[FIC] NEWS - Again and Again
Title: Again and Again (Going ‘round with you)
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Koyama/Yamashita
Rating: PG-13 (language and sex)
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: For carmine_pink, as part of my Happy Birthday!! event. Also for sanjihan, who had a birthday recently and loves KoyaPi. Happy Belated Birthday, dear♥
The first time it happens, it’s an accident. They’re both a little bit drunk, and Yamapi always gets kind of grabby when he’s partied a little too hard. So it’s not all that surprising for Koyama to wake up the next morning with vague memories of hands, lips, touch me fuck right there lingering at the fuzzy edges of his mind.
They don’t talk about it, but they also don’t pretend it never happened. And sometimes, when he thinks no one’s looking, Koyama will catch Pi sending him little looks; looks with soft eyes and a gentle smile. And Koyama will smile too, without really knowing why.
The second and third times… they’re accidents too, but of a different kind. They don’t mean to fall into bed together; it just sort of happens. They’re talking, quiet and comfortable, and suddenly Pi is pressing into Koyama, lips against lips and fists curling into cotton, and Koyama would protest but oh oh, so good, and later they do it again, because Pi looks too amazing, spread out on Koyama’s bed with that lazy, cat-got-the-canary look on his face and Koyama just can’t help himself.
By the sixth, it’s hard to deny that it’s deliberate. Harder still to pretend it’s not something deeper than just fucking when fingers curl into his under the table and Pi gives him that shy, sweet little-boy grin when Koyama looks, the kind he only ever wears when he’s truly happy.
On the seventeenth, Yamapi spends the night for the first time, and Koyama wakes up to sleepy smiles and morning breath and quiet laughter when they have to fight over the shower. On the thirtieth, Pi stops going home all together; most of his important things are already in Koyama’s drawers and closet, anyway.
On the thirty-second, Koyama actually stops and thinks. Wonders how it works, how it can feel so damn comfortable, the way Pi fits against him, nipping at his jaw and neck, stroking his skin on the spots his shirt doesn’t quite cover. It’s too simple, too easy, too right and things like this don’t last, not without commitment or at least some form of communication; some form of definition. Love is not supposed to just happen.
And then Yamapi is touching him, different now, hands on his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks so tenderly it hurts. “It doesn’t have to be complicated.” He says, like he knows, and Koyama considers this.
“No?” There’s a hopeful, pleading edge, and Pi smiles and draws him close and kisses him like he means it.
“No.”
It sounds like a promise, and their thirty-second time is the first that they sleep together without having sex. It’s also the first time that Koyama wakes up and thinks of permanence, of forever; of confidence that there will be a thirty-third and thirty-fourth and more and more.
Because it’s simple; easy. Right.
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Koyama/Yamashita
Rating: PG-13 (language and sex)
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: For carmine_pink, as part of my Happy Birthday!! event. Also for sanjihan, who had a birthday recently and loves KoyaPi. Happy Belated Birthday, dear♥
The first time it happens, it’s an accident. They’re both a little bit drunk, and Yamapi always gets kind of grabby when he’s partied a little too hard. So it’s not all that surprising for Koyama to wake up the next morning with vague memories of hands, lips, touch me fuck right there lingering at the fuzzy edges of his mind.
They don’t talk about it, but they also don’t pretend it never happened. And sometimes, when he thinks no one’s looking, Koyama will catch Pi sending him little looks; looks with soft eyes and a gentle smile. And Koyama will smile too, without really knowing why.
The second and third times… they’re accidents too, but of a different kind. They don’t mean to fall into bed together; it just sort of happens. They’re talking, quiet and comfortable, and suddenly Pi is pressing into Koyama, lips against lips and fists curling into cotton, and Koyama would protest but oh oh, so good, and later they do it again, because Pi looks too amazing, spread out on Koyama’s bed with that lazy, cat-got-the-canary look on his face and Koyama just can’t help himself.
By the sixth, it’s hard to deny that it’s deliberate. Harder still to pretend it’s not something deeper than just fucking when fingers curl into his under the table and Pi gives him that shy, sweet little-boy grin when Koyama looks, the kind he only ever wears when he’s truly happy.
On the seventeenth, Yamapi spends the night for the first time, and Koyama wakes up to sleepy smiles and morning breath and quiet laughter when they have to fight over the shower. On the thirtieth, Pi stops going home all together; most of his important things are already in Koyama’s drawers and closet, anyway.
On the thirty-second, Koyama actually stops and thinks. Wonders how it works, how it can feel so damn comfortable, the way Pi fits against him, nipping at his jaw and neck, stroking his skin on the spots his shirt doesn’t quite cover. It’s too simple, too easy, too right and things like this don’t last, not without commitment or at least some form of communication; some form of definition. Love is not supposed to just happen.
And then Yamapi is touching him, different now, hands on his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks so tenderly it hurts. “It doesn’t have to be complicated.” He says, like he knows, and Koyama considers this.
“No?” There’s a hopeful, pleading edge, and Pi smiles and draws him close and kisses him like he means it.
“No.”
It sounds like a promise, and their thirty-second time is the first that they sleep together without having sex. It’s also the first time that Koyama wakes up and thinks of permanence, of forever; of confidence that there will be a thirty-third and thirty-fourth and more and more.
Because it’s simple; easy. Right.