[One-shot] A Simple Question
Title: [One-shot] A Simple Question
Author: keeconk
Pairing: AriYama
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 6,810
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine and the story is solely fantasy, totally has nothing to do with the real life persons. Some facts, however, might be based on magazine translations.
Summary: There is always a start for everything, and sometimes things started from a simple question such as, "Can we kiss?".
A.N.: Made because I've promised mr-rainyday that I would make a smut AriYama one fine day. And this would be that one fine day.
WARNING: Explicit content.
Beta'ed by: akumanakoi
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It started with him asking Yamada, “Yama-chan, can we kiss?” Yamada thought he was just joking of course. No one would actually take that question seriously, especially coming from Arioka Daiki, the most childish person Yamada had met his entire life. Why would he believe that Daiki really meant it? It would just be ridiculous to do so. Even Keito wouldn’t believe him. Not that Keito was stupid or anything, but at least Keito was a lot more serious than Yamada, and he knew even Keito wouldn’t believe Daiki.
But Yamada didn’t know that Daiki would stop talking to him when they got back to their room after he mentioned it to the audience. Normally Daiki wouldn’t stop talking as they walked back, talking about anything and everything. Yamada also often found himself listening to Daiki rambling from the bathroom, because usually the older guy didn’t close the door, and it was rather annoying when Daiki talked and talked and talked while brushing his teeth. Yet, it was rather different that night. Instead of talking non-stop like he always did, Daiki walked in silence, went to the bathroom straight away and closed the door… wait, he actually locked it too.
Yamada didn’t know that Daiki didn’t want people to know, because for strawberry-heaven-sake, he really did think that the older guy was just messing around with him and he only answered Daiki with pierced un-amused eyes. Really, if the older boy didn’t want him to mention it to anyone, Daiki should have said so the night before.
“Dai-chan?” He knocked on the bathroom door after contemplating whether to do so or not, because Daiki had been inside for at least thirty minutes. “Did you fall asleep or something?”
There was no answer from inside, so the younger one among the two leaned his ear against the wooden door, concentrating on catching any sound from the bathroom. He closed his eyes, believing that maybe by doing so, he would be able to hear something. But nothing. No movement, no water falling from the shower, no hairdryer being used, no toilet flushing, not even just the slightest sound of Daiki brushing his teeth.
But before Yamada could pull his ear away to head back because there was nothing to hear from inside, the bathroom door flung open, revealing a wet haired, shirtless Daiki with the towel hung around his neck. “What the fuck are you doing there?” the older one frowned.
“I… I was knocking on the door because you were inside for too long! I thought you fainted or something. Don’t make me worried like that.” Yamada stepped back, thankful that his brain could think of an answer right away. “And besides, you didn’t answer when I called you!”
Staring back at Yamada, Daiki gripped the edges of the towel, unwrapping it from his neck and placing it onto his wet hair - ruffling the locks as he headed to his bag to get his t-shirt. “….the bathroom is free…” was the only thing that Daiki said to Yamada next.
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This had been going on for too long and Yamada couldn’t take it any longer. Daiki had been acting too weird, especially towards him. The older boy would still messing around with the other members, but he would ignore Yamada’s existence even when they got to share the same room again or sit next to each other in the van. Something was totally off and Yamada didn’t like it at all.
“What is your problem, Dai-chan?!” he spoke up once they got to the room.
Daiki looked up to him as he stopped untying his shoe laces. “What problem?”
“You’ve been acting differently. Way too differently! Aren’t we supposed to be the shorty duet?”
“I can’t recall agreeing to that duet. Beside you can do that duet, whatever this thing is, with Chinen or something. He’s shorter than any of us.” Daiki stood up as he kicked his shoes off, walking past Yamada to his own bed.
“I don’t want Chinen. I’ve seen him almost twenty-four-seven.” Yamada rolled his eyes.
Sometimes Yamada wondered if Daiki really knew how much he enjoyed hanging out with him. It was fun to go out with Chinen and Yuto, but they were schoolmates plus bandmates (twice the effect with Chinen really) and it felt nice to be able to have another friend to hang out with. He liked how Daiki and he would always have something to talk about, starting from the lamest thing such as hair irons, to how to build awesome abs.
“Get someone else then…” Daiki mumbled.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. Just no. And besides, if this is because I told the audience about you asking if we can kiss, I’m sorry.”
Daiki didn’t reply back to him, instead of doing so he sighed, turning his head slowly to Yamada as he ruffled the back of his head. “That wasn’t for public consumption…”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know. And you should have told me about it, really.” Yamada rolled his eyes. “I couldn’t even make up my mind whether you were serious or just messing around with me like you always do.”
“It was hard enough to ask.”
“Why? We’re always honest with each other.”
“You won’t understand.”
“Oh come on, Dai-chan. Tell me?”
“I’m not discussing this with you…” Daiki turned to his bag, grabbing a couple of things from his bed and heading towards the front door, his shoulder bumping against Yamada’s but he just shrugged it off almost as if Yamada wasn’t even there.
“Where are you going?!”
“Inoo-chan’s room.”
Yamada stepped forward, wanting to walk after Daiki but stopping the moment their room’s door was banged closed by the older boy, right in front of his face. Yamada didn’t understand why Daiki just acted the way he did. It felt a little bit too surreal to him and for some reason Daiki made him feel that he just did something horribly wrong. What was that really? Why the hell was Daiki acting like a freaking girl?
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As much as it had been driving Yamada insane, the silent treatment Daiki was giving him actually helped him think of a lot of stuff. Like how much he used to cry almost every single day back when he just got into the jimusho because Daiki just always had a way to make him cry. It felt like so long ago because looking at them now, it was just a total opposite. Daiki was like one of the cool senpai, and oh lord he was so big back then.
Now… there was almost nothing that would make Yamada feel any different from Daiki. They were the same height, around the same weight, and they could literally borrow each other’s clothes when needed. The two of them were often placed in front of the line during dances, and they often hung out together. There was once when Yamada hid Daiki’s briefs, like he always did when Daiki was showering; the seventeen-year-old boy was mischievous enough to try them out and found it surprisingly funny that they fitted him perfectly.
It had been a while since Daiki really talked properly to him, and since he confronted Daiki for acting really weird. They still shared the room and they looked pretty much normal in public. It was just the silence in the room that made Yamada feel that unless he did something fast, this definitely would become some sort of permanent condition. So there he was, sitting by the edge of his own bed, his hair was half wet from the shower he took earlier and his eyes were spacing out towards the bed next to him.
He could hear the water running in the bathroom, hitting the hard marbled floor as his roommate took his shower. It felt like a very long wait for him, but Yamada decided to end this awkwardness right now and there. He would go insane if this continued any longer, and he would probably need to stock a warehouse worth of strawberry to cheer him up. And maybe some other food. Lots of food.
His heart literally jumped when he heard the bathroom door opening. Okay, this would be it. He should really end this or else he would remain in misery forever, or at least uncomfortable. He watched Daiki walking in silence to the clothes that were folded neatly on top of the other bed, the sweat pants the older boy was wearing hung low on his hips while his hair was clearly dried only with his towel, leaving it wetter than Yamada’s half wet hair.
“Dai-chan…” he spoke up, breaking the silence that previously filled the room.
“Hm?” Daiki mumbled, glancing up to Yamada.
For awhile there, Yamada realized that he hadn’t thought of a single thing to say to Daiki. Oh god, how the heck was he supposed to end this awkwardness? There, right in front of him, Daiki was standing like nothing happened and he could only sit on his very own bed, tongue frozen and brain collapsing into pieces with his own failure. “About… the other day…” he said at last.
“What about it?” Daiki pulled the t-shirt he was holding over his head before sitting down on his bed, right opposite Yamada, staring to the younger boy with his big dark chocolate-ish irises.
“I’m sorry. My bad, really. I should have asked you first whether I could tell that to the audience.”
Another silence, and Yamada swore to God that if he kept being so stingy with words, Yamada would kick him in the butt for real. But this time, before Yamada could think of other things to say, Daiki spoke up. “No… I was exaggerating things... it was my fault. Sorry.”
“Oh…”
“Yeah.”
Yamada could only stare at Daiki as the older boy pulled his knees up, wrapping them with his hands while looking back at Yamada. Nothing. They did nothing but staring at each other for about a whole minute and Yamada would really like to believe that neither of them were blinking, but that wasn’t even humanly possible.
“Yama-chan…”
“Yeah?”
“Can we…” Daiki stood up, stepping closer to Yamada. “…you know…” He leaned forward, causing the younger boy to blink furiously at the sudden closeness, the wet edges of Daiki’s hair felt cold against Yamada’s cheek and he was too surprised to actually back away. “…kiss?”
A while ago, Yamada would shoot a deadly glare to Daiki for asking him such question. A while ago, he would just shrug it off right afterwards and think that it would actually be a good idea to talk about it during the MC part at their concert. But at that instant, when he felt Daiki’s lips against his very own lips and before he even managed to answer Daiki, Yamada knew that none of his past behavior in this matter would be applicable.
It felt a lot like his first kiss back when he was a kid; awkward, hesitant, and quick. But it felt nothing like his first kiss when he found himself pulling Daiki back close to him because the other was stepping away. “You call that a kiss?” he mumbled as he tapped the empty space beside him, signaling Daiki to sit next to him.
“… you don’t even know what a real kiss is…” Daiki frowned, in a tone as if he was almost insulted, but he sat down anyway.
“Just because I didn’t have my first screen-kiss when I was like five or something, doesn’t mean I don’t know what a real kiss is.”
“I was older than that,” Daiki once again frowned, this time followed by a small pout on his lips.
Yamada felt the surface of the bed moving slightly when Daiki lay down, not saying anything else. He didn’t dare to turn his head to see what the older guy was doing, assuming that maybe Daiki just wanted to lay down there because maybe, just maybe, the fact that they just kissed no matter how awkward it was finally sank in to the other’s head. And that made Yamada realize that it was probably his very own first kiss… with a boy. Holy shit.
Turning his head to see what Daiki was up to. The silence that once again filled the room made him a little bit too cautious with what to say next, or with what to do next. After contemplating all the possibilities, he lay down on his side next the older boy, keeping his eyes locked to Daiki’s spaced out face, and slowly shifted closer. “So the question wasn’t a joke?” he asked.
“No…” Daiki mumbled. “What do you think I got that matching necklaces for us?”
“I don’t know. My sister does that with her best friends. They have these matching bracelets or something, so I thought it was normal when you got me one,” Yamada answered honestly.
Daiki just smiled at him, and at times like this Yamada often realized that Daiki was older than him, and in a way, was more experienced in life. It always surprised him when the older boy acted calm, controlled, and when his face wasn’t smiling to show how much he tried to concentrate to do omething. Serious Daik felt a little bit like serious Hikaru. They would feel like two different people, though this one wasn’t a serious version of Arioka Daiki. This was just… a rather matured-looking one.
“I should sleep…” Daiki sat up and stared at random spot before him. “… after I’ve dried my hair, that is.”
Yamada lay there, watching the other boy walked to the bathroom, with a smile on his face.
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Now now now, Yamada Ryosuke, don’t do that, he told himself. It started to irk the shit out of him when he found himself staring, or rather glaring, at anyone that actually tried to touch Daiki since the incident the other night. Chinen called him weird, Yuto thought he might bang his head somewhere, Keito often gave him a calming pat on the shoulder, while Ryutaro… being himself, didn’t even bother about it.
What irked him the most was how the whole of BEST didn’t even notice his glare! They would just talk regularly to the child-like member and nudge him playfully, pinch his cheek randomly, or… or… or… oh God, did Inoo just said that he loved Daiki while hugging him tight like a little penguin plush? And did he just break the pencil that he was holding? Yamada looked down to his own hand, blinking at how surprisingly easy for him to break this pencil into two, pretty much ignoring Yuto shrieking over the fact that Yamada just killed the only pencil the taller boy had left.
After a few of weird days and a couple of more broken pencils, and a lot of Chinen’s pouts because Yamada didn’t entertain him enough, it didn’t take BEST members any longer to start noticing the strawberry lover’s deadly glares towards them. Yabu noticed it first, telling Hikaru about it right away, which Inoo “accidentally” heard, and that made the three of them literally drag Takaki away from Daiki, cover his mouth with their hands to make him stop teasing the youngest member in BEST because the very last thing they wanted was Yamada killing every single one of them.
It was a little bit like comic panels when it all ended with Yamada smirking full of victory while making his way to Daiki who just entered the dressing room the day after. JUMP was confused as to why it pissed Yamada off when they talked to Daiki, and being oblivious they were, they decided that maybe this would be one of those moments when teenager was having some identity crisis and getting a little a bit sensitive when anyone at all was trying to take the very last thing that he felt comfortable with away from him. Yabu told the rest that Yamada would get over it soon, and that the rest of 7 should be prepared that this syndrome might hit anyone of them pretty soon as well.
“You look happy. That's freaky," Daiki commented when Yamada followed him to his seat.
Yamada just flashed a smile to Daiki, then threw a quick victory glare to the rest of the members.
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If there was one reason Yamada got a little bit possessive over the older boy it would be because of the thing that had happened recently. Making out. Yes, making out. Their kiss didn't stop to that one awkward first one, but Daiki started to ask again if he could kiss Yamada the day after, with an excuse that he would show Yamada what a real kiss was. Of course, the table was turned around the moment Yamada realized that kisses involving tongue would feel so freaking good that since then, he had been dying to taste it again that he wouldn't wait until Daiki asked him if they could kiss. He decided that he should just initiate it himself.
Just like he was currently doing.
He knew every habit that Daiki had so he pretty much knew when he had to wait by the side of the bathroom door before trapping Daiki to the wall. The older boy was surprised of course, blinking furiously when he found Yamada's face just an inch away from his very own. "Dai-chan..." he started, eyes were locked on the other guy's big irised eyes. "... can I?" he said as he leaned forward, tilting his head as he pressed his lips on Daiki's. His heart pumped a little faster, trying to be prepared to be pushed away because hey, what if all Daiki wanted was just to try to kiss a guy and the only person he could think of was Yamada because they were pretty close?
Daiki didn't answer him, but he knew the older boy didn't mind because there was no resistance as he tried to kiss Daiki, his brain trying to remember how Daiki did it when they made out the other day but his mouth didn't seem to be able to deliver every instruction that he made up in his head. Yamada pressed his body against Daiki's shirtless figure, his sweat pants were the only thing tthat the older boy wrapped himself with. It took him awhile to realize why it didn't work at all because he then felt how Daiki parted his lips and there... it finally felt like how it was the first time they made out, the only difference was it was his tongue inside Daiki, not the other way round.
"Go brush your teeth. You taste like chocolate cake," Daiki pushed him away at the end.
"What?"
"Go brush your teeth, I said."
"I know what you said, just... Damn, you're so mean, Dai-chan." Yamada nudged the side of Daiki's arm.
When Daiki smiled at him, Yamada couldn't help but hate that dazzling smile because at times like this, times when it looked so calm and breath taking, Yamada felt like a girl because he secretly wanted to flail around on it. "I'm just joking. You tasted just fine," Daiki patted his shoulder at the end, planting a quick peck on Yamada's lips before he walked away.
Staring at Daiki, Yamada froze on the spot, wasn't sure what the peck meant. It was just a peck, a short and very quick peck but the after taste lasted longer than when he tried to shove his tongue into Daiki's earlier on. What was that, he wondered. He kept his eyes on the other figure in the room, wodering whether he should try again or whether he should just back away for the night. With his mind comtempelating his options, Yamada didn't break his eye contact from Daiki when, instead of taking his t-shirt like he usually did, the older boy settled himself down on Yamada's bed, throwing his towel to the floor as he let his wet hair drip drops of water over his shoulders.
"So are we gonna continue, or what?"
He blinked on the spot as he once again stare at Daiki. "Eh?" Yamada blinked again, tilting his head with a questioning look because he really didn’t think that tonight, he would go further than what he had just tried to do. "Is it alright?" Yamada asked, stepping closer to where Daiki sat. He stared down at the boy who was sitting on the edge of his bed, couldn't help but reach out for the other's wet locks, running his fingers through it. He had never thought of doing this, just caressing his roommate's hair like that, heck he never even knew he would go as far as trying to kiss him again.
"Why wouldn't it?" the older boy asked him back.
"I don't know. We're both guys? And bandmates to make it worse?"
"Does that bother you?"
"A little," Yamada answered him honestly.
Seventeen. He was only seventeen. Some other seventeen-year-old boys might already have gone past kissing, but being an idol, a Johnnys, and being enrolled in a school where having a girlfriend wasn't exactly approved of by the rules made even making out something that Yamada had never experienced. He'd be lucky if he had a making out scene somewhere in a drama, but he hadn't had such role just yet. So when Daiki took his hand and pulled him down towards the older boy, Yamada's stomach flipped funnily, though in a way that he didn't really mind.
"No one needs to know..." the other boy whispered.
"You talk too much sometimes. I don't know if I can trust you," Yamada said, crawling on the bed. His body followed the way Daiki tried to glide up to rest his back properly on the fluffy surface.
"Maybe you should shut my mouth up?" he laughed in answer.
Pausing, Yamada frowned. Was this what they called teasing? The kind where the other party would tease you though they were actually hinting you to just get right to business? How much Yamada wished he had watched more love movies, although deep inside he knew it wouldn't help much anyway.
"I'm planning to," Yamada said, knowing that this would be the cue or a green light for him to do just anything. At least that what he thought it was. And with that in mind, Yamada carefully brushed his thumb on Daiki's cheek, gulping heavily in anticipation of anything, really. He had never seen the older boy this way before, not that he had never tried to have a good look at Daiki's face, but more like he had never looked at Daiki in silence like this, with his spine tingling at the way his thumb touched that chubby cheek.
He saw Daiki opened his mouth to say something but there was no word spoken, and instead, he could feel the older boy wrapping his arms around Yamada, pulling him down for a kiss. Bad idea, Yamada thought. What if someone walked in? No, that would be ridiculous because they would need a master key to open the door. He wanted to think more of how to make this a safe making out without people disturbing but a soft surprised moan escaped from his lips when a hand palmed his crotch, his eyes opened up and blinked rapidly at the new feeling. It was something surprising but his body seemed to move automatically, his hips grinding to Daiki's hand, letting the fabric of his pants friction against his lower abdomen.
Daiki took him into more surprise when he found himself being flipped over by the older boy. The drop of waters from Daiki's wet hair fell down to his face, sending him a rather jolting cold sensation on his skin. There was silence, but Yamada didn't have the guts to say anything because he was too occupied with the way Daiki slid his hand underneath his black t-shirt, the hand teasingly ghosting around on Yamada's stomach before the older boy leaned down again, once again claiming Yamada's lips. Yamada really wanted to think that this was going to go where he thought it was going to, the feel of it seemed to excite him and he could feel himself getting hard just from the thought alone. But then he realized something, "I want to top...." he mumbled to the kiss.
"Hm?" Daiki mumbled, trailing his kisses down to Yamada's neck, causing him to arch his body upwards towards the kiss.
"I want to top..." he repeated, his hand gripping on the wet lock of Daiki's.
The other boy pulled away, eyes staring down to Yamada. There was uncertainty in Daiki's face and Yamada couldn't read what it was that bothered the older boy, in fact that might be one of those very few moments where Daiki looked this way. Then much to his surprise again, Daiki crawled off from on top of him and settled down next Yamada, much to Yamada's regret because his eyes were locked on the other's lips and oh god how much he wanted to kiss them again. "D-Did I say something wrong?" Yamada asked at the end.
"No... No, you didn't," Daiki sat up and slid off from the bed, making his way to his own bed as he grabbed the towel he had earlier on from the floor in the process. "We should sleep. Long day tomorrow," the older boy added, making Yamada realize that this had been a very common sentence to hear from Daiki.
Yamada wished he hadn't said anything at all the moment Daiki turned off the light, and his boner wasn't exactly something comfortable to sleep with. No, he said to himself. He had to get this done right here right now. He had to know where the two of them were standing, and most of all he needed to get laid. How could Daiki left him half hard like that? Such a mean dwarf. So instead of going to sleep, he literally jumped onto the bed beside his, trapping Daiki underneath him, ignoring the surprised shriek from the other boy who almost kicked him away from the bed.
"I don't want to sleep," Yamada stated, his eyes trying to catch the expression from other's in the darkness of their room, the only light was the ones from outside that managed to seep through the curtains.
"Sleep, Yama-chan," Daiki scowled.
"No. You groped my crotch and it's half hard. You, take responsibility of it," Yamada insisted.
"No!"
"Why not?!"
"Because I don't want to bottom! I'm older!" said Daiki as he pushed Yamada aside, causing the younger boy to stumble around the bed while trying to keep himself on it, sighing in relief when he managed to sit by the edge of the bed.
After maintaining his balance, Yamada stared at Daiki, realizing why Daiki stopped just now. Now that he thought about it, he realized that it wasnt such a clear cut for the two of them who the dominant one was, and who the receiver was. They were about the same height and weight, the same personality, pretty much just as bubbly as each other, popularity wise Yamada had the fans attention, but older fans tend to prefer Daiki over him.
“We can take turns?” Yamada said, staring into random spot across the room, not daring to turn his face back to Daiki.
Sighing, Yamada knew that maybe this wasn’t going anywhere at all. Who in their right mind would even try to take another step further… with a dude? He liked Daiki, of course he really did. But maybe he was just carried away with how good it felt to kiss the other boy, and this was nothing but their curiosity kicking in because if he was asked if he was in love with him, he wouldn’t know the answer himself. He was so deep in his thoughts that it almost caught him in surprise when two arms were wrapped around him from behind.
“That would do,” Daiki whispered, planting a soft kiss to Yamada’s neck.
“Would it hurt?”
“I don’t know. Let’s hope it’s not. You can do it first and I’ll tell you if it did?” said Daiki, holding Yamada even closer.
"Do you mind?"
“No… since I’d get to do you right away anyway,” the older boy chuckled.
The room was once again filled with silence as Daiki’s chuckle faded away. Now this was a lot more awkward than he predicted it would. He felt disappointment waved over him when Daiki unwrapped his arms from his body, but a smile quickly crept on his face the moment his body was turned behind by the older boy. “No regrets? We’re crossing more lines right now,” Daiki asked. Yamada shook his head, knowing that even if this was going to be the only time they were gonna be able to do it, at least it was with Daiki.
They waited for a while, spending the time only staring at each other as their hands ghosting over each other’s thighs and arms, trying to feel the intimacy. Yamada was the first one to close the gap between them, claiming a kiss from the other. It was slow and careful, well thought about because Yamada didn’t want to mess it up, his lips lingered on Daiki’s, not wanting to pull away at all.
He didn’t dare to say a thing, especially because he could feel Daiki’s hands sliding underneath his shirt, the other’s gently trailing his hands on Yamada’s well toned muscles. Yamada gasped at the closeness and the warmth from the touch, his lips trailing down to the older boy’s neck as he inhaled Daiki’s sweet scent. He wasn’t sure how experienced Daiki was in this, but he knew that all that mattered was that they both enjoyed it.
When he was about to press Daiki’s back against the fluffy surface of the mattress, he found himself being sat on by Daiki instead, the older boy settling himself comfortably on Yamada’s lap as they deepened their kiss. He tried to think of what Daiki was trying to do but the older boy was already pulling his t-shirt off, leaving the two of them shirtless. As the chill from the room temperature crept on his bare skin, Yamada’s heart paced up when Daiki’s hips rolled against his, making him more eager to get rid of those grey sweat pants that the older boy often wore to sleep.
As Yamada had predicted, their remaining clothes didn’t last long, and it wasn’t long before Daiki finally let Yamada push him down to the bed, lips barely leaving each other’s. He could feel his all his senses awakened and how nerve breaking it was to see the way the older boy arched his body towards him from Yamada’s bare touches under the very dimmed light of the bedside’s table. With every movement their bodies were making as they kissed, there was a very delighting friction created from their freshly showered skins, soft against one another.
Lube… or lotion. They need that, Yamada thought. He might not ever have done this before, but he wasn’t stupid enough not to know. As a curious teenage boy, once or twice he had stumbled upon some gay porn on his laptop, and he knew Daiki did too; if not the older boy wouldn’t be labeled as one of the most perverted members. It was almost as if the two of them worked in sync. Yamada found himself reaching out for his bag to find whatever he could use, while the corner of his eyes caught Daiki searching for something from his own wallet.
He noticed the two small packages in Daiki’s hands and a smile grew on his face when he realized that Daiki actually had protection kept on his wallet the entire time. “Do you always bring those around?” Yamada chuckled, dragging the older boy back to the bed as he kissed him, smiling even more widely when Daiki once again palmed his hand on Yamada’s hardening shaft, this time directly as they’d thrown all their clothes away.
“More action less talking, Yamada.”
And Yamada had no complaint with that. When he finally coated his fingers with the lotion he got earlier on, Yamada couldn’t help but bite his lower lip as Daiki guided them to his bum, sliding them just in between the firmed cheeks. Daiki was looking back at him, not breaking their eyes contact, and Yamada could hear a small gasp escaping the other’s lips when he entered a digit inside. It was tight, rather dry, making him realized why it was important to use the lotion, but in the same time it got him excited because all he could think of was how it would feel when it was him inside Daiki, not just his finger.
It took him a little longer than expected to prep Daiki, mostly because he had never found the other boy being so quiet in his entire life and it scared him a little. What if he was doing it wrong? He thought he had seen it all; serious Daiki, stupid Daiki, mischievous Daiki; but he certainly hadn’t seen this one. “Does it hurt?” he asked, just to make sure as he gently scissored his fingers against the tight wall of Daiki’s entrance. Daiki didn’t answer him right away, but he was barely able to catch a soft “a little” as a reply from the other boy.
He pulled his fingers away as he leaned down for a kiss, his hand blindly trying to find the condom while the other was taken by Daiki who was now holding his hand tight in anticipation. Yamada tore apart the wrapping with his teeth and free hand, feeling his chest pumping a little bit too fast as he rolled the rubber down his length. There was hesitation on Daiki’s face and he wished he could just wash it away because part of him really wanted to do this even though he knew he was scared himself deep down.
Slowly and extra carefully, Yamada pressed the tip of his coated shaft against the other’s opening, feeling it stretched up against his arousal but yet gripping tight on it with its muscles. His spine tingled with electrifying jolt when Daiki whimpered, quite surprised with how needy it sounded at the same time. He pushed in delicately, his upper torso leaning down so he could claim those full lips of Daiki’s, almost groaning himself because oh god it felt so good.
He slid his hands to the underside of Daiki’s knees, pulling them up so that he would get a better access as he moved. Daiki shot him a glare when he did that, but he smirked when he watched the other guy curve his body upwards while shutting his eyes, clearly distracted by the new angle. When he saw Daiki trailing his own hand in between their bodies to stroke his abandoned length, Yamada gulped at the sight, realizing that maybe he was actually doing it right and that now Daiki had started to gain pleasure from it.
“Yamada…” Daiki mumbled, breaking the long silence that was created since they started.
“You want me to stop?”
“N-no…” he answered. “Keep… doing it there…”
Blinking, Yamada’s brain couldn’t process this information as fast as he wanted it to, but his body seemed to move on its own accord, keeping the angle that by each second had caused Daiki’s muscles to tighten up on him. He thrusted forward, deeper if he could, and he could feel how his blood was rushing through his veins upon hearing those soft moans and snivels spilling out from Daiki’s lips. His brain failed to function as he felt Daiki’s insides contract not long after. A husky long held moan escaped from the other’s lips as his eyes didn’t fail to catch the white fluid that suddenly just sprouted out from Daiki’s hardened member, the other’s body tensing up beneath him.
He… just made his bandmate come. Holy shit.
When he felt Daiki stop shivering and saw him sinking his body to the bed as he panted, Yamada realized that he had frozen the entire time watching it happened before his very own eyes. He wasn’t sure if he should continue or he should just pull out. Would guys be as sensitive as girls after orgasm? Damn it, Yamada. Think!!
He found himself staring down at Daiki, not moving even an inch. It took Daiki a while to realize but when he did, the other shook his head while smirking to him. Yamada felt like he was the biggest idiot ever.
“Why do you look so surprised?” Daiki sat up, carefully keeping Yamada inside him as he did so. Daiki slowly settled himself on Yamada’s lap, giving the younger boy enough room to straighten up his legs before he fully got himself down on him. “Come on. Get this done with.”
And with that, Daiki pressed his lips against Yamada’s, parting them almost right away to invite the younger boy in, which of course wasn’t wasted by the younger boy. Their bodies glided against one another, the heat from their skin lingered as they moved, causing Yamada to buck his hips up towards the older boy to reach his own climax. It felt closer and more intimate now that they were already passed half way doing it, their touches started to feel more like a need than a mere curiosity.
His stomach tightened up when he felt tension building up in his base, his back bone tingled in the most delightful manner while his hands reached out for Daiki’s neck to pull him closer to him, kissing him almost eagerly. He kept himself close to the older boy as he arch his body towards him, desperately holding onto Daiki as he felt himself coming, gasping and lingering their kisses in the same time.
He didn’t move for a while, and Daiki didn’t even do anything but run his fingers through Yamada’s locks, waiting patiently for him to get his composure back. “Next time…” Daiki whispered. “I’m gonna show you how to do it right,” he chuckled.
“Shut up…” Yamada laughed, collapsing to the bed as he dragged Daiki down with him, grabbing the blanket to wrap their bodies with it in the process.
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They did get to it again the day after, this time Daiki topped. He had to admit that damn, Daiki was a lot better than him because the older boy did it like a pro. He barely felt the pain although he swore he thought he was going to break when Daiki entered him. Maybe he was really inexperienced in this, and that apparently doing it was a lot different than acting all sexy in front of the audience, also that unbuttoning his shirt wasn’t as slow and teasing as how he always did it in concert because all he realized how much he just wanted to get it off right away.
But the thing that he didn’t really expected was how much it actually hurt the day after. His bum felt godly sore and it was rather hard to walk. He kept on wincing on every wrong step he made and he wondered if he made it too obvious that he just got it up in the ass the night before.
“So… Yamada-kun…” Ryutaro spoke up to him when he groaned in pain as he tried to sit down next to the boy.
“Hm?”
“I don’t mean to be rude, but next time the two of you should really keep the voice down. Two days in a row, huh?” he commented.
Yamada turned his face to Ryutaro right away, horror was clearly written on his face. “I d-don’t understand what you are talking about!” he exclaimed.
“Sure, you don’t,” Ryutaro yawned. “There’s a connecting door between our rooms, you know. Be glad that Chinen was a heavy sleeper… though it kept me awake the entire time. Such a nightmare really.”
“E-eh?” Yamada mentally hit his head, cursing over the fact that Daiki and he totally forgot that Ryutaro and Chinen was just next door and that there was a connecting door in between their rooms. It was always locked, of course, but it also did mean that there was lesser barrier blocking noises from their room.
“Don’t worry. I won’t judge. I shall keep an open mind in this kind of era,” Ryutaro stood up, stretching his arms wide as he once again yawned. “Though the government totally needs to start putting this as one of the reasons of Japan’s aging population problem.”
Sometimes Yamada wished that Ryutaro didn’t sound so much like an old man.
Author: keeconk
Pairing: AriYama
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 6,810
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine and the story is solely fantasy, totally has nothing to do with the real life persons. Some facts, however, might be based on magazine translations.
Summary: There is always a start for everything, and sometimes things started from a simple question such as, "Can we kiss?".
A.N.: Made because I've promised mr-rainyday that I would make a smut AriYama one fine day. And this would be that one fine day.
WARNING: Explicit content.
Beta'ed by: akumanakoi
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It started with him asking Yamada, “Yama-chan, can we kiss?” Yamada thought he was just joking of course. No one would actually take that question seriously, especially coming from Arioka Daiki, the most childish person Yamada had met his entire life. Why would he believe that Daiki really meant it? It would just be ridiculous to do so. Even Keito wouldn’t believe him. Not that Keito was stupid or anything, but at least Keito was a lot more serious than Yamada, and he knew even Keito wouldn’t believe Daiki.
But Yamada didn’t know that Daiki would stop talking to him when they got back to their room after he mentioned it to the audience. Normally Daiki wouldn’t stop talking as they walked back, talking about anything and everything. Yamada also often found himself listening to Daiki rambling from the bathroom, because usually the older guy didn’t close the door, and it was rather annoying when Daiki talked and talked and talked while brushing his teeth. Yet, it was rather different that night. Instead of talking non-stop like he always did, Daiki walked in silence, went to the bathroom straight away and closed the door… wait, he actually locked it too.
Yamada didn’t know that Daiki didn’t want people to know, because for strawberry-heaven-sake, he really did think that the older guy was just messing around with him and he only answered Daiki with pierced un-amused eyes. Really, if the older boy didn’t want him to mention it to anyone, Daiki should have said so the night before.
“Dai-chan?” He knocked on the bathroom door after contemplating whether to do so or not, because Daiki had been inside for at least thirty minutes. “Did you fall asleep or something?”
There was no answer from inside, so the younger one among the two leaned his ear against the wooden door, concentrating on catching any sound from the bathroom. He closed his eyes, believing that maybe by doing so, he would be able to hear something. But nothing. No movement, no water falling from the shower, no hairdryer being used, no toilet flushing, not even just the slightest sound of Daiki brushing his teeth.
But before Yamada could pull his ear away to head back because there was nothing to hear from inside, the bathroom door flung open, revealing a wet haired, shirtless Daiki with the towel hung around his neck. “What the fuck are you doing there?” the older one frowned.
“I… I was knocking on the door because you were inside for too long! I thought you fainted or something. Don’t make me worried like that.” Yamada stepped back, thankful that his brain could think of an answer right away. “And besides, you didn’t answer when I called you!”
Staring back at Yamada, Daiki gripped the edges of the towel, unwrapping it from his neck and placing it onto his wet hair - ruffling the locks as he headed to his bag to get his t-shirt. “….the bathroom is free…” was the only thing that Daiki said to Yamada next.
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This had been going on for too long and Yamada couldn’t take it any longer. Daiki had been acting too weird, especially towards him. The older boy would still messing around with the other members, but he would ignore Yamada’s existence even when they got to share the same room again or sit next to each other in the van. Something was totally off and Yamada didn’t like it at all.
“What is your problem, Dai-chan?!” he spoke up once they got to the room.
Daiki looked up to him as he stopped untying his shoe laces. “What problem?”
“You’ve been acting differently. Way too differently! Aren’t we supposed to be the shorty duet?”
“I can’t recall agreeing to that duet. Beside you can do that duet, whatever this thing is, with Chinen or something. He’s shorter than any of us.” Daiki stood up as he kicked his shoes off, walking past Yamada to his own bed.
“I don’t want Chinen. I’ve seen him almost twenty-four-seven.” Yamada rolled his eyes.
Sometimes Yamada wondered if Daiki really knew how much he enjoyed hanging out with him. It was fun to go out with Chinen and Yuto, but they were schoolmates plus bandmates (twice the effect with Chinen really) and it felt nice to be able to have another friend to hang out with. He liked how Daiki and he would always have something to talk about, starting from the lamest thing such as hair irons, to how to build awesome abs.
“Get someone else then…” Daiki mumbled.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. Just no. And besides, if this is because I told the audience about you asking if we can kiss, I’m sorry.”
Daiki didn’t reply back to him, instead of doing so he sighed, turning his head slowly to Yamada as he ruffled the back of his head. “That wasn’t for public consumption…”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know. And you should have told me about it, really.” Yamada rolled his eyes. “I couldn’t even make up my mind whether you were serious or just messing around with me like you always do.”
“It was hard enough to ask.”
“Why? We’re always honest with each other.”
“You won’t understand.”
“Oh come on, Dai-chan. Tell me?”
“I’m not discussing this with you…” Daiki turned to his bag, grabbing a couple of things from his bed and heading towards the front door, his shoulder bumping against Yamada’s but he just shrugged it off almost as if Yamada wasn’t even there.
“Where are you going?!”
“Inoo-chan’s room.”
Yamada stepped forward, wanting to walk after Daiki but stopping the moment their room’s door was banged closed by the older boy, right in front of his face. Yamada didn’t understand why Daiki just acted the way he did. It felt a little bit too surreal to him and for some reason Daiki made him feel that he just did something horribly wrong. What was that really? Why the hell was Daiki acting like a freaking girl?
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As much as it had been driving Yamada insane, the silent treatment Daiki was giving him actually helped him think of a lot of stuff. Like how much he used to cry almost every single day back when he just got into the jimusho because Daiki just always had a way to make him cry. It felt like so long ago because looking at them now, it was just a total opposite. Daiki was like one of the cool senpai, and oh lord he was so big back then.
Now… there was almost nothing that would make Yamada feel any different from Daiki. They were the same height, around the same weight, and they could literally borrow each other’s clothes when needed. The two of them were often placed in front of the line during dances, and they often hung out together. There was once when Yamada hid Daiki’s briefs, like he always did when Daiki was showering; the seventeen-year-old boy was mischievous enough to try them out and found it surprisingly funny that they fitted him perfectly.
It had been a while since Daiki really talked properly to him, and since he confronted Daiki for acting really weird. They still shared the room and they looked pretty much normal in public. It was just the silence in the room that made Yamada feel that unless he did something fast, this definitely would become some sort of permanent condition. So there he was, sitting by the edge of his own bed, his hair was half wet from the shower he took earlier and his eyes were spacing out towards the bed next to him.
He could hear the water running in the bathroom, hitting the hard marbled floor as his roommate took his shower. It felt like a very long wait for him, but Yamada decided to end this awkwardness right now and there. He would go insane if this continued any longer, and he would probably need to stock a warehouse worth of strawberry to cheer him up. And maybe some other food. Lots of food.
His heart literally jumped when he heard the bathroom door opening. Okay, this would be it. He should really end this or else he would remain in misery forever, or at least uncomfortable. He watched Daiki walking in silence to the clothes that were folded neatly on top of the other bed, the sweat pants the older boy was wearing hung low on his hips while his hair was clearly dried only with his towel, leaving it wetter than Yamada’s half wet hair.
“Dai-chan…” he spoke up, breaking the silence that previously filled the room.
“Hm?” Daiki mumbled, glancing up to Yamada.
For awhile there, Yamada realized that he hadn’t thought of a single thing to say to Daiki. Oh god, how the heck was he supposed to end this awkwardness? There, right in front of him, Daiki was standing like nothing happened and he could only sit on his very own bed, tongue frozen and brain collapsing into pieces with his own failure. “About… the other day…” he said at last.
“What about it?” Daiki pulled the t-shirt he was holding over his head before sitting down on his bed, right opposite Yamada, staring to the younger boy with his big dark chocolate-ish irises.
“I’m sorry. My bad, really. I should have asked you first whether I could tell that to the audience.”
Another silence, and Yamada swore to God that if he kept being so stingy with words, Yamada would kick him in the butt for real. But this time, before Yamada could think of other things to say, Daiki spoke up. “No… I was exaggerating things... it was my fault. Sorry.”
“Oh…”
“Yeah.”
Yamada could only stare at Daiki as the older boy pulled his knees up, wrapping them with his hands while looking back at Yamada. Nothing. They did nothing but staring at each other for about a whole minute and Yamada would really like to believe that neither of them were blinking, but that wasn’t even humanly possible.
“Yama-chan…”
“Yeah?”
“Can we…” Daiki stood up, stepping closer to Yamada. “…you know…” He leaned forward, causing the younger boy to blink furiously at the sudden closeness, the wet edges of Daiki’s hair felt cold against Yamada’s cheek and he was too surprised to actually back away. “…kiss?”
A while ago, Yamada would shoot a deadly glare to Daiki for asking him such question. A while ago, he would just shrug it off right afterwards and think that it would actually be a good idea to talk about it during the MC part at their concert. But at that instant, when he felt Daiki’s lips against his very own lips and before he even managed to answer Daiki, Yamada knew that none of his past behavior in this matter would be applicable.
It felt a lot like his first kiss back when he was a kid; awkward, hesitant, and quick. But it felt nothing like his first kiss when he found himself pulling Daiki back close to him because the other was stepping away. “You call that a kiss?” he mumbled as he tapped the empty space beside him, signaling Daiki to sit next to him.
“… you don’t even know what a real kiss is…” Daiki frowned, in a tone as if he was almost insulted, but he sat down anyway.
“Just because I didn’t have my first screen-kiss when I was like five or something, doesn’t mean I don’t know what a real kiss is.”
“I was older than that,” Daiki once again frowned, this time followed by a small pout on his lips.
Yamada felt the surface of the bed moving slightly when Daiki lay down, not saying anything else. He didn’t dare to turn his head to see what the older guy was doing, assuming that maybe Daiki just wanted to lay down there because maybe, just maybe, the fact that they just kissed no matter how awkward it was finally sank in to the other’s head. And that made Yamada realize that it was probably his very own first kiss… with a boy. Holy shit.
Turning his head to see what Daiki was up to. The silence that once again filled the room made him a little bit too cautious with what to say next, or with what to do next. After contemplating all the possibilities, he lay down on his side next the older boy, keeping his eyes locked to Daiki’s spaced out face, and slowly shifted closer. “So the question wasn’t a joke?” he asked.
“No…” Daiki mumbled. “What do you think I got that matching necklaces for us?”
“I don’t know. My sister does that with her best friends. They have these matching bracelets or something, so I thought it was normal when you got me one,” Yamada answered honestly.
Daiki just smiled at him, and at times like this Yamada often realized that Daiki was older than him, and in a way, was more experienced in life. It always surprised him when the older boy acted calm, controlled, and when his face wasn’t smiling to show how much he tried to concentrate to do omething. Serious Daik felt a little bit like serious Hikaru. They would feel like two different people, though this one wasn’t a serious version of Arioka Daiki. This was just… a rather matured-looking one.
“I should sleep…” Daiki sat up and stared at random spot before him. “… after I’ve dried my hair, that is.”
Yamada lay there, watching the other boy walked to the bathroom, with a smile on his face.
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Now now now, Yamada Ryosuke, don’t do that, he told himself. It started to irk the shit out of him when he found himself staring, or rather glaring, at anyone that actually tried to touch Daiki since the incident the other night. Chinen called him weird, Yuto thought he might bang his head somewhere, Keito often gave him a calming pat on the shoulder, while Ryutaro… being himself, didn’t even bother about it.
What irked him the most was how the whole of BEST didn’t even notice his glare! They would just talk regularly to the child-like member and nudge him playfully, pinch his cheek randomly, or… or… or… oh God, did Inoo just said that he loved Daiki while hugging him tight like a little penguin plush? And did he just break the pencil that he was holding? Yamada looked down to his own hand, blinking at how surprisingly easy for him to break this pencil into two, pretty much ignoring Yuto shrieking over the fact that Yamada just killed the only pencil the taller boy had left.
After a few of weird days and a couple of more broken pencils, and a lot of Chinen’s pouts because Yamada didn’t entertain him enough, it didn’t take BEST members any longer to start noticing the strawberry lover’s deadly glares towards them. Yabu noticed it first, telling Hikaru about it right away, which Inoo “accidentally” heard, and that made the three of them literally drag Takaki away from Daiki, cover his mouth with their hands to make him stop teasing the youngest member in BEST because the very last thing they wanted was Yamada killing every single one of them.
It was a little bit like comic panels when it all ended with Yamada smirking full of victory while making his way to Daiki who just entered the dressing room the day after. JUMP was confused as to why it pissed Yamada off when they talked to Daiki, and being oblivious they were, they decided that maybe this would be one of those moments when teenager was having some identity crisis and getting a little a bit sensitive when anyone at all was trying to take the very last thing that he felt comfortable with away from him. Yabu told the rest that Yamada would get over it soon, and that the rest of 7 should be prepared that this syndrome might hit anyone of them pretty soon as well.
“You look happy. That's freaky," Daiki commented when Yamada followed him to his seat.
Yamada just flashed a smile to Daiki, then threw a quick victory glare to the rest of the members.
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If there was one reason Yamada got a little bit possessive over the older boy it would be because of the thing that had happened recently. Making out. Yes, making out. Their kiss didn't stop to that one awkward first one, but Daiki started to ask again if he could kiss Yamada the day after, with an excuse that he would show Yamada what a real kiss was. Of course, the table was turned around the moment Yamada realized that kisses involving tongue would feel so freaking good that since then, he had been dying to taste it again that he wouldn't wait until Daiki asked him if they could kiss. He decided that he should just initiate it himself.
Just like he was currently doing.
He knew every habit that Daiki had so he pretty much knew when he had to wait by the side of the bathroom door before trapping Daiki to the wall. The older boy was surprised of course, blinking furiously when he found Yamada's face just an inch away from his very own. "Dai-chan..." he started, eyes were locked on the other guy's big irised eyes. "... can I?" he said as he leaned forward, tilting his head as he pressed his lips on Daiki's. His heart pumped a little faster, trying to be prepared to be pushed away because hey, what if all Daiki wanted was just to try to kiss a guy and the only person he could think of was Yamada because they were pretty close?
Daiki didn't answer him, but he knew the older boy didn't mind because there was no resistance as he tried to kiss Daiki, his brain trying to remember how Daiki did it when they made out the other day but his mouth didn't seem to be able to deliver every instruction that he made up in his head. Yamada pressed his body against Daiki's shirtless figure, his sweat pants were the only thing tthat the older boy wrapped himself with. It took him awhile to realize why it didn't work at all because he then felt how Daiki parted his lips and there... it finally felt like how it was the first time they made out, the only difference was it was his tongue inside Daiki, not the other way round.
"Go brush your teeth. You taste like chocolate cake," Daiki pushed him away at the end.
"What?"
"Go brush your teeth, I said."
"I know what you said, just... Damn, you're so mean, Dai-chan." Yamada nudged the side of Daiki's arm.
When Daiki smiled at him, Yamada couldn't help but hate that dazzling smile because at times like this, times when it looked so calm and breath taking, Yamada felt like a girl because he secretly wanted to flail around on it. "I'm just joking. You tasted just fine," Daiki patted his shoulder at the end, planting a quick peck on Yamada's lips before he walked away.
Staring at Daiki, Yamada froze on the spot, wasn't sure what the peck meant. It was just a peck, a short and very quick peck but the after taste lasted longer than when he tried to shove his tongue into Daiki's earlier on. What was that, he wondered. He kept his eyes on the other figure in the room, wodering whether he should try again or whether he should just back away for the night. With his mind comtempelating his options, Yamada didn't break his eye contact from Daiki when, instead of taking his t-shirt like he usually did, the older boy settled himself down on Yamada's bed, throwing his towel to the floor as he let his wet hair drip drops of water over his shoulders.
"So are we gonna continue, or what?"
He blinked on the spot as he once again stare at Daiki. "Eh?" Yamada blinked again, tilting his head with a questioning look because he really didn’t think that tonight, he would go further than what he had just tried to do. "Is it alright?" Yamada asked, stepping closer to where Daiki sat. He stared down at the boy who was sitting on the edge of his bed, couldn't help but reach out for the other's wet locks, running his fingers through it. He had never thought of doing this, just caressing his roommate's hair like that, heck he never even knew he would go as far as trying to kiss him again.
"Why wouldn't it?" the older boy asked him back.
"I don't know. We're both guys? And bandmates to make it worse?"
"Does that bother you?"
"A little," Yamada answered him honestly.
Seventeen. He was only seventeen. Some other seventeen-year-old boys might already have gone past kissing, but being an idol, a Johnnys, and being enrolled in a school where having a girlfriend wasn't exactly approved of by the rules made even making out something that Yamada had never experienced. He'd be lucky if he had a making out scene somewhere in a drama, but he hadn't had such role just yet. So when Daiki took his hand and pulled him down towards the older boy, Yamada's stomach flipped funnily, though in a way that he didn't really mind.
"No one needs to know..." the other boy whispered.
"You talk too much sometimes. I don't know if I can trust you," Yamada said, crawling on the bed. His body followed the way Daiki tried to glide up to rest his back properly on the fluffy surface.
"Maybe you should shut my mouth up?" he laughed in answer.
Pausing, Yamada frowned. Was this what they called teasing? The kind where the other party would tease you though they were actually hinting you to just get right to business? How much Yamada wished he had watched more love movies, although deep inside he knew it wouldn't help much anyway.
"I'm planning to," Yamada said, knowing that this would be the cue or a green light for him to do just anything. At least that what he thought it was. And with that in mind, Yamada carefully brushed his thumb on Daiki's cheek, gulping heavily in anticipation of anything, really. He had never seen the older boy this way before, not that he had never tried to have a good look at Daiki's face, but more like he had never looked at Daiki in silence like this, with his spine tingling at the way his thumb touched that chubby cheek.
He saw Daiki opened his mouth to say something but there was no word spoken, and instead, he could feel the older boy wrapping his arms around Yamada, pulling him down for a kiss. Bad idea, Yamada thought. What if someone walked in? No, that would be ridiculous because they would need a master key to open the door. He wanted to think more of how to make this a safe making out without people disturbing but a soft surprised moan escaped from his lips when a hand palmed his crotch, his eyes opened up and blinked rapidly at the new feeling. It was something surprising but his body seemed to move automatically, his hips grinding to Daiki's hand, letting the fabric of his pants friction against his lower abdomen.
Daiki took him into more surprise when he found himself being flipped over by the older boy. The drop of waters from Daiki's wet hair fell down to his face, sending him a rather jolting cold sensation on his skin. There was silence, but Yamada didn't have the guts to say anything because he was too occupied with the way Daiki slid his hand underneath his black t-shirt, the hand teasingly ghosting around on Yamada's stomach before the older boy leaned down again, once again claiming Yamada's lips. Yamada really wanted to think that this was going to go where he thought it was going to, the feel of it seemed to excite him and he could feel himself getting hard just from the thought alone. But then he realized something, "I want to top...." he mumbled to the kiss.
"Hm?" Daiki mumbled, trailing his kisses down to Yamada's neck, causing him to arch his body upwards towards the kiss.
"I want to top..." he repeated, his hand gripping on the wet lock of Daiki's.
The other boy pulled away, eyes staring down to Yamada. There was uncertainty in Daiki's face and Yamada couldn't read what it was that bothered the older boy, in fact that might be one of those very few moments where Daiki looked this way. Then much to his surprise again, Daiki crawled off from on top of him and settled down next Yamada, much to Yamada's regret because his eyes were locked on the other's lips and oh god how much he wanted to kiss them again. "D-Did I say something wrong?" Yamada asked at the end.
"No... No, you didn't," Daiki sat up and slid off from the bed, making his way to his own bed as he grabbed the towel he had earlier on from the floor in the process. "We should sleep. Long day tomorrow," the older boy added, making Yamada realize that this had been a very common sentence to hear from Daiki.
Yamada wished he hadn't said anything at all the moment Daiki turned off the light, and his boner wasn't exactly something comfortable to sleep with. No, he said to himself. He had to get this done right here right now. He had to know where the two of them were standing, and most of all he needed to get laid. How could Daiki left him half hard like that? Such a mean dwarf. So instead of going to sleep, he literally jumped onto the bed beside his, trapping Daiki underneath him, ignoring the surprised shriek from the other boy who almost kicked him away from the bed.
"I don't want to sleep," Yamada stated, his eyes trying to catch the expression from other's in the darkness of their room, the only light was the ones from outside that managed to seep through the curtains.
"Sleep, Yama-chan," Daiki scowled.
"No. You groped my crotch and it's half hard. You, take responsibility of it," Yamada insisted.
"No!"
"Why not?!"
"Because I don't want to bottom! I'm older!" said Daiki as he pushed Yamada aside, causing the younger boy to stumble around the bed while trying to keep himself on it, sighing in relief when he managed to sit by the edge of the bed.
After maintaining his balance, Yamada stared at Daiki, realizing why Daiki stopped just now. Now that he thought about it, he realized that it wasnt such a clear cut for the two of them who the dominant one was, and who the receiver was. They were about the same height and weight, the same personality, pretty much just as bubbly as each other, popularity wise Yamada had the fans attention, but older fans tend to prefer Daiki over him.
“We can take turns?” Yamada said, staring into random spot across the room, not daring to turn his face back to Daiki.
Sighing, Yamada knew that maybe this wasn’t going anywhere at all. Who in their right mind would even try to take another step further… with a dude? He liked Daiki, of course he really did. But maybe he was just carried away with how good it felt to kiss the other boy, and this was nothing but their curiosity kicking in because if he was asked if he was in love with him, he wouldn’t know the answer himself. He was so deep in his thoughts that it almost caught him in surprise when two arms were wrapped around him from behind.
“That would do,” Daiki whispered, planting a soft kiss to Yamada’s neck.
“Would it hurt?”
“I don’t know. Let’s hope it’s not. You can do it first and I’ll tell you if it did?” said Daiki, holding Yamada even closer.
"Do you mind?"
“No… since I’d get to do you right away anyway,” the older boy chuckled.
The room was once again filled with silence as Daiki’s chuckle faded away. Now this was a lot more awkward than he predicted it would. He felt disappointment waved over him when Daiki unwrapped his arms from his body, but a smile quickly crept on his face the moment his body was turned behind by the older boy. “No regrets? We’re crossing more lines right now,” Daiki asked. Yamada shook his head, knowing that even if this was going to be the only time they were gonna be able to do it, at least it was with Daiki.
They waited for a while, spending the time only staring at each other as their hands ghosting over each other’s thighs and arms, trying to feel the intimacy. Yamada was the first one to close the gap between them, claiming a kiss from the other. It was slow and careful, well thought about because Yamada didn’t want to mess it up, his lips lingered on Daiki’s, not wanting to pull away at all.
He didn’t dare to say a thing, especially because he could feel Daiki’s hands sliding underneath his shirt, the other’s gently trailing his hands on Yamada’s well toned muscles. Yamada gasped at the closeness and the warmth from the touch, his lips trailing down to the older boy’s neck as he inhaled Daiki’s sweet scent. He wasn’t sure how experienced Daiki was in this, but he knew that all that mattered was that they both enjoyed it.
When he was about to press Daiki’s back against the fluffy surface of the mattress, he found himself being sat on by Daiki instead, the older boy settling himself comfortably on Yamada’s lap as they deepened their kiss. He tried to think of what Daiki was trying to do but the older boy was already pulling his t-shirt off, leaving the two of them shirtless. As the chill from the room temperature crept on his bare skin, Yamada’s heart paced up when Daiki’s hips rolled against his, making him more eager to get rid of those grey sweat pants that the older boy often wore to sleep.
As Yamada had predicted, their remaining clothes didn’t last long, and it wasn’t long before Daiki finally let Yamada push him down to the bed, lips barely leaving each other’s. He could feel his all his senses awakened and how nerve breaking it was to see the way the older boy arched his body towards him from Yamada’s bare touches under the very dimmed light of the bedside’s table. With every movement their bodies were making as they kissed, there was a very delighting friction created from their freshly showered skins, soft against one another.
Lube… or lotion. They need that, Yamada thought. He might not ever have done this before, but he wasn’t stupid enough not to know. As a curious teenage boy, once or twice he had stumbled upon some gay porn on his laptop, and he knew Daiki did too; if not the older boy wouldn’t be labeled as one of the most perverted members. It was almost as if the two of them worked in sync. Yamada found himself reaching out for his bag to find whatever he could use, while the corner of his eyes caught Daiki searching for something from his own wallet.
He noticed the two small packages in Daiki’s hands and a smile grew on his face when he realized that Daiki actually had protection kept on his wallet the entire time. “Do you always bring those around?” Yamada chuckled, dragging the older boy back to the bed as he kissed him, smiling even more widely when Daiki once again palmed his hand on Yamada’s hardening shaft, this time directly as they’d thrown all their clothes away.
“More action less talking, Yamada.”
And Yamada had no complaint with that. When he finally coated his fingers with the lotion he got earlier on, Yamada couldn’t help but bite his lower lip as Daiki guided them to his bum, sliding them just in between the firmed cheeks. Daiki was looking back at him, not breaking their eyes contact, and Yamada could hear a small gasp escaping the other’s lips when he entered a digit inside. It was tight, rather dry, making him realized why it was important to use the lotion, but in the same time it got him excited because all he could think of was how it would feel when it was him inside Daiki, not just his finger.
It took him a little longer than expected to prep Daiki, mostly because he had never found the other boy being so quiet in his entire life and it scared him a little. What if he was doing it wrong? He thought he had seen it all; serious Daiki, stupid Daiki, mischievous Daiki; but he certainly hadn’t seen this one. “Does it hurt?” he asked, just to make sure as he gently scissored his fingers against the tight wall of Daiki’s entrance. Daiki didn’t answer him right away, but he was barely able to catch a soft “a little” as a reply from the other boy.
He pulled his fingers away as he leaned down for a kiss, his hand blindly trying to find the condom while the other was taken by Daiki who was now holding his hand tight in anticipation. Yamada tore apart the wrapping with his teeth and free hand, feeling his chest pumping a little bit too fast as he rolled the rubber down his length. There was hesitation on Daiki’s face and he wished he could just wash it away because part of him really wanted to do this even though he knew he was scared himself deep down.
Slowly and extra carefully, Yamada pressed the tip of his coated shaft against the other’s opening, feeling it stretched up against his arousal but yet gripping tight on it with its muscles. His spine tingled with electrifying jolt when Daiki whimpered, quite surprised with how needy it sounded at the same time. He pushed in delicately, his upper torso leaning down so he could claim those full lips of Daiki’s, almost groaning himself because oh god it felt so good.
He slid his hands to the underside of Daiki’s knees, pulling them up so that he would get a better access as he moved. Daiki shot him a glare when he did that, but he smirked when he watched the other guy curve his body upwards while shutting his eyes, clearly distracted by the new angle. When he saw Daiki trailing his own hand in between their bodies to stroke his abandoned length, Yamada gulped at the sight, realizing that maybe he was actually doing it right and that now Daiki had started to gain pleasure from it.
“Yamada…” Daiki mumbled, breaking the long silence that was created since they started.
“You want me to stop?”
“N-no…” he answered. “Keep… doing it there…”
Blinking, Yamada’s brain couldn’t process this information as fast as he wanted it to, but his body seemed to move on its own accord, keeping the angle that by each second had caused Daiki’s muscles to tighten up on him. He thrusted forward, deeper if he could, and he could feel how his blood was rushing through his veins upon hearing those soft moans and snivels spilling out from Daiki’s lips. His brain failed to function as he felt Daiki’s insides contract not long after. A husky long held moan escaped from the other’s lips as his eyes didn’t fail to catch the white fluid that suddenly just sprouted out from Daiki’s hardened member, the other’s body tensing up beneath him.
He… just made his bandmate come. Holy shit.
When he felt Daiki stop shivering and saw him sinking his body to the bed as he panted, Yamada realized that he had frozen the entire time watching it happened before his very own eyes. He wasn’t sure if he should continue or he should just pull out. Would guys be as sensitive as girls after orgasm? Damn it, Yamada. Think!!
He found himself staring down at Daiki, not moving even an inch. It took Daiki a while to realize but when he did, the other shook his head while smirking to him. Yamada felt like he was the biggest idiot ever.
“Why do you look so surprised?” Daiki sat up, carefully keeping Yamada inside him as he did so. Daiki slowly settled himself on Yamada’s lap, giving the younger boy enough room to straighten up his legs before he fully got himself down on him. “Come on. Get this done with.”
And with that, Daiki pressed his lips against Yamada’s, parting them almost right away to invite the younger boy in, which of course wasn’t wasted by the younger boy. Their bodies glided against one another, the heat from their skin lingered as they moved, causing Yamada to buck his hips up towards the older boy to reach his own climax. It felt closer and more intimate now that they were already passed half way doing it, their touches started to feel more like a need than a mere curiosity.
His stomach tightened up when he felt tension building up in his base, his back bone tingled in the most delightful manner while his hands reached out for Daiki’s neck to pull him closer to him, kissing him almost eagerly. He kept himself close to the older boy as he arch his body towards him, desperately holding onto Daiki as he felt himself coming, gasping and lingering their kisses in the same time.
He didn’t move for a while, and Daiki didn’t even do anything but run his fingers through Yamada’s locks, waiting patiently for him to get his composure back. “Next time…” Daiki whispered. “I’m gonna show you how to do it right,” he chuckled.
“Shut up…” Yamada laughed, collapsing to the bed as he dragged Daiki down with him, grabbing the blanket to wrap their bodies with it in the process.
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They did get to it again the day after, this time Daiki topped. He had to admit that damn, Daiki was a lot better than him because the older boy did it like a pro. He barely felt the pain although he swore he thought he was going to break when Daiki entered him. Maybe he was really inexperienced in this, and that apparently doing it was a lot different than acting all sexy in front of the audience, also that unbuttoning his shirt wasn’t as slow and teasing as how he always did it in concert because all he realized how much he just wanted to get it off right away.
But the thing that he didn’t really expected was how much it actually hurt the day after. His bum felt godly sore and it was rather hard to walk. He kept on wincing on every wrong step he made and he wondered if he made it too obvious that he just got it up in the ass the night before.
“So… Yamada-kun…” Ryutaro spoke up to him when he groaned in pain as he tried to sit down next to the boy.
“Hm?”
“I don’t mean to be rude, but next time the two of you should really keep the voice down. Two days in a row, huh?” he commented.
Yamada turned his face to Ryutaro right away, horror was clearly written on his face. “I d-don’t understand what you are talking about!” he exclaimed.
“Sure, you don’t,” Ryutaro yawned. “There’s a connecting door between our rooms, you know. Be glad that Chinen was a heavy sleeper… though it kept me awake the entire time. Such a nightmare really.”
“E-eh?” Yamada mentally hit his head, cursing over the fact that Daiki and he totally forgot that Ryutaro and Chinen was just next door and that there was a connecting door in between their rooms. It was always locked, of course, but it also did mean that there was lesser barrier blocking noises from their room.
“Don’t worry. I won’t judge. I shall keep an open mind in this kind of era,” Ryutaro stood up, stretching his arms wide as he once again yawned. “Though the government totally needs to start putting this as one of the reasons of Japan’s aging population problem.”
Sometimes Yamada wished that Ryutaro didn’t sound so much like an old man.