felt he'd only just blinked and Jin had swallowed him nearly to the hilt, arching his back in an obscene way to meet Yamapi's almost-thrust. Ryo thought he could feel Jin's smirk around him, but Jin's fucking tongue ground from the base all the way up underneath his cock, and Ryo made that embarrassing noise again, head cracking back against the wood slats.
Yamapi laughed, low in his throat, and Ryo smiled. "Shut up," he breathed.
"I said nothing," Yamapi said, thrusting in agnonzing circles.
"You laughed at me, you ass." Ryo tried to lift his hips but Jin grunted in annoyance, pinning Ryo down to the floor with sudden force.
"You two need to shut the hell up so we can get on with this because I am about to hit you both if I don't get off in the next couple minutes, I SWEAR!" His glare convinced Ryo and Yamapi that he was "serious". They both bit back snorts, Ryo tilting his head back a little and Yamapi trying to press his face into his shoulder, lips tight. Jin growled, hair messily covering one eye as he raised a hand to shove it back.
"Whatever you say," Ryo said, looking back at Jin, tracing a thumb down his face toward his mouth where Jin tilted his head to meet it. Ryo pushed his thumb into Jin's mouth, past full lips to that tongue and Jin sucked for only a moment before Ryo shoved him off, tangling his fingers in Jin's hair and yanking him back toward his cock. "Just don't leave me out, okay?"
"I wouldn't think of it," Jin murmured before placing kisses up Ryo's cock to the tip, where he slid his tongue over the ridge beneath and right through the slit, making Ryo groan. "Does that work for you?" Jin whispers, tongue tracing s-shapes back downward. Ryo can't think and is contemplating never leaving this stupid cabin in the fucking woods when Yamapi's voice cut in.
"Yea, but its not working exactly enough for me, Jin."
Yamapi pushed his hips forward, hard, placing one hand on the nape of Jin's neck, fingers feathering out into his hair. He found a rhythm, matching up with the way Ryo and Jin were both already moving and Jin keened loudly as Yamapi hit a spot deep inside of him. He balanced himself by placing a hand lightly on Jin's hip but soon his fingers were digging in deep, grabbing any loose-enough flesh he could hold onto, marking Jin harshly. Later there would be bright red whelps on Jin's right hip that wouldn't go away completely until nine days later. The marks existed a foot or so away from haphazard scratches that scraped from shoulder to shoulder, beneath Jin's neck, jagged and fierce. Marks made by two boys.
Yamapi's hand soon crawled around his hip and tightened his fingers around Jin's cock, finally. Jin nearly came right there, from mere touch, a touch he anticipated for so long, but he tried valiantly to hold back, moaning, once again, around Ryo's cock. Jin moved his hand faster around Ryo, as though it would help him come. And it did. His mouth moved up and down, tongue dragging frantically as his lips met his hand. Ryo bucked his hips towards the end, mouth open in a gasp before clenching his teeth, eyes shut, coming with a long moan, before collapsing beneath Jin.
Jin planted his hands on either side of Ryo's hips after slowly swirling his tongue one last time around Ryo's cock and pulling back. He arched his neck, head back and eyes closed.
"Now, Pi," he gasped, and Yamapi drove in hard, hand clenched tightly around Jin. And Jin came, a more than slightly girly gasping noise escaping his I-just-gave-a-(great)-blowjob lips. He canted his hips back harder than Yamapi did at first, moving completely through orgasm until he felt Yamapi's rhythm falter. He could hear Yamapi's breathing change to a gasp before he came silently, with just that one hitch in his nearly steady breath, hands once again clenching around Jin's hips.
There was no real movement for a minute, each of them trying to catch their breath, steady their thoughts, hands still entangled on each others bodies, panting and slightly sweating, bodies starting to collapse part by part onto one another. They ended in a heap, arms and legs and knees and wrists and toes all akimbo, connected, entwined and their breathing came in a cacophony of hissing until it quieted, steady down to nearly imperceptible pulsing of skin.
It seemed nearly an hour, at least, passed before one of them spoke in a sticky, heady voice.
"We are so awesome."
And Yamapi buried his laughter into Jin's neck and Jin giggled into Ryo's chest until they were too tired, too filled with beer and sex to keep their eyes opened anymore, and they fell asleep there on the pine floor, entangled still.
* * *
When they awaken, hours later, sun streaming down on them, it is to slightly awkward positions and aching limbs. Ryo's head is on Jin's chest. Yamapi sits up from where he'd slept -- head on Ryo's hip and a crick in his neck to match -- and pulls the black sheet around him. He hadn't remembered retrieving anything from the bedroom so he has no clue how it got there or why they just didn't STAY in the room if they'd gone to get it. Ryo and Jin sit up moments after, Ryo wiping the side of his face on his arm.
"GROSS, RYO! YOU DROOLED ON ME!" Jin whines loudly, frowning at his chest.
"Shut the fuck up, fatty. You're hurting my head." Ryo returns, grabbing at the edge of the other sheet they were lying on top of, and pulling it over his head. "I can't believe drool bothers you after everything..." he mumbles, leaning into Yamapi.
Yamapi's leg hits something as he shifts: the camera.
They lazily gather around as Yamapi turns on the viewer.
There were pictures on the film rolls that surprised them.
Jin doesn't remember nearly crawling into the sink to examine his neck and face, making sure he wasn't still "fat" like Ryo claimed. He doesn't remember this at all, but he does remember Ryo's cackling laughter off in the distance, he just doesn't know what that uncontrollable laughter was for. Or if he really wants to know.
Yamapi is standing in the woods so many yards from the cabin. Ryo wonders why he is wearing some ugly opera jacket all ska-ed out with checkerboard, like something from a girl mag photoshoot. They were camping, right? Ryo doesn't even really remember seeing that jacket at all the day before. Only in this picture. He wonders if all they really drank was beer or if Jin somehow wound up spiking their drinks and food with freaky hippie mushrooms he found in some pasture before they got there. Ryo has his suspicions. He might have brought them back from America.
Yamapi keeps looking at the photo of himself on the floor, wrapped in the black sheet. There's clothing strewn about, articles from each of them, and he's sitting there in none of them. He stares at himself, looking at once vulnerable, inviting, enveloped. He wonders what others see when the look at pictures of him, because he knows something about these photos are somehow different.
He looks up at Jin and Ryo, all three of them hunched over poking at small screen and laughing.
Yamapi smiles that smile that hasn't been photographed by Johnny's photographers in years and Jin and Ryo match his smile. They make loud remarks at the awkward shots they've ended up with: Jin's hand in his pants and a seductive look on his face; bare-foot Ryo, mouth smeared with some sort of grill sauce as he laughs at Yamapi tripping on the step out of the cabin; Yamapi's weird jacket that even he doesn't know where it came from.
And instead of trying to remember most of those fuzzy moments captured in pixels, he puts the camera aside and kisses Jin. Ryo's eyes widen for an instant before he smirks and leans in, joining his mouth with theirs.