Red Carpet Treatment (Pin, R)
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maayacolabackupTitle: Red Carpet Treatment
Pairing: Pin
Rating: R
Notes: Reposted from the Smut Meme, for archiving and remix purposes
Prompt: Pin, Yamapi once stupidly and drunkenly bet that if Jin ever won an Oscar, he'd go down on him.
Yamapi’s apartment is so loud that he worries the neighbors are going to call the police and complain again. Kusano is standing up on the sofa and shot-gunning a beer while Ryo eggs him on, and Kame is staring at them both disdainfully, twirling a piece of hair around his index finger as his furrowed brow silently judges them both. Shirota Yuu and Shirota Jun are drunkenly singing Spanish love songs to Nakamaru, who looks like he would rather be anally raped by a mongoose than be sitting between them. Reio is staring at Kame in a way that Yamapi might find interesting or maybe even appalling under normal circumstances, but Yamapi’s got a lot on his mind at the moment. Yamapi is just doing his best to keep things from completely falling apart before 10 AM.
Yamapi has read about Oscar-watching parties on Google, and this is really not what he had in mind when he invited his friends to come over and watch Jin walk the American red carpet. But Ryo had arrived first that morning, toting a satchel full of vodka and Red Bull, talking crap about “the breakfast of champions”, and things had only devolved from there. Now, an hour into the show, Yamapi was fairly certain everyone else had forgotten why they had all gathered together again for the first time since Jin’s birthday, and that was to find out if Jin was going to take home the Oscar for Best Supporting Actor.
Ryo cheers as Kusano successfully finishes his twelfth beer of the morning, and stumbles down from the couch, knocking the bowl of popcorn off the table and scattering the kernels all over Yamapi’s clean floor. He winces, and stands up to go find the broom, when Nakamaru, who is the only one watching the TV at this point (Yamapi is watching his guests, his furniture, his appliances—anything that can possibly break or die) gasps. “It’s time!” he yells, and a hush descends over the living room. Ryo plops down on the floor and starts eating the pieces of spilled floor popcorn, eyes riveted to the screen, and Yuu sits down next to him and throws an affectionate arm across his shoulders, which causes Ryo to hiss and slide three feet to the right. Yamapi can feel his heart beat speed up in anticipation. He knows it’s a long shot, but a part of him is really hoping Jin can show them all—all his haters and doubters and naysayers, that he DOES have something, that he DID deserve all those second chances, and that his dreams weren’t too big for his talent, after all.
The camera pans across four unfamiliar American faces, none of whom Yamapi recognizes because he’s far too busy making movies lately to watch any not spoonfed to him by Jin, and then the camera is on Jin. Jin looks green around the edges, some combination of nervous and anxious and blatantly terrified, and Yamapi wants to tell him it’ll all be okay, but he can’t, because Jin is 5,000 miles away, in America, making his mark in another country, and the Pacific Ocean lies vast between them. Yamapi can’t be there for his best friend, at least not physically, on the most important night of his career so far, and so he sits, and watches on a TV screen and hopes that Jin knows he’s there in spirit.
An American funny-man is hosting the show, and he makes some crack about Jin that has Jin nervously chuckling, and Jin loses a bit of that sea-sick expression, a glimmer of humor sparking in his eyes. His mouth eases into that goofy grin, and Yamapi can feel his own tense grip on the arms of his chair relaxing, and he leans back a little in his seat. Whatever happens tonight, everything is going to be okay, he knows, and so he’s watching now, hoping for the best but not dwelling now that Jin seems okay again.
“Jin looks like he’s gonna hurl,” quips Ryo, and Kusano nods to agree but then regrets it, his own face an alarming shade of puce. His eyes are a bit crossed, too, like they can’t find purchase on any one object.
“I think I’m gonna hurl,” Kusano adds, and then releases an unseemly belch that draws the attention of the entire room. The Shirota brothers turn as one to shush him, and everyone is staring, unblinking at the screen again in a way that vaguely reminds Yamapi of the time he and Jin went to the zoo, and Jin had been unable to tear his fascinated gaze away from those two mating zebras. “Is it seriously only 10 AM?”
“My brother is nominated for an Oscar,” Reio says into the silence, and suddenly they’re all waiting with baited breath. If Jin wins, it would be unprecedented. Jin is a Johnny, and Johnny’s boys don’t win major Hollywood awards. Johnny’s provide fan-service to teenage girls and hip-twist their way off into oblivion once they’re too old or too tainted with scandal. Johnny’s boys don’t give the finger to JPop stardom and then run off and become award winning actors after studying English for a few years, learning better than anyone ever expected, surviving ridicule and anti-fans and outright mockery, and becoming more than anyone thought was possible. But Jin’s always been ambitious, and Yamapi would like to think he has always known Jin could do it.
Yuu snorts. “Your brother looks like a complete idiot in that suit,” he says, and Ryo looks up at him admiringly for a moment before remembering that he hates Yuu, because Yuu is tall and he hates tall people on principle.
Yamapi agrees that Jin looks stuffy in his suit—he clearly didn’t pick it out, and the bow-tie seems to be strangling him. His long hair, which is pulled back in a high ponytail, seems out of place with his conservative, old-fashioned tux, and Yamapi sort of wishes Jin was wearing one of his ugly sweatshirts instead.
Kame takes a shot of vodka, and laughs. “Jin never was the sort to look good in anything classy,” Kame says, and Yamapi can’t help but notice that as Kame speaks, Reio is undressing Kame with his eyes. “He’s got more of a…caveman charm?”
“Shut up, Kamenashi! She’s gonna announce it!” Ryo says, and then the presenter is opening the envelope. Yamapi holds his breath.
He thinks he is hallucinating when he hears Jin’s name, but then he camera is focusing on him. Jin’s jaw is dropped clear to the floor, and his eyes resemble dinner plates as he sits there, in shock, until his co-stars nudge him and he walking slowly and hesitantly toward the stage, before all of a sudden he starts running. He sweeps the presenter up into his arms and spins her around twice—she’s beautiful, Yamapi notices detachedly, with long blonde hair and big breasts and a gorgeous smile, but he can’t remember her name, because he’s shit with American names, and who really cares about that when Jin just won an OSCAR. And then Jin is babbling into the microphone, thanking his parents, people from his cast and crew, and his American management—that’s what Yamapi supposes anyway, because despite years of mediocre effort he still can’t understand English. The camera zooms in on Jin’s face, which is shining and beaming and Jin really is photogenic, Yamapi muses, and Jin turns to leave the stage. But he thinks better of it, and leans once more toward the microphone and smiles. “And I want to thank the people here with me in spirit,” he says in Japanese. “Especially Yamapi who probably has a lot of drunk people at his apartment right now!”
Yamapi is bemused that Jin knows him so well. He didn’t mention any of this to Jin, his plans for an Oscar party or any of that, and he knows the others didn’t mention it, because Jin only talks to Yamapi about anything important or real when he’s abroad. Yamapi is the same way, and their friends don’t take it personally. He and Jin just KNOW each other, inside and out, and Yamapi is aware of how lucky he is to have a friend like Jin.
“Well,” says Yuu, yawning and leaning back to lie down, stretching his long frame to take up a large portion of the floor in front of the TV. “I guess now Yamapi has to hold up his end of the bet.”
Jun chuckles, and Kame’s eyes are mischievous. Yamapi, who’s still sorta in shock and wondering if he should call Jin’s parents to gush since clearly his friends are too drunk to appreciate this moment, stills. “What bet?” Yamapi says quietly.
“The bet you made at Jin’s birthday party?” Kusano clarifies from his sprawled out position on the coach. “Don’t you remember?”
Yamapi has to be honest—he doesn’t really remember Jin’s birthday party. He’d unfortunately participated, with Jin’s encouragement, in a Tequila Power Hour orchestrated by Jin’s gaijin friends, and he’d been unable to get out of bed for three days, too hungover to do much more than curl up in a ball and whine piteously at his aching head, and occasionally dry heave into the trashcan Jin had thoughtfully moved next to his bed. “I don’t really have any memories of Jin’s birthday party,” Yamapi admits, and Ryo raises an eyebrow.
“Oh SURE you don’t,” Ryo says sarcastically. “How convenient for you, Pi. ‘Oh I was blackout drunk, so I don’t know about any bet!’” Yamapi is almost insulted by Ryo’s impersonation of him, but then he remembers that Ryo is a dick, so he shrugs instead.
“If I was you,” Reio chimes in, “I would forget too.”
“That’s cause he’s your brother,” Kame says, and his lips curve into a smirk. “I, on the other hand, would probably not mind fulfilling my end of the bargain on that bet.” Reio glowers, and Yamapi almost pities Reio, both for how painfully obvious he is, and also for how blatantly dismissive Kame is.
“Hello?” Yamapi says, reminding them that he still has no idea what’s going on. “What bet, guys?”
Yuu lifts his head up from he floor. “Well, we were all together in that karaoke room,” he starts, and Yamapi is hit with a flash of memory. He sees Kusano’s face, in his mind, belting out the lyrics to ‘My Only Love,’ from Sailor Moon, while Yamapi leans back against something warm. Arms are wrapped against his waist, and his face is mashed into Jin’s hair.
“Um,” Yamapi interrupts. “Was I…sitting on Jin’s lap?” he questions, dreading the answer.
Jun cackles. “Oh, it’s all coming back to you, now? Speaking of ‘It’s All Coming Back to Me,’ we all really enjoyed yours and Jin’s performance of Celine Dion’s ‘Love Can Move Mountains.’” Jun can’t contain his mirth as he relishes the memory. “Well, it was more Jin’s performance. You were more focused on trying to stand, and you just yelled “I’m the mountain!” every time Jin sang the first line of the chorus.”
Yamapi cradles his head in his hands. “Oh,” he says. “But I still don’t remember any bets.”
Yuu takes up the narrative again. “So yeah, we were all singing karaoke, and then Jin tells us, drunkenly, that he’s on the short list for an Oscar Nomination.” Yamapi nods—Jin had told him again, later, because he was nervous, and Yamapi had cooked him his favorite type of katsudon, with curry, and played with his hair on the sofa until he had fallen asleep on Yamapi’s lap. Then Yamapi had put him to bed and climbed in after him. Jin was already gone when he woke up, but he’d made coffee, so Yamapi figured it was an even trade, and thought it sure was great to have platonic male friends like Jin.
Ryo interrupts. “I thought he was joking,” Ryo says. “But it turned out he was serious. I almost died laughing.”
Yamapi bristles. “Jin’s very talented! He is perfectly able to be nominated for an Academy Award.” Then Yamapi clears his throat imperiously. “And apparently, he is perfectly able to WIN one, too.”
Ryo nods gleefully. “Yes, yes, you said the same thing then, too.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Well, it was less coherent, but we all got the general gist of it, which was that you were basically all up on Jin’s dick again, because you guys are gay.”
Kame looks at Ryo disgustedly. “You’re so crude,” he says, and Nakamaru pats Kame’s shoulder soothingly, and Reio glares at him. Nakamaru gulps and retreats.
“Has anyone ever told you how much you look like Jin when you do that?” Nakamaru asks Reio, and Reio smiles at him like a shark.
“Maybe a time or two,” Reio agrees, and then he’s looking back at Yamapi. “So then Nishikido says ‘Oh, just suck his cock already!’ after your passionate slash drunkenly slurring defense of Jin’s ability to be nominated for Oscars, or whatever.”
Yamapi glares retroactively at Ryo, and Ryo smirks. “I regret nothing,” he says, and Yuu barks a short laugh. “Well, almost nothing,” Ryo admits, with a blush. “But we’re not humiliating me right now, we’re humiliating Yamapi.”
Kame interjects. “So you yelled ‘I will,’” Kame adds to the story, and Yamapi stares at him blankly, not getting it.
“I will…what?”
Jun drawing with a Sharpie on a now passed out Kusano, but he pauses for just long enough to deliver the final blow. “Suck Jin’s cock, dumbass. Ryo said ‘Just suck his cock already,’ and you said ‘I will.’”
Yamapi’s can feel his face burning. “I said WHAT?”
Ryo is shaking now with sheer delight. “Then you turned to Jin, and told him if he won an Oscar, you’d give him ‘The Best Damn Blowjob that Ever Even Thought About Existing.”
“What did Jin say?” Yamapi asks with dread, his insides tied up in terrible knots.
“Jin was pretty drunk too,” Yuu says, and Kame nods in agreement. “But he laughed and said ‘I’ll remember you said that.’”
Yamapi wishes that a cavernous black hole straight to hell would open up underneath him and swallow him alive right now, because he’d rather be dead than deal with the embarrassment of this moment. “No, I didn’t,” Yamapi whimpers, and the rest of the room bursts out in laughter. Except Kusano, who is passed the fuck out on the couch with mustache drawn on his face in Sharpie.
“Yeah, you did,” Reio says, looking a bit queasy. “It’s so gross though. Everyone knows you guys are totally gay for each other, but hearing about my brother’s sex life is totally uncalled for.”
“We are not GAY for each other!” Yamapi yells a little desperately. “We are platonic male friends! Heterosexual ones! Who like to have sex with women!”
“And offer occasionally to suck each others dicks as a reward,” Kame drawls, his voice unnecessarily suggestive. In Yamapi’s opinion, Kame can go fuck himself.
Ryo falls over onto Yuu, laughing so hard tears are coming out of his eyes. “Oh my god, you can’t even make movies better than this shit,” he crows, arms wrapped around himself as he quakes. “Like, I feel like I’m watching a Korean drama, except there’s sex, so it’s probably more like the set up to a really bizarre gay porn.”
“I hate you all,” Yamapi announces, and leans dramatically back into his chair, covering his face with his hands. “I just hate you all so much. I need less sucky friends.”
“Or friends you want to suck less,” Nakamaru points out helpfully, while Jun yells “I think YOU are the ‘sucky ‘ friend, if you know what I mean!” and then the room breaks into a fresh round of laughter at Yamapi’s expense.
“So,” Ryo wheezes out finally, “Are you going to hold up your end of the bet?”
Yamapi sets his jaw. “Jin totally doesn’t remember any of this, so it doesn’t matter. If he did, it would have been awkward.”
Kame makes a doubtful noise. “I dunno, Yamashita. Jin is kind of like a sex elephant—he never forgets.”
“He would have said something,” Yamapi insists, and the others look at him with varying degrees of amusement.
“Whatever you say, dude!” Reio finally says, and then reaches for a beer. “But I think this calls for a drink!” He pops the top, and holds it up in the air. “To my brother, the Academy Award Winner!”
Yamapi can drink to that, definitely, but he’s got plenty of reasons to drink right now beyond that, too. He wonders if you can get so blackout drunk you forget what your friends told you about the last time you were blackout drunk. He’s willing to experiment if it means he can shake off this stubborn clawing ache in his stomach, and the unsettled feeling creeping up his chest like heartburn but infinitely more painful, because it’s about Jin, and their friendship, which is the most important thing to him in the world, basically.
“Cheers!” they all yell, and Yamapi kind of wants to die, and kind of wants to see Jin so Jin can tell him it’s all a huge prank and Yamapi didn’t basically proposition Jin on his birthday in a Karaoke room in front of all their bros. But Yamapi has the sinking feeling that he might have. You know, done that. Fuck.
***
Yamapi doesn’t really think about anything that isn’t ‘The Bet’ for the next week. Despite all the fascinating things going on around him (like Reio and Kame having sex in public restrooms at bars, and Yuu-kun writing bad poetry about Ryo’s THIGHS, or some such nonsense, and Kusano almost getting arrested at a strip club...) In concert rehearsals, while eating dinner, while on the phone with his parents, while taking a shower...
He calls Rina for help, because she’s a girl, and his sister, and she should be able to help him, but she just laughs loudly and raucously in his ear and tells him he’s got spaghetti for brains, then hangs up on him, so he writes that off as a lost cause.
He struggling to wrap his mind around the IDEA of having said such a thing, but it’s a constant struggle. Yamapi doesn’t really subscribe to the theory that you’re more honest when you’re drunk. He more subscribes to the theory that you don’t have a filter-- that your inhibitions are lowered and you’re more likely to do something crazy. The one and only strip tease Yamapi has done in his life was done under the influence, and it wasn’t something he had never considered, it was just something common sense would have gotten in the way of, if he were sober.
But Yamapi’s never really thought about blowing Jin. He’s thought about the perfect shape of his lips a few times, and of course he’d noticed Jin’s sparkling eyes, and his cheesy grin, and the way his hair looks stupid and adorable when he wakes up in the morning. But Jin is his best friend, who he knows better than anyone else in the world, and so of course he would notice these things. And everyone in the world knows Jin’s got those hips that defy logic and those strong looking hands, and makes those high whining noises when he’s eating a particularly tasty piece of cake that sound pretty close to what Jin might sound like if...
Shit.
So maybe he’s been subconsciously thinking about blowing Jin.
As Yamapi passes from the denial stage, to the acceptance stage, he wonders how he should go about skipping ahead to recovery. What he and Jin have is special. Uncomplicated. Beautiful.
But all Yamapi can really do is imagine Jin’s perfect mouth forming the words “I’ll remember you said that,” and blowing hot air onto Yamapi’s fluttering eyelashes, smelling like whiskey and gingerbread and cigarette smoke. It’s such a realistic vision in his mind that Yamapi wonders if it’s really all made up, or if it’s a fragment of his memories.
***
When Jin knocks on his door, bearing a bottle of wine and 2 pepperoni pizzas, Yamapi almost doesn’t want to answer it, but then he is being swallowed by Jin’s beaming grin, which lights up the whole apartment, and Yamapi forgets why he’s been so worried. Jin drops his cargo onto the side-table by the door, and Yamapi scoops him up in his arms, spinning him around until they’re both a little dizzy. Jin nose is mashed into his cheek, and Yamapi’s mouth is filled with pieces of Jin’s hair, but they’re both laughing as Yamapi finally sets him down and they step apart.
“Congratulations, Jin,” Yamapi says, and he means it. Jin has worked really, really hard, and to recieve this kind of reward-- well, it’s probably even more than Jin has dreamed of, and he has some pretty big dreams. Yamapi has those dreams for Jin too, because he wants Jin to be happy. “When are you moving to America, you Academy Award Winning Actor, you?”
“What?” Jin says, looking at Yamapi as if he is crazy. “As if I could leave Japan behind!” He snorts, and picks up the pizza. “I’m starving, can we eat?”
Yamapi nods, and when he comes back from the kitchen with two wine glasses and some napkins, Jin’s already got a slice of pizza shoved into his face, the sauce all around his mouth. Yamapi throws a napkin at him, and picks up the wine bottle. “What’s with the wine?” he asks.
“I thought our celebration should be at least a little classy,” Jin says, winking. Yamapi’s face reddens against his will, and Jin raises an eyebrow. “Oh, by the way, did you know my brother is sleeping with Kame?”
Yamapi chokes on his pizza crust, and his life flashes before his eyes as Jin pounds on his back. He finally swallows, and then he laughs. “Oh, yeah, and let me say, I totally saw it coming.”
“It’s so creepy. I had no idea Reio was into guys, at all,” he says, like his mind is blown. Yamapi is just getting adjusted to the fact that he, himself, might be into guys, or specifically, this guy, so he almost chokes again.
“Geez, Pi, everything okay? You don’t usually have this much trouble eating.”
“Yeah, just a bit tired,” Yamapi responds, busying himself with devouring his pizza.
After the pizza has been destroyed, and Jin and Yamapi have split the bottle of wine, Yamapi finds himself lying down with his head in Jin’s lap, while Jin twists and pulls at individual strands of hair. “You have really nice hair, Pi,” Jin says absentmindedly. “It’s so soft. Mine is fried, you know?”
Yamapi shakes his head in the negative. “I love your hair, it’s so fluffy and cute.”
“Cute?! I’m a grown man, Pi. You don’t tell a grown man he’s cute.” He shoves Yamapi’s head a little, but Yamapi just moves his head back, wiggling down into his best friend/pillow until his head is comfortable. But Jin makes a strange, stifled noise, and Yamapi’s eyes fly open.
“Are you alright?” he queries, and Jin looks flushed, in a way that can’t entirely be blamed on the alcohol, even if Jin’s alcohol tolerance is total shit.
“You might want to...not move like that,” Jin states awkwardly, trying to be blunt and evasive in the same breath. Yamapi is confused, and then he realizes, as he turns his head and encounters Jin’s partially erect penis bulging just a little in his jeans.
“Oh,” Yamapi says dumbly, and Jin looks painfully embarrassed, kind of like he’d rather be being hit by a bus right now than be in this situation. It’s that look that helps Yamapi gather his courage. “Well, I do have to fulfill my end of the bet,” he says, and Jin’s head whips down to look at him so fast Yamapi is surprised Jin doesn’t hurt himself.
“You remember that?” Jin says, and his voice sounds some cross between surprised and hopeful.
Yamapi chuckles. “Kame was right,” he replies. “You are a sex elephant.”
“I hope that’s in reference to my penis size,” Jin says jokingly, but Yamapi frowns.
“Kame has seen your penis?”
“We were in the same gay boy band for ten years or something, dweeb. Of course he’s seen my penis-- costume changes, onsen trips...you name it. Hell, you’ve seen my penis.” Jin laughs. “Everyone’s seen my penis!” he shouts, and Yamapi’s neighbors probably REALLY hate him these days, because none of the people he invites over can be trusted to use their inside voices. “But,” Jin says, “he’s never TOUCHED it.”
And that’s all Yamapi needs to hear before he rolls onto his stomach, and in seconds, he has Jin’s awakening member cradled in his hands. “No one else better touch it,” he growls possessively, and Jin gasps as Yamapi’s hand begins moving slowly up and down, exploring the weight and feel of Jin between his palms. It feels different from Yamapi’s own penis, smaller but not small, and the skin is smooth and hot.
"Okay,” Jin hisses. “As long as you keep touching, no one else will.”
Yamapi thinks that’s a fair deal, and then he is overcome by a desire to know what Jin tastes like. The head of his cock is glistening with just a bit of pre-cum, and Yamapi leans forward and licks at it, swirling it around on his tongue. It tastes salty, and a little bit like gingerbread, which is exactly what Jin smells like. His mind is a little fuzzy, from the wine and from sheer disbelief, but he knows, at least basically, what comes next. He’s never done anything like this before, but he’s had a few girls do it to him, so he figures he’ll be able to manage. He tumbles off the couch awkwardly bumping his shoulder onto the coffee table, and then pulls himself up onto his knees. He looks up at Jin from this new angle, and Jin is looking down at him incredulously, his lower lip between his teeth and his eyes wide and wild. Yamapi grabs the belt loops of Jin’s jeans and tugs, and Jin subconsciously lifts his hips to allow Yamapi to pull them down to around his ankles. His boxers quickly follow, and the clothes are pooling around Jin’s legs on the floor, but Yamapi doesn’t care because they aren’t really in the way.
And now Jin’s lower body is naked in front of him, erection high and proud pressing against his stomach, and Yamapi is suddenly hit with a really strong wave of arousal, and a desire to see what kinds of sounds he can wring from his best friend’s sinful looking mouth. “I guess this is the Red Carpet Treatment?” Yamapi muses, and Jin chuckles.
“I thought it was supposed to be ‘The Best Damn Blowjob that Ever Even Thought About Existing,’” he jokes nervously, hand rubbing up and down his own thighs.
Yamapi smiles a bit, and licks his lips. Jin gulps, and Yamapi gathers himself, eyeing Jin’s penis with determination to earn that title.
Yamapi knows what he himself likes, so he starts there. He leans forward and casually licks Jin’s balls, but there is nothing casual in his expression as he listens for Jin’s reaction. Jin releases a tiny hiccuping sound, small and shocked, and Yamapi is pleased. He sucks one of Jin’s balls into his mouth, gently fondling it between his lips and wetting it with his saliva. He repeats the process on the other, and Jin is breathing a little harder, which Yamapi also likes. Then, laying his tongue flat on the underside of Jin’s cock, he slowly licks all the way up until he reaches the head, which he circles with his tongue slowly, and Jin keens, a wanton sound that makes Yamapi even harder inside his sweatpants, and fuels him on. “Pi,” Jin whines, and Yamapi chuckles and blows a stream of air onto the wet line he just licked. Jin shudders, and Yamapi wraps a firm hand around the base of Jin’s cock, guiding it to his lips. Jin is watching his every movement, his eyes slit, and Yamapi grins at him. “Congratulations on your Oscar, Jin,” Yamapi says again, and then he’s sucking the head of Jin’s cock into his mouth. Jin’s hands jump up and grip Yamapi’s shoulders.
Jin moans, load and deep in his chest, and his hips buck up, just a little, so Yamapi presses his right hand down on Jin’s hipbone to hold him in place. Jin’s cock feels so weird in his mouth, but it’s not a bad weird, and soon he is bobbing up and down at a moderate pace, encouraged by Jin’s involuntary groans and whispered swears. “Fuck, Pi, you look so hot,” Jin says, and Yamapi’s own cock is aching for attention, but this is not about him, this is about Jin. Yamapi is surprised by how natural it feels to have Jin at the mercy of his tongue and lips, but he supposes he shouldn’t be-- everything ELSE he does with Jin always feels natural, so why not this?
Jin is writhing beneath him now, but Yamapi isn’t ready for it to end, not yet. He eases his head back, and looks up at Jin. Jin is looking down at him with wonder, his chest heaving, and face and neck flushed a dark red. Yamapi can’t believe how fucking sexy he is. His hair is sweaty and sticking to his neck in places, and his tank shirt is pushed up to reveal his flat stomach, which heaves up and down. “Pi,” Jin says, bucking his hips up toward Yamapi with desperation. “Yamapi, please,” he chokes out, and Yamapi grins at him mischievously.
“What if I just stopped right now?” he teases, and Jin grunts and throws his head back in exasperation.
“You cocktease,” Jin accuses, but his voice isn’t angry, only hot with the desire to come, and Yamapi takes pity on him, dipping his head back down and taking Jin all the way in. He gags a little, as the head of Jin’s cock slams into the back of his throat, but Jin is screaming, loudly, and Yamapi KNOWS he’s going to have a politely worded noise complaint taped to his door in the morning, but he doesn’t care, because Jin is coming, shooting down his throat and Yamapi is swallowing it all. And then Jin is panting and gasping and dragging Yamapi up to him, and Yamapi is pulled down onto Jin, and then Jin is kissing him, tasting himself in Yamapi’s mouth.
“How could I leave YOU behind,” Jin pushes out between kisses and licks at Yamapi’s swollen lips, and Yamapi can taste Jin’s sincerity as their tongues tangle together.
Jin tastes like cigarettes and pepperoni, and his mouth feels like a furnace. His kisses are sloppy and wet, sort of imprecise and scattered, kind of like Jin. But also like Jin, his kisses are giving and warm and full of effort and some sort of untamed abandon that draws Yamapi back in for more, just like it does in every other aspect of their life. Yamapi could probably just kiss Jin forever, and it would honestly be a life well spent. And then Jin’s hand is sliding into the front of Yamapi’s sweatpants and stroking his ignored, needy cock, and Yamapi comes so quickly that if he wasn’t trying to suck Jin’s very soul into his own body through Jin’s mouth, he might have felt embarrassed.
But it’s hard to be embarrassed with Jin, because Jin is laughing and kissing him some more, wiping his hands on Yamapi’s sweatpants and then sliding his hands into Yamapi’s hair to pull him even closer. Yamapi is straddling Jin now, and as their kisses slowly taper off, Yamapi rests his forehead against Jin’s, looking into Jin’s eyes. “Is this...okay?” Yamapi asks, and Jin’s eyes are glowing.
“Of course it is,” Jin says. “It’s us, stupid.”
They both laugh, and Yamapi’s heart is full. “Yeah, it’s us,” he agrees, and then he pulls Jin close, and thinks maybe he doesn’t need to win an Oscar, because he already has his very own golden man.
Pairing: Pin
Rating: R
Notes: Reposted from the Smut Meme, for archiving and remix purposes
Prompt: Pin, Yamapi once stupidly and drunkenly bet that if Jin ever won an Oscar, he'd go down on him.
Yamapi’s apartment is so loud that he worries the neighbors are going to call the police and complain again. Kusano is standing up on the sofa and shot-gunning a beer while Ryo eggs him on, and Kame is staring at them both disdainfully, twirling a piece of hair around his index finger as his furrowed brow silently judges them both. Shirota Yuu and Shirota Jun are drunkenly singing Spanish love songs to Nakamaru, who looks like he would rather be anally raped by a mongoose than be sitting between them. Reio is staring at Kame in a way that Yamapi might find interesting or maybe even appalling under normal circumstances, but Yamapi’s got a lot on his mind at the moment. Yamapi is just doing his best to keep things from completely falling apart before 10 AM.
Yamapi has read about Oscar-watching parties on Google, and this is really not what he had in mind when he invited his friends to come over and watch Jin walk the American red carpet. But Ryo had arrived first that morning, toting a satchel full of vodka and Red Bull, talking crap about “the breakfast of champions”, and things had only devolved from there. Now, an hour into the show, Yamapi was fairly certain everyone else had forgotten why they had all gathered together again for the first time since Jin’s birthday, and that was to find out if Jin was going to take home the Oscar for Best Supporting Actor.
Ryo cheers as Kusano successfully finishes his twelfth beer of the morning, and stumbles down from the couch, knocking the bowl of popcorn off the table and scattering the kernels all over Yamapi’s clean floor. He winces, and stands up to go find the broom, when Nakamaru, who is the only one watching the TV at this point (Yamapi is watching his guests, his furniture, his appliances—anything that can possibly break or die) gasps. “It’s time!” he yells, and a hush descends over the living room. Ryo plops down on the floor and starts eating the pieces of spilled floor popcorn, eyes riveted to the screen, and Yuu sits down next to him and throws an affectionate arm across his shoulders, which causes Ryo to hiss and slide three feet to the right. Yamapi can feel his heart beat speed up in anticipation. He knows it’s a long shot, but a part of him is really hoping Jin can show them all—all his haters and doubters and naysayers, that he DOES have something, that he DID deserve all those second chances, and that his dreams weren’t too big for his talent, after all.
The camera pans across four unfamiliar American faces, none of whom Yamapi recognizes because he’s far too busy making movies lately to watch any not spoonfed to him by Jin, and then the camera is on Jin. Jin looks green around the edges, some combination of nervous and anxious and blatantly terrified, and Yamapi wants to tell him it’ll all be okay, but he can’t, because Jin is 5,000 miles away, in America, making his mark in another country, and the Pacific Ocean lies vast between them. Yamapi can’t be there for his best friend, at least not physically, on the most important night of his career so far, and so he sits, and watches on a TV screen and hopes that Jin knows he’s there in spirit.
An American funny-man is hosting the show, and he makes some crack about Jin that has Jin nervously chuckling, and Jin loses a bit of that sea-sick expression, a glimmer of humor sparking in his eyes. His mouth eases into that goofy grin, and Yamapi can feel his own tense grip on the arms of his chair relaxing, and he leans back a little in his seat. Whatever happens tonight, everything is going to be okay, he knows, and so he’s watching now, hoping for the best but not dwelling now that Jin seems okay again.
“Jin looks like he’s gonna hurl,” quips Ryo, and Kusano nods to agree but then regrets it, his own face an alarming shade of puce. His eyes are a bit crossed, too, like they can’t find purchase on any one object.
“I think I’m gonna hurl,” Kusano adds, and then releases an unseemly belch that draws the attention of the entire room. The Shirota brothers turn as one to shush him, and everyone is staring, unblinking at the screen again in a way that vaguely reminds Yamapi of the time he and Jin went to the zoo, and Jin had been unable to tear his fascinated gaze away from those two mating zebras. “Is it seriously only 10 AM?”
“My brother is nominated for an Oscar,” Reio says into the silence, and suddenly they’re all waiting with baited breath. If Jin wins, it would be unprecedented. Jin is a Johnny, and Johnny’s boys don’t win major Hollywood awards. Johnny’s provide fan-service to teenage girls and hip-twist their way off into oblivion once they’re too old or too tainted with scandal. Johnny’s boys don’t give the finger to JPop stardom and then run off and become award winning actors after studying English for a few years, learning better than anyone ever expected, surviving ridicule and anti-fans and outright mockery, and becoming more than anyone thought was possible. But Jin’s always been ambitious, and Yamapi would like to think he has always known Jin could do it.
Yuu snorts. “Your brother looks like a complete idiot in that suit,” he says, and Ryo looks up at him admiringly for a moment before remembering that he hates Yuu, because Yuu is tall and he hates tall people on principle.
Yamapi agrees that Jin looks stuffy in his suit—he clearly didn’t pick it out, and the bow-tie seems to be strangling him. His long hair, which is pulled back in a high ponytail, seems out of place with his conservative, old-fashioned tux, and Yamapi sort of wishes Jin was wearing one of his ugly sweatshirts instead.
Kame takes a shot of vodka, and laughs. “Jin never was the sort to look good in anything classy,” Kame says, and Yamapi can’t help but notice that as Kame speaks, Reio is undressing Kame with his eyes. “He’s got more of a…caveman charm?”
“Shut up, Kamenashi! She’s gonna announce it!” Ryo says, and then the presenter is opening the envelope. Yamapi holds his breath.
He thinks he is hallucinating when he hears Jin’s name, but then he camera is focusing on him. Jin’s jaw is dropped clear to the floor, and his eyes resemble dinner plates as he sits there, in shock, until his co-stars nudge him and he walking slowly and hesitantly toward the stage, before all of a sudden he starts running. He sweeps the presenter up into his arms and spins her around twice—she’s beautiful, Yamapi notices detachedly, with long blonde hair and big breasts and a gorgeous smile, but he can’t remember her name, because he’s shit with American names, and who really cares about that when Jin just won an OSCAR. And then Jin is babbling into the microphone, thanking his parents, people from his cast and crew, and his American management—that’s what Yamapi supposes anyway, because despite years of mediocre effort he still can’t understand English. The camera zooms in on Jin’s face, which is shining and beaming and Jin really is photogenic, Yamapi muses, and Jin turns to leave the stage. But he thinks better of it, and leans once more toward the microphone and smiles. “And I want to thank the people here with me in spirit,” he says in Japanese. “Especially Yamapi who probably has a lot of drunk people at his apartment right now!”
Yamapi is bemused that Jin knows him so well. He didn’t mention any of this to Jin, his plans for an Oscar party or any of that, and he knows the others didn’t mention it, because Jin only talks to Yamapi about anything important or real when he’s abroad. Yamapi is the same way, and their friends don’t take it personally. He and Jin just KNOW each other, inside and out, and Yamapi is aware of how lucky he is to have a friend like Jin.
“Well,” says Yuu, yawning and leaning back to lie down, stretching his long frame to take up a large portion of the floor in front of the TV. “I guess now Yamapi has to hold up his end of the bet.”
Jun chuckles, and Kame’s eyes are mischievous. Yamapi, who’s still sorta in shock and wondering if he should call Jin’s parents to gush since clearly his friends are too drunk to appreciate this moment, stills. “What bet?” Yamapi says quietly.
“The bet you made at Jin’s birthday party?” Kusano clarifies from his sprawled out position on the coach. “Don’t you remember?”
Yamapi has to be honest—he doesn’t really remember Jin’s birthday party. He’d unfortunately participated, with Jin’s encouragement, in a Tequila Power Hour orchestrated by Jin’s gaijin friends, and he’d been unable to get out of bed for three days, too hungover to do much more than curl up in a ball and whine piteously at his aching head, and occasionally dry heave into the trashcan Jin had thoughtfully moved next to his bed. “I don’t really have any memories of Jin’s birthday party,” Yamapi admits, and Ryo raises an eyebrow.
“Oh SURE you don’t,” Ryo says sarcastically. “How convenient for you, Pi. ‘Oh I was blackout drunk, so I don’t know about any bet!’” Yamapi is almost insulted by Ryo’s impersonation of him, but then he remembers that Ryo is a dick, so he shrugs instead.
“If I was you,” Reio chimes in, “I would forget too.”
“That’s cause he’s your brother,” Kame says, and his lips curve into a smirk. “I, on the other hand, would probably not mind fulfilling my end of the bargain on that bet.” Reio glowers, and Yamapi almost pities Reio, both for how painfully obvious he is, and also for how blatantly dismissive Kame is.
“Hello?” Yamapi says, reminding them that he still has no idea what’s going on. “What bet, guys?”
Yuu lifts his head up from he floor. “Well, we were all together in that karaoke room,” he starts, and Yamapi is hit with a flash of memory. He sees Kusano’s face, in his mind, belting out the lyrics to ‘My Only Love,’ from Sailor Moon, while Yamapi leans back against something warm. Arms are wrapped against his waist, and his face is mashed into Jin’s hair.
“Um,” Yamapi interrupts. “Was I…sitting on Jin’s lap?” he questions, dreading the answer.
Jun cackles. “Oh, it’s all coming back to you, now? Speaking of ‘It’s All Coming Back to Me,’ we all really enjoyed yours and Jin’s performance of Celine Dion’s ‘Love Can Move Mountains.’” Jun can’t contain his mirth as he relishes the memory. “Well, it was more Jin’s performance. You were more focused on trying to stand, and you just yelled “I’m the mountain!” every time Jin sang the first line of the chorus.”
Yamapi cradles his head in his hands. “Oh,” he says. “But I still don’t remember any bets.”
Yuu takes up the narrative again. “So yeah, we were all singing karaoke, and then Jin tells us, drunkenly, that he’s on the short list for an Oscar Nomination.” Yamapi nods—Jin had told him again, later, because he was nervous, and Yamapi had cooked him his favorite type of katsudon, with curry, and played with his hair on the sofa until he had fallen asleep on Yamapi’s lap. Then Yamapi had put him to bed and climbed in after him. Jin was already gone when he woke up, but he’d made coffee, so Yamapi figured it was an even trade, and thought it sure was great to have platonic male friends like Jin.
Ryo interrupts. “I thought he was joking,” Ryo says. “But it turned out he was serious. I almost died laughing.”
Yamapi bristles. “Jin’s very talented! He is perfectly able to be nominated for an Academy Award.” Then Yamapi clears his throat imperiously. “And apparently, he is perfectly able to WIN one, too.”
Ryo nods gleefully. “Yes, yes, you said the same thing then, too.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Well, it was less coherent, but we all got the general gist of it, which was that you were basically all up on Jin’s dick again, because you guys are gay.”
Kame looks at Ryo disgustedly. “You’re so crude,” he says, and Nakamaru pats Kame’s shoulder soothingly, and Reio glares at him. Nakamaru gulps and retreats.
“Has anyone ever told you how much you look like Jin when you do that?” Nakamaru asks Reio, and Reio smiles at him like a shark.
“Maybe a time or two,” Reio agrees, and then he’s looking back at Yamapi. “So then Nishikido says ‘Oh, just suck his cock already!’ after your passionate slash drunkenly slurring defense of Jin’s ability to be nominated for Oscars, or whatever.”
Yamapi glares retroactively at Ryo, and Ryo smirks. “I regret nothing,” he says, and Yuu barks a short laugh. “Well, almost nothing,” Ryo admits, with a blush. “But we’re not humiliating me right now, we’re humiliating Yamapi.”
Kame interjects. “So you yelled ‘I will,’” Kame adds to the story, and Yamapi stares at him blankly, not getting it.
“I will…what?”
Jun drawing with a Sharpie on a now passed out Kusano, but he pauses for just long enough to deliver the final blow. “Suck Jin’s cock, dumbass. Ryo said ‘Just suck his cock already,’ and you said ‘I will.’”
Yamapi’s can feel his face burning. “I said WHAT?”
Ryo is shaking now with sheer delight. “Then you turned to Jin, and told him if he won an Oscar, you’d give him ‘The Best Damn Blowjob that Ever Even Thought About Existing.”
“What did Jin say?” Yamapi asks with dread, his insides tied up in terrible knots.
“Jin was pretty drunk too,” Yuu says, and Kame nods in agreement. “But he laughed and said ‘I’ll remember you said that.’”
Yamapi wishes that a cavernous black hole straight to hell would open up underneath him and swallow him alive right now, because he’d rather be dead than deal with the embarrassment of this moment. “No, I didn’t,” Yamapi whimpers, and the rest of the room bursts out in laughter. Except Kusano, who is passed the fuck out on the couch with mustache drawn on his face in Sharpie.
“Yeah, you did,” Reio says, looking a bit queasy. “It’s so gross though. Everyone knows you guys are totally gay for each other, but hearing about my brother’s sex life is totally uncalled for.”
“We are not GAY for each other!” Yamapi yells a little desperately. “We are platonic male friends! Heterosexual ones! Who like to have sex with women!”
“And offer occasionally to suck each others dicks as a reward,” Kame drawls, his voice unnecessarily suggestive. In Yamapi’s opinion, Kame can go fuck himself.
Ryo falls over onto Yuu, laughing so hard tears are coming out of his eyes. “Oh my god, you can’t even make movies better than this shit,” he crows, arms wrapped around himself as he quakes. “Like, I feel like I’m watching a Korean drama, except there’s sex, so it’s probably more like the set up to a really bizarre gay porn.”
“I hate you all,” Yamapi announces, and leans dramatically back into his chair, covering his face with his hands. “I just hate you all so much. I need less sucky friends.”
“Or friends you want to suck less,” Nakamaru points out helpfully, while Jun yells “I think YOU are the ‘sucky ‘ friend, if you know what I mean!” and then the room breaks into a fresh round of laughter at Yamapi’s expense.
“So,” Ryo wheezes out finally, “Are you going to hold up your end of the bet?”
Yamapi sets his jaw. “Jin totally doesn’t remember any of this, so it doesn’t matter. If he did, it would have been awkward.”
Kame makes a doubtful noise. “I dunno, Yamashita. Jin is kind of like a sex elephant—he never forgets.”
“He would have said something,” Yamapi insists, and the others look at him with varying degrees of amusement.
“Whatever you say, dude!” Reio finally says, and then reaches for a beer. “But I think this calls for a drink!” He pops the top, and holds it up in the air. “To my brother, the Academy Award Winner!”
Yamapi can drink to that, definitely, but he’s got plenty of reasons to drink right now beyond that, too. He wonders if you can get so blackout drunk you forget what your friends told you about the last time you were blackout drunk. He’s willing to experiment if it means he can shake off this stubborn clawing ache in his stomach, and the unsettled feeling creeping up his chest like heartburn but infinitely more painful, because it’s about Jin, and their friendship, which is the most important thing to him in the world, basically.
“Cheers!” they all yell, and Yamapi kind of wants to die, and kind of wants to see Jin so Jin can tell him it’s all a huge prank and Yamapi didn’t basically proposition Jin on his birthday in a Karaoke room in front of all their bros. But Yamapi has the sinking feeling that he might have. You know, done that. Fuck.
***
Yamapi doesn’t really think about anything that isn’t ‘The Bet’ for the next week. Despite all the fascinating things going on around him (like Reio and Kame having sex in public restrooms at bars, and Yuu-kun writing bad poetry about Ryo’s THIGHS, or some such nonsense, and Kusano almost getting arrested at a strip club...) In concert rehearsals, while eating dinner, while on the phone with his parents, while taking a shower...
He calls Rina for help, because she’s a girl, and his sister, and she should be able to help him, but she just laughs loudly and raucously in his ear and tells him he’s got spaghetti for brains, then hangs up on him, so he writes that off as a lost cause.
He struggling to wrap his mind around the IDEA of having said such a thing, but it’s a constant struggle. Yamapi doesn’t really subscribe to the theory that you’re more honest when you’re drunk. He more subscribes to the theory that you don’t have a filter-- that your inhibitions are lowered and you’re more likely to do something crazy. The one and only strip tease Yamapi has done in his life was done under the influence, and it wasn’t something he had never considered, it was just something common sense would have gotten in the way of, if he were sober.
But Yamapi’s never really thought about blowing Jin. He’s thought about the perfect shape of his lips a few times, and of course he’d noticed Jin’s sparkling eyes, and his cheesy grin, and the way his hair looks stupid and adorable when he wakes up in the morning. But Jin is his best friend, who he knows better than anyone else in the world, and so of course he would notice these things. And everyone in the world knows Jin’s got those hips that defy logic and those strong looking hands, and makes those high whining noises when he’s eating a particularly tasty piece of cake that sound pretty close to what Jin might sound like if...
Shit.
So maybe he’s been subconsciously thinking about blowing Jin.
As Yamapi passes from the denial stage, to the acceptance stage, he wonders how he should go about skipping ahead to recovery. What he and Jin have is special. Uncomplicated. Beautiful.
But all Yamapi can really do is imagine Jin’s perfect mouth forming the words “I’ll remember you said that,” and blowing hot air onto Yamapi’s fluttering eyelashes, smelling like whiskey and gingerbread and cigarette smoke. It’s such a realistic vision in his mind that Yamapi wonders if it’s really all made up, or if it’s a fragment of his memories.
***
When Jin knocks on his door, bearing a bottle of wine and 2 pepperoni pizzas, Yamapi almost doesn’t want to answer it, but then he is being swallowed by Jin’s beaming grin, which lights up the whole apartment, and Yamapi forgets why he’s been so worried. Jin drops his cargo onto the side-table by the door, and Yamapi scoops him up in his arms, spinning him around until they’re both a little dizzy. Jin nose is mashed into his cheek, and Yamapi’s mouth is filled with pieces of Jin’s hair, but they’re both laughing as Yamapi finally sets him down and they step apart.
“Congratulations, Jin,” Yamapi says, and he means it. Jin has worked really, really hard, and to recieve this kind of reward-- well, it’s probably even more than Jin has dreamed of, and he has some pretty big dreams. Yamapi has those dreams for Jin too, because he wants Jin to be happy. “When are you moving to America, you Academy Award Winning Actor, you?”
“What?” Jin says, looking at Yamapi as if he is crazy. “As if I could leave Japan behind!” He snorts, and picks up the pizza. “I’m starving, can we eat?”
Yamapi nods, and when he comes back from the kitchen with two wine glasses and some napkins, Jin’s already got a slice of pizza shoved into his face, the sauce all around his mouth. Yamapi throws a napkin at him, and picks up the wine bottle. “What’s with the wine?” he asks.
“I thought our celebration should be at least a little classy,” Jin says, winking. Yamapi’s face reddens against his will, and Jin raises an eyebrow. “Oh, by the way, did you know my brother is sleeping with Kame?”
Yamapi chokes on his pizza crust, and his life flashes before his eyes as Jin pounds on his back. He finally swallows, and then he laughs. “Oh, yeah, and let me say, I totally saw it coming.”
“It’s so creepy. I had no idea Reio was into guys, at all,” he says, like his mind is blown. Yamapi is just getting adjusted to the fact that he, himself, might be into guys, or specifically, this guy, so he almost chokes again.
“Geez, Pi, everything okay? You don’t usually have this much trouble eating.”
“Yeah, just a bit tired,” Yamapi responds, busying himself with devouring his pizza.
After the pizza has been destroyed, and Jin and Yamapi have split the bottle of wine, Yamapi finds himself lying down with his head in Jin’s lap, while Jin twists and pulls at individual strands of hair. “You have really nice hair, Pi,” Jin says absentmindedly. “It’s so soft. Mine is fried, you know?”
Yamapi shakes his head in the negative. “I love your hair, it’s so fluffy and cute.”
“Cute?! I’m a grown man, Pi. You don’t tell a grown man he’s cute.” He shoves Yamapi’s head a little, but Yamapi just moves his head back, wiggling down into his best friend/pillow until his head is comfortable. But Jin makes a strange, stifled noise, and Yamapi’s eyes fly open.
“Are you alright?” he queries, and Jin looks flushed, in a way that can’t entirely be blamed on the alcohol, even if Jin’s alcohol tolerance is total shit.
“You might want to...not move like that,” Jin states awkwardly, trying to be blunt and evasive in the same breath. Yamapi is confused, and then he realizes, as he turns his head and encounters Jin’s partially erect penis bulging just a little in his jeans.
“Oh,” Yamapi says dumbly, and Jin looks painfully embarrassed, kind of like he’d rather be being hit by a bus right now than be in this situation. It’s that look that helps Yamapi gather his courage. “Well, I do have to fulfill my end of the bet,” he says, and Jin’s head whips down to look at him so fast Yamapi is surprised Jin doesn’t hurt himself.
“You remember that?” Jin says, and his voice sounds some cross between surprised and hopeful.
Yamapi chuckles. “Kame was right,” he replies. “You are a sex elephant.”
“I hope that’s in reference to my penis size,” Jin says jokingly, but Yamapi frowns.
“Kame has seen your penis?”
“We were in the same gay boy band for ten years or something, dweeb. Of course he’s seen my penis-- costume changes, onsen trips...you name it. Hell, you’ve seen my penis.” Jin laughs. “Everyone’s seen my penis!” he shouts, and Yamapi’s neighbors probably REALLY hate him these days, because none of the people he invites over can be trusted to use their inside voices. “But,” Jin says, “he’s never TOUCHED it.”
And that’s all Yamapi needs to hear before he rolls onto his stomach, and in seconds, he has Jin’s awakening member cradled in his hands. “No one else better touch it,” he growls possessively, and Jin gasps as Yamapi’s hand begins moving slowly up and down, exploring the weight and feel of Jin between his palms. It feels different from Yamapi’s own penis, smaller but not small, and the skin is smooth and hot.
"Okay,” Jin hisses. “As long as you keep touching, no one else will.”
Yamapi thinks that’s a fair deal, and then he is overcome by a desire to know what Jin tastes like. The head of his cock is glistening with just a bit of pre-cum, and Yamapi leans forward and licks at it, swirling it around on his tongue. It tastes salty, and a little bit like gingerbread, which is exactly what Jin smells like. His mind is a little fuzzy, from the wine and from sheer disbelief, but he knows, at least basically, what comes next. He’s never done anything like this before, but he’s had a few girls do it to him, so he figures he’ll be able to manage. He tumbles off the couch awkwardly bumping his shoulder onto the coffee table, and then pulls himself up onto his knees. He looks up at Jin from this new angle, and Jin is looking down at him incredulously, his lower lip between his teeth and his eyes wide and wild. Yamapi grabs the belt loops of Jin’s jeans and tugs, and Jin subconsciously lifts his hips to allow Yamapi to pull them down to around his ankles. His boxers quickly follow, and the clothes are pooling around Jin’s legs on the floor, but Yamapi doesn’t care because they aren’t really in the way.
And now Jin’s lower body is naked in front of him, erection high and proud pressing against his stomach, and Yamapi is suddenly hit with a really strong wave of arousal, and a desire to see what kinds of sounds he can wring from his best friend’s sinful looking mouth. “I guess this is the Red Carpet Treatment?” Yamapi muses, and Jin chuckles.
“I thought it was supposed to be ‘The Best Damn Blowjob that Ever Even Thought About Existing,’” he jokes nervously, hand rubbing up and down his own thighs.
Yamapi smiles a bit, and licks his lips. Jin gulps, and Yamapi gathers himself, eyeing Jin’s penis with determination to earn that title.
Yamapi knows what he himself likes, so he starts there. He leans forward and casually licks Jin’s balls, but there is nothing casual in his expression as he listens for Jin’s reaction. Jin releases a tiny hiccuping sound, small and shocked, and Yamapi is pleased. He sucks one of Jin’s balls into his mouth, gently fondling it between his lips and wetting it with his saliva. He repeats the process on the other, and Jin is breathing a little harder, which Yamapi also likes. Then, laying his tongue flat on the underside of Jin’s cock, he slowly licks all the way up until he reaches the head, which he circles with his tongue slowly, and Jin keens, a wanton sound that makes Yamapi even harder inside his sweatpants, and fuels him on. “Pi,” Jin whines, and Yamapi chuckles and blows a stream of air onto the wet line he just licked. Jin shudders, and Yamapi wraps a firm hand around the base of Jin’s cock, guiding it to his lips. Jin is watching his every movement, his eyes slit, and Yamapi grins at him. “Congratulations on your Oscar, Jin,” Yamapi says again, and then he’s sucking the head of Jin’s cock into his mouth. Jin’s hands jump up and grip Yamapi’s shoulders.
Jin moans, load and deep in his chest, and his hips buck up, just a little, so Yamapi presses his right hand down on Jin’s hipbone to hold him in place. Jin’s cock feels so weird in his mouth, but it’s not a bad weird, and soon he is bobbing up and down at a moderate pace, encouraged by Jin’s involuntary groans and whispered swears. “Fuck, Pi, you look so hot,” Jin says, and Yamapi’s own cock is aching for attention, but this is not about him, this is about Jin. Yamapi is surprised by how natural it feels to have Jin at the mercy of his tongue and lips, but he supposes he shouldn’t be-- everything ELSE he does with Jin always feels natural, so why not this?
Jin is writhing beneath him now, but Yamapi isn’t ready for it to end, not yet. He eases his head back, and looks up at Jin. Jin is looking down at him with wonder, his chest heaving, and face and neck flushed a dark red. Yamapi can’t believe how fucking sexy he is. His hair is sweaty and sticking to his neck in places, and his tank shirt is pushed up to reveal his flat stomach, which heaves up and down. “Pi,” Jin says, bucking his hips up toward Yamapi with desperation. “Yamapi, please,” he chokes out, and Yamapi grins at him mischievously.
“What if I just stopped right now?” he teases, and Jin grunts and throws his head back in exasperation.
“You cocktease,” Jin accuses, but his voice isn’t angry, only hot with the desire to come, and Yamapi takes pity on him, dipping his head back down and taking Jin all the way in. He gags a little, as the head of Jin’s cock slams into the back of his throat, but Jin is screaming, loudly, and Yamapi KNOWS he’s going to have a politely worded noise complaint taped to his door in the morning, but he doesn’t care, because Jin is coming, shooting down his throat and Yamapi is swallowing it all. And then Jin is panting and gasping and dragging Yamapi up to him, and Yamapi is pulled down onto Jin, and then Jin is kissing him, tasting himself in Yamapi’s mouth.
“How could I leave YOU behind,” Jin pushes out between kisses and licks at Yamapi’s swollen lips, and Yamapi can taste Jin’s sincerity as their tongues tangle together.
Jin tastes like cigarettes and pepperoni, and his mouth feels like a furnace. His kisses are sloppy and wet, sort of imprecise and scattered, kind of like Jin. But also like Jin, his kisses are giving and warm and full of effort and some sort of untamed abandon that draws Yamapi back in for more, just like it does in every other aspect of their life. Yamapi could probably just kiss Jin forever, and it would honestly be a life well spent. And then Jin’s hand is sliding into the front of Yamapi’s sweatpants and stroking his ignored, needy cock, and Yamapi comes so quickly that if he wasn’t trying to suck Jin’s very soul into his own body through Jin’s mouth, he might have felt embarrassed.
But it’s hard to be embarrassed with Jin, because Jin is laughing and kissing him some more, wiping his hands on Yamapi’s sweatpants and then sliding his hands into Yamapi’s hair to pull him even closer. Yamapi is straddling Jin now, and as their kisses slowly taper off, Yamapi rests his forehead against Jin’s, looking into Jin’s eyes. “Is this...okay?” Yamapi asks, and Jin’s eyes are glowing.
“Of course it is,” Jin says. “It’s us, stupid.”
They both laugh, and Yamapi’s heart is full. “Yeah, it’s us,” he agrees, and then he pulls Jin close, and thinks maybe he doesn’t need to win an Oscar, because he already has his very own golden man.
