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Title: Sleep Together
Pairing: Yasuda/Subaru
Rating: NC-17
Notes: This fic is 24,238 words, which LJ hates so I'm going to have to split it. And it's a sequel to [3 Ossans] Best Friends. There's smut and angst and fluff and everything.
Shota couldn’t take his eyes off Subaru for the rest of the afternoon of filming. On camera, Hina smacked him and teased him for being slow. Off camera, Yoko glared at him with a look that told him he’d better get his act together before anyone else noticed something was going on. The two other Ossans were always the most sensitive to shifts in the group’s dynamics, and even if they hadn’t worked out exactly what had happened, they knew something was up.
Subaru was being overly affectionate with Maru still, and Yasuda began to wonder if Subaru was actually interested in the bassist instead now, or whether it was a plot to get Yasu jealous, or whether it was because Shota had been neglecting his friend and he had to look elsewhere for attention. Had Yasuda been neglecting Subaru? He had tried to be a little more careful around the singer after that night to minimise the risk of upsetting him again, but maybe Subaru had thought Yasuda was leaving him alone?
The producer announced they’d finished for the day, and Shota sighed in relief. Then Hina and Yoko approached him and he began to panic again. The two Ossans smiled in a way that was probably meant to be far less threatening than it seemed to the small male, and flanked him for the short walk back to the gakuya.
“Something’s happened between you and Subaru, and you’re going to tell me about it right now.” Yoko announced coolly, pulling the guitarist down onto the couch.
Yasuda could feel his cheeks flame as he thought about what had happened on that night. He’d been thinking about that night rather a lot, and the thought of sharing it with anyone else other than Subaru was almost too much.
“We know we haven’t been spending as much time with Subaru as we should.” Hina put in, almost startling the guitarist as he spoke on his other side. “But lately he’s been rejecting our offers to do anything together.”
“Oh.” Yasu squeaked.
“So he’s either happily attached or upset over someone.” Hina continued. “And because he’s throwing himself at Maru, I’m betting he’s upset.”
“Over you.” Yoko finished.
“He won’t chase you.” Hina said softly, glancing over at Subaru who seemed to be trying to prevent Maru’s departure. “If you’re running, he’ll think you’re running away, and he won’t try to chase you. So if you do want him, you’re going to have to go and tell him.”
“But...I...” Yasuda stuttered, cheeks positively glowing by this stage.
“Yasu, if you didn’t like him, you wouldn’t be getting this worked up.” Yoko said bluntly, silencing any further protests from the guitarist.
“Yasu, please talk to him and work it out. For all of our sakes.” Hina pleaded sincerely. “I don’t know exactly what happened between you that’s made it like this, and I don’t really need to know...”
“I do.” Yoko interrupted.
“Kimi, forget it. Look Yasu, I don’t care what happened, but I do care about both you and Subaru very much, so I need you to resolve it with him.”
“I want to know.” Yoko pouted. Hina opened his mouth to tell the oldest off again, but didn’t get a chance before Maru stood up and bade his farewells.
“Bye everyone.” He smiled and waved, wrestling his arm free of Subaru’s grip as he did so. He was much bigger and stronger than the singer so he easily escaped him, shot him a significant look, and left. Subaru frowned, rubbed his wrist and wandered absently away from the door. Not looking where he was going, he ended up wandering in the direction of the other Ossans and the guitarist.
“Now, Yasu.” Hina encouraged softly, poking him in the ribs. Yasuda gulped.
“Um, Subaru?”
“Oh, Yasu.” Subaru sounded dazed as he turned around and noticed how close he was to the younger male. “Come and get ramen with me.”
It didn’t sound like a question, and wasn’t really a demand either. It sounded like a statement more than anything. Hina gave Shota another jab in the ribs.
“Okay, I’ll just get my stuff.”
“Cool.”
Somehow Shota managed to collect himself mentally and start making small talk to Subaru. The singer smiled and began to talk back. Idly they chatted about work, the weather, clothes they’d each bought recently, and everything except themselves. The topics relieved Shota, and soon he found himself relaxing back into the role of Subaru’s best friend.
First they went and stuffed themselves on ramen. Subaru made silly faces and Yasuda clapped and laughed. The night was still young and their wallets were still heavy, so they decided to do a bit of shopping. They tried on anything that was remotely flattering, colourful or sparkly. This provided another few hours of entertainment, until the sun had long gone down and Yasuda was starting to yawn. Subaru noticed this and asked
“Want to go back to my place?”
Shota stretched and shook his head apologetically.
“I’d like to, but my sister’s coming over tonight and I haven’t seen her in a while so I’d like to spend some time with her.”
“Oh, okay.” Subaru sounded sad.
“Subaru, I really would love to, but I’m still not sure about dating you.” The last half of the sentence blended together and came out as little more than a squeak.
“Oh?” Subaru quirked an eyebrow.
“And I would want to go slowly because you’d be my first boyfriend and...” Shota’s rapid babbling trailed off as he raised his eyes to his friend’s. “I want you to seduce me.”
“Oh.”
“Can you please say something else?” Shota muttered, looking down again.
“Why do you want me to seduce you, Shota?” Subaru asked softly, still not entirely sure he’d heard his friend correctly.
“I...can’t stop thinking of that night. I can’t stop thinking about you.” Yasuda breathed deeply, remembering the look of pure desire that had been in the singer’s eyes - Yasuda’s most vivid memory of that night. “And I know what I did was wrong...”
“You know?” Subaru echoed humourlessly.
“I don’t know anymore.” Shota replied, an edge starting to creep into his voice. “I thought it was wrong, the way I...but now it just seemed so...I missed you so much when you weren’t spending time with me, and I thought it was just because you were my best friend, but now I think I wanted you. I want you, Subaru.”
Subaru looked a little taken aback, and he said nothing for a few seconds as he tried to piece together Shota’s fractured commentary.
“Why the seduction then?”
“I’m just still not sure I’m ready.” Shota answered, wiping his eyes of the tears that had leaked along with the thoughts that had been plaguing him for weeks. “And I want to be ready, so I need you to take a bit of time. I need you to make me want you.”
Subaru was quiet again.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come back to my place?” He asked again, a smile tugging on the corner of his mouth.
Shota managed a slight smile back.
“No, I really should spend time with my sister. She brought her baby along and it’s...”
Subaru put his hands over his ears and began singing, tired of Shota’s gushing over the damned kid. Shota bit his lip to stop himself. Subaru noticed after a minute and stopped.
“I better take you home then.”
“But...”
“...to your house.”
“Oh. Yes.”
“In my car.”
“Yes.”
“Which is over this way.”
“Yes.”
A little embarrassed, Shota followed Subaru back to his car, thanking him as he opened the passenger door before climbing inside.
Neither spoke much for the brief trip back to Yasuda’s house. Subaru pretended he needed all of his concentration to drive, and Yasu played along. After a few minutes, Subaru pulled up in front of Yasuda’s house.
“Well, we’re here.” He announced cheerfully, switching the ignition off.
“Yep.” Shota shook his head to clear it. “Oh, right. Here.”
“Where did you think we were?” Subaru laughed good-naturedly.
“I just...spaced out I guess.” Shota smiled shyly before twisting around to fish his bag out of the back seat.
“Careful, or you’ll turn into Ohkura.”
Yasuda laughed slightly and turned back around, aiming for the door handle, but before he could reach it, Subaru caught his shoulder and drew him closer. He moved as though to kiss the younger boy, only veering away at the last second to bring his lips to Shota’s ear.
“You will be mine.” He whispered breathily, and a shiver ran down Yasu’s spine.
“I...thanks, bye.” The guitarist squeaked, breaking away and opening the door. For a moment he could have sworn something brushed his backside, but when he turned around, Subaru was sitting placidly with both hands on the wheel, smiling amicably at him.
“Bye Yasu. See you at work tomorrow.”
“Bye.” Shota echoed, a little dazed and confused. He shut the door and waved good bye as the singer drove off. Remembering suddenly that his sister was inside and waiting for him, he blinked hard, shook his head, and made his way inside.
~~~
Over the next few days at work Subaru’s hand connected with Shota’s rear at least a three times a day. The first time had been a gentle brush as Subaru walked past, swinging his arms idly, and Yasu could easily have believed he’d simply imagined the touch.
The second time could easily have been an accident too. Subaru had dropped his plectrum and misjudged the distance to it, outstretched hand bumping lightly into Shota and making him jump and turn quickly. Subaru had looked up at him innocuously and held the small plastic pick out by way of explanation.
As the week went on, Yasuda became less sure they were accidents. Especially when, at the end of their lunch break on the fourth day, Subaru had stuck his hand in Yasu’s back pocket and began rummaging around in it.
“What are you doing?” Shota asked, twisting around to stare incredulously at the singer.
“I need change for the vending machine.” Subaru answered calmly, continuing to grope around.
“I don’t keep change in my back pocket, you know that.”
“I do?” Subaru sounded so sincere that Yasuda couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not.
“Yeah, I keep it in my front pocket because I don’t like sitting on it.”
“Oh thanks.” Subaru smiled and pulled his hand out of Yasuda’s back pocket. Before the guitarist had a chance to work out what the singer was thinking, Subaru’s hand darted into his front pocket and began fishing vigorously around in there. Shota let out a surprised yip and had to struggle to stay upright. Numerous times he felt Subaru’s fingers connect with the only coin that in there, but it still seemed to take the older male two full minutes to get a proper grip on it.
Finally he pulled out the 500 yen piece, brandishing it triumphantly and grinning childishly.
“Thanks, Shochan~!” He sung, skipping away to buy himself a drink.
Yasuda’s legs did give out on him then, and he collapsed into a convenient chair.
“You know, it would have been easier if you’d just given him the money.” Ryo drawled from somewhere nearby. A little startled Shota, turned around to see the singer stretched out across a nearby couch, head in his own lover’s lap.
“But...he didn’t give me a chance to.” Shota argued softly, crossing his legs in an attempt to get rid of the tingly sensation that remained between them.
“It’s fairly easy. Watch.” Ryo sat up suddenly and turned his to face a rather bemused Ohkura. Ryo put on his best pleading face and held his hands out, silently begging. Ohkura rolled his eyes and dug his wallet out of his pocket. He placed a shiny 500 yen coin in the raven-haired boy’s hands and smiled the gentle smirk of someone being subtly condescending to a child.
“Thank you, Tacchon.” Ryo sung, closing his hands around the coin and kissing his lover on the cheek before turning back to the guitarist. “See?”
“You can pay me back later.” Ohkura told the singer quietly, kissing his forehead.
“Ne, Tacchon?” Ryo began again, swinging around to face his boyfriend once more. “Can you get me a drink?”
He put the coin he’d just received back in the drummer’s hand and smiled brilliantly. Ohkura looked puzzled for a moment, before sighing and getting up.
“You’re definitely paying me back later.” He informed the dark-haired boy, and left the room. Ryo stared blatantly at the taller boy’s bottom for a few seconds, before deciding to get up and chase him out of the room, leaving Shota alone once more. Shota sighed and slumped back into his chair.
He didn’t get long to relax though before something cold was pressed to the back of his neck. Yasuda squealed and leapt out of his seat, wheeling around to find the culprit.
Of course, it was Subaru, who took the opportunity to slide down into Yasu’s vacated seat.
“Ooh.” He said, wriggling to get himself comfortable. “Still warm.”
“Subaru...” Shota whined, tears already threatening to spill.
“I got you apple tea.” Subaru told him, holding up a can. “There was no peach left, and I didn’t think you liked the lemon so much.”
“Thank you.” Yasu whispered meekly, edging towards the seat in the hope of being able to snatch the can away and escape to the safety of the other lounge, but Subaru caught his arm and dragged him down into the chair. The chair, however, wasn’t very big, and so he was forced to sing on the singer’s lap.
Shota tried to balance precariously on the older boy’s knee, but found it highly uncomfortable. Partly because he was having difficulty relaxing with Subaru’s not-so-steadying hand sitting on his hip, and partly because the singer was just so bony.
“Subaru, let’s just sit on the couch.” He pleaded, wrestling free of the other’s loose hold to stand up and move seating. Subaru followed compliantly, immediately setting his open can down and lying down, head in the guitarist’s lap. Yasuda fidgeted for a minute, unsure of where to rest his free arm. The back of the couch was a bit high for him, and the only other option was Subaru’s torso. Subaru quickly made the decision for him, hugging Shota’s arm to his chest.
The guitarist drank his tea in quick, nervous sips. Subaru decided to explore his own body with the hand of Shota’s that he had captive. First he brought the hand up to his face, letting the guitarist’s calloused fingers trail over his eyelids and down his cheeks. When they came down to his lips, he gently kissed each digit.
Shota forced himself to relax a little, and just let Subaru play as he wished. His hand was moved down to Subaru’s left ear. He stroked it a little, earning a soft coo of delight from the older boy. Subaru also seemed pleased when he toyed with the singer’s stretcher earring, batting it lightly with his fingers until Subaru decided that was enough and brought Yasu’s hand back to his mouth.
This time, instead of kissing the younger male’s digits, he nibbled on them softly, scraping his teeth lightly over the sensitive pads. It was Yasuda who gave in first this time, pulling his fingers out just before the temptation to force his fingers into Subaru’s mouth was able to manifest itself properly.
Of his own accord he began to stroke Subaru’s right ear, digits idly roaming in search of the most sensitive point. He knew he’d found it when the older boy went suddenly stiff and let out a low moan. Yasuda stroked it for a little bit more before Subaru dragged his hand away, pulling it down the length of his body, over his perfectly flat torso, and finally letting it rest between his legs. Shota continued stroking for a minute, until Subaru rocked slowly against his hand and he suddenly realised what he was doing.
“Subaru!” He screamed, yanking his hand away.
Subaru gave a predatory grin and rolled over onto all fours. He leaned in closer to the guitarist, cupped his face in one hand and placed a kiss on his lips. Shota was too stunned to resist him, so the older boy lingered for a few seconds before pulling back and standing up.
“Come on, Shota, we should get back to work.” He purred, sashaying out of the room and leaving a very bewildered boy in his wake.
The singer only got worse from there. No more than five minutes would ever elapse without Yasuda being touched in some way. Most of the time they were only light, almost accidental brushes, but the more purposeful touches were not infrequent either. To the others, they came off as affectionate gestures from the singer to the guitarist - holding his hand, leaning on his shoulder, giving him the odd hug - but they often got a lot more sinister when no one was paying close attention.
Subaru’s favourite trick was to sneak up behind Yasuda, slip his hands in the younger male’s back pockets and lean on his shoulder, blowing little puffs of air at his ear and occasionally trying to nibble his earlobe. With his hands hidden between their two bodies, it was quite easy for him to knead the younger male’s buttocks, and quite hard for Yasuda to escape.
Shota knew Subaru was only doing what he’d asked for, but still, he hadn’t known exactly how the older male would go about it. He tried to relax and not react so obviously whenever Subaru did touch him, but the singer proved very good at continuing to surprise him and keep him on his toes. He was especially good at teasing Shota right up to the point where he was willing to give in, then very nonchalantly going back to being his best friend as though he hadn’t spent the last ten minutes feeling him up in a corner.
One afternoon in the gakuya, Yoko had finally asked the question
“So, are you two together now?”
Subaru, who’d been lying across Shota’s lap and getting the guitarist to stroke his face again, rose, smirked, asked
“What do you think?”
And left the room. Yoko next looked to Shota, silently willing an explanation.
“Um...” Shota squeaked nervously, eyes darting to the door. Hina glanced up from his soccer magazine to join in the visual interrogation. “Maybe...?”
This last word attracted the attention of Ryo and, consequently, his boyfriend too.
“Maybe?” Ryo quirked an eyebrow. “You either are, or you aren’t.”
“I...” Even Maru looked up at this point. Five pairs of eyes were now trained on him, and Shota suddenly found he could do nothing but bolt for the door and make his escape. He’d just crossed the threshold of what he thought signified safety when someone grabbed his arm, whirled him around and slamming him into the wall before kissing him full on the lips. Part of Yasuda already knew it was Subaru, but said boy’s tongue was already seeking access to the guitarist’s mouth by the time the thought became a conscious one.
And then, just as quickly, Subaru withdrew, silently returning to the gakuya without as much as a backwards glance.
Shota released his frustrations as a loud moan, slumping back against the wall and wondering how he was going to get through another afternoon of it. Yet at the same time, he looked forward to it. He took a deep breath to compose himself, brushed his clothes clean of imaginary dust, and stepped back into the gakuya.
“Your fly’s undone.”
“What?”
“I said,” Kimi repeated with a giggle, “your fly is undone.”
Hurriedly, Yasuda fixed it. Out of the corner of his eye, Shota caught Subaru smirking at him. Somehow the singer had managed to steal Ryo off the drummer and was talking to him about something that required them both to speak in hushed tones. Yasuda sighed and went to sit by Maru, who immediately greeted him with a warm smile and a mini chocolate cookie. Yasu gratefully accepted it and began to nibble on it. Maru put a whole one in his mouth and finished it in a few seconds, as it seemed he’d done with most of the rest of his packet of them.
“So, are things all right between you and Subaru now?” Maru asked after another three cookies had disappeared in a similar fashion.
“Oh, yeah, they’re good.” Shota mumbled around a very tiny mouthful of biscuit.
“Really?” Maru questioned, sighing sadly at the lack of any more biscuits. “You’ve just seemed a bit out of it lately. Are you actually dating Subaru yet?”
“Not really dating.” Yasu conceded, finally finishing his cookie. “But we’re...almost dating?”
“Oh.” Maru nodded his head understandingly. “So it’s kind of courtship now? Like what birds do?”
The image of a pigeon backing another pigeon into a wall and kissing it forcibly briefly flitted across Shota’s mind and a giggle escaped him.
“Yasu?” Maru asked unsurely.
“Oh, sorry. Yeah, that’s something like it, I guess.”
“Well, if Subaru-pigeon ever gets too much, tell Maru-pigeon and he’ll come and rescue you, okay Yasu-pigeon?”
A more elaborate vision, involving a third pigeon swooping into the picture, and Yasuda found himself giggling again. At a loss for anything else to do, Maru began snickering too, until the pair of them were rolling around on the ground in fits of hysterics.
They were interrupted a few minutes later by Subaru not-so-gently poking them both with his shod toes.
“Oh, sorry, hi Subaru.” Maru apologised, righting himself.
“I’d like my Yasuda now, please.” Subaru asked politely, pointing at the guitarist and smiling expectantly.
“Subaru, I’m not a thing.” Yasuda pointed out, standing up and straightening his clothes.
“No, but you are mine.” Subaru retorted, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him out the room again.
Shota didn’t bother asking what Subaru was doing, nor where he was taking him. Subaru’s grip on his arm was firm and a little painful, and Yasu found himself enjoying it somewhat. Likewise he liked the thrill of a little bit of pan when Subaru pushed him back against the wall and began kissing him again. The singer pinned Yasuda’s arms to the wall on either side of his head and forcing a leg between the guitarist’s.
Subaru never actually kissed Shota’s lips. Instead his lips attacked Shota’s neck, jaw and ears, tasting his skin and finding every point that made the guitarist go weak. Occasionally his lips would brush over Shota’s, and the younger male arched up towards the touch, only to have Subaru deny him and move down to suck on his earlobes.
Yasu felt a tingle as blood began rushing down to his groin, and began gently rocking against the leg wedged between his own to relieve a little of the pressure. He felt, rather than heard, as Subaru chuckled against his neck. One of Subaru’s hands left Shota’s wrist and moved down, unzipping his fly again and cupping his budding erection. It took a moment for Yasu to realise one of his hands was free, but as soon as he did, he grabbed Subaru’s head and dragged it in for a proper kiss. He felt Subaru smile against his lips before giving in to the kiss.
The singer’s hand infiltrated Yasu’s boxers, and Shota gasped as Subaru’s naked fingers met his own bare flesh. He rubbed harder against the older boy, feeling himself approaching climax and now desperate for it. Then, just as quickly, Subaru’s touch was gone, leaving Yasuda cold and confused.
“Really Shota,” Subaru smirked as he tucked Shota back into his pants and zipped him up, “doing these sorts of things at work? That’s naughty.”
Too incoherent for even some semblance of words, Yasuda gave a half scream and tried to lean into the older boy. Subaru skilfully dodged him and started back towards the gakuya. Shota gave another load moan of complaint and chased after the older boy.
He caught Subaru, rather conveniently, just outside a bathroom and swung him inside. Shota pinned Subaru to the wall and kissing him savagely, determined not to let him escape this time. The singer seemed to accept this turn of events and kissed the younger male back, then suddenly ground hard into the other’s hips to distract him long enough to take control back to himself.
Yasuda whimpered and Subaru practically flung him into a toilet stall, locking the door behind them on the incredibly off-chance someone would happen to walk in. Almost viciously he yanked Shota’s pants down, turning him around so he faced the bowl and unbalancing him so he was forced to press his hands up against the wall to keep himself upright. Subaru’s hands snaked around his waist, one simply holding onto him while the other reached down to his leaking cock.
Shota bit back on a sob as Subaru’s hands squeezed his aching erection just a little too hard. It was almost humiliating, being jacked off in the toilets at work by his best friend, but it was what he wanted and he wanted it so badly it hurt more than Subaru’s grip did.
The singer released the pressure a little then and began to make pumping motions, while at the same time he began rolling his hips into the younger male. His hold on Shota forced him into the same pattern, until he was essentially fucking his own hand through the guitarist’s body.
Another sob crept up on Yasuda and this time he let it escape, letting his head fall back and tears flow. His neck exposed, Subaru took the opportunity to kiss it and lick it and get it as wet as he could before breathing heavily against the sensitised skin. Shota wailed and tensed up for a moment, then Subaru gave one final violent hip roll and he lost it.
Yasuda cried openly as the orgasm wracked his body. He was unaware Subaru was still holding him up until the singer let go and he stumbled drunkenly into the wall. Yasuda closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing, hoping Subaru wasn’t expecting him to say anything right away.
After a minuted he heard the older boy chuckle and Shota finally looked up.
“That good, am I?” Subaru smirked, leaning coolly against the door and inspecting his hand, spattered with droplets of the younger male’s cum. Yasuda watched in disbelief and horror as Subaru sucked the milky fluid clean off one of his knuckles. “You don’t taste too bad. Good, even.”
“Subaru...” Shota breathed, still reeling from the events of the past few minutes.
“I’m going to let you get cleaned up. You owe me, okay?”
Before Yasu could answer, Subaru was gone.
Yasuda slumped down onto the toilet seat, wincing as he heard something squelch. Idly he reached for the toilet paper and began wiping himself off, wondering exactly how he was going to be able to return the favour.
Shota was surprised when he finally stepped out of the stall to find Subaru there waiting for him.
“I’m sorry.” Subaru apologised frankly, extending an arm and pulling the younger boy into a hug.
“Why are you sorry?” Yasuda asked as he relaxed into the embrace, enjoying the first loving touch from his friend in the better part of a month.
“Doing that to you in a dirty bathroom isn’t my idea of showing you how much I love you.”
“Oh.”
“I’d much rather be in your bed with you stretched naked across my lap when I touch you like that.”
“Oh.”
Shota coughed slightly as he felt the mild tingle of blood flowing south.
“So, once you’ve paid me back, I’ll do that, okay?”
“Okay.”
“And Shota?”
“Mmm?”
“I love you, and I want you to be all mine.”
“I think I love you too.”
“Well, then you better make it up to me real good, right?”
Shota could feel himself blushing and snuggled closer to his friend to hide it.
“Okay.”
The touch was the last one Shota got for a week.
MK~
Pairing: Yasuda/Subaru
Rating: NC-17
Notes: This fic is 24,238 words, which LJ hates so I'm going to have to split it. And it's a sequel to [3 Ossans] Best Friends. There's smut and angst and fluff and everything.
Shota couldn’t take his eyes off Subaru for the rest of the afternoon of filming. On camera, Hina smacked him and teased him for being slow. Off camera, Yoko glared at him with a look that told him he’d better get his act together before anyone else noticed something was going on. The two other Ossans were always the most sensitive to shifts in the group’s dynamics, and even if they hadn’t worked out exactly what had happened, they knew something was up.
Subaru was being overly affectionate with Maru still, and Yasuda began to wonder if Subaru was actually interested in the bassist instead now, or whether it was a plot to get Yasu jealous, or whether it was because Shota had been neglecting his friend and he had to look elsewhere for attention. Had Yasuda been neglecting Subaru? He had tried to be a little more careful around the singer after that night to minimise the risk of upsetting him again, but maybe Subaru had thought Yasuda was leaving him alone?
The producer announced they’d finished for the day, and Shota sighed in relief. Then Hina and Yoko approached him and he began to panic again. The two Ossans smiled in a way that was probably meant to be far less threatening than it seemed to the small male, and flanked him for the short walk back to the gakuya.
“Something’s happened between you and Subaru, and you’re going to tell me about it right now.” Yoko announced coolly, pulling the guitarist down onto the couch.
Yasuda could feel his cheeks flame as he thought about what had happened on that night. He’d been thinking about that night rather a lot, and the thought of sharing it with anyone else other than Subaru was almost too much.
“We know we haven’t been spending as much time with Subaru as we should.” Hina put in, almost startling the guitarist as he spoke on his other side. “But lately he’s been rejecting our offers to do anything together.”
“Oh.” Yasu squeaked.
“So he’s either happily attached or upset over someone.” Hina continued. “And because he’s throwing himself at Maru, I’m betting he’s upset.”
“Over you.” Yoko finished.
“He won’t chase you.” Hina said softly, glancing over at Subaru who seemed to be trying to prevent Maru’s departure. “If you’re running, he’ll think you’re running away, and he won’t try to chase you. So if you do want him, you’re going to have to go and tell him.”
“But...I...” Yasuda stuttered, cheeks positively glowing by this stage.
“Yasu, if you didn’t like him, you wouldn’t be getting this worked up.” Yoko said bluntly, silencing any further protests from the guitarist.
“Yasu, please talk to him and work it out. For all of our sakes.” Hina pleaded sincerely. “I don’t know exactly what happened between you that’s made it like this, and I don’t really need to know...”
“I do.” Yoko interrupted.
“Kimi, forget it. Look Yasu, I don’t care what happened, but I do care about both you and Subaru very much, so I need you to resolve it with him.”
“I want to know.” Yoko pouted. Hina opened his mouth to tell the oldest off again, but didn’t get a chance before Maru stood up and bade his farewells.
“Bye everyone.” He smiled and waved, wrestling his arm free of Subaru’s grip as he did so. He was much bigger and stronger than the singer so he easily escaped him, shot him a significant look, and left. Subaru frowned, rubbed his wrist and wandered absently away from the door. Not looking where he was going, he ended up wandering in the direction of the other Ossans and the guitarist.
“Now, Yasu.” Hina encouraged softly, poking him in the ribs. Yasuda gulped.
“Um, Subaru?”
“Oh, Yasu.” Subaru sounded dazed as he turned around and noticed how close he was to the younger male. “Come and get ramen with me.”
It didn’t sound like a question, and wasn’t really a demand either. It sounded like a statement more than anything. Hina gave Shota another jab in the ribs.
“Okay, I’ll just get my stuff.”
“Cool.”
Somehow Shota managed to collect himself mentally and start making small talk to Subaru. The singer smiled and began to talk back. Idly they chatted about work, the weather, clothes they’d each bought recently, and everything except themselves. The topics relieved Shota, and soon he found himself relaxing back into the role of Subaru’s best friend.
First they went and stuffed themselves on ramen. Subaru made silly faces and Yasuda clapped and laughed. The night was still young and their wallets were still heavy, so they decided to do a bit of shopping. They tried on anything that was remotely flattering, colourful or sparkly. This provided another few hours of entertainment, until the sun had long gone down and Yasuda was starting to yawn. Subaru noticed this and asked
“Want to go back to my place?”
Shota stretched and shook his head apologetically.
“I’d like to, but my sister’s coming over tonight and I haven’t seen her in a while so I’d like to spend some time with her.”
“Oh, okay.” Subaru sounded sad.
“Subaru, I really would love to, but I’m still not sure about dating you.” The last half of the sentence blended together and came out as little more than a squeak.
“Oh?” Subaru quirked an eyebrow.
“And I would want to go slowly because you’d be my first boyfriend and...” Shota’s rapid babbling trailed off as he raised his eyes to his friend’s. “I want you to seduce me.”
“Oh.”
“Can you please say something else?” Shota muttered, looking down again.
“Why do you want me to seduce you, Shota?” Subaru asked softly, still not entirely sure he’d heard his friend correctly.
“I...can’t stop thinking of that night. I can’t stop thinking about you.” Yasuda breathed deeply, remembering the look of pure desire that had been in the singer’s eyes - Yasuda’s most vivid memory of that night. “And I know what I did was wrong...”
“You know?” Subaru echoed humourlessly.
“I don’t know anymore.” Shota replied, an edge starting to creep into his voice. “I thought it was wrong, the way I...but now it just seemed so...I missed you so much when you weren’t spending time with me, and I thought it was just because you were my best friend, but now I think I wanted you. I want you, Subaru.”
Subaru looked a little taken aback, and he said nothing for a few seconds as he tried to piece together Shota’s fractured commentary.
“Why the seduction then?”
“I’m just still not sure I’m ready.” Shota answered, wiping his eyes of the tears that had leaked along with the thoughts that had been plaguing him for weeks. “And I want to be ready, so I need you to take a bit of time. I need you to make me want you.”
Subaru was quiet again.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come back to my place?” He asked again, a smile tugging on the corner of his mouth.
Shota managed a slight smile back.
“No, I really should spend time with my sister. She brought her baby along and it’s...”
Subaru put his hands over his ears and began singing, tired of Shota’s gushing over the damned kid. Shota bit his lip to stop himself. Subaru noticed after a minute and stopped.
“I better take you home then.”
“But...”
“...to your house.”
“Oh. Yes.”
“In my car.”
“Yes.”
“Which is over this way.”
“Yes.”
A little embarrassed, Shota followed Subaru back to his car, thanking him as he opened the passenger door before climbing inside.
Neither spoke much for the brief trip back to Yasuda’s house. Subaru pretended he needed all of his concentration to drive, and Yasu played along. After a few minutes, Subaru pulled up in front of Yasuda’s house.
“Well, we’re here.” He announced cheerfully, switching the ignition off.
“Yep.” Shota shook his head to clear it. “Oh, right. Here.”
“Where did you think we were?” Subaru laughed good-naturedly.
“I just...spaced out I guess.” Shota smiled shyly before twisting around to fish his bag out of the back seat.
“Careful, or you’ll turn into Ohkura.”
Yasuda laughed slightly and turned back around, aiming for the door handle, but before he could reach it, Subaru caught his shoulder and drew him closer. He moved as though to kiss the younger boy, only veering away at the last second to bring his lips to Shota’s ear.
“You will be mine.” He whispered breathily, and a shiver ran down Yasu’s spine.
“I...thanks, bye.” The guitarist squeaked, breaking away and opening the door. For a moment he could have sworn something brushed his backside, but when he turned around, Subaru was sitting placidly with both hands on the wheel, smiling amicably at him.
“Bye Yasu. See you at work tomorrow.”
“Bye.” Shota echoed, a little dazed and confused. He shut the door and waved good bye as the singer drove off. Remembering suddenly that his sister was inside and waiting for him, he blinked hard, shook his head, and made his way inside.
~~~
Over the next few days at work Subaru’s hand connected with Shota’s rear at least a three times a day. The first time had been a gentle brush as Subaru walked past, swinging his arms idly, and Yasu could easily have believed he’d simply imagined the touch.
The second time could easily have been an accident too. Subaru had dropped his plectrum and misjudged the distance to it, outstretched hand bumping lightly into Shota and making him jump and turn quickly. Subaru had looked up at him innocuously and held the small plastic pick out by way of explanation.
As the week went on, Yasuda became less sure they were accidents. Especially when, at the end of their lunch break on the fourth day, Subaru had stuck his hand in Yasu’s back pocket and began rummaging around in it.
“What are you doing?” Shota asked, twisting around to stare incredulously at the singer.
“I need change for the vending machine.” Subaru answered calmly, continuing to grope around.
“I don’t keep change in my back pocket, you know that.”
“I do?” Subaru sounded so sincere that Yasuda couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not.
“Yeah, I keep it in my front pocket because I don’t like sitting on it.”
“Oh thanks.” Subaru smiled and pulled his hand out of Yasuda’s back pocket. Before the guitarist had a chance to work out what the singer was thinking, Subaru’s hand darted into his front pocket and began fishing vigorously around in there. Shota let out a surprised yip and had to struggle to stay upright. Numerous times he felt Subaru’s fingers connect with the only coin that in there, but it still seemed to take the older male two full minutes to get a proper grip on it.
Finally he pulled out the 500 yen piece, brandishing it triumphantly and grinning childishly.
“Thanks, Shochan~!” He sung, skipping away to buy himself a drink.
Yasuda’s legs did give out on him then, and he collapsed into a convenient chair.
“You know, it would have been easier if you’d just given him the money.” Ryo drawled from somewhere nearby. A little startled Shota, turned around to see the singer stretched out across a nearby couch, head in his own lover’s lap.
“But...he didn’t give me a chance to.” Shota argued softly, crossing his legs in an attempt to get rid of the tingly sensation that remained between them.
“It’s fairly easy. Watch.” Ryo sat up suddenly and turned his to face a rather bemused Ohkura. Ryo put on his best pleading face and held his hands out, silently begging. Ohkura rolled his eyes and dug his wallet out of his pocket. He placed a shiny 500 yen coin in the raven-haired boy’s hands and smiled the gentle smirk of someone being subtly condescending to a child.
“Thank you, Tacchon.” Ryo sung, closing his hands around the coin and kissing his lover on the cheek before turning back to the guitarist. “See?”
“You can pay me back later.” Ohkura told the singer quietly, kissing his forehead.
“Ne, Tacchon?” Ryo began again, swinging around to face his boyfriend once more. “Can you get me a drink?”
He put the coin he’d just received back in the drummer’s hand and smiled brilliantly. Ohkura looked puzzled for a moment, before sighing and getting up.
“You’re definitely paying me back later.” He informed the dark-haired boy, and left the room. Ryo stared blatantly at the taller boy’s bottom for a few seconds, before deciding to get up and chase him out of the room, leaving Shota alone once more. Shota sighed and slumped back into his chair.
He didn’t get long to relax though before something cold was pressed to the back of his neck. Yasuda squealed and leapt out of his seat, wheeling around to find the culprit.
Of course, it was Subaru, who took the opportunity to slide down into Yasu’s vacated seat.
“Ooh.” He said, wriggling to get himself comfortable. “Still warm.”
“Subaru...” Shota whined, tears already threatening to spill.
“I got you apple tea.” Subaru told him, holding up a can. “There was no peach left, and I didn’t think you liked the lemon so much.”
“Thank you.” Yasu whispered meekly, edging towards the seat in the hope of being able to snatch the can away and escape to the safety of the other lounge, but Subaru caught his arm and dragged him down into the chair. The chair, however, wasn’t very big, and so he was forced to sing on the singer’s lap.
Shota tried to balance precariously on the older boy’s knee, but found it highly uncomfortable. Partly because he was having difficulty relaxing with Subaru’s not-so-steadying hand sitting on his hip, and partly because the singer was just so bony.
“Subaru, let’s just sit on the couch.” He pleaded, wrestling free of the other’s loose hold to stand up and move seating. Subaru followed compliantly, immediately setting his open can down and lying down, head in the guitarist’s lap. Yasuda fidgeted for a minute, unsure of where to rest his free arm. The back of the couch was a bit high for him, and the only other option was Subaru’s torso. Subaru quickly made the decision for him, hugging Shota’s arm to his chest.
The guitarist drank his tea in quick, nervous sips. Subaru decided to explore his own body with the hand of Shota’s that he had captive. First he brought the hand up to his face, letting the guitarist’s calloused fingers trail over his eyelids and down his cheeks. When they came down to his lips, he gently kissed each digit.
Shota forced himself to relax a little, and just let Subaru play as he wished. His hand was moved down to Subaru’s left ear. He stroked it a little, earning a soft coo of delight from the older boy. Subaru also seemed pleased when he toyed with the singer’s stretcher earring, batting it lightly with his fingers until Subaru decided that was enough and brought Yasu’s hand back to his mouth.
This time, instead of kissing the younger male’s digits, he nibbled on them softly, scraping his teeth lightly over the sensitive pads. It was Yasuda who gave in first this time, pulling his fingers out just before the temptation to force his fingers into Subaru’s mouth was able to manifest itself properly.
Of his own accord he began to stroke Subaru’s right ear, digits idly roaming in search of the most sensitive point. He knew he’d found it when the older boy went suddenly stiff and let out a low moan. Yasuda stroked it for a little bit more before Subaru dragged his hand away, pulling it down the length of his body, over his perfectly flat torso, and finally letting it rest between his legs. Shota continued stroking for a minute, until Subaru rocked slowly against his hand and he suddenly realised what he was doing.
“Subaru!” He screamed, yanking his hand away.
Subaru gave a predatory grin and rolled over onto all fours. He leaned in closer to the guitarist, cupped his face in one hand and placed a kiss on his lips. Shota was too stunned to resist him, so the older boy lingered for a few seconds before pulling back and standing up.
“Come on, Shota, we should get back to work.” He purred, sashaying out of the room and leaving a very bewildered boy in his wake.
The singer only got worse from there. No more than five minutes would ever elapse without Yasuda being touched in some way. Most of the time they were only light, almost accidental brushes, but the more purposeful touches were not infrequent either. To the others, they came off as affectionate gestures from the singer to the guitarist - holding his hand, leaning on his shoulder, giving him the odd hug - but they often got a lot more sinister when no one was paying close attention.
Subaru’s favourite trick was to sneak up behind Yasuda, slip his hands in the younger male’s back pockets and lean on his shoulder, blowing little puffs of air at his ear and occasionally trying to nibble his earlobe. With his hands hidden between their two bodies, it was quite easy for him to knead the younger male’s buttocks, and quite hard for Yasuda to escape.
Shota knew Subaru was only doing what he’d asked for, but still, he hadn’t known exactly how the older male would go about it. He tried to relax and not react so obviously whenever Subaru did touch him, but the singer proved very good at continuing to surprise him and keep him on his toes. He was especially good at teasing Shota right up to the point where he was willing to give in, then very nonchalantly going back to being his best friend as though he hadn’t spent the last ten minutes feeling him up in a corner.
One afternoon in the gakuya, Yoko had finally asked the question
“So, are you two together now?”
Subaru, who’d been lying across Shota’s lap and getting the guitarist to stroke his face again, rose, smirked, asked
“What do you think?”
And left the room. Yoko next looked to Shota, silently willing an explanation.
“Um...” Shota squeaked nervously, eyes darting to the door. Hina glanced up from his soccer magazine to join in the visual interrogation. “Maybe...?”
This last word attracted the attention of Ryo and, consequently, his boyfriend too.
“Maybe?” Ryo quirked an eyebrow. “You either are, or you aren’t.”
“I...” Even Maru looked up at this point. Five pairs of eyes were now trained on him, and Shota suddenly found he could do nothing but bolt for the door and make his escape. He’d just crossed the threshold of what he thought signified safety when someone grabbed his arm, whirled him around and slamming him into the wall before kissing him full on the lips. Part of Yasuda already knew it was Subaru, but said boy’s tongue was already seeking access to the guitarist’s mouth by the time the thought became a conscious one.
And then, just as quickly, Subaru withdrew, silently returning to the gakuya without as much as a backwards glance.
Shota released his frustrations as a loud moan, slumping back against the wall and wondering how he was going to get through another afternoon of it. Yet at the same time, he looked forward to it. He took a deep breath to compose himself, brushed his clothes clean of imaginary dust, and stepped back into the gakuya.
“Your fly’s undone.”
“What?”
“I said,” Kimi repeated with a giggle, “your fly is undone.”
Hurriedly, Yasuda fixed it. Out of the corner of his eye, Shota caught Subaru smirking at him. Somehow the singer had managed to steal Ryo off the drummer and was talking to him about something that required them both to speak in hushed tones. Yasuda sighed and went to sit by Maru, who immediately greeted him with a warm smile and a mini chocolate cookie. Yasu gratefully accepted it and began to nibble on it. Maru put a whole one in his mouth and finished it in a few seconds, as it seemed he’d done with most of the rest of his packet of them.
“So, are things all right between you and Subaru now?” Maru asked after another three cookies had disappeared in a similar fashion.
“Oh, yeah, they’re good.” Shota mumbled around a very tiny mouthful of biscuit.
“Really?” Maru questioned, sighing sadly at the lack of any more biscuits. “You’ve just seemed a bit out of it lately. Are you actually dating Subaru yet?”
“Not really dating.” Yasu conceded, finally finishing his cookie. “But we’re...almost dating?”
“Oh.” Maru nodded his head understandingly. “So it’s kind of courtship now? Like what birds do?”
The image of a pigeon backing another pigeon into a wall and kissing it forcibly briefly flitted across Shota’s mind and a giggle escaped him.
“Yasu?” Maru asked unsurely.
“Oh, sorry. Yeah, that’s something like it, I guess.”
“Well, if Subaru-pigeon ever gets too much, tell Maru-pigeon and he’ll come and rescue you, okay Yasu-pigeon?”
A more elaborate vision, involving a third pigeon swooping into the picture, and Yasuda found himself giggling again. At a loss for anything else to do, Maru began snickering too, until the pair of them were rolling around on the ground in fits of hysterics.
They were interrupted a few minutes later by Subaru not-so-gently poking them both with his shod toes.
“Oh, sorry, hi Subaru.” Maru apologised, righting himself.
“I’d like my Yasuda now, please.” Subaru asked politely, pointing at the guitarist and smiling expectantly.
“Subaru, I’m not a thing.” Yasuda pointed out, standing up and straightening his clothes.
“No, but you are mine.” Subaru retorted, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him out the room again.
Shota didn’t bother asking what Subaru was doing, nor where he was taking him. Subaru’s grip on his arm was firm and a little painful, and Yasu found himself enjoying it somewhat. Likewise he liked the thrill of a little bit of pan when Subaru pushed him back against the wall and began kissing him again. The singer pinned Yasuda’s arms to the wall on either side of his head and forcing a leg between the guitarist’s.
Subaru never actually kissed Shota’s lips. Instead his lips attacked Shota’s neck, jaw and ears, tasting his skin and finding every point that made the guitarist go weak. Occasionally his lips would brush over Shota’s, and the younger male arched up towards the touch, only to have Subaru deny him and move down to suck on his earlobes.
Yasu felt a tingle as blood began rushing down to his groin, and began gently rocking against the leg wedged between his own to relieve a little of the pressure. He felt, rather than heard, as Subaru chuckled against his neck. One of Subaru’s hands left Shota’s wrist and moved down, unzipping his fly again and cupping his budding erection. It took a moment for Yasu to realise one of his hands was free, but as soon as he did, he grabbed Subaru’s head and dragged it in for a proper kiss. He felt Subaru smile against his lips before giving in to the kiss.
The singer’s hand infiltrated Yasu’s boxers, and Shota gasped as Subaru’s naked fingers met his own bare flesh. He rubbed harder against the older boy, feeling himself approaching climax and now desperate for it. Then, just as quickly, Subaru’s touch was gone, leaving Yasuda cold and confused.
“Really Shota,” Subaru smirked as he tucked Shota back into his pants and zipped him up, “doing these sorts of things at work? That’s naughty.”
Too incoherent for even some semblance of words, Yasuda gave a half scream and tried to lean into the older boy. Subaru skilfully dodged him and started back towards the gakuya. Shota gave another load moan of complaint and chased after the older boy.
He caught Subaru, rather conveniently, just outside a bathroom and swung him inside. Shota pinned Subaru to the wall and kissing him savagely, determined not to let him escape this time. The singer seemed to accept this turn of events and kissed the younger male back, then suddenly ground hard into the other’s hips to distract him long enough to take control back to himself.
Yasuda whimpered and Subaru practically flung him into a toilet stall, locking the door behind them on the incredibly off-chance someone would happen to walk in. Almost viciously he yanked Shota’s pants down, turning him around so he faced the bowl and unbalancing him so he was forced to press his hands up against the wall to keep himself upright. Subaru’s hands snaked around his waist, one simply holding onto him while the other reached down to his leaking cock.
Shota bit back on a sob as Subaru’s hands squeezed his aching erection just a little too hard. It was almost humiliating, being jacked off in the toilets at work by his best friend, but it was what he wanted and he wanted it so badly it hurt more than Subaru’s grip did.
The singer released the pressure a little then and began to make pumping motions, while at the same time he began rolling his hips into the younger male. His hold on Shota forced him into the same pattern, until he was essentially fucking his own hand through the guitarist’s body.
Another sob crept up on Yasuda and this time he let it escape, letting his head fall back and tears flow. His neck exposed, Subaru took the opportunity to kiss it and lick it and get it as wet as he could before breathing heavily against the sensitised skin. Shota wailed and tensed up for a moment, then Subaru gave one final violent hip roll and he lost it.
Yasuda cried openly as the orgasm wracked his body. He was unaware Subaru was still holding him up until the singer let go and he stumbled drunkenly into the wall. Yasuda closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing, hoping Subaru wasn’t expecting him to say anything right away.
After a minuted he heard the older boy chuckle and Shota finally looked up.
“That good, am I?” Subaru smirked, leaning coolly against the door and inspecting his hand, spattered with droplets of the younger male’s cum. Yasuda watched in disbelief and horror as Subaru sucked the milky fluid clean off one of his knuckles. “You don’t taste too bad. Good, even.”
“Subaru...” Shota breathed, still reeling from the events of the past few minutes.
“I’m going to let you get cleaned up. You owe me, okay?”
Before Yasu could answer, Subaru was gone.
Yasuda slumped down onto the toilet seat, wincing as he heard something squelch. Idly he reached for the toilet paper and began wiping himself off, wondering exactly how he was going to be able to return the favour.
Shota was surprised when he finally stepped out of the stall to find Subaru there waiting for him.
“I’m sorry.” Subaru apologised frankly, extending an arm and pulling the younger boy into a hug.
“Why are you sorry?” Yasuda asked as he relaxed into the embrace, enjoying the first loving touch from his friend in the better part of a month.
“Doing that to you in a dirty bathroom isn’t my idea of showing you how much I love you.”
“Oh.”
“I’d much rather be in your bed with you stretched naked across my lap when I touch you like that.”
“Oh.”
Shota coughed slightly as he felt the mild tingle of blood flowing south.
“So, once you’ve paid me back, I’ll do that, okay?”
“Okay.”
“And Shota?”
“Mmm?”
“I love you, and I want you to be all mine.”
“I think I love you too.”
“Well, then you better make it up to me real good, right?”
Shota could feel himself blushing and snuggled closer to his friend to hide it.
“Okay.”
The touch was the last one Shota got for a week.
MK~