[one-shot] The Times After Friends (HinaYasu)

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wow, it's almost one fic a day lol.

The Times After Friends
Pairing: Hina/Shota.
Rating: PG-16.
Genre: fluff / romance?.
Beta: Tati, who else ♥.
Warnings: m/m relationships, boykissing, light touching, my weird brain.
Disclaimer : if they were mine i'd spend less time writing, i swear.
Summary: From bandmates to friends, it's easy. It's more complicated when the body talks.

NB: What you say, once again a HinaYasu? Well yes. The latest Recomen translation made me do it. Also, there WILL BE a sequel. I love these two together~♥


After years of almost no out-of-work relationship, it finally happened, Hina and Yasu bonding. Shota realized lately that they had a lot of common points, like diving and stuff, and it occurred to him that maybe he should try to get closer to his older bandmate - and when he did so, he realized how much he missed during the previous years. Shingo wasn’t only the unit’s tsukkomi and the Eito Gorilla Mama; he was also fun and cultured and open-minded. Yasu understood why Maru was always saying that Hina was more like an innocent kid, so naive and looking to the whole world with big optimistic eyes. It was somehow true, and Yasu liked how he could find his own enthusiasm back in his friend.

Things went on and on, and with the summer coming they started hanging out together a lot; parties, scuba-diving, dinners out; the list kept on going, both men meeting on a somewhat regular basis by the end of July. Once a week - or sometimes more - they would call each other and plan things, or simply meet after work and naturally follow each other to a bar or a ramen stand.

Even though Shota had spent years claiming that they were both too different to hang out, he ended up thinking the total opposite - and he was quite happy about it.

Around the middle of August, with the upcoming single and TV shows, they found themselves going out even more; and this brought different things. Shota had never hid his bi-sexuality to his bandmates, and Shingo himself had kind of admitted that he was at the same point - and who in the Jimusho could really disliked men anyway? Both comforted in the fact that neither would make fun of the other, they started to talk about it freely, joking and sometimes sharing things. Hina was glad to find this sort of complicity with Shota since it had been years since the last time Yoko and him talked like that - Hina knew that his best friend started drifting away when the younger confessed liking men, and it never had been the same since then - and Yasu was simply really happy to have someone not as silent as Subaru to talk with - because as much as he liked Shibuyan, the guy was no fun sometimes, staying silent or going straight to the ‘talking too much and perving’ part.

The first time Shota stayed over at Hina’s place, it was on a Friday. They had an afterparty after work, with karaoke and alcohol, and as tipsy as they were they decided to go for another round of drinks. Hina’s flat being the closest thing they had, they went straight to there, beers and long talks keeping them awake ‘till the first lights of dawn. When Shingo told Yasu he could stay over, the younger one agreed - it was smarter anyway, he was too drunk to find his way back by now.

His futon got installed in Hina’s room, next to Hina’s bed - there actually was a guest room somewhere in the flat, but Shota liked it better that way - and it didn’t took them long to fall asleep.

Shota somehow woke up a few hours later, feeling too hot. He kicked the covers sleepily, his eyes blinking a bit as sun was making his way through the window into the room, and turned around. He was half-surprised to find Shingo next to him, on the futon, sleeping with his mouth open and drool dripping down his lips. Shota giggled, cleaned the man’s jaw with a piece of the covers and fell back asleep almost as soon as he closed his eyes again.

The second time it happened - Shota staying at Hina’s place - was on the next Sunday. Shota insisted on sleeping on the futon again, and they talked for a while before sleep got over them.

This time, Yasu woke up in the middle of the night, feeling fingertips ghosting along his abs and chest slowly. In his far-from-fully-awake state, he just thought that this was nice and fell back into slumber. When his cellphone rang later on - it was near ten in the morning - he found himself hugging Hina like a teddy bear, the older man’s hands holding Shota’s arms around his waist.

Of course, like the first time, they didn’t talk about it, they just brushed it off. They weren’t embarrassed; they just didn’t feel the need to talk about it.

The third time, they were quite drunk. Shota knew that Hina was loving the whole universe when drunk - and loving it very much, all the Kanjani members could testify - so he wasn’t surprised to be dragged into Hina’s bed when sleep time came; Shota found himself hugged very tight and it wasn’t this bad. The thing that stirred him awake though - he didn’t know what time it was but the room was still dark and he still felt kind of tipsy - were the soft kisses pressed on his cheek, along with his name being whispered in a way that made him shiver and lean closer for more kisses. One of Hina’s hands caressed his neck before going downward, tickling his chest through his t-shirt, circling a nipple and flicking it. Shota arched off the bed, loving this state he was in, not quite asleep but not quite awake either, but suddenly aroused and touched softly.

Eventually, though, they both started to drift back in unconsciousness, and the young man could hear a soft snore before falling asleep again himself.

In the morning, the same fingertips made him sigh in satisfaction as they ran up and down his arm, making him feel relaxed, and he instinctively reached out and curled his fingers in Hina’s hair, bringing him closer until he could feel the man’s breath in his neck, steady and peaceful. He felt like napping a bit more, comfortable like that, but Hina suddenly jerked away, straightening up and getting out of bed before locking himself in the bathroom. Shota heard the shower running for a while, and wondered if they’ve crossed a path - memories of the night not helping him to push that feeling away.

When breakfast time came they both remained silent, and Shota excused himself rather quickly, not used to that tense mood between he and Shingo.

But in the end, things went smoothly and the next day it was almost forgotten - or at least they made a good job of making it appear this way. Two days later, Shingo invited Yasu out again, as if nothing weird happened, and they went for karaoke.

But once again time passed by quickly and Shota found himself following Shingo home, again. This time Hina asked him if he wanted to take the guest room, but Shota asked for the futon once more, trying his best to show them both that nothing had changed, at all.

It didn’t stop him from opening his eyes during the night, feeling cold and like something was missing. He turned and turned again and again, trying to find slumber, but his brain was poking at him, making him wonder if he should crawl into Hina’s bed for a hug - who knew, it could make him feel better. He wondered also why he wasn’t freaked out by what happened, and why he wasn’t feeling guilty either - because as far as everybody knew he had a girlfriend, even though he couldn’t see her much, let alone see her during weeks.

As he was turning to his side for the hundredth time in an hour, he could hear a sigh and Hina asking him if he was okay. Shota froze, wondering why his friend was awake at this time of the night, and mostly since when.

“It’s nothing”, he mumbled, not daring to turn around and face the bed, “I just had a nightmare…”

Shingo hummed, and Shota cursed his poor imagination.

“Want to… Sleep here? I mean… Maybe it’ll keep you from making more bad dreams…”

Yasu’s breath came to a stop when he heard that. Maybe Hina was thinking about it as much as he was in the end, right? Or maybe this was nothing, just a friendly offer?

A bit nervous, he stood up and crawled under the covers of Hina’s bed, calculating a security range and settling down with a sigh; he liked being in Hina’s bed more than he would have ever admitted. He felt the bed dip a bit next to him, and soon enough Shingo’s breath was almost against his ear. Shota turned slowly, noticed that the man was asleep, and smiled for himself. Sleep didn’t take long to take over him too.

Dawn came to find Shota with an arm slung around Hina’s waist, their legs entangled and Hina’s nose buried into Shota’s hair, one of his own arms holding the younger boy close to him.

Yasu stirred, realized that it was happening once again - whatever this it might have been - and wondered if he should start to panic. He also thought about backing off slowly, but in the end his body won over his brain, telling him that he was good where he was and that he could still fake being asleep.

So he did close his eyes again, relishing in the warm feeling of his friend’s body against his own. A half-awake state got over him slowly, leaving him between partly-finished thoughts and not-quite-dreams. He wasn’t sure anymore about what he was dreaming and what he wasn’t, but he wasn’t awake enough to care anyway. His fingers started to play along Hina’s shoulder, drawing abstract patterns, and when he felt caresses along his back he let his lips ghost over Hina’s skin, the light goosebumps that followed making him chuckle. There was a kiss on his head, and his own lips followed a collarbone, eliciting a moan, before finding a neck and kissing it softly. A little twist of heads later, he was kissing Hina, tongues slowly playing with each other between long intakes of breath and little sighs of pleasure.

It didn’t take long for Shota to find himself on top of the other man, still kissing lazily, and he shivered at the feathery touches on his spine, warm hands holding him tight while following the curves of his back before finally settling on his hips, thumbs slipping under his t-shirt and massaging the skin in an almost tender way. His own fingers tangled in Hina’s hair, holding him as the kiss turned more desperate, teeth scraping at lips and little sounds escaping more and more often.

This could have went on for a while if Hina didn’t freeze suddenly, opening his eyes and looking half-terrified and half-proud. Shota backed up a little, panting, startled. That was when he felt the other man’s hard-on against his thigh and got conscience of his own arousal, and he understood why Shingo was feeling worried all of a sudden.

“Maybe we should stop here”, his friend said, voice low and unsure.

“But…”

“Your girlfriend.”

Yasu closed his eyes, his forehead falling against Hina’s shoulder. He forgot about her for a moment, yeah. And to be honest he didn’t want to think about that; he wanted to kiss again and to be held by Hina - even though he wasn’t sure of why he was feeling that way.

“It’s okay”, Shingo mumbled, his fingers treading softly into Shota’s hair, reassuringly. “We can talk about this later but… For now it’ll be wiser to stop.”

“Can we still kiss though?” the younger one asked, voice trembling, lightly pouting.

His answer was brought by soft lips against his temple, Hina’s fingers bringing him up to his face, where their mouths collided again, their bodies melting against each other.

Long minutes later, they were once again pulled out of their bubbles by Hina’s phone ringing. He got up and went in the living-room to answer, while Shota stretched on the bed, taking his sweet time. He was feeling frustrated but in the same time quite glad. It was feeling good to be this intimate with Hina - it’s been a while since he’s been intimate with anyone but his girlfriend anyway, and even with her it’s been more than a week. Thinking about it, Shota felt a bit bad for doing such a thing in her back, but he couldn’t help it; he was attracted to Shingo, no doubt about that, and now that he discovered the amount of things in common they had it looked like a logical step to flirt and stuff.

Shota opened his eyes, sighing, and jumped a bit when he saw Hina watching him from the door with a smirk.

“W-what?”

“Nothing. You’re cute when you pout.”

Shota blinked and raised the covers to hide his face, which made the other man laugh.

“Anyway, breakfast time, I’m hungry. Get your ass in the kitchen quickly or you’ll have nothing.”

Pushing the covers down, Yasu grinned for himself. Some things would always be the same after all.

TBC...

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