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maayacolabackupPairing: Shiryotapin, Pin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yamapi has no reason to be jealous of Shirota Yuu, just because he speaks Spanish and is tall and handsome and he and Jin have this ~special friendship~ that seems to involve a lot of emoticons and soulful looks.
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elanielyn, who gave me a prompt that was funny and sexy, that I immediately turned into pornfluff. Sigh. Oh well.
"I think I might be in love with you," Jin says, and Yamapi flushes, his eyes going wide and his mouth falling open.
It's all so sudden, Yamapi thinks, and it's not like he's never thought about it but... "Jin, what..." he starts, before he realizes that Jin is looking rather soulfully at the enchiladas cradled in Yamapi's hands, a slight bit of drool accumulating at the corner of his mouth.
"No, but seriously, those smell Uh-Mazing," Jin squeals, and Yamapi scowls and hugs them closer.
"They're mine," Yamapi informs Jin flatly. There's no way he's going to share them with Jin, the insensitive prick who throws around the L-word like Yamapi hasn't been waiting to hear it for, like, years.
Twenty minutes later, as they share the enchiladas, eating with their fingers cause none of the forks are clean, and making a mess on their t-shirts, Yamapi mentally pats himself on the back for holding out longer than usual.
"God I love Mexico," Jin says. "Or whoever the he'll invented enchiladas. These are really, really, really fucking delicious." Yamapi watches mesmerized as Jin licks at the trail of sour cream that rolls down his arm as the cream drips through his fingers.
"Yeah, delicious," Yamapi echoes dumbly.
Jin sucks, Yamapi decides. Or doesn't suck, and that's what sucks about this entire sucky situation.
Yamapi realizes, suddenly, that Jin has been talking to him for minutes, and Yamapi has been too busy alternating between cursing him out and wanting to fuck him into the wall to pay attention.
"So I'm thinking of taking some Spanish lessons from Yuu," Jin concludes triumphantly. Yamapi missed Jin's reasoning, but that's probably for the best. "And I think we should do it together! What do you say, Pi? Wouldn't that be fun?"
Yamapi knows it's easier to just give in now. "Yeah Jin, sounds great," he says, but honestly, Yamapi knows enough Spanish to do pretty much anything he wants to do. Which is basically pick up chicks*, because clearly he has to get over stupid oblivious Jin, who doesn't deserve him. Clearly.
"Great! So I told Yuu we would start next week!"
"Wait, what?"
Jin grins cheerfully, his mouth covered in cheese sauce. "I knew you'd say yes."
*Yamapi's guide to picking up girls in Spanish:
Step 1- Make friends. Required vocabulary: "Hola, amigo"
Step 2- Seal the deal on the dance floor. Required vocabulary: "Daite señorita."
Step 3- Wake up naked the next morning, realize girl is not Jin or Latina, so there was absolutely no reason to use Spanish, wallow in mild depression. Required vocabulary: "Adios."
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"Hola, Yuu!" Jin says cheerfully as Yuu opens the door.
"Hola," Yamapi mumbles begrudgingly.
"Bienvenidos!" Yuu says enthusiastically. "Good to see you guys! Jin, it's been soooooooo long!"
Yuu and Jin look at each other softly, the pause between them filled with adoration and affection, and Yamapi wants to puke, or hit both of them in the face, or anything to make it stop. Not because he's jealous, of course. Because he has no reason to be jealous of Shirota Yuu, just because he speaks Spanish and is tall and handsome and he and Jin have this ~special friendship~ that seems to involve a lot of emoticons and soulful looks. And he most certainly doesn't stalk them on Twitter, don't be ridiculous.
"Oh god, stop eating each other with your eyes and come inside already," comes a familiar groan from the interior of the apartment.
"Ryo-chan!" Yamapi squeals happily, suddenly feeling a lot better about this whole Spanish class thing, now that he's not going to be the third wheel for the teacher and his best-friend-that-he-is-kinda-sorta-in-love-with. "Why are you here?"
"Obviously, it's because I absolutely despise not knowing if Yuu and Jin are talking about me behind my back. Assholes."
"I would never!" Jin says, but Yamapi can see his fingers crossed behind his back, and besides, he knows Jin only learned the naughty words in Spanish so he could trash talk Ryo and Josh. "Coño."
Yuu chuckles, and Jin leans on his shoulder adoringly and Yamapi wants to murder. He likes Yuu, he really does, but maybe this isn't such a good idea.
Ryo raises an eyebrow at Yamapi questioningly as he clenches his hands into fists, and then his gaze flickers to Jin and Yuu and he smirks, because Ryo is perceptive when it comes to things that might be embarrassing for others to admit.
"Whatever," Yamapi mumbles at Ryo, who's smirk threatens to bubble into a chuckle.
~
Ryo is sulking in the corner as Yamapi doodles the lyrics to Seishun Amigo in his Hello Kitty notebook. Jin is watching Yuu and repeating everything he says like the kind of kid who stays after class to kiss the professor's ass, which makes Yamapi see red, but it's still an accurate association.
"Ryo-chan, what's wrong?" Yuu asks, turning to them and looking away from Jin for the first time in what seems like hours. It makes Yamapi want to glare at him even harder.
"I don't understand any of this," Ryo grumbles. "I don't get the difference between this masculine and feminine noun shit, and I don't understand why ser becomes soy or es or whatever. This is dumb. Your language is dumb."
Yuu smiles patiently. "Learning a foreign language is hard, Ryo-chan. It takes patience." he turns to Jin. "Jin, can you review the verb ser with Ryo-chan while Yamapi and I get beers from the kitchen?"
"Of course," Jin says, scooting over to Ryo, who is slumped on the other side of the couch.
In the kitchen, Yuu cracks the fridge open before he turns to Yamapi curiously. "Why are you so angry today? You didn't have to come if you didn't want to."
Yamapi looks down at the kitchen tiles. They're red. He doesn't know what to say. "I know. Sorry. It's just..."
"You're madly in love with Jin, and you think I'm slowly stealing him away from you and so you're here so we're not left unsupervised?"
Yamapi grins sheepishly. "You forgot the part where Jin asked me to come and learn Spanish, and saying no to him is very difficult."
Yuu laughs. "Fair enough. Alright, Pi. Let me tell you this-- I'm not trying to take Jin away from you."
"You're not?" Yamapi asks, because it doesn't make sense to him that someone wouldn't want Jin, not to him.
Yuu's friendly smile turns into something much darker, smoky, something that makes Yamapi understand, maybe, a little bit, why Jin might not be able to take his eyes of Yuu sometimes. "Oh no," Yuu says, and his voice is husky and smooth. "I'd prefer you both together."
And then Yamapi finds himself pressed against the refrigerator, Yuu's tongue in his mouth, exploring his palette and the backs of his teeth. His mouth parts wider in shock, before he starts kissing back, eyes falling closed as he gives in.
Yuu slides a large hand up Yamapi's side, and goosebumps emerge along Yamapi's skin where Yuu's hand travels, and Yamapi releases a tiny groan at the feeling of Yuu's hand brushing his nipple.
"Yuu, what--" Yamapi tries to ask, as his brain catches up to the situation and he realizes that maybe this isn't such a good idea, since Jin and Ryo are in the room next to them and could walk in at any minute when they realize no beers have made their way out to the living room.
"Cállate," Yuu whispers against his neck, making Yamapi shiver. He licks up to the shell of Yamapi's ear, following the line up Yamapi's sharp jaw. "That means 'shut up.'"
Yamapi is soon lost in the taste of Yuu's mouth, and it isn't until he hears the sound of an empty glass beer bottle hitting the floor that he realizes they aren't alone in the kitchen. Yamapi and Yuu turn as one to look, and Jin stands there, eyes round and disbelieving.
"S-sorry," he mumbles, and starts walking backwards. "I'll just..."
Yuu drops his hands from Yamapi's waist, giving him a look that promises later, and walks towards Jin. He circles the broken glass, and grabs Jin by the hair and kisses him too. "No one said you had to leave," Yuu says when he pulls back. "In fact, I think we would both prefer you didn't."
Yamapi licks his lips as Jin turns to him with a questioning gaze. "Pi?"
"I-"
"Jesus Christ, Shirota, you have no patience. Do you have to do this to all our friends? Kusano still won't look me in the eyes at parties," says Ryo's voice, and Yuu shrugs. "Kusano?" Jin queries, but he's ignored.
"You know I can't help myself," Yuu replies.
"Can we at least go in the living room?" Ryo huffs, and retreats back into the living room.
Yuu releases Jin's hair, and looks at Yamapi and Jin. "Come," he says, and then follows Ryo.
Yamapi and Jin are quiet for a moment. "Yo pienso que..."
"I don't give a damn about Spanish, amigo. Use a language I understand." Yamapi steps over the glass and closer to Jin, until they both stand in the doorway to the kitchen.
"Okay," Jin says, and then he grabs Yamapi's hips and pulls him close, and Yamapi can feel Jin's hard cock through his jeans. "Clear enough?"
"Yeah," Yamapi croaks, and then he's thrusting back.
"Caliente,"Jin whispers, and then Jin is pushing him back into the living room.
~
Yamapi's back hits Yuu, and Yuu chuckles. "Nice of you to join us."
Yamapi would respond, he really would, because he has manners, but manners come second place to Jin's famous hips gyrating into his own, and Jin's hands pressing broad across his back and holding him close as he kisses his way up Yamapi's neck.
"Oh my god, there's two of them," Ryo says, as Yamapi's cock is freed from his pants by Jin's crafty hands, working faster than Yamapi can even process that Jin, his Jin, is touching him.
"What are you talking about?" Jin says, as his right hand slides down to clutch Yamapi's ass and press their cocks together, the friction feeling even more amazing than it did before because his skin is touching Jin's.
"Pi's cock is as big as Shirota's," Ryo responds. "That shit hurts the jaw."
"Only if you're an amateur," Jin says, and then Yamapi kisses him.
His first kiss with Jin is nothing like he thought it would be, because he's in the middle of Yuu's living room, and he's pretty sure Ryo is naked and so is Yuu, and they're making out, and Jin's pants are halfway down his thighs and Yamapi's pants are around his ankles. But it is exactly like he thought it would be, too, because it's hot and wet and Jin is eagerly lapping at his mouth like Yamapi is an enchilada, and he tastes like beer and pasta and love, and when they part, his heart feels like it's going to explode.
"It's not very romantic," Yamapi muses aloud, and Jin laughs and presses a soft, open-mouth kiss to Yamapi's shoulder, and Yamapi puts his hands around Jin's waist and pulls him to the floor. He pushes Jin flat on his back, and runs a gentle finger across Jin's collarbone, which makes Jin shudder and thrust his hips up, searching for friction. Yamapi replaces his finger with his mouth, and he kisses a moist trail across Jin's chest, circling Jin's nipple with his tongue. Jin cries out. "Otra vez," Jin tells him, and Yamapi doesn't know what that means, but pretty much anything Jin says, in any language, is sexy to him, and he licks at the pebbled nipple again.
Yamapi hears a groan, and out of the corner of his eye, he sees Yuu's gigantic hand preparing Ryo's entrance, and Yuu's other hand traces a slow pattern on Yamapi's ankle.
Yamapi kisses his way down Jin's stomach, nuzzling his nose in the sparse hairs that lead the way down to Jin's erect cock.
"Pi," Jin whispers, and Yamapi looks up and meets Jin's gaze, and without words, he knows Jin feels the same way he does. He's got Jin's cock bumping his chin, and he grins, blowing a little air against the shaft, making Jin's eyes heat up.
"Gross," Ryo says with a grunt, as Yuu slips inside him. "Gro-- fuck, really gross." Yuu is laughing, and then he pushes into Ryo a little harder. "You guys are disgusting. Like seriously, what the hell, this is a foursome not a Korean Drama."
"Cállate," Jin tells Ryo, before he releases an long groan as Yamapi's lips wrap around his cock. "That means--"
Yamapi flicks his tongue across the sensitive head of Jin's cock, and Jin's breath hitches, and he whines. "Shut up," Yamapi says, and then takes Jin's cock all the way in, until it hits the back of his throat.
"Okay," Jin says, and he throws his head back as Yamapi hums his pleasure at Jin's pliability. "Fuck."
Yamapi feels large hands on his waist, lifting his hips a little higher. "I've always wanted to fuck you," Yuu says, and Ryo, who his slowly fisting his own cock and watching, groans.
"Understatement," Ryo says.
Yamapi doesn't fight it, and soon he feels a slick finger sliding between his cheeks. It makes him shiver, and he tightens his lips around Jin, who is sweating and flushed and beautiful in front of him. Yamapi is so caught up in Jin's sounds, Jin's red face, and Jin's wild hair that he barely notices the finger slipping inside of him become two fingers, then three.
"Pi, I'm so close, please," Jin whines, and Yamapi relaxes his throat, and swallows, and Jin is coming in his mouth as something large presses deep inside of him, filling him up completely. Jin's softening cock slips out of his mouth as he groans, feeling the pressure of Yuu sheathed completely inside of him, throbbing and pressing against something that feels better than Yamapi would have imagined.
"Come here, Ryo-chan," Jin says, as he regains his breath, and Yamapi feels Ryo slide past him to come over to Jin, and he doesn't know where he came from or what he's been doing, but he loves the way Jin's mouth looks stretched around his cock. He pulls his own cock in time to Jin's flexing jaw, as Yuu slams into him from behind, hitting his prostate on each thrust, and Yamapi is seeing stars. In the background, becoming fainter and fainter as he's stimulated to new heights, he can hear the sound of Jin's mouth wetly sucking on Ryo's cock, and feel Jin's smooth skin beneath him and Yuu falling across his back and pushing deeper and deeper inside of him, and it's all too much.
When Yamapi comes, his arms shake and collapse, and his weight falls on Jin, and Yuu slips out of him. Jin let's Ryo's cock fall from his mouth, and Ryo grunts as Yuu pulls him closer and slides inside him quickly, without preparation. Ryo doesn't wince, so Yamapi guesses Ryo is still loose enough from before. Ryo also doesn't take long to come, spurting onto Yuu's stomach as Yuu grunts and stills, his eyes closed and his neck thrown back.
Yamapi slides up Jin's body until Jin's head can comfortably lie against his shoulder. Jin buries his face in Yamapi's muscular arm, his hair clinging to Yamapi's skin, and Yamapi can't help but put his arm across Jin, bringing him closer. "Jin," he says. "You suck."
"You suck," Jin grouses, pinching at Yamapi's hip in retaliation.
"Way to take forever to like me," Yamapi replies. "Seriously. Why are you so slow?"
"I didn't even know you liked guys," Jin says, mumbling into Yamapi's shoulder. "If I had, I wouldn't have waited so long to kiss you." The rug is digging into his back, and he's a little cold, but honestly, Yamapi doesn't give a damn, because everything is awesome.
Ryo is curled up like a kitten into Yuu's chest, and it's cute and sweet and Yamapi can't wait to torment him about it later. Then Jin's words sink in, and Yamapi grips Jin tighter into his arms. "What do you mean?"
"Well," Jin says, then he yawns, and warm air blows across Yamapi's chest. "You kept bringing all those girls home and talking to them in Spanish. So I thought maybe you were into Spanish, or something, and that I needed to learn it to win you over. Like 'Yamapi is into Spanish girls, or Latinas, so I need to become...more like that?' Or something."
"Yamapi is into you," Yamapi tells him, and Yuu chuckles from the couch.
"I think Yuu was into Yamapi," he says, and Yamapi flushes and Jin's fingers dig into Yamapi's side.
"I don't want to share," Jin says firmly, and Yamapi grins.
"You don't have to, amigo."
"Amor," Jin corrects. "I'm not just your amigo, not anymore."
Yamapi figures maybe he does need to learn how to say at least one more thing in Spanish.
Mine.
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Date: 2011-08-28 04:57 pm (UTC)Papi comes to the rescue.
I have no words.
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Date: 2011-08-28 05:03 pm (UTC)i love everything about this and your face.
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Date: 2011-08-28 08:03 pm (UTC)*wanders off in a daze*
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Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2011-08-30 02:04 pm (UTC)thank you for this fic ,))))
i love Jin's caracther ,)
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Date: 2011-09-09 03:35 am (UTC)loved it
thank you so much for sharing
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Date: 2012-01-15 07:11 pm (UTC)Miraculously revived:
Haha I had to laugh so much about the "And he most certainly doesn't stalk them on Twitter, don't be ridiculous." So much sarcasm I love it.
Pero es muy, muy, muy lindo. Gracias Maia :)