Touches You
Title: Touches You
Group/Pairing: Hey!Say!JUMP - Takaki Yuya/ Inoo Kei , Yaotome Hikaru/ Nakajima Yuto
Genre: AU! Boarding School, Slash
Rating: NC-17
Words: 6,160
Summary: Yuya hates school and it’s all Inoo Kei’s fault.
Note: for je_anonficmeme. Thanks to hotfruits for the beta, I will love you forever for it! Based (loosely) on the song Touches You by Mika. Enjoy!
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Takaki Yuya hated school.
But not for the reasons one would think.
Sure, his 100,000¥ uniform hung all wrinkled over his shapely body; his hair was an orangey-blond instead of the traditional black and he was seen as the non-scholarly type. But he didn’t hate having to study or wake up before one in the afternoon; he was surprisingly good at it when he put his mind to it. He also didn’t hate the teachers that never gave him a fair chance because he looked like a slacker.
No, he hated school because of Inoo Kei.
Inoo Kei was the leader of class 3A. With the face of an angel and highest grades in the school, no one was able to challenge him. There were even times when Inoo would use the power provided to him through his social standing to gain a little more leverage. Most of the time the teachers would bend to his will and not even bother to put up a fight. The injustice in his school system really bothered him.
It was any other day, Yuya had gotten up relatively early, went for a jog, came back to his dorm room to see his roommate Chinen Yuri still sound asleep. After a quick shower he pulled on his uniform, packed the rest of his school bag and headed for class.
When he got there and sat in his usual seat at the back of the classroom, he took out his math homework and realized he forgot to fill in the last question. He had been struggling with it until the wee hours of the morning. As his classmates began to file in, he scrambled to get that question done.
“What’s this?” called the nasally, high pitched voice of Inoo, mere centimetres away from Yuya’s face, and it made him twitch, “Someone is
doing their homework the day of? Tsk tsk, Takagi-kun, someone should learn how to manage their time better. ”
Nearly snapping his pencil in half, Yuya tried to ignore Inoo as the other hovered over him. He could feel those black eyes scanning his answers.
Biting on the end of his pencil, he tried to keep calm. Thankfully, Inoo walked away within a single mental count to five and the latter took his seat in the middle of the class. Though, Yuya had a feeling it was because their home room teacher walked in and began their daily routine; He had never been grateful to see a teacher, until now.
The classroom setting bored Yuya most of the time. So this left his attention to be captivated by the happenings of those outside. He liked creating scenarios in his head about who they were, what they were thinking, and the lives they lived outside of campus. Occasionally he’d get so caught up in his fantasy world that he would laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of what he came up with. Unfortunately, this usually alerted the teacher and Inoo Kei, and gave reason as to why he was labelled a slacker.
“Takaki-kun, please answer number 5,” the teacher called after throwing a piece of chalk in the boy’s direction. Looking down at his page, Yuya realized question five remained as incomplete as it had early this morning.
“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath as he tried to complete the question.
“Excuse me?” The teacher asked as they slowly made their way down the aisle of desks towards Yuya, “Is there something the matter?”
“Uh--”
“He didn’t finish his work again, I saw!” Inoo interrupted as his voice carried through the classroom. Yuya’s head shot up from its hunched over position over his notebook. His face flushed as the snickers of his classmates rang in his ears.
The teacher sighed and smacked Yuya upside the head with the textbook, “Why do I even bother with you. Inoo-kun, can you go complete the question please.”
The chair legs scratched as Inoo slid out of his chair and his shoes clicked as he walked towards the blackboard.
Yuya could feel the eyes of his classmates and the quiet whispering of, “What a loser,” “I bet his parents bought his way in,” “He couldn’t have passed the exam on his own.”
He wanted to get up from his seat and just run right out of the classroom. This is what he hated most of all, the humiliation that was brought upon him from Inoo Kei’s words.
Burying his face in his arms, he tried to rest through the remainder of class. He didn’t have the heart to look at anyone. He just wanted the day to end.
And it did! A lot sooner than he had expected. As it turned out, a fire broke out in the home economics classroom, so everyone was ordered to return to their dorms for the rest of the day.
Flopping on his bed, he loosened his tie and threw his blazer over the end of his bed. Taking his down pillow and pushing it into his face, he attempted to unwind for the day. But of course, Chinen Yuri wouldn’t let him.
The firecracker pushed his way into the room and slammed the door behind him.
He didn’t want to ask what was wrong, he really didn’t, but he knew he should.
“Yuri, what’s up?”
Slamming his bag on the floor he threw himself into the older boy’s lap and scowled at him.
“My friends have been suspended, that’s what.”
Yuya’s eyes shot open, “Wow, what?”
“Ya, I heard from Keito who was told by Jesse that Yuto and Yama-chan were the ones who started the fire. Then Kento, who saw the whole thing, told me they were getting suspended for the rest of the month. God, what stupid friends I have! What the hell were they thinking?!” Yuri roared as he took the pillow in Yuya’s hands and started to smack the older boy with it.
As he tried to bat the boy away, he found himself laughing. The day just got a little brighter.
“So, how was your day? Did you ever figure out that math question?”
Yuya groaned as he took the pillow back and smashed his face into it.
“I’m taking that as a no.”
“Good work genius.”
Yuri narrowed his eyes, “Then what happened then? Did you get the answer or did Inoo-kun make an example out of you again?”
“What do you think?”
Yuri sighed, “I still don’t why you can’t just ask him to stop.”
“It’s like asking a wild bear to stop mauling your face, it’s impossible.”
“Pussy.”
“Excuse me?”
Yuri shook his head and removed himself from Yuya’s lap, “Nevermind, by the way, you got some weird letter in your mailbox today.”
“What were you doing going through my mailbox?”
Yuri stayed silent and handed Yuya the envelope.
Of course, it was already opened. That bastard.
Yuyan,
Those pretty lips of yours, they aren’t made for chewing on the end of a pencil.
I’m sure I could find a better use for them.
Keys
Dropping the letter like it was on fire, Yuya felt his face grow warm and his pants shrink a couple of sizes. He had been getting letters from ‘Keys’ for about a month now and each was as seductive as the last.
Yuyan,
I heard Chinen-kun from 1A call you this.
Can I call you Yuyan too? It’s pretty and really easy to moan.
Keys
Yuyan,
If you don’t stop watching those girls run around the track during Biology,
I am going to tell sensei that you are focusing on the wrong type of anatomy.
Keys
P.S. If you into the thin, pale-type, I definitely have someone for you.
Yuyan,
Won’t you make that face again? You know, where you puff out your cheeks when you get angry?
It’s cute and makes me want to kiss you.
Keys
Over the weeks all he could deduce was that the girl was from his class. But he couldn’t figure out which one. What girl would name herself ‘Keys’? He had tried to talk to every girl he knew to see whether it was someone in his class or one of their friends. He had to find her! He had to find who kept turning him on like this. They needed to finish what they started.
His hand could only do so much.
Putting the message into his drawer where he kept the rest of them, he changed into a pair of grey track pants, a skin tight black tank and put on his Nike sneakers. Picking up his Ipod and dorm key from his bag, he left the room. He needed to take his mind off of her. He needed to go for a jog.
His warm up was the brisk walk he took to the 400 meter track the school had. He watched as athletes practiced with a smile. Walking over to the clearly designated starting line, he dropped his keys and was about to run when he caught the sight of the last person he wanted to see, sitting on the grass waving at him.
He tried hard to ignore Inoo Kei by avoiding eye contact, but he was obviously spotted and the class president got off his lazy ass and made his way over to him.
“Wow, Takagi-kun, I didn’t know you jogged,” Inoo said, in the fakest sounding amazement Yuya had ever heard.
“Ya, I do.”
“Hm,” Inoo hummed as his delicate, fingers trailed the lines of Yuya’s muscles, “So you’re a beef head then? That’s why you don’t finish your homework on time.”
Nearly ripping those pale fingers off his skin, he glared at Inoo, “No, you, you,” he took a deep breath, “I do finish normally, I just couldn’t get that question. And now, I just want to relax, so if you’ll excuse me-”
“Oh? How come? Did something happen?”
“That’s none of your business.” For a second there, Yuya thought that he saw dejection cross Inoo’s face, but that couldn’t have been possible.
“Ah, well, I hope Chinen-kun feels better and gets to see his friends. I heard Yamada-kun and Nakajima-kun were the ones responsible for the fire. Anyways, I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” and this time for sure Yuya caught the dejection that dripped off his voice and splashed over his face.
What the hell was going on?
Grasping onto his classmate’s wrist, he realized how small and thin it was. Inoo turned his head to smile weakly at him and attempted to tug away, but Yuya wouldn’t let him. He couldn’t bear to let that beautiful, girlish thin wrist of Inoo’s that connected to those boney, pale fingers, like that of a pianists, go.
Bingo!
As his eyes went wide, Yuya’s hand snapped off of Inoo’s and he did the best thing he could do in this situation. Run.
He ran as fast as his legs could take him around the track. He did one lap, two, three, five, ten.
He couldn’t stop thinking about it. The words that were hand written on every one of those notes. It was Inoo Kei. It was goddamn Inoo Kei.
Was he playing some practical joke? If so, it had gone much too far. Yuya wasn’t gonna fall for that crap. He was beyond humiliated now and he couldn’t, wouldn’t, take it anymore.
Fallingto the soft grass by his belongings, he lay there catching his breath. Even the beauty of the orange coloured sky wasn’t able to make him forget; if anything, Yuya felt it was laughing at him too.
How could he be so stupid!
Rolling onto his keys, he twitched in discovery and rolled back over. Right beside the metal was a note with his name on it, in that familiar plain white envelop.
He felt himself grow pale. Taking the letter in his hands, he was tempted to rip it in half. But even if his cruelty had been taken one step too far, Yuya was still a good person and he owed it to Inoo to at least read what he had to say.
Yuyan,
I am sorry. I’ll fix everything.
Keys
“You better,” he mumbled under his breath as he folded and pocketed the letter, before heading back to his dorm room.
He really needed to shower.
But he didn’t get the chance, because the moment he stepped into his small room, he was ambushed by Yuri. The smaller boy had wrapped his arms around Yuya so tightly that it was hard for him to breathe.
“They aren’t suspended for a month anymore!” Yuri wailed after he let go and began to dance around the small room happily.
“Huh?”
“Yama-chan and Yuto! They aren’t suspended for a month anymore! Just a couple of weeks! It turns out Inoo-chan talked to the Dean and explained the situation, even though he wasn’t there, so really I have no idea how that worked, but it did! I don’t get what your problem is with him? He’s such a nice guy!” Yuri animatedly said, and continued to twirl around the room.
Tearing the corners of the note with his nails, he pivoted and walked right back out the door.
Stomping down the hallways and up a flight of stairs, he found the room he was looking for. Obviously, the students with the best grades got the best rooms. They were spacious, luxurious and the equivalent to a suite.
Finding the dorm he was looking for, he knocked loudly and repetitively until he heard the lock click. But the one to answer the door was not who he expected at all.
The boy was dripping wet with a towel draped around his neck and was only wearing a pair of sweat pants. Looking up and down his attractive, slim, built figure, Yuya felt his anger dissolve.
“Can I help you, Takaki-kun?” the boy asked as he raised a shaped blond brow.
“I-I’m looking for Inoo-kun.”
The boy smirked and opened the door, inviting Yuya in, “He’ll be back shortly. He just went to go run an errand.”
“Still in the Dean’s office?”
“Oh? Word gets out fast, Chinen-kun tell you?”
Yuya glared, “Yes? How do you know he told me? How do you know so much about me, who are you anyways?”
The blond narrowed his eyes and tossed his wet towel over Yuya’s face as he made his way over to the leather sofa in the main room,
“You’d think everyone knew the face of the student body president. Guess some people prefer being beef heads then to actually learn.”
“I am not a beef head!” Yuya roared as he made his way over to the boy.
“Really? Someone who jogs at least twice a day and goes to the gym,” the blond reached over and squeezed Yuya’s bulging arm,
“Definitely on a regular basis, isn’t considered a beef head, then the word might need to be newly defined.”
“What’s wrong with being healthy?”
“Nothing, trust me, nothing at all! It’s just,” the blond said, turning around so that he was centimetres away from Yuya’s face. He could see
Yuya’s face brighten and it only made him smirk as his hands snaked their way up the older boy’s shirt and traced his defined abs.
“These, are really nice. If things don’t work out with you and Kei, come find me,” the blond whispered into Yuya’s ear and his teeth grazed the latter’s earlobe.
But it didn’t’t go further than that.
Their moment was interrupted by the slamming of the door and the quick shuffling of feet as Inoo Kei put himself between his roommate and Yuya.
“Hikaru, what the hell are you doing?”
“Just making everything was okay. You weren’t’t kidding when you said he was hot,” Hikaru laughed lightly as he licked his lips.
Inoo rolled his eyes, “I tend not to lie to you.”
Hikaru just shrugged and walked into his bedroom without another word.
Inoo sighed, “I’m really sorry about him. He cares too much sometimes.”
Yuya nodded, trying to calm his heart beat.
“So, what are you doing here?”
“Ah, well, um…” he mumbled, playing with the letter in his hands.
“Oh,” Inoo said, his white complexion brightening as if he was burned by the sun, “So, you figured it out.”
“Ya.”
“Well, this is a lot more embarrassing than I expected.”
“You have no idea.”
They stood there, silently, looking at everything but each other.
“I’m really sorry about earlier today, in class with the question, I was going to help you but then sensei came in and I ran out of time.”
Yuya turned to Inoo with a raised eyebrow, “You were going to help me?”
Inoo nodded.
“Do I have “Fucking Moron” written over my forehead?” Yuya asked, growing angry with every passing second.
“No.”
“Then why the hell did you think I would believe that bullshit?!”
Inoo, who was startled from being snapped at, did a double take onto the sofa.
Yuya glared down at him, “I’m so sick of you making a fool out of me! What the hell have I ever done to you?”
Inoo sighed as he blinked away the fear, “It’s because you haven’t done anything. I wanted you to notice me. You’re the only person who doesn’t’t fawn over me and worship the ground I walk on.”
“So, you’ve been humiliating me the way a boy would pull the hair of a girl he has a crush on?”
“More or less, plus, you’re gorgeous! Watching you during PE gives me the shakes. I really did mean what I said in those letters.”
Yuya shook his head as he ran his hands down his face, before ripping the letter in half. He threw it in Inoo’s face before stomping towards the door, “Unbelievable!” Yuya mumbled, “I’m leaving.”
“Wait, Yuy--” but Inoo didn’t get to finish his statement before he heard the door slam as Yuya walked out.
Exhaling a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, Inoo sat down on the leather sofa as he ran his hands through his dark hair.
“I told you,” Hikaru said as he popped his head out of his bedroom door frame, “The prettier they are, the harder they are to catch.”
Inoo sighed, “I’ll bring him onto my side, just you wait.”
“Sure you will, and while you try thinking up a way to do that, I’ll be with Yuto.”
“Eh?!”
“The kid owes me for saving his sexy ass.”
“Excuse me, Mr. President, but I was the one who did the hard work! You just wrote a letter.”
“That letter was hard work too, but thanks! It’s too bad Takaki didn’t thank you properly for helping his friend out. That kid’s got quite the package, I’m sure he’d be fun to ride.”
Inoo threw a pillow at Hikaru’s head, “Shut up!”
Laughing as he caught the cushy fabric, he threw it right back into Inoo’s face, “I’ll get going then, have a fun, sex-less night.”
“Ass.”
“I love you too!” And with that, Hikaru also walked out the door, leaving Inoo alone in silence.
How the hell was he going to get Takaki Yuya to take him seriously?
~~~
The following morning as Yuya walked to class, he found himself just as pissed off as he was last night. He contemplated skipping class so that he could get some much needed rest. His mind wouldn’t stop swirling with Inoo Kei. The boy who made him miserable had a crush on him. A fucking crush. It made him want to pull out his hair and put in a resignation letter just from the sheer ridiculousness of it all!
But he couldn’t.
St. Jonathan’s Academy was home to him. He couldn’t leave Yuri or any of his other friends behind. It all meant too much to him.
So he put all of his worries aside and walked into the classroom, trying to be as tall as possible. But it didn’t work. All of his anxieties came back the moment he saw a single white envelope with his name on it.
He held his breath as he opened it.
Takaki,
Can we talk after class? Would you meet me on the roof top?
Kei
“Aw hell no,” Yuya groaned, hitting his head on the desk as he fell into his seat. He wanted nothing to do with that boy anymore! Why couldn’t he just be left alone! God, why couldn’t things just be easy for once?
“Are you alright, Takaki-kun?” It was his soft voice and the gentle feel of his hand that immobilized Yuya even further.
“Ya, I’m fine,” He lied as his head remained on the table
“It’s alright if we talk later, yes?”
“Ya, it’s fine,” Yuya cursed himself for not being able to say no.
“Great! Try not to daydream today; Sensei is giving us a pop-quiz at the end of class.”
Yuya just nodded in reply as Inoo’s soft steps made their way into the distance.
Looking up for just a peak, he saw the class leader pull out his pencil case and place it at the top right corner of his desk, his textbooks at the top left and notebook right dead in the center. Nothing looked out of place, not a hair on his gently curled head or a line in his blazer jacket. Everything was pristine and perfect in a flawless way.
As much as the crispness made Yuya want to cringe, he felt himself smiling instead.
“Inoo-kun,” he called through the empty classroom giving the boy a small scare. That curled head whipped around to look at Yuya, his deep, dark eyes adding an engrossing contrast to his paper white skin, as those shaped eyebrows of his neatly curled and those pink lips pursed in question. It was the most adorable face he had ever seen anyone make.
“Yes, Takaki-kun?”
Yuya smirked at the innocent sound of his question and the lack of innocence Inoo Kei was capable of. Getting up from his seat, Yuya sat on the desk right behind him. Leaning down, Inoo’s eyes remained curious and lips pursed and Yuya couldn’t resist anymore. Taking that slender face into his hands, he kissed those lips with all his might.
He wasn’t able to pull away once he realized what he had done. Inoo had securely woven his fingers into Yuya’s coloured hair and pulled him closer. He wasn’t going to let this precious moment pass him by; Kei had wanted it for too long!
So they sat there, in the middle of the classroom, ignoring the stares of the rest of their classmates who had just walked in.
They pretended not to hear the gasps from the guys and the sobbing from the girls. They weren’t going to let this ruin their moment.
When they finally pulled away, with pink cheeks and wide smiles, they looked onto their classmates who were still in awe. Smirking, all Yuya could think of was flipping them the finger as he confidently walked back to his seat.
It felt nice to leave them speechless.
~~~
“So,” Yuri started as he flopped onto his roommate’s bed, while the older boy sat at his desk, working on his math homework, “I heard that you were having sex with Inoo Kei in the middle of class today,” Yuya dropped his pencil and his eyes flew towards Yuri, “Seriously, couldn’t you have picked a better time?”
“I didn’t have sex with him.”
“You didn’t?” Yuri asked, sitting up.
“I kissed him, he kissed me back. That’s it.”
“I see, then Yuto heard wrong then.”
“Most likely.”
Yuya went back to scribbling down his answer.
“So, are you going to fuck him?”
“None of your business.”
“Oh, so you are! Tonight?”
“Go do your homework.”
“Wow, Yuya, sex on the first date. You’re desperate!”
“Shut up and do your homework.”
“Why aren’t you over there now?”
“I asked him to run an errand for me.”
“And?”
“He said I should meet him at 7, its 6:50 right now.”
“I see.”
“Yes.”
Yuya finished his final question, closed his notebook and sat back in his chair, “He’s a good kisser.”
Yuri laughed lightly and patted his roommate on the back, “So you won’t be back later then.”
“Probably not.”
“Taking a change of clothes?”
“Nah, I’ll just show up late to class.”
“Won’t people be suspicious then?”
“Seeing as how the whole school already knows, it’s not that big of a deal.”
“Fair enough.”
“So I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Yuya asked as he picked up his set of keys.
“Ya, tomorrow. Don’t be too rough with him, he is fragile.”
“Yes, thank you Yuri, like I didn’t already know that.”
Yuri shrugged, “Just saying.”
“Goodbye Yuri.”
“G’night,” the younger boy waved as Yuya stepped out of his room. Leaning against the door he tried to calm his nerves. Taking one final deep breath, Yuya shakily walked down the hall and up those flights of stairs to Inoo’s suite.
Bouncing on the balls of his feet after knocking on the door, it barely opened a crack when Yuya felt himself being dragged into the room.
It was dark, and the only thing to help him see were the tea candles spread out across the multiple pieces of furniture.
“Wow, if you told me you were going to be romantic, I would have brought you flowers.”
“Shush you! Don’t make me feel any more ridiculous then I already do,” Inoo replied, miffed as he stood there in a white button down blouse and a plaid skirt. His hair was done up with a couple bobby pins and Yuya suspected a little bit of lip gloss. Checking his accusations, he was one hundred percent right.
“Cherry flavour.”
Inoo stood there, looking at his shuffling feet, his face bright pink.
“You look really cute like this,” Yuya said, his thumb and forefinger securely on the boy’s chin and gave him another kiss. Inoo smiled into it as he wrapped his arms around Yuya’s neck, pulling him closer. But Yuya separated himself from the boy and placed him gently onto the couch.
The younger gave Yuya a rejected look that rivalled a kicked puppy’s and it broke his heart a little.
“Is there something wrong? Did I do something wrong? I can go put on another coat of gloss if you want,” Inoo worried as he tried to get up to check his appearance in the bathroom mirror, but Yuya grabbed onto his wrist and spun him around, bringing him into another kiss.
“No, you’re fine. Everything is fine. I’m just nervous.”
Inoo smiled lightly, clasping their hands together, “It’s okay to be nervous. First time is always the hardest, so don’t worry, I’ll do all the work.”
Yuya squeezed his hand, smiling, “If you insist.”
Inoo smirked as he pulled his crush through the suite to his bedroom. Yuya’s jaw almost dropped as he saw what Kei had done with his room. It was covered in tea candles and the light scent of vanilla incense filled the room.
Yuya tried to cover his snickering through a small coughing fit. It earned him a jab in the side.
“What? This isn’t what I had in mind when I asked you to show me what you fantasized about.”
Inoo sighed, “Fine, I’ll get rid of it if you don’t like it. I don’t like wearing a skirt anyways.”
“Its fine, it’s fine! Just leave it!” Yuya said, lying down on the bed, “The skirt suits you so I really can’t complain.”
“Really?” Inoo asked, climbing on top of the sprawled out boy, “How so?”
“Well, it lets me do this!” Yuya said as he cupped onto his backside and pulled him closer. Hips crashed and lips touched, but neither moved after that. Inoo just sat there, eyes wide. Pushing his hips down a little harder, he ripped a moan from Yuya that was beyond anything his mind could have conjured. He had definitely hit the jackpot.
“I thought… you said you were going to do all the work?”
Inoo groaned happily as he put more pressure into the kiss and opened Yuya’s mouth with ease. It had been a long time since Yuya had felt the warmth of another; it was the one thing he missed about being back home. Forgetting what was, he tangled his manicured hands into Kei’s hair and shoved past the swirling muscle with his own and wrapped his legs around those slender Barbie doll hips.
Pianist fingers scratched and struggled to remove his toned body from its confinement. Yuya was thankful this wasn’t one of his favourite shirts. Though, even if it was, he wouldn’t have cared, just as long as Kei was able to trace those soft, soothing lines all down and around his torso.
As Yuya bucked his hips and pulled the younger closer, it signalled Kei not to waste any more time. Sliding his hands further down, he slipped them under both waist bands and grabbed hold of what was soon to be his.
“Yuyan,” Kei moaned, “How the hell were you able to hide this?”
Yuyan smirked as he watched Kei twitch, “Well, I don’t wear tight pants so...”
“You should!”
Yuya raised an eyebrow, “Would you let me after this?”
Kei clicked his tongue and yanked down the rest of the clothing and nearly came right there, “No, never,” he said, sliding himself down the tanned body, “This is mine, and mine only, do you understand? No matter how much Hikaru begs either, do not give in.”
Yuya chuckled, “I didn’t peg you as the possessive type.”
Kei just grunted as he took Yuya half way into his mouth, leaving the boy on the bottom to grip into that beautiful, curly hair and hold onto it with all his might.
Soft gasps filled the room as Yuya let Kei show him how his mouth wasn’t just used for biting remarks.
On the final bob up, Yuya’s body shook as he was moments away from releasing, but Kei wouldn’t allow that. Giving the older a smile, he climbed back up to plant a wet kiss on the boy’s pale lips.
“What do you think?” Kei whispered, running those hands up and down Yuya’s thighs.
Yuya looked up at the ceiling, refusing to make eye contact, “Hm, well, I guess it’s alright,” he pulled the boy back down for another kiss as his hips pushed into Kei’s neglected member. The younger moaned louder than expected and drew a grin onto Yuya’s face.
“Better, but, there is still something I don’t like,” Yuya claimed as his hands took off the blouse and removed the skirt, which not so surprisingly had nothing underneath, “Perfect! Now, where do you keep your lube?”
Stretching out of Yuya’s lap, Kei opened his night table drawer, which had multiple little foil packets. Grabbing one of each size, Kei nearly threw them at his crush, “If I’m going to do you, you need to do the warm up.”
Taking the rectangular package in his hand, he ripped the top open with his teeth and dipped his fingers inside. He made sure he had Kei’s attention as he slowly covered three of his long digits from base to tip. And he knew he had it, when Kei licked his plump lips and bent himself further over Yuya’s body.
“Ready?”
“Hell ya!” and with those words Yuya pushed in one after another, not even bothering to wait the necessary few seconds to see if he was alright. But it didn’t seem to bother Kei either, since he thrust into Yuya’s curled hand with just as much force as what was being issued.
“Yuyan!” he moaned, “Please, just do it alright, I honestly can’t wait any longer.”
“Oh? Does the great Inoo Kei not like to be teased?”
“Fuck you!”
“Give me…one…more…second!” and Yuya removed his hand quickly, leaving Kei a panting mess as he waited for his crush to put on the much needed rubber.
But as Kei sat there, he slowly began to lose his patience as the boy beneath him took his sweet time, ripping it open and rolling it on.
“If you take any longer, I will do everything for you and then the next time this happens, you won’t get any sympathy from me.”
“Next time?” Yuya asked, tilting his head to the side and giving Kei the cutest quizzical look he had ever seen the boy make, “I think that’ll be alright.”
“Tease!”
Yuya just rolled his eyes as he placed his hands around Kei’s white hips and slowly brought him down over top.
“Holy shit!” They cried.
Sitting in a small state of shock, Kei was the first to move as he pushed himself up and carefully fell back down in a slow but steady rhythm.
Easing into the feeling, he began to move faster.
“Kei, you look tense.”
Inoo said nothing, just concentrated on what he was doing; he wouldn’t even look at Yuya.
“You nervous?”
All that was heard was the light moans and the squeaking of the box spring.
Watching as Kei’s face continued to contort, in what looked to be fairly unpleasant, Yuya took his unoccupied hand and wrapped it tightly around the upright member and pumped it slowly. He knew his gesture was appreciated by the dragged out, “Yuyan,” that spilled from the latter’s mouth.
“You were right y’know, my name does sound pretty when you moan it.”
Cracking open a tightly closed eye, Kei looked down at the boy with warmth and each of them met the others pace. It only took a couple more moments before they were overcome with pleasure and their bodies became nothing but flesh in each other’s arms. Breathing slowed and eyes flickered as they shared a chaste kiss before they saw the incense stick burn out.
~~~
“So, I heard something interesting when I met up this morning with Yuto,” Hikaru said, as casually as he could, while sipping at his
afternoon tea and flipping through one of his textbooks at one of the school’s café tables.
“Oh, and what would that be?” Inoo asked, sitting down across from him, a coffee in his hand.
“Well, he said that Chinen told him that you and Takaki spent the night together.”
Trying not to let his radiance show, he brought his burning coffee to his mouth and accidentally burnt his tongue. Nearly dropping the steaming cup in his heist to tend to his burn, it was saved last second by a hand Inoo knew well and this time he failed miserably at not looking completely overjoyed.
Hovering above him was his boyfriend, Takaki Yuya, who took a sip of the hot drink and crinkled his nose once the bitterness touched his tongue, “Kei, I don’t care how healthy black coffee is supposed to be for you, it’s disgusting.”
“Well, I never asked you to drink it.”
“Ya, but you would ask me to kiss you.”
“So? It’s not like you’d be getting the full flavor.”
“Wanna bet?”
Inoo smirked, “Sure,” and he grabbed Yuya by the neck and yanked him down into a short, open mouth kiss.
“Okay, so I tasted you and the coffee. I’m kind of glad you taste better than it.”
“Thank you!”
“You’re welcome!”
“So, do you want to grab dinner later? We can study too! I can tutor you. You really do seem to be struggling with math.”
Hikaru coughed loudly, trying to hide a rather large snicker. The couple shot him a dirty look.
“Sure, 7 sound good?”
“Perfect!” Inoo said, giving his boyfriend another short kiss before pushing the boy on his way. He hadn’t gotten his second jog in yet.
“Tutoring, huh? That’s the best you could come up with?”
Inoo shrugged, “I tend not to lie to you and definitely won’t be lying to him.”
Hikaru smiled gently at his long time friend, “You really like him, don’t you?”
Kei smiled, just like a school girl who had her first crush, “Yes, I do. He might look like a slob and that he doesn’t do well academically, but he’s so much more. He’s so kind and sweet, he even let me keep the candles lit.”
Blinking away his momentary shock, Hikaru continued to smile and leaned over and kissed Kei gently on the forehead, “I’m glad it worked out for you. I’m glad you’re happy.”
“Thanks.”
The two sat there, glowing from their individual light and thought about the people that make them happy, and how they wouldn’t be half the people they are without them.
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Group/Pairing: Hey!Say!JUMP - Takaki Yuya/ Inoo Kei , Yaotome Hikaru/ Nakajima Yuto
Genre: AU! Boarding School, Slash
Rating: NC-17
Words: 6,160
Summary: Yuya hates school and it’s all Inoo Kei’s fault.
Note: for je_anonficmeme. Thanks to hotfruits for the beta, I will love you forever for it! Based (loosely) on the song Touches You by Mika. Enjoy!
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Takaki Yuya hated school.
But not for the reasons one would think.
Sure, his 100,000¥ uniform hung all wrinkled over his shapely body; his hair was an orangey-blond instead of the traditional black and he was seen as the non-scholarly type. But he didn’t hate having to study or wake up before one in the afternoon; he was surprisingly good at it when he put his mind to it. He also didn’t hate the teachers that never gave him a fair chance because he looked like a slacker.
No, he hated school because of Inoo Kei.
Inoo Kei was the leader of class 3A. With the face of an angel and highest grades in the school, no one was able to challenge him. There were even times when Inoo would use the power provided to him through his social standing to gain a little more leverage. Most of the time the teachers would bend to his will and not even bother to put up a fight. The injustice in his school system really bothered him.
It was any other day, Yuya had gotten up relatively early, went for a jog, came back to his dorm room to see his roommate Chinen Yuri still sound asleep. After a quick shower he pulled on his uniform, packed the rest of his school bag and headed for class.
When he got there and sat in his usual seat at the back of the classroom, he took out his math homework and realized he forgot to fill in the last question. He had been struggling with it until the wee hours of the morning. As his classmates began to file in, he scrambled to get that question done.
“What’s this?” called the nasally, high pitched voice of Inoo, mere centimetres away from Yuya’s face, and it made him twitch, “Someone is
doing their homework the day of? Tsk tsk, Takagi-kun, someone should learn how to manage their time better. ”
Nearly snapping his pencil in half, Yuya tried to ignore Inoo as the other hovered over him. He could feel those black eyes scanning his answers.
Biting on the end of his pencil, he tried to keep calm. Thankfully, Inoo walked away within a single mental count to five and the latter took his seat in the middle of the class. Though, Yuya had a feeling it was because their home room teacher walked in and began their daily routine; He had never been grateful to see a teacher, until now.
The classroom setting bored Yuya most of the time. So this left his attention to be captivated by the happenings of those outside. He liked creating scenarios in his head about who they were, what they were thinking, and the lives they lived outside of campus. Occasionally he’d get so caught up in his fantasy world that he would laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of what he came up with. Unfortunately, this usually alerted the teacher and Inoo Kei, and gave reason as to why he was labelled a slacker.
“Takaki-kun, please answer number 5,” the teacher called after throwing a piece of chalk in the boy’s direction. Looking down at his page, Yuya realized question five remained as incomplete as it had early this morning.
“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath as he tried to complete the question.
“Excuse me?” The teacher asked as they slowly made their way down the aisle of desks towards Yuya, “Is there something the matter?”
“Uh--”
“He didn’t finish his work again, I saw!” Inoo interrupted as his voice carried through the classroom. Yuya’s head shot up from its hunched over position over his notebook. His face flushed as the snickers of his classmates rang in his ears.
The teacher sighed and smacked Yuya upside the head with the textbook, “Why do I even bother with you. Inoo-kun, can you go complete the question please.”
The chair legs scratched as Inoo slid out of his chair and his shoes clicked as he walked towards the blackboard.
Yuya could feel the eyes of his classmates and the quiet whispering of, “What a loser,” “I bet his parents bought his way in,” “He couldn’t have passed the exam on his own.”
He wanted to get up from his seat and just run right out of the classroom. This is what he hated most of all, the humiliation that was brought upon him from Inoo Kei’s words.
Burying his face in his arms, he tried to rest through the remainder of class. He didn’t have the heart to look at anyone. He just wanted the day to end.
And it did! A lot sooner than he had expected. As it turned out, a fire broke out in the home economics classroom, so everyone was ordered to return to their dorms for the rest of the day.
Flopping on his bed, he loosened his tie and threw his blazer over the end of his bed. Taking his down pillow and pushing it into his face, he attempted to unwind for the day. But of course, Chinen Yuri wouldn’t let him.
The firecracker pushed his way into the room and slammed the door behind him.
He didn’t want to ask what was wrong, he really didn’t, but he knew he should.
“Yuri, what’s up?”
Slamming his bag on the floor he threw himself into the older boy’s lap and scowled at him.
“My friends have been suspended, that’s what.”
Yuya’s eyes shot open, “Wow, what?”
“Ya, I heard from Keito who was told by Jesse that Yuto and Yama-chan were the ones who started the fire. Then Kento, who saw the whole thing, told me they were getting suspended for the rest of the month. God, what stupid friends I have! What the hell were they thinking?!” Yuri roared as he took the pillow in Yuya’s hands and started to smack the older boy with it.
As he tried to bat the boy away, he found himself laughing. The day just got a little brighter.
“So, how was your day? Did you ever figure out that math question?”
Yuya groaned as he took the pillow back and smashed his face into it.
“I’m taking that as a no.”
“Good work genius.”
Yuri narrowed his eyes, “Then what happened then? Did you get the answer or did Inoo-kun make an example out of you again?”
“What do you think?”
Yuri sighed, “I still don’t why you can’t just ask him to stop.”
“It’s like asking a wild bear to stop mauling your face, it’s impossible.”
“Pussy.”
“Excuse me?”
Yuri shook his head and removed himself from Yuya’s lap, “Nevermind, by the way, you got some weird letter in your mailbox today.”
“What were you doing going through my mailbox?”
Yuri stayed silent and handed Yuya the envelope.
Of course, it was already opened. That bastard.
Yuyan,
Those pretty lips of yours, they aren’t made for chewing on the end of a pencil.
I’m sure I could find a better use for them.
Keys
Dropping the letter like it was on fire, Yuya felt his face grow warm and his pants shrink a couple of sizes. He had been getting letters from ‘Keys’ for about a month now and each was as seductive as the last.
Yuyan,
I heard Chinen-kun from 1A call you this.
Can I call you Yuyan too? It’s pretty and really easy to moan.
Keys
Yuyan,
If you don’t stop watching those girls run around the track during Biology,
I am going to tell sensei that you are focusing on the wrong type of anatomy.
Keys
P.S. If you into the thin, pale-type, I definitely have someone for you.
Yuyan,
Won’t you make that face again? You know, where you puff out your cheeks when you get angry?
It’s cute and makes me want to kiss you.
Keys
Over the weeks all he could deduce was that the girl was from his class. But he couldn’t figure out which one. What girl would name herself ‘Keys’? He had tried to talk to every girl he knew to see whether it was someone in his class or one of their friends. He had to find her! He had to find who kept turning him on like this. They needed to finish what they started.
His hand could only do so much.
Putting the message into his drawer where he kept the rest of them, he changed into a pair of grey track pants, a skin tight black tank and put on his Nike sneakers. Picking up his Ipod and dorm key from his bag, he left the room. He needed to take his mind off of her. He needed to go for a jog.
His warm up was the brisk walk he took to the 400 meter track the school had. He watched as athletes practiced with a smile. Walking over to the clearly designated starting line, he dropped his keys and was about to run when he caught the sight of the last person he wanted to see, sitting on the grass waving at him.
He tried hard to ignore Inoo Kei by avoiding eye contact, but he was obviously spotted and the class president got off his lazy ass and made his way over to him.
“Wow, Takagi-kun, I didn’t know you jogged,” Inoo said, in the fakest sounding amazement Yuya had ever heard.
“Ya, I do.”
“Hm,” Inoo hummed as his delicate, fingers trailed the lines of Yuya’s muscles, “So you’re a beef head then? That’s why you don’t finish your homework on time.”
Nearly ripping those pale fingers off his skin, he glared at Inoo, “No, you, you,” he took a deep breath, “I do finish normally, I just couldn’t get that question. And now, I just want to relax, so if you’ll excuse me-”
“Oh? How come? Did something happen?”
“That’s none of your business.” For a second there, Yuya thought that he saw dejection cross Inoo’s face, but that couldn’t have been possible.
“Ah, well, I hope Chinen-kun feels better and gets to see his friends. I heard Yamada-kun and Nakajima-kun were the ones responsible for the fire. Anyways, I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” and this time for sure Yuya caught the dejection that dripped off his voice and splashed over his face.
What the hell was going on?
Grasping onto his classmate’s wrist, he realized how small and thin it was. Inoo turned his head to smile weakly at him and attempted to tug away, but Yuya wouldn’t let him. He couldn’t bear to let that beautiful, girlish thin wrist of Inoo’s that connected to those boney, pale fingers, like that of a pianists, go.
Bingo!
As his eyes went wide, Yuya’s hand snapped off of Inoo’s and he did the best thing he could do in this situation. Run.
He ran as fast as his legs could take him around the track. He did one lap, two, three, five, ten.
He couldn’t stop thinking about it. The words that were hand written on every one of those notes. It was Inoo Kei. It was goddamn Inoo Kei.
Was he playing some practical joke? If so, it had gone much too far. Yuya wasn’t gonna fall for that crap. He was beyond humiliated now and he couldn’t, wouldn’t, take it anymore.
Fallingto the soft grass by his belongings, he lay there catching his breath. Even the beauty of the orange coloured sky wasn’t able to make him forget; if anything, Yuya felt it was laughing at him too.
How could he be so stupid!
Rolling onto his keys, he twitched in discovery and rolled back over. Right beside the metal was a note with his name on it, in that familiar plain white envelop.
He felt himself grow pale. Taking the letter in his hands, he was tempted to rip it in half. But even if his cruelty had been taken one step too far, Yuya was still a good person and he owed it to Inoo to at least read what he had to say.
Yuyan,
I am sorry. I’ll fix everything.
Keys
“You better,” he mumbled under his breath as he folded and pocketed the letter, before heading back to his dorm room.
He really needed to shower.
But he didn’t get the chance, because the moment he stepped into his small room, he was ambushed by Yuri. The smaller boy had wrapped his arms around Yuya so tightly that it was hard for him to breathe.
“They aren’t suspended for a month anymore!” Yuri wailed after he let go and began to dance around the small room happily.
“Huh?”
“Yama-chan and Yuto! They aren’t suspended for a month anymore! Just a couple of weeks! It turns out Inoo-chan talked to the Dean and explained the situation, even though he wasn’t there, so really I have no idea how that worked, but it did! I don’t get what your problem is with him? He’s such a nice guy!” Yuri animatedly said, and continued to twirl around the room.
Tearing the corners of the note with his nails, he pivoted and walked right back out the door.
Stomping down the hallways and up a flight of stairs, he found the room he was looking for. Obviously, the students with the best grades got the best rooms. They were spacious, luxurious and the equivalent to a suite.
Finding the dorm he was looking for, he knocked loudly and repetitively until he heard the lock click. But the one to answer the door was not who he expected at all.
The boy was dripping wet with a towel draped around his neck and was only wearing a pair of sweat pants. Looking up and down his attractive, slim, built figure, Yuya felt his anger dissolve.
“Can I help you, Takaki-kun?” the boy asked as he raised a shaped blond brow.
“I-I’m looking for Inoo-kun.”
The boy smirked and opened the door, inviting Yuya in, “He’ll be back shortly. He just went to go run an errand.”
“Still in the Dean’s office?”
“Oh? Word gets out fast, Chinen-kun tell you?”
Yuya glared, “Yes? How do you know he told me? How do you know so much about me, who are you anyways?”
The blond narrowed his eyes and tossed his wet towel over Yuya’s face as he made his way over to the leather sofa in the main room,
“You’d think everyone knew the face of the student body president. Guess some people prefer being beef heads then to actually learn.”
“I am not a beef head!” Yuya roared as he made his way over to the boy.
“Really? Someone who jogs at least twice a day and goes to the gym,” the blond reached over and squeezed Yuya’s bulging arm,
“Definitely on a regular basis, isn’t considered a beef head, then the word might need to be newly defined.”
“What’s wrong with being healthy?”
“Nothing, trust me, nothing at all! It’s just,” the blond said, turning around so that he was centimetres away from Yuya’s face. He could see
Yuya’s face brighten and it only made him smirk as his hands snaked their way up the older boy’s shirt and traced his defined abs.
“These, are really nice. If things don’t work out with you and Kei, come find me,” the blond whispered into Yuya’s ear and his teeth grazed the latter’s earlobe.
But it didn’t’t go further than that.
Their moment was interrupted by the slamming of the door and the quick shuffling of feet as Inoo Kei put himself between his roommate and Yuya.
“Hikaru, what the hell are you doing?”
“Just making everything was okay. You weren’t’t kidding when you said he was hot,” Hikaru laughed lightly as he licked his lips.
Inoo rolled his eyes, “I tend not to lie to you.”
Hikaru just shrugged and walked into his bedroom without another word.
Inoo sighed, “I’m really sorry about him. He cares too much sometimes.”
Yuya nodded, trying to calm his heart beat.
“So, what are you doing here?”
“Ah, well, um…” he mumbled, playing with the letter in his hands.
“Oh,” Inoo said, his white complexion brightening as if he was burned by the sun, “So, you figured it out.”
“Ya.”
“Well, this is a lot more embarrassing than I expected.”
“You have no idea.”
They stood there, silently, looking at everything but each other.
“I’m really sorry about earlier today, in class with the question, I was going to help you but then sensei came in and I ran out of time.”
Yuya turned to Inoo with a raised eyebrow, “You were going to help me?”
Inoo nodded.
“Do I have “Fucking Moron” written over my forehead?” Yuya asked, growing angry with every passing second.
“No.”
“Then why the hell did you think I would believe that bullshit?!”
Inoo, who was startled from being snapped at, did a double take onto the sofa.
Yuya glared down at him, “I’m so sick of you making a fool out of me! What the hell have I ever done to you?”
Inoo sighed as he blinked away the fear, “It’s because you haven’t done anything. I wanted you to notice me. You’re the only person who doesn’t’t fawn over me and worship the ground I walk on.”
“So, you’ve been humiliating me the way a boy would pull the hair of a girl he has a crush on?”
“More or less, plus, you’re gorgeous! Watching you during PE gives me the shakes. I really did mean what I said in those letters.”
Yuya shook his head as he ran his hands down his face, before ripping the letter in half. He threw it in Inoo’s face before stomping towards the door, “Unbelievable!” Yuya mumbled, “I’m leaving.”
“Wait, Yuy--” but Inoo didn’t get to finish his statement before he heard the door slam as Yuya walked out.
Exhaling a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, Inoo sat down on the leather sofa as he ran his hands through his dark hair.
“I told you,” Hikaru said as he popped his head out of his bedroom door frame, “The prettier they are, the harder they are to catch.”
Inoo sighed, “I’ll bring him onto my side, just you wait.”
“Sure you will, and while you try thinking up a way to do that, I’ll be with Yuto.”
“Eh?!”
“The kid owes me for saving his sexy ass.”
“Excuse me, Mr. President, but I was the one who did the hard work! You just wrote a letter.”
“That letter was hard work too, but thanks! It’s too bad Takaki didn’t thank you properly for helping his friend out. That kid’s got quite the package, I’m sure he’d be fun to ride.”
Inoo threw a pillow at Hikaru’s head, “Shut up!”
Laughing as he caught the cushy fabric, he threw it right back into Inoo’s face, “I’ll get going then, have a fun, sex-less night.”
“Ass.”
“I love you too!” And with that, Hikaru also walked out the door, leaving Inoo alone in silence.
How the hell was he going to get Takaki Yuya to take him seriously?
~~~
The following morning as Yuya walked to class, he found himself just as pissed off as he was last night. He contemplated skipping class so that he could get some much needed rest. His mind wouldn’t stop swirling with Inoo Kei. The boy who made him miserable had a crush on him. A fucking crush. It made him want to pull out his hair and put in a resignation letter just from the sheer ridiculousness of it all!
But he couldn’t.
St. Jonathan’s Academy was home to him. He couldn’t leave Yuri or any of his other friends behind. It all meant too much to him.
So he put all of his worries aside and walked into the classroom, trying to be as tall as possible. But it didn’t work. All of his anxieties came back the moment he saw a single white envelope with his name on it.
He held his breath as he opened it.
Takaki,
Can we talk after class? Would you meet me on the roof top?
Kei
“Aw hell no,” Yuya groaned, hitting his head on the desk as he fell into his seat. He wanted nothing to do with that boy anymore! Why couldn’t he just be left alone! God, why couldn’t things just be easy for once?
“Are you alright, Takaki-kun?” It was his soft voice and the gentle feel of his hand that immobilized Yuya even further.
“Ya, I’m fine,” He lied as his head remained on the table
“It’s alright if we talk later, yes?”
“Ya, it’s fine,” Yuya cursed himself for not being able to say no.
“Great! Try not to daydream today; Sensei is giving us a pop-quiz at the end of class.”
Yuya just nodded in reply as Inoo’s soft steps made their way into the distance.
Looking up for just a peak, he saw the class leader pull out his pencil case and place it at the top right corner of his desk, his textbooks at the top left and notebook right dead in the center. Nothing looked out of place, not a hair on his gently curled head or a line in his blazer jacket. Everything was pristine and perfect in a flawless way.
As much as the crispness made Yuya want to cringe, he felt himself smiling instead.
“Inoo-kun,” he called through the empty classroom giving the boy a small scare. That curled head whipped around to look at Yuya, his deep, dark eyes adding an engrossing contrast to his paper white skin, as those shaped eyebrows of his neatly curled and those pink lips pursed in question. It was the most adorable face he had ever seen anyone make.
“Yes, Takaki-kun?”
Yuya smirked at the innocent sound of his question and the lack of innocence Inoo Kei was capable of. Getting up from his seat, Yuya sat on the desk right behind him. Leaning down, Inoo’s eyes remained curious and lips pursed and Yuya couldn’t resist anymore. Taking that slender face into his hands, he kissed those lips with all his might.
He wasn’t able to pull away once he realized what he had done. Inoo had securely woven his fingers into Yuya’s coloured hair and pulled him closer. He wasn’t going to let this precious moment pass him by; Kei had wanted it for too long!
So they sat there, in the middle of the classroom, ignoring the stares of the rest of their classmates who had just walked in.
They pretended not to hear the gasps from the guys and the sobbing from the girls. They weren’t going to let this ruin their moment.
When they finally pulled away, with pink cheeks and wide smiles, they looked onto their classmates who were still in awe. Smirking, all Yuya could think of was flipping them the finger as he confidently walked back to his seat.
It felt nice to leave them speechless.
~~~
“So,” Yuri started as he flopped onto his roommate’s bed, while the older boy sat at his desk, working on his math homework, “I heard that you were having sex with Inoo Kei in the middle of class today,” Yuya dropped his pencil and his eyes flew towards Yuri, “Seriously, couldn’t you have picked a better time?”
“I didn’t have sex with him.”
“You didn’t?” Yuri asked, sitting up.
“I kissed him, he kissed me back. That’s it.”
“I see, then Yuto heard wrong then.”
“Most likely.”
Yuya went back to scribbling down his answer.
“So, are you going to fuck him?”
“None of your business.”
“Oh, so you are! Tonight?”
“Go do your homework.”
“Wow, Yuya, sex on the first date. You’re desperate!”
“Shut up and do your homework.”
“Why aren’t you over there now?”
“I asked him to run an errand for me.”
“And?”
“He said I should meet him at 7, its 6:50 right now.”
“I see.”
“Yes.”
Yuya finished his final question, closed his notebook and sat back in his chair, “He’s a good kisser.”
Yuri laughed lightly and patted his roommate on the back, “So you won’t be back later then.”
“Probably not.”
“Taking a change of clothes?”
“Nah, I’ll just show up late to class.”
“Won’t people be suspicious then?”
“Seeing as how the whole school already knows, it’s not that big of a deal.”
“Fair enough.”
“So I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Yuya asked as he picked up his set of keys.
“Ya, tomorrow. Don’t be too rough with him, he is fragile.”
“Yes, thank you Yuri, like I didn’t already know that.”
Yuri shrugged, “Just saying.”
“Goodbye Yuri.”
“G’night,” the younger boy waved as Yuya stepped out of his room. Leaning against the door he tried to calm his nerves. Taking one final deep breath, Yuya shakily walked down the hall and up those flights of stairs to Inoo’s suite.
Bouncing on the balls of his feet after knocking on the door, it barely opened a crack when Yuya felt himself being dragged into the room.
It was dark, and the only thing to help him see were the tea candles spread out across the multiple pieces of furniture.
“Wow, if you told me you were going to be romantic, I would have brought you flowers.”
“Shush you! Don’t make me feel any more ridiculous then I already do,” Inoo replied, miffed as he stood there in a white button down blouse and a plaid skirt. His hair was done up with a couple bobby pins and Yuya suspected a little bit of lip gloss. Checking his accusations, he was one hundred percent right.
“Cherry flavour.”
Inoo stood there, looking at his shuffling feet, his face bright pink.
“You look really cute like this,” Yuya said, his thumb and forefinger securely on the boy’s chin and gave him another kiss. Inoo smiled into it as he wrapped his arms around Yuya’s neck, pulling him closer. But Yuya separated himself from the boy and placed him gently onto the couch.
The younger gave Yuya a rejected look that rivalled a kicked puppy’s and it broke his heart a little.
“Is there something wrong? Did I do something wrong? I can go put on another coat of gloss if you want,” Inoo worried as he tried to get up to check his appearance in the bathroom mirror, but Yuya grabbed onto his wrist and spun him around, bringing him into another kiss.
“No, you’re fine. Everything is fine. I’m just nervous.”
Inoo smiled lightly, clasping their hands together, “It’s okay to be nervous. First time is always the hardest, so don’t worry, I’ll do all the work.”
Yuya squeezed his hand, smiling, “If you insist.”
Inoo smirked as he pulled his crush through the suite to his bedroom. Yuya’s jaw almost dropped as he saw what Kei had done with his room. It was covered in tea candles and the light scent of vanilla incense filled the room.
Yuya tried to cover his snickering through a small coughing fit. It earned him a jab in the side.
“What? This isn’t what I had in mind when I asked you to show me what you fantasized about.”
Inoo sighed, “Fine, I’ll get rid of it if you don’t like it. I don’t like wearing a skirt anyways.”
“Its fine, it’s fine! Just leave it!” Yuya said, lying down on the bed, “The skirt suits you so I really can’t complain.”
“Really?” Inoo asked, climbing on top of the sprawled out boy, “How so?”
“Well, it lets me do this!” Yuya said as he cupped onto his backside and pulled him closer. Hips crashed and lips touched, but neither moved after that. Inoo just sat there, eyes wide. Pushing his hips down a little harder, he ripped a moan from Yuya that was beyond anything his mind could have conjured. He had definitely hit the jackpot.
“I thought… you said you were going to do all the work?”
Inoo groaned happily as he put more pressure into the kiss and opened Yuya’s mouth with ease. It had been a long time since Yuya had felt the warmth of another; it was the one thing he missed about being back home. Forgetting what was, he tangled his manicured hands into Kei’s hair and shoved past the swirling muscle with his own and wrapped his legs around those slender Barbie doll hips.
Pianist fingers scratched and struggled to remove his toned body from its confinement. Yuya was thankful this wasn’t one of his favourite shirts. Though, even if it was, he wouldn’t have cared, just as long as Kei was able to trace those soft, soothing lines all down and around his torso.
As Yuya bucked his hips and pulled the younger closer, it signalled Kei not to waste any more time. Sliding his hands further down, he slipped them under both waist bands and grabbed hold of what was soon to be his.
“Yuyan,” Kei moaned, “How the hell were you able to hide this?”
Yuyan smirked as he watched Kei twitch, “Well, I don’t wear tight pants so...”
“You should!”
Yuya raised an eyebrow, “Would you let me after this?”
Kei clicked his tongue and yanked down the rest of the clothing and nearly came right there, “No, never,” he said, sliding himself down the tanned body, “This is mine, and mine only, do you understand? No matter how much Hikaru begs either, do not give in.”
Yuya chuckled, “I didn’t peg you as the possessive type.”
Kei just grunted as he took Yuya half way into his mouth, leaving the boy on the bottom to grip into that beautiful, curly hair and hold onto it with all his might.
Soft gasps filled the room as Yuya let Kei show him how his mouth wasn’t just used for biting remarks.
On the final bob up, Yuya’s body shook as he was moments away from releasing, but Kei wouldn’t allow that. Giving the older a smile, he climbed back up to plant a wet kiss on the boy’s pale lips.
“What do you think?” Kei whispered, running those hands up and down Yuya’s thighs.
Yuya looked up at the ceiling, refusing to make eye contact, “Hm, well, I guess it’s alright,” he pulled the boy back down for another kiss as his hips pushed into Kei’s neglected member. The younger moaned louder than expected and drew a grin onto Yuya’s face.
“Better, but, there is still something I don’t like,” Yuya claimed as his hands took off the blouse and removed the skirt, which not so surprisingly had nothing underneath, “Perfect! Now, where do you keep your lube?”
Stretching out of Yuya’s lap, Kei opened his night table drawer, which had multiple little foil packets. Grabbing one of each size, Kei nearly threw them at his crush, “If I’m going to do you, you need to do the warm up.”
Taking the rectangular package in his hand, he ripped the top open with his teeth and dipped his fingers inside. He made sure he had Kei’s attention as he slowly covered three of his long digits from base to tip. And he knew he had it, when Kei licked his plump lips and bent himself further over Yuya’s body.
“Ready?”
“Hell ya!” and with those words Yuya pushed in one after another, not even bothering to wait the necessary few seconds to see if he was alright. But it didn’t seem to bother Kei either, since he thrust into Yuya’s curled hand with just as much force as what was being issued.
“Yuyan!” he moaned, “Please, just do it alright, I honestly can’t wait any longer.”
“Oh? Does the great Inoo Kei not like to be teased?”
“Fuck you!”
“Give me…one…more…second!” and Yuya removed his hand quickly, leaving Kei a panting mess as he waited for his crush to put on the much needed rubber.
But as Kei sat there, he slowly began to lose his patience as the boy beneath him took his sweet time, ripping it open and rolling it on.
“If you take any longer, I will do everything for you and then the next time this happens, you won’t get any sympathy from me.”
“Next time?” Yuya asked, tilting his head to the side and giving Kei the cutest quizzical look he had ever seen the boy make, “I think that’ll be alright.”
“Tease!”
Yuya just rolled his eyes as he placed his hands around Kei’s white hips and slowly brought him down over top.
“Holy shit!” They cried.
Sitting in a small state of shock, Kei was the first to move as he pushed himself up and carefully fell back down in a slow but steady rhythm.
Easing into the feeling, he began to move faster.
“Kei, you look tense.”
Inoo said nothing, just concentrated on what he was doing; he wouldn’t even look at Yuya.
“You nervous?”
All that was heard was the light moans and the squeaking of the box spring.
Watching as Kei’s face continued to contort, in what looked to be fairly unpleasant, Yuya took his unoccupied hand and wrapped it tightly around the upright member and pumped it slowly. He knew his gesture was appreciated by the dragged out, “Yuyan,” that spilled from the latter’s mouth.
“You were right y’know, my name does sound pretty when you moan it.”
Cracking open a tightly closed eye, Kei looked down at the boy with warmth and each of them met the others pace. It only took a couple more moments before they were overcome with pleasure and their bodies became nothing but flesh in each other’s arms. Breathing slowed and eyes flickered as they shared a chaste kiss before they saw the incense stick burn out.
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“So, I heard something interesting when I met up this morning with Yuto,” Hikaru said, as casually as he could, while sipping at his
afternoon tea and flipping through one of his textbooks at one of the school’s café tables.
“Oh, and what would that be?” Inoo asked, sitting down across from him, a coffee in his hand.
“Well, he said that Chinen told him that you and Takaki spent the night together.”
Trying not to let his radiance show, he brought his burning coffee to his mouth and accidentally burnt his tongue. Nearly dropping the steaming cup in his heist to tend to his burn, it was saved last second by a hand Inoo knew well and this time he failed miserably at not looking completely overjoyed.
Hovering above him was his boyfriend, Takaki Yuya, who took a sip of the hot drink and crinkled his nose once the bitterness touched his tongue, “Kei, I don’t care how healthy black coffee is supposed to be for you, it’s disgusting.”
“Well, I never asked you to drink it.”
“Ya, but you would ask me to kiss you.”
“So? It’s not like you’d be getting the full flavor.”
“Wanna bet?”
Inoo smirked, “Sure,” and he grabbed Yuya by the neck and yanked him down into a short, open mouth kiss.
“Okay, so I tasted you and the coffee. I’m kind of glad you taste better than it.”
“Thank you!”
“You’re welcome!”
“So, do you want to grab dinner later? We can study too! I can tutor you. You really do seem to be struggling with math.”
Hikaru coughed loudly, trying to hide a rather large snicker. The couple shot him a dirty look.
“Sure, 7 sound good?”
“Perfect!” Inoo said, giving his boyfriend another short kiss before pushing the boy on his way. He hadn’t gotten his second jog in yet.
“Tutoring, huh? That’s the best you could come up with?”
Inoo shrugged, “I tend not to lie to you and definitely won’t be lying to him.”
Hikaru smiled gently at his long time friend, “You really like him, don’t you?”
Kei smiled, just like a school girl who had her first crush, “Yes, I do. He might look like a slob and that he doesn’t do well academically, but he’s so much more. He’s so kind and sweet, he even let me keep the candles lit.”
Blinking away his momentary shock, Hikaru continued to smile and leaned over and kissed Kei gently on the forehead, “I’m glad it worked out for you. I’m glad you’re happy.”
“Thanks.”
The two sat there, glowing from their individual light and thought about the people that make them happy, and how they wouldn’t be half the people they are without them.
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