~5 Games Takaki and Yamada Played Together
Title: 5 Games Takaki and Yamada Played Together
Author: Jen
Pairing: TakaYama (Takaki x Yamada)
Rating: PG-13 to R
Summary: *points to title*
Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAKAKI YUYA~!!! Have an awesome and fun day with Yamada!
As you can see, this ish for the TakaYama-thon, prompt #234. xP And to make up for depriving you guys of TakaYama fics, I made this one extra long. :3 By the way, the last game they played, it's an actual board game. xDDD
Game #1: Truth or Dare
It ended up being him and Takaki left in playing this game. At first all of JUMP were playing and then practically all of the BEST members passed out from drinking while Daiki and the rest of HS7 fell asleep.
“Maybe we should call it a night,” Yamada suggested, leaning back on his elbows.
“Aww... come on. We barely started,” Takaki retorted. “Truth or dare?”
Yamada felt like being brave and said, “Dare,” for the first time that night.
Takaki’s eyes widen in surprise and then he gave a mischievous smile.
Suddenly, Yamada had a bad feeling about this. “I dare you to... call...” Yamada was about to reach for his phone, assuming it was a prank call dare until he heard, “..me by my first name.”
“Eh?” Yamada blinked in confusion. “Call you by your... first name?”
Takaki nodded. “You always call me ‘Takaki-kun’ and not many people call me ‘Yuya’ besides Yabu and Chinen.”
Yamada nodded at the explanation. “Yu... yu...” he began and suddenly felt self-conscious. Somehow, it felt awkward especially when his eyes made contact with Takaki’s.
“It’s like saying Yuto except you say ‘ya’ at the end like in your name. Not that hard,” Takaki assured him.
“I know that!” Yamada exclaimed, pouting a bit. “I’m not stupid... Yu-y... Yuya...” he practically whispered the name and flushed hard for no reason.
“What? I couldn’t hear you,” Takaki said, moving closer.
“Yuya...” Yamada repeated, just loud enough for Takaki to hear. Takaki smirked, causing Yamada to blush. “Umm... my turn! Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Takaki chose, staring at him.
Yamada looked away, trying to think of a question. “Do you like anyone?”
“Yes, I do.”
Yamada’s eyes widen, his heart almost stopping. “Who?”
“Well I already answered your question~ You can ask me next time.”
The younger member sighed, pouting. “Dare,” he stated without waiting for Takaki to ask.
“I dare you to give me a sexy lap dance.”
“...EHHH?” Yamada was shocked with the request.
“If you do, I’ll tell you who I like,” Takaki offered, winking at him.
“But I dunno how to give one!” Yamada protested, completely red.
Takaki wrapped his fingers around Yamada’s wrist and pulled him towards his lap.
“What are you doing?!” Yamada exclaimed, surprised that he ended up on Takaki. He froze as Takaki had a hold on his hips.
“So you start moving sensually... like you’re rolling your hips and doing thrusts like in Asia no Yoru...” Takaki whispered in his ear.
Yamada nodded slowly, as if he were in a trance and subconsciously began giving Takaki a lap dance as if he had done it all his life.
“You can stop now,” Takaki told him before pulling him down, kissing his neck.
Yamada squirmed with the new feeling. “Taka... Takaki-kun... what...”
“I like you,” Takaki murmured.
The younger boy blushed furiously. “I like you, too... but... don’t you think we’re going a bit too fast?” he asked as Takaki slipped a hand under his shirt.
“Hmm... not really,” Takaki answered as he proceeded pushing up his shirt and Yamada smacked him, yelling out, “Pervert!” He was going to leave but got worried when he heard no sound after a thump. Yamada looked and saw Takaki laying on the ground, passed out. He didn’t think that he hit that hard and then remembered that Takaki had drank quite a bit with BEST.
That was when he realized something. “...Don’t tell me you’re going to forget what happened tonight...”
Game #2: Are You Nervous?
It was the day of their first concert and Yamada was getting a bit anxious. He arrived at the venue earlier than anyone else. Yamada stood up and paced back and forth, trying to calm down his beating heart.
Until he felt himself pulled into someone’s familiar arms. Even though this was a daily routine, he squeaked a bit, holding onto those big hands for support.
“What’s wrong, Yama-chan? You’re a bit jumpy today,” Takaki observed, turning him around.
“I’m just... a bit nervous,” Yamada admitted, breathing out slowly.
Takaki led him to the chairs and Yamada sat down, sighing. “I know a way to calm you down.”
Yamada looked up with hopeful eyes. “Really?”
Takaki smiled with a glint in his eyes, or maybe Yamada was just imaginging it. “It’s called ‘Are You Nervous?’. Have you ever played it?”
The younger boy shook his head. “Basically I put a hand on you and ask, ‘Are you nervous?’ If you say no, I continue. If you say yes, I stop. Get it?”
Yamada nodded. When Takaki put his hand on his head and patted it, he asked that question. Yamada smiled and shook his head. On the contrary, it felt nice.
When Takaki touched his cheek, Yamada flinched a bit, feeling his heart speed up. “How about now?” Again, Yamada had the same answer.
Takaki moved down from his shoulder, arm, hand, waist, stomach, and finally down to his knee. “Still not nervous, Yama-chan?” Takaki questioned him, pursing his lips.
“Of course not.” Yamada smiled and when Takaki’s fingers moved up to his thigh, he tensed up.
“Are you nervous?” Takaki asked in a certain tone.
Yamada bit his bottom lip, feeling butterflies in his stomach all over again. But this time for a different reason. “N-not really,” he heard himself stuttering.
“Hmm...” Takaki slid his hand upper, dangerously close to a certain area and squeezed gently. “Are you nervous, Yama-chan?”
Yamada couldn’t take it anymore and stood up suddenly. “Not at all! Haha, thanks for helping me get over my nervousness. That really worked.. I better go and uhh... change into my costume and you know get ready,” Yamada said all too quickly before leaving as fast as he could.
Game #3: Strip Poker
“No, just no,” Yamada said, shaking his head.
“Why not?” Takaki asked, frowning a bit.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Yamada retorted, staring at the cards in his hand. There was no way Takaki was going to convince him to play that.
“But it’ll be more exciting than money. I’ll buy you mangas.”
Yamada felt tempted but no matter what, he wasn’t going to give in.
“And strawberries.”
And with that one magical word, they ended up playing. After quite a few rounds, Yamada was left with his shirt and boxers while Takaki was half naked with his jeans still on.
Yamada was determined to win and looked at his cards. Three kings already with a two and three. He was bound to be the winner. “Two please,” Yamada said, putting down the useless cards. Takaki gave him two and got a pair of queens. How lucky could he get? Yamada smiled to himself and waited for Takaki to put down his cards. “ So what do you have?”
When Takaki placed down his cards, Yamada’s eyes grew wide in shock. Four of a kind fives. “You rigged it!” Yamada exclaimed.
“Just because you don’t want to take off your shirt and let me see your body...” Takaki said, smirking.
Yamada took off his shirt and threw it in the pile of clothes next to them. “There. Happy?”
Takaki licked his lips and stared at him, nodding. Suddenly, Yamada felt uncomfortable as he shuffled the deck and dealt the cards. And to Yamada’s luck, he got two pairs but Takaki managed to get a straight.
“I’m not playing anymore!” Yamada told him when he threw the cards at Takaki. He reached for his shirt when Takaki pinned him down on the ground.
“I kinda like an angry Yama-chan,” Takaki said while Yamada struggled. Obviously, Takaki was stronger. “Let me help you take off the only piece of clothing left...”
“NO! NO! LET ME GO, YOU PERVERT!”
“No! Stop it... No...“
“No... ahh... N-no... not there... mm...”
Game #4: Love Dice
“If you play this game with Takaki-kun, he won’t neglect you as much.” Which was what Yamada was told. Takaki had been busy with a drama recently and hadn’t spent much time with Yamada.
He went to Takaki and asked, “What are you doing?”
“Going over the script,” Takaki answered, sighing.
“Maybe you should take a little break,” Yamada suggested. “We can play a game for a few minutes, can’t we?”
Takaki pursed his lips before putting the script down. “Sounds good. What game?”
“Maybe this one?” Yamada brought out the love dice. He noticed Takaki’s eyebrow raised but said nothing. Having not played it, he rolled it first. “Touch. Lips,” he read before leaning forward and lightly brushing Takaki’s lips with his index finger.
When Takaki rolled, Yamada stared in disbelief at the outcome. “Lick. Neck.” Yamada looked up to find Takaki pulling him in. The younger boy’s breath hitched when Takaki’s tongue slid across his neck sensually.
Yamada swallowed before rolling again. “Squeeze. Below Waist.” Yamada reached over and squeezed Takaki’s thigh quickly before sitting in his original position, blushing.
It was when Takaki rolled that Yamada felt like cursing the person who suggested the game. Yes, Takaki was now paying attention to him but at this rate, they were going to... not that Yamada minded but... he really wasn’t in the mood... or so he told himself.
“Suck. Nipples.” Takaki moved closer while Yamada leaned back until he was laying down. The older boy slowly lifted up his shirt. Yamada squirmed a bit in anticipation as Takaki’s hot breath hovered over his erecting buds. When Takaki’s lips and tongue came in contact, Yamada moaned. And soon his clothes left his body, too...
Game #5: Dirty Minds
“Hey Yama-chan, want to play this game with me?” Takaki asked as he began taking a black box out of a bag.
Yamada plopped down next to Takaki, smiling. “Sure!” Though his smile faded when he saw the name. “Dirty Mind: The Game of Naughty Clues,” he read out loud, furrowing his brows a bit.
“It’s also known as the world’s cleanest dirty game,” Takaki informed him, taking the cover off. “Apparently, the dirtier the mind you have, the worse you’ll be at playing this game.”
“Doesn’t that mean you’ll be the one losing?” Yamada asked as he saw Takaki shuffling the stack of cards. After all, Takaki was always the one making perverted comments all the time.
Takaki smirked at him. “We’ll see if you have a dirty mind like me. Maybe dirtier than I thought...”
Yamada felt his cheeks grow warmer. “I don’t have one unlike you pervert!” he exclaimed. “Watch me own you at this game.”
“Fine, I’ll ask first,” Takaki said, getting the card from the top of the deck. “What goes in hard and pink and then comes out soft and sticky?” he asked with a grin.
Yamada automatically flushed red with one obvious answer in his head. It didn’t help that Takaki had his legs wide open, staring at him and waiting for an answer. But no! That wasn’t the right answer. What else could it be? Yamada tried thinking of another answer but it was practically impossible.
“Yama-chan, your time is about up,” Takaki sing-songed, placing the card down.
“I-I... umm... don’t know...” Yamada muttered, turning his head away.
“Bubblegum,” Takaki told him the answer, chuckling a bit. “What else did you think it was?” he inquired, leaning closer and blowing into Yamada’s ear gently.
Yamada moved away, swallowing hard. “Who knows? It was just a hard question.”
“I know,” Takaki said, his sly smile growing.
That was when Yamada noticed his own choice of words. “I meant difficult! Whatever!” Yamada picked up a card. “I get laid in an alley. I often end up in the middle of your split. When you slip your finger inside me... I'm ready to roll.” Yamada felt his face burning already. He quickly looked down for the answer and then mentally face palmed himself. That made sense. He doubted Takaki could get it right.
“Hmm...” Takaki tapped a finger against his chin. “So... you got laid in an alley... didn’t that happen like a few weeks ago?” Yamada became flustered when he made a trip back to memory lane and directed his eyes down at his hands.
“I end up in the middle of your split every single time anyway...” Yamada bit his bottom lip, feeling a bit uncomfortable and extremely embarrassed.
“As for the finger part...” Yamada’s hands covered Takaki’s mouth, not wanting him to say anymore.
“Just answer the question. You’ve got a minute left,” Yamada murmured, feeling a bit irked that Takaki seemed to be having so much fun.
“A bowling ball, right?” Takaki guessed when Yamada removed his hands.
Yamada frowned and reluctantly nodded. “Yeah... you just got lucky that time. That’s all!” he said as they went on.
However, Yamada couldn’t answer any of the upcoming ones while Takaki miraculously did so correctly. In Yamada’s mind, the riddles were so dirty. He mentally cursed the creators of the game. Now it was Yamada’s turn and if he couldn’t guess this one right, he would lose.
“What can vigorously go in and out of your mouth and produce a white substance; making you feel refreshed and waiting till after dinner for more?” Takaki asked with that irritating smirk.
Yamada gulped for the millionth time and shifted a bit once more. All these questions were making him have dirty thoughts and he was seriously getting uncomfortable down there. And the trigger was Takaki getting close to him, kissing his neck, blowing in his ear, touching him lightly, and other “innocent” things the older boy usually did to him.
Time was running out for him, too, and as much as Yamada didn’t want to lose, he was going to. “I dunno...”
Takaki flipped the card over, revealing the answer to him. “A toothbrush with toothpaste on it. You’re really bad at this, Yama-chan. And I thought you were less perverted than me... what kind of things have you been thinking about?”
“Nothing. I’m just... bad at games in general. That’s all.”
“Really? You’ve been saying that a lot,” Takaki asked with a tone of disbelief. “Don’t tell me you thought it was this little guy...” Takaki said in a husky voice, palming him gently.
Yamada moaned softly, grabbing onto Takaki’s shirt out of reflex.
“I’ll give you one more chance. If you get it right, I’ll give it to you,” Takaki whispered hotly, stroking him through his pants. Yamada was already whimpering and panting heavily. All coherent thoughts disappeared. “I want to suck it.” Yamada moved onto Takaki’s lap. “I want to run my tongue all over it.” Yamada began unbuttoning Takaki’s shirt. “And wanna fill it in my mouth. That’s how I lick-”
Yamada crashed their lips together before Takaki could finish while the card fluttered down to the ground, face up with the answer at the bottom: “Ice cream.”
Author: Jen
Pairing: TakaYama (Takaki x Yamada)
Rating: PG-13 to R
Summary: *points to title*
Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAKAKI YUYA~!!! Have an awesome and fun day with Yamada!
As you can see, this ish for the TakaYama-thon, prompt #234. xP And to make up for depriving you guys of TakaYama fics, I made this one extra long. :3 By the way, the last game they played, it's an actual board game. xDDD
Game #1: Truth or Dare
It ended up being him and Takaki left in playing this game. At first all of JUMP were playing and then practically all of the BEST members passed out from drinking while Daiki and the rest of HS7 fell asleep.
“Maybe we should call it a night,” Yamada suggested, leaning back on his elbows.
“Aww... come on. We barely started,” Takaki retorted. “Truth or dare?”
Yamada felt like being brave and said, “Dare,” for the first time that night.
Takaki’s eyes widen in surprise and then he gave a mischievous smile.
Suddenly, Yamada had a bad feeling about this. “I dare you to... call...” Yamada was about to reach for his phone, assuming it was a prank call dare until he heard, “..me by my first name.”
“Eh?” Yamada blinked in confusion. “Call you by your... first name?”
Takaki nodded. “You always call me ‘Takaki-kun’ and not many people call me ‘Yuya’ besides Yabu and Chinen.”
Yamada nodded at the explanation. “Yu... yu...” he began and suddenly felt self-conscious. Somehow, it felt awkward especially when his eyes made contact with Takaki’s.
“It’s like saying Yuto except you say ‘ya’ at the end like in your name. Not that hard,” Takaki assured him.
“I know that!” Yamada exclaimed, pouting a bit. “I’m not stupid... Yu-y... Yuya...” he practically whispered the name and flushed hard for no reason.
“What? I couldn’t hear you,” Takaki said, moving closer.
“Yuya...” Yamada repeated, just loud enough for Takaki to hear. Takaki smirked, causing Yamada to blush. “Umm... my turn! Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Takaki chose, staring at him.
Yamada looked away, trying to think of a question. “Do you like anyone?”
“Yes, I do.”
Yamada’s eyes widen, his heart almost stopping. “Who?”
“Well I already answered your question~ You can ask me next time.”
The younger member sighed, pouting. “Dare,” he stated without waiting for Takaki to ask.
“I dare you to give me a sexy lap dance.”
“...EHHH?” Yamada was shocked with the request.
“If you do, I’ll tell you who I like,” Takaki offered, winking at him.
“But I dunno how to give one!” Yamada protested, completely red.
Takaki wrapped his fingers around Yamada’s wrist and pulled him towards his lap.
“What are you doing?!” Yamada exclaimed, surprised that he ended up on Takaki. He froze as Takaki had a hold on his hips.
“So you start moving sensually... like you’re rolling your hips and doing thrusts like in Asia no Yoru...” Takaki whispered in his ear.
Yamada nodded slowly, as if he were in a trance and subconsciously began giving Takaki a lap dance as if he had done it all his life.
“You can stop now,” Takaki told him before pulling him down, kissing his neck.
Yamada squirmed with the new feeling. “Taka... Takaki-kun... what...”
“I like you,” Takaki murmured.
The younger boy blushed furiously. “I like you, too... but... don’t you think we’re going a bit too fast?” he asked as Takaki slipped a hand under his shirt.
“Hmm... not really,” Takaki answered as he proceeded pushing up his shirt and Yamada smacked him, yelling out, “Pervert!” He was going to leave but got worried when he heard no sound after a thump. Yamada looked and saw Takaki laying on the ground, passed out. He didn’t think that he hit that hard and then remembered that Takaki had drank quite a bit with BEST.
That was when he realized something. “...Don’t tell me you’re going to forget what happened tonight...”
Game #2: Are You Nervous?
It was the day of their first concert and Yamada was getting a bit anxious. He arrived at the venue earlier than anyone else. Yamada stood up and paced back and forth, trying to calm down his beating heart.
Until he felt himself pulled into someone’s familiar arms. Even though this was a daily routine, he squeaked a bit, holding onto those big hands for support.
“What’s wrong, Yama-chan? You’re a bit jumpy today,” Takaki observed, turning him around.
“I’m just... a bit nervous,” Yamada admitted, breathing out slowly.
Takaki led him to the chairs and Yamada sat down, sighing. “I know a way to calm you down.”
Yamada looked up with hopeful eyes. “Really?”
Takaki smiled with a glint in his eyes, or maybe Yamada was just imaginging it. “It’s called ‘Are You Nervous?’. Have you ever played it?”
The younger boy shook his head. “Basically I put a hand on you and ask, ‘Are you nervous?’ If you say no, I continue. If you say yes, I stop. Get it?”
Yamada nodded. When Takaki put his hand on his head and patted it, he asked that question. Yamada smiled and shook his head. On the contrary, it felt nice.
When Takaki touched his cheek, Yamada flinched a bit, feeling his heart speed up. “How about now?” Again, Yamada had the same answer.
Takaki moved down from his shoulder, arm, hand, waist, stomach, and finally down to his knee. “Still not nervous, Yama-chan?” Takaki questioned him, pursing his lips.
“Of course not.” Yamada smiled and when Takaki’s fingers moved up to his thigh, he tensed up.
“Are you nervous?” Takaki asked in a certain tone.
Yamada bit his bottom lip, feeling butterflies in his stomach all over again. But this time for a different reason. “N-not really,” he heard himself stuttering.
“Hmm...” Takaki slid his hand upper, dangerously close to a certain area and squeezed gently. “Are you nervous, Yama-chan?”
Yamada couldn’t take it anymore and stood up suddenly. “Not at all! Haha, thanks for helping me get over my nervousness. That really worked.. I better go and uhh... change into my costume and you know get ready,” Yamada said all too quickly before leaving as fast as he could.
Game #3: Strip Poker
“No, just no,” Yamada said, shaking his head.
“Why not?” Takaki asked, frowning a bit.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Yamada retorted, staring at the cards in his hand. There was no way Takaki was going to convince him to play that.
“But it’ll be more exciting than money. I’ll buy you mangas.”
Yamada felt tempted but no matter what, he wasn’t going to give in.
“And strawberries.”
And with that one magical word, they ended up playing. After quite a few rounds, Yamada was left with his shirt and boxers while Takaki was half naked with his jeans still on.
Yamada was determined to win and looked at his cards. Three kings already with a two and three. He was bound to be the winner. “Two please,” Yamada said, putting down the useless cards. Takaki gave him two and got a pair of queens. How lucky could he get? Yamada smiled to himself and waited for Takaki to put down his cards. “ So what do you have?”
When Takaki placed down his cards, Yamada’s eyes grew wide in shock. Four of a kind fives. “You rigged it!” Yamada exclaimed.
“Just because you don’t want to take off your shirt and let me see your body...” Takaki said, smirking.
Yamada took off his shirt and threw it in the pile of clothes next to them. “There. Happy?”
Takaki licked his lips and stared at him, nodding. Suddenly, Yamada felt uncomfortable as he shuffled the deck and dealt the cards. And to Yamada’s luck, he got two pairs but Takaki managed to get a straight.
“I’m not playing anymore!” Yamada told him when he threw the cards at Takaki. He reached for his shirt when Takaki pinned him down on the ground.
“I kinda like an angry Yama-chan,” Takaki said while Yamada struggled. Obviously, Takaki was stronger. “Let me help you take off the only piece of clothing left...”
“NO! NO! LET ME GO, YOU PERVERT!”
“No! Stop it... No...“
“No... ahh... N-no... not there... mm...”
Game #4: Love Dice
“If you play this game with Takaki-kun, he won’t neglect you as much.” Which was what Yamada was told. Takaki had been busy with a drama recently and hadn’t spent much time with Yamada.
He went to Takaki and asked, “What are you doing?”
“Going over the script,” Takaki answered, sighing.
“Maybe you should take a little break,” Yamada suggested. “We can play a game for a few minutes, can’t we?”
Takaki pursed his lips before putting the script down. “Sounds good. What game?”
“Maybe this one?” Yamada brought out the love dice. He noticed Takaki’s eyebrow raised but said nothing. Having not played it, he rolled it first. “Touch. Lips,” he read before leaning forward and lightly brushing Takaki’s lips with his index finger.
When Takaki rolled, Yamada stared in disbelief at the outcome. “Lick. Neck.” Yamada looked up to find Takaki pulling him in. The younger boy’s breath hitched when Takaki’s tongue slid across his neck sensually.
Yamada swallowed before rolling again. “Squeeze. Below Waist.” Yamada reached over and squeezed Takaki’s thigh quickly before sitting in his original position, blushing.
It was when Takaki rolled that Yamada felt like cursing the person who suggested the game. Yes, Takaki was now paying attention to him but at this rate, they were going to... not that Yamada minded but... he really wasn’t in the mood... or so he told himself.
“Suck. Nipples.” Takaki moved closer while Yamada leaned back until he was laying down. The older boy slowly lifted up his shirt. Yamada squirmed a bit in anticipation as Takaki’s hot breath hovered over his erecting buds. When Takaki’s lips and tongue came in contact, Yamada moaned. And soon his clothes left his body, too...
Game #5: Dirty Minds
“Hey Yama-chan, want to play this game with me?” Takaki asked as he began taking a black box out of a bag.
Yamada plopped down next to Takaki, smiling. “Sure!” Though his smile faded when he saw the name. “Dirty Mind: The Game of Naughty Clues,” he read out loud, furrowing his brows a bit.
“It’s also known as the world’s cleanest dirty game,” Takaki informed him, taking the cover off. “Apparently, the dirtier the mind you have, the worse you’ll be at playing this game.”
“Doesn’t that mean you’ll be the one losing?” Yamada asked as he saw Takaki shuffling the stack of cards. After all, Takaki was always the one making perverted comments all the time.
Takaki smirked at him. “We’ll see if you have a dirty mind like me. Maybe dirtier than I thought...”
Yamada felt his cheeks grow warmer. “I don’t have one unlike you pervert!” he exclaimed. “Watch me own you at this game.”
“Fine, I’ll ask first,” Takaki said, getting the card from the top of the deck. “What goes in hard and pink and then comes out soft and sticky?” he asked with a grin.
Yamada automatically flushed red with one obvious answer in his head. It didn’t help that Takaki had his legs wide open, staring at him and waiting for an answer. But no! That wasn’t the right answer. What else could it be? Yamada tried thinking of another answer but it was practically impossible.
“Yama-chan, your time is about up,” Takaki sing-songed, placing the card down.
“I-I... umm... don’t know...” Yamada muttered, turning his head away.
“Bubblegum,” Takaki told him the answer, chuckling a bit. “What else did you think it was?” he inquired, leaning closer and blowing into Yamada’s ear gently.
Yamada moved away, swallowing hard. “Who knows? It was just a hard question.”
“I know,” Takaki said, his sly smile growing.
That was when Yamada noticed his own choice of words. “I meant difficult! Whatever!” Yamada picked up a card. “I get laid in an alley. I often end up in the middle of your split. When you slip your finger inside me... I'm ready to roll.” Yamada felt his face burning already. He quickly looked down for the answer and then mentally face palmed himself. That made sense. He doubted Takaki could get it right.
“Hmm...” Takaki tapped a finger against his chin. “So... you got laid in an alley... didn’t that happen like a few weeks ago?” Yamada became flustered when he made a trip back to memory lane and directed his eyes down at his hands.
“I end up in the middle of your split every single time anyway...” Yamada bit his bottom lip, feeling a bit uncomfortable and extremely embarrassed.
“As for the finger part...” Yamada’s hands covered Takaki’s mouth, not wanting him to say anymore.
“Just answer the question. You’ve got a minute left,” Yamada murmured, feeling a bit irked that Takaki seemed to be having so much fun.
“A bowling ball, right?” Takaki guessed when Yamada removed his hands.
Yamada frowned and reluctantly nodded. “Yeah... you just got lucky that time. That’s all!” he said as they went on.
However, Yamada couldn’t answer any of the upcoming ones while Takaki miraculously did so correctly. In Yamada’s mind, the riddles were so dirty. He mentally cursed the creators of the game. Now it was Yamada’s turn and if he couldn’t guess this one right, he would lose.
“What can vigorously go in and out of your mouth and produce a white substance; making you feel refreshed and waiting till after dinner for more?” Takaki asked with that irritating smirk.
Yamada gulped for the millionth time and shifted a bit once more. All these questions were making him have dirty thoughts and he was seriously getting uncomfortable down there. And the trigger was Takaki getting close to him, kissing his neck, blowing in his ear, touching him lightly, and other “innocent” things the older boy usually did to him.
Time was running out for him, too, and as much as Yamada didn’t want to lose, he was going to. “I dunno...”
Takaki flipped the card over, revealing the answer to him. “A toothbrush with toothpaste on it. You’re really bad at this, Yama-chan. And I thought you were less perverted than me... what kind of things have you been thinking about?”
“Nothing. I’m just... bad at games in general. That’s all.”
“Really? You’ve been saying that a lot,” Takaki asked with a tone of disbelief. “Don’t tell me you thought it was this little guy...” Takaki said in a husky voice, palming him gently.
Yamada moaned softly, grabbing onto Takaki’s shirt out of reflex.
“I’ll give you one more chance. If you get it right, I’ll give it to you,” Takaki whispered hotly, stroking him through his pants. Yamada was already whimpering and panting heavily. All coherent thoughts disappeared. “I want to suck it.” Yamada moved onto Takaki’s lap. “I want to run my tongue all over it.” Yamada began unbuttoning Takaki’s shirt. “And wanna fill it in my mouth. That’s how I lick-”
Yamada crashed their lips together before Takaki could finish while the card fluttered down to the ground, face up with the answer at the bottom: “Ice cream.”