Roll With the Punches (Pin, R) [FINAL]
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maayacolabackupPin (Yamashita Tomohisa/ Akanishi Jin)
Rating: R, maaaaaybe NC-17
Genre: Romance, Bromance(JinxKame are really good friends), KAT-TUN love, and a little bit of angst
Summary: Jin accidentally outs himself on a live national broadcast. The consequences are more than anyone ever expected.
Thanks to: All the people who made me feel like maybe I could have a home in this fandom, too :D (9000+ words)
This parts a little...naughty.
Part 6
“God, put some clothes on!” Jin screamed, finally at his wits end.
Yamapi looked up at him, startled. “What? Why?”
“Because you are parading around the house like a cheap whore, and I won’t have it!” Jin was almost hysterical.
“Jin,” Yamapi said slowly, as if he were trying to tame a wild beast. “You said you weren’t attracted to me at all, and that we could keep living together with nothing changing.”
“Well, of course I’m not, but still…”
“So what’s the problem?” Pi asked, wandering into the kitchen wrapped in nothing but a hand towel. A fucking HAND TOWEL. Jin cradled his face in his hands and breathed in and out, slowly. He didn’t know how much longer he could take this torture.
“The problem is our apartment isn’t a brothel, and there are basic codes of human decency we should observe in order to…” Jin forgot, entirely, what he was going to say when Yamapi wandered back out of the kitchen, sucking on a POPSICLE. A red popsicle that he was eating with great focus. His tongue snaked out to catch a dripping bit, and Jin swallowed audibly, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. Pi’s lips, when he pulled the popsicle out of his mouth with a ‘pop’ and a moan, were stained an incredibly delicious looking red. Jin could feel his heart hammering in his chest, and his cock swelling to complete hardness as Pi’s tongue darted out and licked his lips.
Something in Jin snapped. He stood up from the couch and walked over to where Yamapi was standing, clothed in a hand towel (a HAND TOWEL, Jin thought disgustedly) and shoved him into the wall roughly, rattling the picture frames. Jin’s left hand tangled itself in Yamapi’s hair, forcefully pulling the man’s face closer to his own. “I lied,” he said, and pressed his lips to Yamapi’s.
Yamapi’s lips tasted like cherry syrup and something infinitely spicier, and they were soft and pliable beneath his own. Jin swiped his tongue across them to get a better taste, before pulling himself away quickly.
His lips tingled from the contact, and Yamapi’s face, still incredibly close to his own, looked shocked. “I lied, “ Jin repeated. “I do…find you attractive. So put some clothes on.”
Yamapi’s lips were still red, and after just one taste Jin realized he wanted more. But he had given in only this one time, and he had proved his point. Yamapi wasn’t his for the taking, and he had to put some distance between them right now or he knew he would do something he would regret. If he could just stop staring at Yamapi’s lips…
“I’m sober right now,” Yamapi said softly. “I haven’t had a single drop of alcohol in two weeks, so I should be sober enough even for you.”
Jin looked at him, wondering where this was going.
“So you have to believe whatever I say, because it’s not alcohol talking, it’s me.”
“What?”
Yamapi stepped forward, filling the space that Jin had put between them when he had stepped back. “Jin. I love you.”
Jin’s eyes widened incredulously. “Wait, you remember...?” Jin’s heartbeat quickened, as his mind wrapped itself around the idea that Yamapi remembered that night as clearly as he did.
Yamapi took another step closer, his breath blowing Jin’s bangs up a little with every exhale. They were sharing the same space now, and Yamapi’s lips (oh god his cherry red lips) were moving to form new words that Jin struggled to recognize. “Jin, I want you.” His voice was clear, and strong. No hesitation or misunderstanding.
He leaned even closer, which Jin didn’t even think was possible, and his all his senses were trained on Yamapi’s every tiny motion, every brush of bare skin against his clothed body. Yamapi was so very warm, and suddenly Jin felt like the exposed one, despite his large t-shirt and sweatpants. His erection was throbbing between them, and it pulsed in time with his heart as Yamapi rested his forehead against Jin’s.
“Jin, kiss me,” he whispered, and Jin did. Jin claimed Yamapi’s lips so roughly that Pi gasped, before surrendering to the assault with a sigh of pleasure. Jin’s tongue demanded entrance and Pi immediately granted it. Jin canvassed every surface of Pi’s mouth with wide, hurried strokes, and Pi gasped and moaned into each and every swipe of Jin’s tongue. Jin felt Pi’s hand’s settle on his waist, sliding up under his t-shirt to touch bare skin, and he suddenly remembered that Yamapi was completely, deliciously, naked.
He ran a hand across Pi’s shoulders slowly, reverently, and then down his back until his hands rested at the small of Pi’s back, pulling his hips into Jin’s own. They continued to kiss, wet and hot, and Jin could feel Yamapi’s answering erection through his pants, and wondered absently when the towel had fallen to the floor. Yamapi was panting into his mouth, and it was so wanton that Jin couldn’t help the moan it dragged out of him. He slowly broke the kiss and moved back just a little, and trail of saliva connecting their mouths as Pi looked into his eyes, looking confused. “What? Why’d you stop?”
Jin’s breathing was heavy as his lungs clamored for oxygen. “Is it okay?”
“Fuck Jin, yes, you know it’s okay,” Pi groaned, before he leaned forward and licked a trail up Jin’s throat. Jin gave a keening sound in response, and a flustered gasp right after.
“I mean, I’ve never…I don’t know what I’m doing,” Jin mumbled as Yamapi started suckling on a particularly sensitive spot above his clavicle. “I…ah…I just want to make sure it’s…oh my god,” he exhaled, as Yamapi separated from his neck and then blew on the spot his lips had vacated.
Yamapi looked at him then, and Jin could see realization dawning in his eyes. “Wait, that was your…first kiss? Just now?” Yamapi said slowly, as if tasting the idea as he said it. His smile turned triumphant, and Jin’s heart, already racing, reached new speeds as blood pounded in his ears. “Oh Jin,” he purred. “It was very good. But we should practice.”
Jin found himself on his back on the sofa, Yamapi pressing hot open-mouthed kisses to his willing lips, his face, and his neck. Jin felt consumed by the pleasure of Yamapi’s nude body hovering over him, while Yamapi’s mouth showered him with affection. “You’re wearing…too many clothes,” Yamapi whispered to Jin, before grabbing his shirt and yanking it up. Jin willingly lifted his arms and back to allow Pi to pull the shirt over his head, and then Pi pushed him back down to the sofa, before trailing a wet tongue straight down Jin’s sternum. “Oh my god,” Jin whispered.
He had never been this hard, this wanting. Pi was driving him crazy with soft touches and hot kisses. As Pi’s tongue swirled across his sensitive nipple, Jin let out a small whimper. He needed some control, it was all too much…
Jin suddenly rolled out from under Yamapi and onto the floor, scrambling up as Pi looked confusedly at the empty space beneath him. Before he could start to worry, Jin pulled Yamapi up into a sitting position on the couch, and then straddled him. Jin’s sweatpants served as a thin barrier between their straining cocks, and Pi hissed at the sudden temptation of friction as Jin rocked, very gently, against him. Jin pressed a soft kiss to Yamapi’s forehead, and then fluttering kisses all over his face, before drawing in for a long, languid kiss. “Too fast,” Jin whispered when they parted, and Yamapi nodded. “Okay,” he replied, and Jin’s hands wandered across every inch of Yamapi he could reach, softly touching and exploring, as Yamapi breathed deeply and slowly. His breath was quickening though, and Jin was surprised when Yamapi suddenly stood up, picking Jin up with him, hands cupped on Jin’s ass, holding their erections together as Jin rapidly clutched his shoulders.
“Bed,” Yamapi grunted, and carried Jin into his room, before throwing him onto the bed. Jin lay on the bed, still clad in his sweatpants, as Yamapi stood above him, nude and perfect and gazing at HIM with a look of awe and desire so intense that Jin felt as if every inch of his skin was on fire. Yamapi leaned over him then, his hands finding the elastic waist of Jin’s sweatpants and questioning him with a look. “Yeah,” Jin said, and Yamapi tore the pants down Jin’s legs.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Pi whispered as he crawled predatorily toward Jin. “And I’m going to fuck you stupid.”
Jin groaned as Yamapi’s mouth engulfed his cock. “Well,” he grinned as he came up for air, “stupider, anyway.”
Later, as they lay sated and sticky, Yamapi wrapped his arms around Jin and pulled Jin’s back to his chest. “Jin,” he whispered into his ear.
Jin stirred lightly, his whole body sore and aching and pleased, full and empty and craving Yamapi’s touch still. He could feel Yamapi’s breath on his ear, could feel the closeness between their bodies. “Jin,” he said again, and Jin smiled. “Yeah?”
“Jin, I love you.”
Jin turned around, and looked into Yamapi’s eyes. “Me too.”
“Jin, I want you.”
Jin pressed a soft kiss to the inside of Yamapi’s elbow, then, a promise. “Me too.”
“Jin, kiss me.”
So Jin leaned forward and captured Yamapi’s lips in a soft, wet kiss. “Okay,” Jin said, and then kissed him again.
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Date: 2011-05-02 03:49 am (UTC)Pi was about as subtle as a sledgehammer.
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Date: 2011-05-12 06:53 pm (UTC)